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I would consider myself small and skinny and even I hate when writers describe readers as small 😭 it makes me so uncomfortable bc I know there are so many people reading who probably don't fit that and it's strange to me that they don't consider that when writing. it's why so try to be super conscious of how I describe reader (which I barely ever describe ANYTHING physical about them, I hate even when people describe putting hair in a ponytail or something) and even try to be conscious of actions that might not be inclusive (such as being lifted, wearing bfs shirt, etc).
I'm really sorry that you are finding so many fics that aren't inclusive :/ with smaus that use ulzzang pictures, i always try to imagine that it's just the aesthetic/pose writer is going for but it still breaks the 4th wall for me bc it sticks out like a sore thumb being like "that's not what i look like/most readers look like"
hi nonny ur cool and very nice i love u
also god... the ponytail thing gets me every time as someone who typically cuts her hair short lmao literally i kinda run my hand through my hair like how... how did i do that... magic.......
i think the thing that gets me is that it's like... really not that hard to write an inclusive reader fic imo? like why is it important for reader to be thin/tiny/petite/small/whatever word you wanna use to designate that they're small? is it really that important that you have to derail from your writing to include something like that? also, who thinks of themself like that? it's also annoying in first person (both fic and published works) when people do the "my blue eyes" shit because no one consciously thinks like that. there's a big difference between a new writer saying "i open my blue eyes and run a hand through my long blonde hair" and maybe using it to set something up. maybe your character has contacts or maybe their eye color mysteriously changed because ~magic~, or maybe they're on the run and dyed their hair and chopped it all off. but in reader fic? where the whole point is projecting onto a blank slate to imagine yourself in these situations? i don't need to tell you what you look like. you already know what you look like.
whats the point? it's fine if you want to write something for yourself and for other people like you. genuinely, it's okay to do that as long as you tag it so people know. i respect smaus with ulzzangs that outright say that the writer used pictures for reader. i'm personally not going to read them, but at least i actually get a warning. even if its easier to just not include the pictures, i respect works that tell me outright whether it'll actually be for me or not. i write chubby!reader fics sometimes where all that's specified is that reader is a bigger person. i don't think i've ever specified how big, but the sentiment is still there. people write fics for people of color and they tag them.
i think it's completely okay to write works for yourself and people like you, but it just kinda feels unfair that if you fit into this "other" category (not thin, not short, not white, etc.) you have to tag it. everyone should tag their stuff. it just makes it easier to navigate and for people to find works that they can potentially see themselves in.
anyway i don't really read smaus that aren't written by my mutuals, tbh. i think there's one i started but then went "oh i'll come back to it" and then failed to do that lmao (i'll get around to it sometime tho!! it actually seemed super cute and i don't think there were any ulzzangs Anywhere, bless).
but if you want inclusive smaus... u should check out my mutual, ursa @thepixelelf !!! she's very funny and cool and also she talks about inclusivity in fics and why its important <3 she's the one who made a lil text convo with the vernon idea i posted about he + reader saying they're expecting when they're literally just getting a cat together hehe <3 but shitty fanfiction + the entirety of been there, done that is very good!! for a completed work... u should check out first to fall (cheol x reader) <3
also you should just check out ursa in general tbh she's one of the best ppl i know and i'm very thankful to have a mutual like her? i think everyone i'm mutuals with is someone i care for a lot and people who i think are extremely kind, but ursa has the biggest heart and i truly appreciate everything she does.
#wooahaes.ask#asks.anon#one day i'll get around to making my writer recs list but i'd have to sit down and like. read through a lot of my mutuals works#and decide how to describe it + what works i'd suggest the most?#since i was gonna do a lil blurb for each and say like... why i like them and what their work brings and what i'd suggest + why#i only got through ursa and livvie's before i set the idea on the back burner since i have more writers i'd like to recommend/promo#and i just haven't really had the time or motivation to sit down and really say what i want to say#also no readmore on this one since i think its important + u should follow ursa
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The biggest male privilege I have so far encountered is going to the doctor.
I lived as a woman for 35 years. I have a lifetime of chronic health issues including chronic pain, chronic fatigue, respiratory issues, and neurodivergence (autistic + ADHD). There's so much wrong with my body and brain that I have never dared to make a single list of it to show a doctor because I was so sure I would be sent directly to a psychologist specializing in hypochondria (sorry, "anxiety") without getting a single test done.
And I was right. Anytime I ever tried to bring up even one of my health issues, every doctor's initial reaction was, at best, to look at me with doubt. A raised eyebrow. A seemingly casual, offhand question about whether I'd ever been diagnosed with an anxiety disorder. Even female doctors!
We're not talking about super rare symptoms here either. Joint pain. Chronic joint pain since I was about 19 years old. Back pain. Trouble breathing. Allergy-like reactions to things that aren't typically allergens. Headaches. Brain fog. Severe insomnia. Sensitivity to cold and heat.
There's a lot more going on than that, but those were the things I thought I might be able to at least get some acknowledgement of. Some tests, at least. But 90% of the time I was told to go home, rest, take a few days off work, take some benzos (which they'd throw at me without hesitation), just chill out a bit, you'll be fine. Anxiety can cause all kinds of odd symptoms.
Anyone female-presenting reading this is surely nodding along. Yup, that's just how doctors are.
Except...
I started transitioning about 2.5 years ago. At this point I have a beard, male pattern baldness, a deep voice, and a flat chest. All of my doctors know that I'm trans because I still haven't managed to get all the paperwork legally changed, but when they look at me, even if they knew me as female at first, they see a man.
I knew men didn't face the same hurdles when it came to health care, but I had no idea it was this different.
The last time I saw my GP (a man, fairly young, 30s or so), I mentioned chronic pain, and he was concerned to see that it wasn't represented in my file. Previous doctors hadn't even bothered to write it down. He pushed his next appointment back to spend nearly an hour with me going through my entire body while I described every type of chronic pain I had, how long I'd had it, what causes I was aware of. He asked me if I had any theories as to why I had so much pain and looked at me with concerned expectation, hoping I might have a starting point for him. He immediately drew up referrals for pain specialists (a profession I didn't even know existed till that moment) and physical therapy. He said depending on how it goes, he may need to help me get on some degree of disability assistance from the government, since I obviously shouldn't be trying to work full-time under these circumstances.
Never a glimmer of doubt in his eye. Never did he so much as mention the word "anxiety".
There's also my psychiatrist. He diagnosed me with ADHD last year (meeting me as a man from the start, though he knew I was trans). He never doubted my symptoms or medical history. He also took my pain and sleep issues seriously from the start and has been trying to help me find medications to help both those things while I go through the long process of seeing other specialists. I've had bad reactions to almost everything I've tried, because that's what always happens. Sometimes it seems like I'm allergic to the whole world.
And then, just a few days ago, the most shocking thing happened. I'd been wondering for a while if I might have a mast cell condition like MCAS, having read a lot of informative posts by @thebibliosphere which sounded a little too relatable. Another friend suggested it might explain some of my problems, so I decided to mention it to the psychiatrist, fully prepared to laugh it off. Yeah, a friend thinks I might have it, I'm not convinced though.
His response? That's an interesting theory. It would be difficult to test for especially in this country, but that's no reason not to try treatments and see if they are helpful. He adjusted his medication recommendations immediately based on this suggestion. He's researching an elimination diet to diagnose my food sensitivities.
I casually mentioned MCAS, something routinely dismissed by doctors with female patients, and he instantly took the possibility seriously.
That's it. I've reached peak male privilege. There is nothing else that could happen that could be more insane than that.
I literally keep having to hold myself back from apologizing or hedging or trying to frame my theories as someone else's idea lest I be dismissed as a hypochondriac. I told the doctor I'd like to make a big list of every health issue I have, diagnosed and undiagnosed, every theory I've been given or come up with myself, and every medication I've tried and my reactions to it - something I've never done because I knew for a fact no doctor would take me seriously if they saw such a list all at once. He said it was a good idea and could be very helpful.
Female-presenting people are of course not going to be surprised by any of this, but in my experience, male-presenting people often are. When you've never had a doctor scoff at you, laugh at you, literally say "I won't consider that possibility until you've been cleared by a psychologist" for the most mundane of health problems, it might be hard to imagine just how demoralizing it is. How scary it becomes going to the doctor. How you can internalize the idea that you're just imagining things, making a big deal out of nothing.
Now that I'm visibly a man, all of my doctors are suddenly very concerned about the fact that I've been simply living like this for nearly four decades with no help. And I know how many women will have to go their whole lives never getting that help simply because of sexism in the medical field.
If you know a doctor, show them this story. Even if they are female. Even if they consider themselves leftists and feminists and allies. Ask them to really, truly, deep down, consider whether they really treat their male and female patients the same. Suggest that the next time they hear a valid complaint from a male patient, imagine they were a woman and consider whether you'd take it seriously. The next time they hear a frivolous-sounding complaint from a female patient, imagine they were a man and consider whether it would sound more credible.
It's hard to unlearn these biases. But it simply has to be done. I've lived both sides of this issue. And every doctor insists they treat their male and female patients the same. But some of the doctors astonished that I didn't get better care in the past are the same doctors who dismissed me before.
I'm glad I'm getting the care I need, even if it is several decades late. And I'm angry that it took so long. And I'm furious that most female-presenting people will never have this chance.
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Hi! I'm so exited that you asked for request for tasm Peter Parker, the second I saw it all I could think of is him being like, assertive..does that make sense? I don't know he's just so sassy and lovely, and I believe whole heartedly that when it comes to people he cares about he can be very pushy with them.
So like I don't just like a scenario for you to build off of, like domestic assertiveness like making his s/o take breaks when they're over working themselves like gently but firmly "suggesting" they eat something or take a nap or go out side, get fresh air you know anything. This is just something for you to go off but I'd love anything you'd make. I hope you have a lovely day :)
a/n omg i hope i captured the vibe that you described bc it's just SO GOOD like so in character and cute,, he's just meant to be a bf
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It's so much like clockwork that you don't even need to look up from your notebook to undo the latch of your fire escape. Which is a good thing, because the day has somehow managed to crawl by at a snail's pace and still slip through your fingers too quickly.
All of your homework has piled up through no fault of your own. At first, only two classes decided to share a deadline, but then another teacher assigned you an essay and another added a test on the math chapter you've understood the least. At first you thought you'd be able to push through and finish off most of your work today, giving you a decent amount of time to try to decode your calc. But now it's been hours and your eyelids are feeling heavy and you've just started a pre-test worksheet that you had forgotten about.
The now familiar groan of the fire escape being pulled open barely registers. Despite how hard you're trying to keep all your focus on the study guide, a warmth you've gotten much too used to roots itself in your stomach.
"Always unlocked." Peter's already pulled himself into your bedroom, the shift from the outside world to your room a transition he could complete with his eyes shut. "As Spider-Man, I should tell you not to for safety reasons, but it does make it easier when I'm tired."
Your eyes tear away from the page long enough to look at him. Peter's mask is already pulled up his face.
"I don't--you're tired?" You blink hard, trying to focus. "Was it..." The whole Spider-Man thing being so open is still relatively new to you. Peter's never made it feel like a particularly sore or easily triggering issue, but you know how much trust he's giving you by being this casual about it. And you're prone to worrying, to pushing and doting and wanting to wrap Peter in bubblewrap. "...Eventful?"
Peter frowns, leaning forward on the window sill. "That gets a reaction?"
You retrace your words, wondering if you've said something wrong or overly sappy. You can't find any mistakes. "What?"
He relaxes at the genuine confusion in your voice. He gives himself a second to really look at you, at the notebook on your lap. "Are you still doing homework?"
"Uh..." It's almost like the papers surrounding you are embarrassing. "Yeah, a lot of stuff's coming up." You let out a breath that doesn't exactly work as a laugh. "And I wanted to finish it early so I'd have time to ask Gwen to go over some calc stuff with me."
Peter stands slowly He's not used to this, to feeling unsure in your room or around you in general. Maybe you're trying to be passive aggressive. Did he forget something? Or stand you up or do something to upset you? He can't remember anything negative about any of your interactions, but that could just be his side of things. Maybe he's been taking advantage of you knowing his secret. It's easy to become less attentive when he can just fall back on blaming everything on Spider-Man.
"I know about calc." It feels small, almost shy.
"I know." You swallow, hoping to hide any insecurity in your voice. Peter's the most important person in your life and on days like this you don't feel like you deserve to even run in the same circles. All of the stuff you're struggling with comes naturally to him and on top of that he's a freaking superhero. Complaining about not getting math and school stress has to sound stupid and unimportant to someone who literally fights crime. "But I was going to see her tomorrow morning anyway, and it's just some basic stuff I want to make sure I get before the test on Friday."
You don't want his help. He tries not to take your reaction personally. Gwen's your friend just as much as he is and there a lot of reasons you could be waiting. Maybe you're frustrated and over trying to understand it today. Or maybe the way Gwen summarizes things makes more sense to you.
Peter stands, consciously telling himself to let it go. It's been awhile since the two of you have just gotten to peacefully co-exist. Okay, only awhile by your usual standards considering that he had hung out for awhile after school before his usual patrol. But that was mostly studying, and he misses you more than he can justify.
He picks up a notebook and a few papers scattered next to you, shuffling them neatly before sitting next to you.
"Peter."
"What?"
The amount of innocence pushed into the word forces you to look up. "I'm--" He's closer than you thought he'd be, staring at you with a partial pout. "I'm trying to do homework."
His hand shifts, pinky touching the side of your hand. "Take a break." Your head snaps up. "You've been doing it for way too long."
Your chin comes up a fraction of an inch. "Because I need to."
"You're going to burn yourself out." You want to listen, to at least pretend to be considering his opinion, but your tired and his tone is so contradicting. A touch of actual annoyance is in there, but it's undercut by an exasperated softness. Equal parts stress and a concern that'd better fit a parent correcting a child for their own good. It's too genuine and oddly nice. You smile. "I'm serious."
You recover quickly, forcing yourself to frown, "I know, but I'm seriously okay." You wish there was a way to physically prove it. "I just..." You wipe your eyes with the back of your palm, "I have to do this sometimes." Something about the way your voice softens tells him that you're not talking about just homework. "It's not always natural."
Peter turns too quickly, his knee bumping into yours. "Hey." He doesn't know where he's going with this. Doesn't know how to talk to you about these kinds of things without melting and fully exposing himself.
"You are so smart and-and good at so many things." The praise hits you straight in the chest, making warmth rush to your face. "But taking care of yourself isn't one of them."
You roll your eyes, finally finding it in yourself to look at him. "Which one of us messed up their hip two weeks ago and wouldn't go to the doctor?"
Peter sighs, "It was not messed up."
"It so was." You crane your neck to better glare at him. "You could barely walk."
He presses his lips together, fighting down a smile. "It was not that bad."
"I had to help you get to my bathroom." You keep your tone light, partially teasing, but it still doesn't feel that casual. That was the first time you had seen him that injured. It had turned your stomach so much you couldn't even overthink about how close the two of you were physically as you helped him.
That was almost your breaking point. You wanted to get him to a hospital. The two of you could have come up with some kind of story to justify the injuries that wouldn't have outed him as Spider-Man. But Peter practically begged you to let it go, to just patch him up like usual and let him crash in your room for the night. You wanted to push, but he had been so insistent and nice as he tried to comfort you. You caved. You always cave.
"I was--a little sore." The admission is reluctant. You tilt your head, eyebrows raising as if to say that you've made your point. "Not the same." He says it like that should take away from your feeling of victory, but it really doesn't. "I'm serious, you can't work yourself sick."
You let out a small sigh. If it was coming from anyone else, you'd be annoyed enough to tell them off. But this isn't anyone, it's Peter who's trying to mother hen you to death for no other reason than worry.
You reach for his arm, fingers gently squeezing just above his wrist. "I'm not sick." He turns his hand over. "It just--it's not always natural to me...and I have to make up the difference."
"Don't do that." Your pointer finger drags down the face of his palm. "You're too smart not to see it." Peter 's hand shifts into a fist, trapping your pointer finger. "And you're too smart to burn yourself out."
There's no way for you to get any response out, so you just stare at where your fingers tangle together. "I'm okay, I just need to keep my calc grade up."
He's close enough now that when he lets out a tired breath you can feel it against the side of your head. You can't remember moving closer. "And if you fall asleep in class or can't focus because you're exhausted."
"That doesn't--" You don't know what to say. That that doesn't count, that that kind of thing doesn't happen to you. You know that Peter's just trying to help, but you're not in the mood for reason and understanding. You just want to feel like you have it together the way everyone else seems to. "You get less sleep than me."
You push yourself further onto your bed, creating some needed space. The closer you are to Peter, the easier it is for you to melt. One inch too far and before you know it you're holding hands or his head is on your shoulder and your fingers are gently combing through his hair.
A part of it feels petulant and a little silly. He's your best friend, you don't know why you're starting a competition over whose worse at self care.
"Yeah," he admits easily, leaning back so that he can better look at you, "That's how I know it's hard." Peter shifts again, the movement has your notebook almost falling forward. "And I don't--" He sighs, eyes dropping down to the mess of papers between you. "I don't want that for you." The words are mumbled quietly, his attention focusing on organizing your notebooks and paper.
It's enough to get you to visibly soften. He's just looking out for you the way you want to look out for him. "I know, it's just--" You watch Peter tap his pile of your notes against his leg, straightening them out. "It all has to get done and I--I see everyone just getting it and doing all these other things and I'm barely holding on to the bare minimum."
Peter stops. "What?" He immediately sets down your notes in favor of reaching for your hand. "You can't--" He squeezes your fingers, more for his own sake than more. "Getting the grades you do isn't the bare minimum and you're--" Peter stops himself from gushing over how smart he thinks you are. "Is that why you don't want me to help you with calc?"
Spider-Man has made his life harder in a lot of ways, but he never thought it'd hurt his relationship with you. It's been a conscious choice. You're a priority.
Maybe he's been talking about it too much...coming off like he thinks he's that in important when in reality he just wants to impress you. Is that it? Have his attempts to seem cool and brave and like a guy worth your attention come off as ego?
"Is..." He isn't sure where to start. "Is this because of..." Peter can't bring himself to say it, so all he does is lift the hand still holding onto the mask.
"No," you blurt out a little too quickly, "I-I mean I don't think so, at least not fully." You sigh, embarrassed that this even needs to be a conversation. "It's that you're balancing that and your grades perfectly and Gwen's got her internship and one week of extra assignments is all it takes to throw me off. And it feels like I always need help with this stuff." You briefly squeeze your eyes shut, unsure how you even admitted that. "And now I'm officially terrible friend. I suck."
Peter pulls your intertwined hands forward, settling your fist on his knee. "No, you're not." You give him a look that says you don't buy a word of it. "You do so much, even if you don't see it." He drags his thumb across your knuckles. "You help me a lot."
You don't feel like you do. Peter's the one going out and taking the hits every night. The most you do is research certain local crimes and patch him up the best you can. That's nothing compared to everything he does for everyone. It's not a competition, but you definitely don't feel okay adding to his work load. "Peter--"
"I'm serious, do you think I could do everything I do without knowing that you're here?" Peter's expression blanks. Too much. Way too much. "And that--that you're ready to help clean me up and-and research all that--" He cuts himself off again. There is no good way to comfort you without accidentally admitting how much he cares. "Crime stuff."
Despite yourself, you smile, "Crime stuff?"
Instead of taking the bait and falling for your slight teasing, he holds onto his point. "You get what I mean." He lets go of his mask in order to squeeze your hand between both of his. "You're important and so smart, even if you're not always smart enough to see it."
Heat rushes to your face. "Okay." A reluctant retreat. Peter secretly indulges in his victory. "Help me with calc?"
"Okay," Peter agrees easily, "Tomorrow, though, because you need sleep."
You roll your eyes, "You are such a mom sometimes."
"You're the one that wants to get Spider-Man a jacket."
You let out a mock gasp. That suggestion had been a joke. Kind of. "First off, I was kidding." Eh. "And second, it gets cold in the winter and your suit's so thin."
Peter grins before taking his hands back. You frown a little at the loss of contact, but try to recover quickly. "Can I stay over?" He wraps his arms around himself, exaggerating the chill in the air by moving his hands up and down his arms. "Because it's so...cold?"
You fight down a laugh, reaching over for a pillow to hit him in the shoulder. Honestly, Peter's found some lame excuses to sleep over, but recently it's like he's not even trying. Which is perfectly okay with you--if he's tired, he's tired. And also, it's always kind of nice when Peter stays over. Nicer than it should be. "I should lock you out and let you freeze."
"Mhm," he hums, pushing himself to his feet, "Do I have any--"
You pick up your homework so that by the time he gets back from changing, Peter will have space to lay down. "Top drawer, I threw your sweatpants and some of your shirts in the laundry the other day, so they're good to go."
Peter lets himself smile once his back is into you. He can't remember ever giving the whole domestic thing much thought before he started crashing here kind of regularly. Your parents are rarely an issue, both of them have long commutes to work which means they're usually asleep by the time Peter can swing in and they leave for work in such a rush that if they do check on you before leaving, Peter only has to worry about hiding for a second, and his extra sense always warns him in time. They're a lot less likely to catch him bruised and injured than his aunt.
"You're perfect." The honestly of his words leaves his face hot. It's a good thing he's still not facing you.
You're still too busy organizing your school stuff for tomorrow morning to notice the way that sentimentality swells in his throat. "Mhm."
"I mean it," he pulls open the drawer, taking out what he needs to sleep, "You need to give yourself more credit or I'm going to do it for you."
Warmth begins to crawl up your chest. Why is your best friend the kindest, most understanding, overwhelmingly pretty person you've ever met? "That's the worst threat I've ever heard."
Peter shuts the drawer and turns towards your bedroom door. Your bathroom is just down a short hall, and as long as he's quiet, he won't get caught. "That's because it's not a threat."
You move to sit at the edge of your bed, "Oh, are you--" Asking if he needs any kind of patching up still feels awkward. You're not sure why...there's nothing even remotely feely about it even though it's overly touchy, even by your standards. "Did you get hurt at all, or--?"
"Oh," he shakes his head once, "No, I'm--" Peter knew you'd ask, you always do because he doesn't always love showing you the more tolerable bruises and cuts until you give him those soft, worried eyes. But he's actually fine tonight, which means that he didn't really have an excuse to stop by and sleepover. "I'm good tonight, just a little tired."
You nod, expression so casual Peter can't read much from it. Maybe you're so used to him crashing by now that you don't even need to think through the reasons. "Good. I like when you're safe."
Fondness tugs at Peter's chest. "I'm always safe."
You roll your eyes as he slips out the door. A few minutes later, Peter comes back. You're already laying in bed, beneath the covers, face only illuminated by your small, bedside lamp and cell phone screen.
"I know I said you need sleep..." You push yourself to sit up a little straighter. "But if you wanted to watch something for a little bit..."
He trails off, trying to push against the slight guilt of selfishness. Most nights when he stays over, Peter tries to time his arrival to give you two enough time to watch something on TV. The two of you usually fall asleep too quickly to care what's on, but it does make it easier to get close to you. If you guys watch TV first, he can find a window to hold your hand or pull an arm around your shoulder.
But you really do need sleep tonight.
"Yeah," you grin, "Sounds nice." You push yourself a little more to your side of the bed. "Just for a little." Both of you know that the TV will be on until whoever falls asleep first has drifted off. The one that's still awake will have to search the bed for a remote.
"Cool," Peter agrees, walking around your bed to turn the bedside lamp off, "Wanna watch the show from last time?"
You nod lazily before finding the remote. Peter gets into bed as you adjust the volume before opening the right streaming service. With a few clicks, your show is on. As the intro roles onto the screen, you drop your head onto Peter's shoulder.
"Hey," he whispers, knowing you're half asleep, "You can't let yourself get stressed out like that and not--" He trusts you so much, and he wants you to be able to feel the same way for him. "Not tell me about it, okay?" He finds your arm in the dark, fingers instinctually drawing patterns against the inside of your wrist. "Please?"
You try to sit up a little straighter, but all you actually do is just read your head more fully on him. "Okay." It's a fair request considering the way you bully him into admitting to every new cut and bruise, no matter how small. "I promise." He trails his nails down your arm, "I'd pinky promise, but I'm too tired."
Peter lets out a partial breath, amusement trying to disguise itself as annoyance. He moves his hand, taking his time to find your pinky. He bends his around yours. "Do you only keep me around to do things for you?"
Even though the joke is the complete opposite of everything he's just said, you still smile as you let out a mock gasp. "No, I keep you around 'cause you're pretty."
The teasing comment is worse than the kind of response you'd throw at him if you were more awake. He's suddenly glad he turned off your bedside lamp before laying down. "I'm pretty?"
A second passes and no response. Not even a hum of acknowledgement. Carefully, Peter leans forward and sees that your eyes are shut and your breathing has evened out.
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I got this ask on main but thought I'd pick it up here, my comics history/fashion ramble blog. I'd been wondering this exact same thing recently, and Google initially wasn't much help—Rocketeer replica jackets describe themselves only as "Rocketeer jackets" and the one Lobster Johnson cosplay thread just suggested ordering one of those.
The most curious part is the double seam and horizonal row of buttons that mark out the entire front as possibly being an unbuttonable "bib", like a plastron front. (Please don't ask how late in the game I worked out that "plastron" is the right word for that.)
The closest genuine Golden Age example of a plastron jacket I found was the military tunic style uniform of Blackhawk, created in 1941.
(Pics from the '52 movie serial (right) really show how awkward it is to combine open lapels + plastron. On a double breasted coat, that chest panel IS the bottom lapel, folded shut.)
Here's the thing: This outfit mirrors that of the Nazi ace pilot he fights in the origin issue, von Tepp (middle). And compare further to the far right: real life WWI flying ace Manfred von Richthofen, AKA the Red Baron, in imperial German Uhlan (lance cavalry) uniform.
"The Germans had designed such great costumes, we decided to use them ourselves," co-creator Cuidera is quoted as saying in Steranko's History of Comics, which (more dubiously, in my opinion) compares the look to the Gestapo or SS. Breeches or jodhpurs weren't strictly a Nazi thing at the time, but they do add to the overall effect.
Compare two other military tunic themed costumes from 1940, on Captain Marvel and Bucky Barnes. These are asymmetrically buttoned, and switch to a more classic circus strongman look below the waist.
But somewhere around 1975, with the Invaders book, Bucky gets a buttoned bib! There's something infectious about it—the symmetry, maybe. (Even re: the characters we started with; Mignola didn't draw Lobster Johnson with buttons down the right side, but every artist after does. And Spider-Noir wore a sweater under his coat until Shattered Dimensions introduced the double-breasted vest.)
If it didn't reach his belt, Barnes' button-on front + shirt collar combo would resemble a bib-front western shirt, like the one that became the Rawhide Kid's signature look in '56. (Or Texas Twister's in '76.)
This shirt entered the old-West-obsessed public imagination in the 1940s/50s largely because John Wayne wore it in several cowboy movies. In reality it was rare among cowboys, more common with firefighters and civil war era militia.
Military tunics, Western shirts, alright, but does anything match the style and material and era, or are these jackets a total anachronism? I tried looking into 1930s leather flight jackets and was surprised when the closest-looking results were marked as Luftwaffe.
It took me a bit to work out why: USAF and RAF issued standard flight jackets with a center closure. The Luftwaffe instead let their pilots buy non-standardized ones. The 'weird' double-breasted black German flight jackets were in fact fairly normal (but repurposed) motorcycle racing jackets.
Far left is an English biker's jacket that dates back to the 1920s. Even without the bib, this may be as close as you'll get to an authentic Rocketeer. The jodhpurs were pretty common to complete the look. (What was an early motorcycle anyways, if not a weird metal horse?) The first biker jacket with the now iconic off-center diagonal zip was designed in America in 1928 and yet as far as I can tell, not a single actual pre-war pulp hero wore one.
The greatest weakness of this post is that I haven't been able to find any of these artists' notes on how, exactly, they arrived at similar versions of this iconic Pulp Front Panel Jacket. I'm sure I've missed some things. But as far as I can tell, this jacket is an odd bit of convergent stylistic evolution from the above influences that's picked up enough momentum to now be self-perpetuating.
The problem with pulp heroes is that for the most part, they just wore clothes. The appeal of this jacket is actually very similar to what the 1940s thought the appeal of the bib-front shirt in westerns was: It's alien enough to feel "old". It looks like something invented before zippers or synthetic fabrics. It looks formal and militant but also renegade, rebellious. It also looks a little mad-sciencey*. It's a costume, but you can nearly fool yourself into thinking the past was weird enough that you could find something this cool on the rack.
If I wanted to end on some grand point, I could try to argue that there's a thematic throughline between fascist fashion, John Wayne movies, and throwback pulp. A manufactured aesthetic valorizing the violence of a fictional golden age... but I think the noir stylings of the post-Rocketeer comics in this lineup mean that, at least on some level, they know the "good guys" didn't dress like this.
*If I had another couple weeks of time to burn, I'd try to trace the visual history of the Howie coat in popular culture and investigate its possible connections to this. Alas, I do actually have a life.
#thank you for reading. also don't read golden age blackhawks the racism is awful even by era standards.#comics history#costume taxonomy#<- forgot I had that tag.#not to be like ''in MY favorite comics...'' again but may I point out that Hellboy and Robo and Tom Strong just wear... clothes#like. yknow. A pulp series that had confidence in itself rather than trying to cosplay as eras it thinks were cooler might do-#[I am yanked offstage before I can restart that rant]#the rocketeer
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i hope things are going alright with you so far starbs! managing a lot of stuff can be difficult and i hope nothing but the best for you. as for regarding whatever might happen with BTC, we'll respect whatever decision you'll make as your well being is honestly way more important than anything, you're an amazing artist but also an incredible person. you've done so much for the community and have inspired so many artists and people with your artworks and how you interact with your community in general. your works are astounding and I can't even describe how much I adore what you've done for all of us, even if you might not know it.
i apologize for this sudden ramble and pop up in your inbox but I just needed to write that out, i hope you're having a wonderful timezone and that everything is going well ! hoping college goes well for you
Thank you so much, and thank you for the time taken to write this message for me. Truly hope things are going well for you too.
One thing that I'd like to mention. It's been really fun to feel excitement surrounding an ambitious project like Behind The Codes. I never expected it to become so popular, even though all I had to show were old concept art pieces, a few disorganized comic pages and some character designs. It still is something very important to me, because beyond its popularity, Behind The Codes helped me a lot with mental health. I was so glad when people enjoyed it as much as I did, I felt like it was becoming a new community altogether.
So, I have a suggestion! You there, artist (writer/digital artist/musician) that's currently reading this. If you ever find yourself starting a new project and wonder "should I really do this?" or "am I skilled enough for this?", it's absolutely fine to feel discouraged by the amount of work, time and effort you'll put into something. It's okay to take breaks from it, to be disappointed with results, to give up and let go of personal projects you desperately wanted to finish. Don't be so hard on yourself, just remember to have fun, and to do what you love. No one is pressuring you to do the most perfect piece of work in the world, except yourself. If you ever decide to show it to the world, don't be discouraged if it doesn't get as much attention at first.
You have all the time in the world to do the things you want, just keep going!
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Decided to see today if a ChatGPT instance could help me find a quote I had in mind, since it's supposedly read and memorized so much of the internet. It was surprisingly bad.
>Me: What's that quote which goes something like: 'I took up my pen to let my enemies know they have not convinced me' ?
>ChatGPT: The quote you are referring to is often attributed to French philosopher and writer Voltaire. The exact wording may vary slightly, but the essence of the quote remains consistent. Here is one popular version: "I have only ever made one prayer to God, a very short one: 'O Lord, make my enemies ridiculous.' And God granted it."
LOL wut, no, that's not at all what I asked.
>Me: No, it's not Voltaire. It's about writing.
>GPT: I apologize for the confusion. If your question is related to writing, could you please provide more specific details or clarify what you would like to know or discuss about writing?
>Me: I would like help finding the quote from an aristocrat about why he's writing. It's something like: "I am not writing to convince, I am writing to let my friends know I agree and let my enemies know I disagree."
>GPT: The quote you are referring to is often attributed to French diplomat and writer François de La Rochefoucauld. Although the quote has different variations, it captures the essence you described. The most common rendition is: "I do not write to convince, but to evade being convinced."
>Me: Please suggest a different quote along the same lines.
>GPT: "The only way to do great work is to love what you do." - Steve Jobs
oh wow this instance is moronic, now I'm starting to wonder how much of the good performance is carefully cherrypicked and arranged. at this point I went on a detour and found the quote via arcane other means and Internet Archive to get a page from a 2014 blog where I'd seen it, and found the author's name: Georg Christoph Lichtenberg. Let's see if GPT is any better with that.
>Me: What's the Lichtenberg quote about having taken up his pen, not to convince people, but to encourage his friends and allies?
>GPT: The Lichtenberg quote you are referring to is: "I have only taken up the pen to encourage my friends and to irritate my enemies."
still wrong! it's getting closer, but seemingly only because I prompted it with big hints.
>Me: No, not that one. What's the Lichtenberg quote about having taken up his pen in the year 1764, not to convince people, but to encourage his friends and allies?
>GPT: I apologize for the confusion. Here is the quote you are referring to: "I have taken up my pen in the year 1764, not to persuade you, but to condemn a conduct which appears to me to be highly unjust. I wish only to exhort and encourage my friends and allies, and, if it be possible, to awaken the attention of those whom I esteem, to the rights and liberties, the interests and happiness of mankind." - Georg Christoph Lichtenberg
still wrong! this quote from GPT appears to be part hallucination and part cribbing from JS Mill. The actual quote I wanted is here on azquotes:
I ceased in the year 1764 to believe that one can convince one’s opponents with arguments printed in books. It is not to do that, therefore, that I have taken up my pen, but merely so as to annoy them, and to bestow strength and courage on those on our own side, and to make it known to the others that they have not convinced us.
This was my experience last year too (and not in the haha last week sense) - ChatGPT seems frequently worse and dumber for me than it does in the demos and examples, and I speculate it's because I'm asking something offbeat.
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I can't be the only person who thinks that Jiang Cheng isn't actually that "rude" or "angry" for that matter?
Like sure, growing up, he was a bit grumpy. But then again, what teenager isn't? Regardless, he often remembered his manners, especially around elders. Even after the 13 year gap, he still maintains his manners and proper decorum despite the rumours suggesting otherwise (and antis for that matter).
The wording in these two scenes just don't strike me as someone who is rude and irrational. How else would he maintain relations with other sects and keep his people happy and thriving if he truly was rude and hard to work with? You could argue he earned respect by fear, but I too doubt that giving how people find it so easy to chat shit about him both behind his back and so blatantly too without fearing any consequences.
I don't know. I just dont buy it one bit, and I do think the rumours are merely exaggerations because of this.
As for his anger, I think it's pretty reasonable to see why he is angry. Every scene he blows up in, it is in response to traumatic events. A reaction, I'd argue most of us would have. It isn't fair to judge a person when they're at their worst. I know we are led to believe that he's been angry since childhood, but even then, the anger in question is once again valid, take for example the scene where we see his dogs taken away from him. They were described as his only friends. And change is a scary thing for children. Although not ideal, it's pretty unreasonable not to expect a child to get upset at the thought of their family pet being taken away from them.
I just think the criticisms of Jiang Cheng are too harsh, when in actual fact, he probably has the most human emotions out of everyone in the entire story. Which in part is the reason why I grew rather attached to his character. He wasn't perfect. He is heavily flawed. And yet somehow manages to be the most relatable character, a point I've seen many people make throughout the fandom. To me, that explains why he's the best written. The depth and mystery surrounding the character and what he had gotten up to after Wei Wuxians' death, whether the rumours are true, etc, just make him all the more intriguing to me.
I would love it if MXTX decided to do a spin-off on his perspective. I think it would be a good story in the making with all the material she could work with. But alas, that's wishful thinking. And we as fans can only speculate on these mysteries and fill the gaps in ourselves.
#jiang cheng#canon jiang cheng#mxtx mdzs#mo dao su zhi#mdzs manhua#I just love interesting and complex characters okay??#give me a jiang cheng spin off series!!
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Anonymous: hi, i absolutely LOVE your writing style, so i'd like to request something (i apologize if you've done this before!) donna has a sexual dream about the reader and just wakes up completely wet… (you can decide how it continues from there <3)
18+ Minors DNI
Hell yeah! I love this. I wrote sub!Donna and hard dom!Y/N. I haven’t written Y/N as a hard dom before (Just soft dom and service top) So I’m excited to share. Don’t worry, plenty of aftercare for our precious doll maker T^T Y/N, as usual, is written gender-neutral. Let’s get into it!
Donna never thought that she would describe herself as a sexual person, but you changed all of that.
She finally craved sex after being too shy to even think about it when you two had first met.
You had made everything in her life seem better… Even her dreams, apparently.
Donna currently found herself within one of the most steamy dreams she has ever had.
She was bent over her work desk as you furiously pounded into her from behind. She felt so dirty as she helplessly moaned out in pleasure.
“Keep on making those nasty noises you disgusting hussy.” Dream-you had ordered.
That only fueled Donna’s pleasure as you kept up a brutal pace.
Finally, Donna felt herself reach a breathtaking climax and she woke up abruptly.
Her breaths were heavy and labored as she shakily brought a hand to her chest to calm herself down. She felt absolutely sinful… And soaking wet.
You were asleep and holding onto Donna from behind. You were completely unaware of the crisis of conscience Donna was having right now.
She felt conflicted. She had just had the most delicious sex dream about you, but she was afraid to tell you about it. What if you thought she was a horrible person for wanting something so filthy?
Donna tried to move out of your hold, but you woke up at her actions. “What’s wrong, babe? You okay?” You asked and sat up.
Donna whined softly at her arousal from hearing your deep morning voice. Her face was completely red in embarrassment. “I’m fine, c-cara mia.” She said quietly.
You quirked an eyebrow at Donna’s unconvincing answer. “You don’t seem fine.” You pulled her close and kissed her.
Donna’s eyes rolled back in pleasure at your affection. She couldn’t help the moan you dragged out of her.
At Donna’s reaction, you began to smirk. “Oh, I see. Did you have a nice dream?” You questioned.
Donna hid her face in her hands from shame.
“Don’t be embarrassed!” You reassured her and took her hands to gently kiss them. “Why don’t you tell me about it? I want to see if I live up to the fantasy.” You grinned.
Donna took a stuttering breath. “You just… Used me any way you wanted and… I loved it. You were so mean and called me names as you told me what to do. I just felt so naughty.” She admitted.
Your eyes widened at Donna’s statement, but you soon adopted an evil smirk. “So, like the rough stuff, huh, gorgeous? I can take care of that.” You said.
“Really, Y/N?!” She squeaked out in disbelief.
You chuckled. “Yeah! But… You want me to be mean to you?” You asked to clarify.
Donna nodded her head, totally bashful now. “Yes, Y/N. I’d love it more than anything.”
You cracked your knuckles and dropped your voice to a husky new low
“Well then,” You began and gripped her chin. “Quit running that smutty mouth so I can get to work. You’re mine, now.” You commanded.
Donna shakily breathed in, feeling aroused. This was exactly what she had been hoping for.
“Maybe I should get you a little collar to wear while I fuck you?” You suggested as you whispered right in her ear.
Donna almost came from that sentence alone.
You quickly took off your night clothes and started undoing her nightgown. After you got Donna undressed, you took her perky nipples and roughly tugged on them.
Donna squirmed helplessly.
“Now, spread your legs for me, you filthy harlot.” You told her.
Donna began panting as you ordered her around. She opened her legs and you slowly stuck two fingers in her folds. “Well, you’re pretty wet. Do you like being a useless little tramp for me to use as I see fit?” You teasingly grazed her engorged clitoris before popping your fingers into your mouth.
Donna was almost vibrating with pleasure. “Yes, Y/N! Yes, I want to be your little bitch!” She cried out.
You took her right nipple into your mouth and began to play with her plump and heavy breasts. You swirled your tongue around her areola and lightly bit down.
Donna arched her back in pleasure.
You could tell she was about to orgasm. Suddenly, you stopped all ministrations with a teasing smile. “I’m not gonna let you ruin the fun because you can’t keep up.”
Donna was heartbroken, but really turned on, at how you edged her.
You quickly got off the bed and found stray scraps of fabric that Donna used for her doll projects from around the room.
You returned to Donna’s side and placed a searing kiss on her lips. Donna and you eventually had to pull away to breathe, but as you did, you grabbed her wrists and tied them to the bedpost as tight as you could.
Donna once again felt a familiar heat building in her core. You were using her however you wanted and it made her feel fantastic.
“Alright, you nasty girl. Let me hear you.” You ordered and began lapping at her wet labia.
Donna whined at the intense pleasure.
You stuck your tongue deeper inside which made Donna yelp from the sudden intrusion.
“Aww, what’s wrong?” You taunted. “Not enough for you?” You suddenly stuck three fingers inside Donna’s pulsing core and began fucking her mercilessly.
She cried out in ecstasy. “Y-yes, Y/N! Fill me! Deeper!” She begged and tears began falling down her face at the overwhelming sensations you were causing her.
You quickly ceased all of your thrusting and retracted your fingers from her pussy. “Shut your mouth!” You barked harshly.
Donna squeaked in surprise at your sudden shift.
“You don’t give the orders, I do. I’m in charge and you’ll just lie there and take it. Understand?” You asked and grabbed her face with your hand.
Donna bit her lower lip. She was so worked up that it was all she could do to nod her head.
You smirked. “Good.” You began pumping your fingers into Donna’s heated sex once again.
Donna felt liquid heat pool in her belly as she got closer. She was helpless to do anything because of her tied up hands… And she loved it.
You could tell Donna was about to come as her walls began tightening around your fingers.
“Alright, you pathetic, horny girl. You can come. But you better scream my name when you do.” You said as you increased the speed of your pumping.
Donna suddenly tensed and wailed your name as she hit the most powerful orgasm she’s ever had. “Y/NNN!” She cried out.
As Donna came, you felt very satisfied that you were able to fulfill her wishes.
You kissed her neck and began untying her. You stroked any loose hair off of her face.
“Such a good girl for me, Donna.” You praised and kissed her forehead.
Donna’s heavy breathing eventually slowed and you went to go get a wet washcloth to clean her up.
“Y/N, t-that was so amazing, cara mia. Thank you.” She said after you finished wiping her sweaty skin. She pulled your face to hers to give you a kiss.
You blushed at how happy you had made her. “Hehe, thanks I tried.” You said.
Donna hummed in contentedness and tucked her head into the crook of your neck.
“I have to ask, though…” You started and kissed her hair. “How did I live up to your fantasy?”
Donna sat up and looked you in your eyes. “Everything I wanted and more, cara mia.” She smiled and cupped your cheek.
You grinned and placed a kiss on her lips.
You both laid back down and Donna cuddled into your front, quickly dozing off.
You felt so accomplished and smiled as sleep claimed you as well.
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#donna beneviento#re8#re8 village#donna beneviento x reader#donna beneviento x y/n#angie beneviento#resident evil village#resident evil imagines#resident evil 8#resident evil#resident evil smut#hard dom#sub!donna#dom!reader#top!reader
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This one is from Bodleian MS 764, aka the "Bodley Bestiary". This is actually a pretty nice bestiary; it's one of the ones with a wide selection of animals and some fairly elaborate illustrations. Yes, this illustration looks silly, but it's relatively large, detailed, and technically well-executed. Also I think that background is gold leaf. According to the listing at the Bodleian Library, it was made sometime between 1226 and 1250.
I go on a bit in this post, so I'll go ahead and put a cut here.
I do actually have access to a print translation of this one, so I can tell you that the description reads:
The scorpion is a land worm: it belongs with worms rather than serpents; it is armed with a sting; and it gets its name from Greek, because it stings with its tail and spreads its poison in a gaping wound. The scorpion has this property, that it stings the palm of the hand.
And then there's like three times as much text describing the scorpion's religious symbolism.
So let's look at this critter. At base, this is a pretty regular quadruped, apparently about the size of a cat if the hand is meant to be proportional. The perspective is odd; I'm not sure if this is just a highly-stylized top-down view or if it's actually meant to be hanging off that plant like some sort of demented flag.
There are a couple unusual things to point out. First, that's a weird quasi-human face, which I'd like to credit to the whole "scorpions have faces like virgins" thing, but I'm pretty sure it's actually just the artistic style. To support that claim, gaze upon the face of the Bodley Bestiary lion:
Second, I think this is the only scorpion so far I've seen drawn actually in the process of stinging someone, which is great, but the artist has decided to show this as a rigid spine going clear through a person's hand. Wild.
Third, and probably most important, what is that body shape? Where did that come from? I kind of wonder if the artist somehow had a concept of the scorpion as being low to the ground with a body wider than it is tall but knew virtually nothing else about them. It's kind of hard to interpret what's going on -- like, the silhouette is reminiscent of a horseshoe crab, but it can't possibly be a shell, because the legs are on the wrong side. If we interpret it as a shell, or as just like a weirdly bulky ventral portion, we have to ask how the hell this animal is meant to walk, because it clearly is wide enough to impede its legs. Look at that picture... here, I'll put it in again so you don't have to scroll up.
The legs are posed sticking out perpendicular to the spine here. Imagine this critter putting them down to walk. If that's a solid mass of any kind, it means that in order to move, it would have to keep its... knees? ankles? leg joints bent at a ninety-degree angle the entire time so its own body wouldn't get in the way. Like a turtle whose legs stuck out the top of its shell for some reason. I just don't think it works. The only way I can make sense of it is the one I jokingly suggested in the original post, where those are skin flaps like a flying squirrel. (This is complicated by the fact that the artist is unlikely to have ever seen a flying squirrel any more than they would have seen a scorpion, since the only species in Europe doesn't seem to reach even close to England... but look, I don't know what they were thinking. Bats, maybe.)
anyway. Points!
Small Scuttling Beaſtie? not that small, and whatever method of locomotion is happening here, i hesitate to call it a "scuttle", ✘
Pincers? ✘
Exoskeleton or Shell? friggin... maybe? my official position is no, but benefit of the doubt, ½
Visible Stinger? visible and actively stinging, ✔
Limbs? 4
And I have to say something here. This is a quadruped. And the way it's colored makes it look like it might be furry. I was considering this. And then... let's zoom in.
Those little details on the head there... okay, the two on either end are clearly the ears, but the stuff between the ears? You tell me there's a more plausible explanation than tufts of hair. Which... you know what that means?
🎉🎉🎉
That's a mammal!
🎉🎉🎉
Sorry, buddy, it's probably in bad taste to celebrate you getting a penalty, but I genuinely thought I was never going to use that one.
I'm not penalizing the resemblance to a flying squirrel, though, because like. I think it's unlikely that's what the author was basing this on. Case of convergent evolution.
Anyhow, -1. I think this is our first penalty for a reason other than wings. (By which I mean it definitely is, but I'm leaving the possibility open that something else shows up in the period between when I'm writing this and when I'm scheduling it to post.)
As for the vibes of this week's critter, I think it's charming in a way, but unsettling in enough ways that I want to keep my distance even for non-stabbing-related reasons. I'll give it a 4/5, on the assumption that those are skin flaps and not something else. Because if this is doing the reverse-turtle thing, that's bad vibes and the score would go down.
Total:
4.4 / 10
Whoever is being stabbed on the left there seems real nonchalant about it.
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ok well so. the Subaru is declared a total loss. I'm just gonna witter on about that for a bit. But outside the cut I will ask for submissions and suggestions for Most Unhinged Bumper Stickers / Car Decorations, because this is how I'm getting through this, I'm making myself cry-laugh at all the incredibly unhinged bumper stickers out there on the Internet. I'll start the ball rolling with this one:
True Patriots Brake For America's Only Native Marsupial
I got irritated with the insurance company, because I was like ok, the sum total of information I have here is that you'll give me $X for the car. But what's actually wrong with it? You're not mentioning it but I know in the past I have had a car declared a total loss, and have taken it as salvage and repaired it myself, I know that's an option. Oh yeah, said the guy on the phone, you can do that. Want to do that instead? I can find out how much we'll give you for that instead. Well, I said, it depends on what's actually wrong with the car, don't you think? And he was like... not understanding me. He put me on hold and came back and rattled off a different figure and was like "so you wanna do that?" and i was like no because i do not know what is wrong with the car please tell me what is wrong with the car and he was getting increasingly confused and I was getting increasingly frustrated so I said please can you email me both figures you quoted me plus the repair estimate for the car so I can make an informed decision and he was like oh yeah sure.
and emailed me two identical letters with two different figures, which I think did match the ones he'd quoted me earlier but there was no text anywhere within the letters to explain what the difference was. Most notably, nowhere did it tell me what it's called when you take the total loss settlement, keep the vehicle, and repair it yourself, and I still don't know what that's called, so I sound fully idiotic when I try to describe it. There's a like two- or three-word phrase that means that, but IDK what it is! Owner Maintenance Something, or Owner Management Something, or-- I don't know! It was never written down for me anywhere.
Anyway. I called the repair shop, and said ok, I need to see the repair estimate, and they were like legally we cannot tell you that. What. But when I dropped the car off they'd texted me a link to a website with status updates, so I went and looked at that. And the $$ amount of repairs was extremely similar to the $$ amount they'd give me for the car as salvage. So I'd break even if i just kept it and fixed it. But it would then be worthless in resale because it would be marked that it was salvage, and it's likely those repairs aren't the only work it's gonna need. And I wasn't expecting to get a ton for this car once I'd driven it into the ground, but-- I also knew it had underlying problems and did not know if those problems were included in the repair estimate.
I emailed the insurance company and said, ok, I know we were not understanding one another at all on the phone, but what part of "i need to see the repair estimate so I can make an informed decision on this" was unclear? Please let me know so I can clarify. I don't know how you expect me to decide whether to take the payment and let you scrap the car, or keep the car to fix it, if I do not understand how much it will cost to fix or what is broken about it. I genuinely do not understand what part of this desire of mine is unclear, and I don't understand how other people make this decision without any of this information. Please can you send me the repair estimate, because I can't actually proceed without it. Please let me know if you do not understand this request. I don't know how else to ask it but I can try to explain further if it is still not clear.
So they sent me the repair estimate with a terse note, and I feel like some kind of jerk but I genuinely-- do people not ask?? Does nobody ever want to know what's broken??? HOW do other people make a choice about this without knowing ANYTHING????
The repair estimate was grim. Things I have zero doubt were actually broken-- the right suspension arm, but not the left. The radiator supports, god damn it. A hood is cheaper than I thought, but painting it is not cheap. The fucking plastic bumper, I knew was going to cost a mint. The engine was fine, the radiator was fine, but like. nothing else was.
And the underlying defect with the steering that my buddy Chris at the shop had grimly diagnosed and told me he couldn't fix without a warranty recall, which was in effect for every other model of this car but not this one-- wasn't on there, they hadn't noticed it. And the transmission sticks sometimes in Park. And the wheel bearings were just replaced, but if the suspension is damaged on one side, how do I know it's all right on the other after all....
The previous Subaru, a third-hand stick-shift Impreza, died at 125k miles, which is objectively reasonable but I thought was premature. The starter motor failed, along with something I can't recollect now about the steering. It was driveable but I had to start it with a hammer. Coming on for winter, I gave up on it, and got this one, which was fantastic because that was the winter we suddenly had a bunch of Great Plains blizzards the Impreza absolutely would not have made it through.
This one was at 94k miles.
So, reluctantly, I figured, I've got to let it go. Someone who can turn a profit on the labor can rehab it and make it drivable for another 50k miles probably, but that someone isn't me. I hope they sell it cheap and some college kid moves home and back another five times with it. I hope it has a lovely second life and someone actually uses that roof rack. But I had to let it go. I turned in the spare keys and cleared it out and cried.
I'm shopping for... something similar I guess. I can't get by with less cargo space, I stuff that thing full on the reg. I don't like a low-slung car, I need ground clearance just for my parking spot on the farm let alone anything else; ideally I want any vehicle of mine to be able to make it up the forest road and around the loop in reasonably dry conditions, so that if something happens to block the loop at the barnyard end I could still get out, and so if I need to haul something up to the compost I can make it there in my vehicle (or like if I want to collect woodchips or something).
I was hoping electric vehicles would have advanced enough for me to get one of those. But I need either a 300-mile, foolproof, not optimistic but will really do it in all weather conditions range, OR there to be reliable, available charge points at intervals halfway, and the Thruway rest stops are so torn up that there are many points at which there's nowhere to get gasoline, let alone an electric charge. And all the articles I read were about the etiquette of waiting in line for a charge-- oh my god. if I were a different person this would be fine, i would make it work, but I am not that person, I cannot cope with that kind of uncertainty, I would forget to plug it in or something, with my luck there'd only be one charge point on the whole westbound I90 and there'd be some jackass charging a dead truck on it for two hours-- I can't do it yet. Dude's next car can be electric. But mine can't be, not yet.
I might get a hybrid, even though they are an expensive, inefficient half-measure.
I have the incalculable privilege that I can get by without a car nearly indefinitely. It's complicated and difficult, but I can borrow cars each end, and thank God, the Amtrak runs, and I'm on it now. It's pricey but not that much more than the cost of gas, and it's pretty direct and I have friends at each end who'll pick me up, even though there's no public transit to speak of either place. So I can wait for the check to come from the insurance company, and I can use it for a downpayment on something, and if what I want isn't available I can order it and wait. I'm much more fortunate than most.
I'm just bummed, so please, send me the worst / best / most hilarious bumper stickers you can find.
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An ask game for writers to procrastinate working on your WIP(s)
Thank you for the tags @artsyunderstudy @iamamythologicalcreature @aristocratic-otter @shrekgogurt @wellbelesbian @theearlgreymage and @ic3-que3n
I am definitely procrastinating on both my WIPs at the moment. Trails is back in limbo, and ASR has taken up permanent residence there recently, and I desperately want to get back to both of them. Here's hoping this will kick start something in my brain! I do love a good Q&A, so let's dive in!
1. 🦈 Tell us the name of your/one of your WIP(s):
I have two WIPs I am actively writing, and one I haven't started on yet, but desperately want to. The Trails We Blaze was my Carry On Through the Ages 2023 fic, and is a The Road to El Dorado!au. Then there's my original novel, A Survivor's Revenge, which I've been writing for far too long and it definitely needs to be published soon!
2. 🍄 Describe your WIP/one of your WIP(s) in the format of "___ + ___ = ___"
Ok, this is much harder than I thought it would be, there's so many elements to each of these WIPs, so bare with me.
Trails: con men in 1920s London find map to Atlantis + WW1 trauma + gang warfare + repressed romantic feelings = friends to lovers action, adventure, and chaos across western Europe that's probably been too intensely researched for the sake of historical accuracy
(Side note: this isn't how I thought I'd use my degrees in history and archaeology, but here we are!)
A Survivor's Revenge: marvel cinematic universe + James Bond = ASR
or - what would happen if Bucky wasn't brainwashed by Hydra and sought revenge on the scientists who experimented on him, was a 14 year old school girl instead of a grown man, and had elemental powers + MI6 super spies and the general aesthetic of a Bond movie = a stab first/ask questions later FMC willing to do whatever it takes to keep her loved ones safe (and I do mean whatever it takes - Lauren hasn't baulked at anything I've thrown at her yet).
3. 🌍 What tags or warnings will one of your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it.
ASR will definitely need some trigger warnings for violence (if only because of Lauren's penchant for it), and if it were being posted to AO3 the series as a whole would probably require a 'main character death' warning. This is your formal warning, no one is safe in my writing.
Trails is rated M, so there's not going to be anything too graphic or explicit, but it does have a PTSD tag, as the fic tackles both Baz and Simon's trauma from living through the First World War, and specifically Baz's claustrophobia. So I would probably warn about the panic attacks and discussion of how Baz became claustrophobic.
4. 🧭 An alternative title to one of your WIP(s)?
Neither of these had alternative titles other than my save names (Spy Novel and SnowBaz fanfic) before I decided on anything. I'm useless at coming up with titles, and I can't really claim full credit for either. A friend from uni came up with A Survivor's Revenge, which is really fitting, as revenge is a major theme in the book. And The Trails We Blaze is a reference to one of the songs from the movie The Road to El Dorado, and was Ashton's suggestion when we were bouncing ideas back and forth last year.
5. ⚠️ Which WIP you're most likely to finish or update next?
Trails will definitely be finished before ASR, purely because ASR is going to be published as a proper book, and I don't have the cash to do this independently, or the publishing deal to do it traditionally. So I know this will take time. But I am currently working on the next chapter of Trails, so hopefully it won't be too long before I can post it.
6. 💾 What is your document of your WIP/a WIP called? (not the stories actual title but what you've saved it as)
I have so many variations of both WIPs it's ridiculous. I swear there's been 100+ iterations of ASR over the years, all with variations on either A Survivor's Revenge/ASR or Spy Novel as their title.
With Trails I have my base document, which is where the rough first draft happens, in Scrivener: the trails we blaze - draft copy. And then I also have my final document in pages, where I fix the formatting ahead of exporting to AO3 (because AO3 hates it when I do it straight from scrivener and gets rid of all my italics!): the trails we blaze upload copy.
7. 🖍 Post any sentence(s) from your WIP.
This is probably one of my favourite exchanges in the first ASR book.
“Just like old times,” Lauren said. “Tell me, did you consciously decide to make my PTSD worse by assigning him to me, or was that a happy accident?”
“What’s the diagnosis?” Vanessa asked, ignoring Lauren.
“Fractured ribs, minor internal abdominal bleeding, concussion, and three broken fingers. She needs to rest for at least a week,” Todd said.
“She has a name,” Lauren muttered.
“The internal bleeding is minor for the moment, but won’t be if she doesn’t rest.”
“Who’s ‘she’ in this, the cat’s mother? I am here, you know.”
“Yes, and whilst I would love to trade witticisms with you, I do actually have a job to do. Part of which involves divulging a diagnosis, and pardon me if I feel certain people in this room are going to be more receptive and actually take my advice when I give it.”
Lauren glanced at Vanessa. “Is he always like this?”
“Just with patients. And most of the people who work here.”
“So, everyone?”
Vanessa thought for a moment, then bobbed her head from side to side in a movement that said Pretty much, yeah.
“If we’re quite done discussing my conduct, I do actually have other patients who need my attention.”
“Poor sods.”
“Yes, of course,” Vanessa said, ignoring Lauren’s comments. “Have you got a treatment plan sorted?”
“I’m nothing if not professional.”
“Did someone switch the definition of ‘sarcastic asshat’ and ‘professional’ in the dictionary when I wasn’t looking?” Todd twisted ever so slightly away from Lauren, instead focusing entirely on Vanessa.
8. ♻️ A scrapped idea for your current WIP.
Initially in ASR Lauren was framed for the murder of a student, alongside releasing the main villain from prison (not a spoiler, it's literally in my synopsis, no worries there!), and afterward she was forced to go on the run. Essentially, it made the heads of MI6 and Lauren's best friends into her enemies for a few chapters of my drafts a couple of years back. I loved this idea, and genuinely want to implement something along these lines again, because it was an interesting position to put the characters in, but I also really love where the plot is taking them currently, so we'll see if it truly ends up remaining scrapped or not.
9. 🤔 What's a story you'd love to write but haven't even started yet?
Another original novel, this time firmly rooted in science fiction (no superhero/light fantasy elements here), where time travel is possible, but the super anxious MC refuses to use his powers to travel back in time because of the side effects of said power. Gay romance, anxiety, angst, all the good stuff!
10. 🤡 How many WIPs are you actively working on?
I'm not too active on either of my WIPs at the moment. Work's been crazy lately, and I flip between feeling super burnt out creatively and being too tired to do much. But Trails and ASR continue to be my most active WIPs.
11. 🛠 Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?
In Trails I've hit an intimate scene, and my little ace brain doesn't know how to approach it! Plus, I don't know how far I can stretch the M rating before we enter E territory.
12. ❤️ Not a question, just a second Kudos to send.
All of the kudos to everyone! I wish there was a way to leave it more than once, because seriously, the CO fandom is so unbelievably talented, my God!!
Tagging (sorry if you’ve already done this):
@blackberrysummerblog
@orange-peony
@you-remind-me-of-the-babe
@palimpsessed
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Are you sure we didn't go too big?
We?
I mean "I"
That's right. Who's decision was it to let me pick?
My decision
That's right, you loved the thought of me being unable to turn away from you, out of mind with lust, didn't you?
Yes
And whose idea was it first, to have the augmentation? Mine or yours?
Mine.
And why did you want to do that?
I'd always been interested, but my boobs started to sag after the baby, and then I wanted to do something about it. And I suggested the idea to you. So much changed after the baby...
That's right, but the hypnosis worked for you, the depression passed, didn't it?
Yes
Anyway, so you suggested the boob job first, you wanted this, and you wanted me to pick, so what's the problem?
I'm not sure I wanted this big, they're so heavy...
But now you have an excuse to keep fit, you were never diligent about that before, now you have to keep fit to keep your back strong. So it's good they're heavy, right?
I guess so. But they get in the way...
You love that. You've told me before how hot it can make you feel.
Yeah, but I say that when I'm horny or when I see you notice how big they are. When I'm not horny it can be annoying
Well, it's good that your breasts can make you horny isn't it, so you can enjoy them getting in the way. And remember how your sex drive went away when you were sad after the baby. Isn't it good that it's back, and that you have an extra thing to feel hot about.
It is good that my sex drive is back, but....
And I know you love it when I play with them, I know it must feel great for you, right?
It feels so good
Like now?
Mmmmmm, yeeeaaahhh, mmm
OK, now take that top off, because what I've noticed is how your eyes roll back in your head when I slap them, see?
Nnnnggggggg, oooohhhhh
And I know you love how I describe how fake they are. See how they don't even move like real breasts?
Unnnhhhhh
Like big heavy lumps, the shape of the implant distorting, but still there, real breasts would flow like the sea, but look at these "things" bouncing off each other.
Hnnngg
It gets you so wet to hear me describe you like an object, doesn't it
oh god, yes, but wait, uhhh, please?
Yes?
I, uh, I it always goes like this, recently anyway, I get up the courage to talk to you about something and you make me horny and I can't think and then you just decide, I never win anymore, I dunno, since the hypnosis ...
Hold that thought. *clicks fingers*. Ok good. You know how much worse things were during your depression. The hypnosis cured it. Things are different now, but they're better. I'll reinforce that chain of thought for you later, but for now, you were complaining about your big sexy boobs. Wake.
... um? ....
Go on?
Uhhh. Um, I was talking about my big *squeezing* sexy boobs? uhhh, yeah
Complaining, you were complaining about them
Yeah, uh my friends, my sisters, some of them are surprised with how big I went, shocked even. Diane and Bobby want to host a barbecue pool party next month. Diane made me promise I wouldn't wear a bikini. A one piece, high collar at most, she said
Really?
She, uh, she didn't say it, but I think she thinks they're obscene, and her boys, well they're teenagers now...
She thinks *you're* obscene? Your friend does?
Well, not me, my breasts.
Can you go to the party without these *slap* melons?
No
Some friend.
But, everyone was shocked. You told me to lie and tell everyone I was going for a "small D", and then afterwards tell them I got up the courage to ask for what I really wanted at the last minute.
But you know how hot I found that, you did that for me, remember. Are you regretting it?
No, um no, I'm glad. I remember, the month after I healed, we visited everyone, how, much you loved how shocked everyone was, and, yeah it is hot, they never imagined I would do that. I loved it too.
So what's the problem? Why are we talking about this? Do you love your breasts or not?
This isn't going the way I hoped. There's other stuff too?
I'm listening
People just stare all the time, strangers, I, sometimes it is annoying.
Sometimes? Remember before the surgery when we spent the week away, and you wore the inserts the whole time?
Yes
You loved how everyone stared.
Yes, but that was a holiday, holidays feel easier, always. Its a different mood to real life. And you were always there, and seeing you be proud, showing me off, you're not always there.
And remember last week in Ikea?
Yes
You specifically said to me was how much you loved "being the yummy mummy with the loud heels and the huge rack"
I know, I did, I do.
And remember what I said to you?
You said everyone who wants to look at my tits knows where to find me, they just need to follow the sound of my heels
And then?
And we were in a little mock kitchen and you put your hand down my jeans and fingered me and showed me how wet your finger was *giggles, squeezing boobs*
You love your huge tits
Yeah, I do, but it's still sometimes annoying, when you're not there. People aren't listening to me, or are being too nice...
You've been hot all your life, you're used to people being too nice
Yes, but now, with big boobs they're even nicer. I used to have an idea which people were genuine and which were just being nice because I was hot, but now it is impossible to tell, even people who act uninterested, I'm thinking are they over compensating because of my huge boobs?.
Ok, you're right, before some people were only being nice because of your looks and now even more will be nice because of your looks and boobs. But this is good too
How?
Before, there were times when you could believe one particular person was being sincere. But there was always a chance you would be wrong and trust someone you shouldn't. Now that everyone is being even nicer it is harder for you to distinguish fact from fiction, and you know this, and this means you won't make the mistake to trust someone who you shouldn't
That means I should always assume everyone is treating me different because of my boobs? Is that good?
It means you won't be hurt. *kneading boobs again*. Even when people are disinterested, you should always assume they are over compensating for the effect of your boobs. I'll work on that idea later
What do you mean "work on it later?"
Hold that thought *clicks fingers* You're complaining about your boobs, worried about people being too nice. But you feel like you've lost the argument. None of your points felt as substantive outside your head as inside. You feel so stupid. My arguments always seem so strong and obvious and logical. And now you worry that you are annoying me or boring me. If there is any different argument you haven't said yet, try now so you don't have to start this conversation again later, but you definitely would love to mollify any annoyance I have by getting me to squeeze your boobs again. Wake
I dunno, sometimes they're too much, people are so weird, not trusting anyone, I dunno. I ... it's fine, I, uh, I just needed to vent, I do love them so much, I'm glad you got them. I, one thing, I worry about the effect it might have on our son. Or if we have a daughter. Like, if they're Mom has these enormous fake breasts, and is nearly always showing off cleavage... is that a problem? Am I hurting them?
That's a stupid thing to say
Wha , stupid, I...what, why would you....??
Listen to me
...
Do you want your children to have a mother who hides who they are, who tries to be a person they are not, who lives a life oppressing herself? Who lives by other peoples standards and not her own? Is that the kind of influence you want to be to them?
No, but, I ... I didn't used to be like this though, things have changed
But you've already told me several times you love it, were you lying?
No! I mean, I ... I'm sorry baby, I'm just feeling funny. I do love everything. I don't want to be a bad influence to our son, you'll see. And you're right. Thank you for explaining it to me, I feel better now.
Cheered up?
Yeah *brave smile*
*big squeeze* You like them huge don't you?
Uhhh, *giggle* yap.
You love being huge for me
*under her breath* I looooooove it
And you know how much I love it that people we don't know who live around here, they all recognise you as the mom with the huge fakes. You make me very happy.
yayyyyyyy!
Ok, here, take care of this
Mmmm, I love how hard you are!
*said between squeezing and sucking and biting her tits* You do that to me, your tits do that to me. It's your fault.
I love that I do that to you! Making you so hard so often makes me feel so good!
I know it does, and it makes me happy that you find meaning being my slut
*giggling* yeah, I'm a slut for you. Just tell me what I need to do for you, to be exactly what you need, to make me feel this good, I'll do it
Ha! You'd change for me again, wouldn't you slut?
Uh, wait...
Shhh, lay back so I can absolutely annihilate you
~~~ LATER ~~~
Um, earlier in bed, I, uh, when I said I would change, I meant like, hair or clothes or something, but I don't know if you meant that though
Hold that thought *clicks fingers* You want to ask about what I said about changing, but you already tried to ask me one thing today, and it didn't go well, all your arguments went nowhere. You feel so stupid and weak, better not say anything and feel stupid and weak again. Ask me about your friend Diane. Wake.
Um, uh. Where? Oh, so Diane, um I wanted to talk about her, sometimes I'm so stupid, what did I want to say?
Was it about the barbecue, the bikini.
I don't know. Maybe?
Listen, if she is your friend, she should accept you how you are. If she doesn't want to invite your tits to the party, then she doesn't want to invite you. Talk to her about it. If she can't see reason here, you should think hard about your friendship with her.
But I've known her since middle school!
And I expect she will see sense, but sometimes people change, and if she is no longer someone who supports their friends, I'm not saying ditch her immediately, but you do need to examine your friendship with her. You survived post-natal depression, we, as a family, survived it. You don't need toxic, controlling people in your life, telling you what to do. Do you?
I guess not
And you can always talk to me, you know that, right?
Yes, I know
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Victober Wrap-Up
The Romance of a Shop by Amy Levy: I read this one on October 1st. Very easy, very fun, if very underwritten, read about four sisters who open a photography shop. Gives a fascinating perspective on a different side of Victorian daily life.
The Europeans by Henry James: I forgot this one almost immediately after reading it, but I did enjoy it. The best way I can describe what I like about Henry James is that he writes like a woman. There's a concern for the inner lives of characters and the little moments of daily life that you usually don't see from male authors, and it works really well for the types of stories he tells.
Miss Meredith by Amy Levy: Short novella about a young woman who takes a job as a governess in Italy, and who gets a much nicer romance out of it than most of those types of characters. It's nothing ground-breaking, but it's fun to see her perspective on the setting, and the romance reminded me so much of some scenes from an old, beloved, abandoned WIP that I couldn't help liking it more than it probably deserved.
The Law and the Lady by Wilkie Collins: I loved the heroine of this book. I was so invested in her story. She was going to solve the mystery of her husband's past, no matter who stood in her way. Her (hilariously) pathetic wet napkin of a husband doesn't deserve her, but he needs her, and she loves him a lot, so I can root for them. It's astounding to me that a Victorian man can write such good female characters. They get to be people--strong-willed, intelligent, flawed, the center of their own stories rather than just a prop in someone else's. My love for Valeria papered over a lot of other flaws in this story (some not-great use of disabled characters, for one), and I'm seriously considering picking up another of his books next month. (They have perfect November vibes).
The Leavenworth Case by Anna Katharine Green: Not technically Victorian (it's American), but still the right time period. Apparently, this is where a lot of the detective genre started. I love the detective--he's got a quirk of not making eye contact with people, and I love that he's explicitly so working-class than he can't pass himself off as a gentleman for investigating this high-society crime--but I don't care about any of the characters, and the writing's not great. (Though it's kind of hilarious how often the narrator gets information because people come up to him and go, "You're a lawyer, right? Let me ask for advice about an intricate situation that just happens to tie into the case you're investigating.") I'm about 2/3 done with the audiobook, but it's going to be a bit of a slog to finish.
A Child's Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson: I'd probably find this a bit too cutesy most of the time, but I read this on a Sunday when I was feeling under-the-weather, and it was exactly what I needed. Very sweet, easy read.
Wuthering Heights by Emile Brontë: I made it a chapter and a half. It's a Hard No.
Diary of a Nobody by George and Weedon Grossmith: I heard it was short and funny, so I tried a couple of pages. Maybe there's a cultural divide, but I just wasn't feeling it.
The Odd Women by George Gissing: I tried a couple of chapter of the audiobook, because a story about women working as typists in late-Victorian England sounds right up my alley. I'm only two chapters in, but I'm debating whether to go further, because he already writes about women like a man--way too detailed descriptions of their physical appearance that suggest they're already decrepit in their early 30s, a suggestion that "we leave it to the men to decide if she'd be attractive"--and that doesn't bode well for a book with a female cast. It is just about to introduce the "progressive" woman who's about to drag the main characters into this newfangled job, so maybe it'd get better, but I'm not sure I'm invested enough to try.
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i want to write a fic but i never have before do you have tips for starting?
I think what's most important is to decide some basics, first:
What do you want this story to be about?
How long will this story be (oneshot, mini-series, multi-chapter, etc.)?
If you're writing about relationships, how do you envision the relationship(s) evolving over the course of the fic?
If applicable: what kinds of tropes do you want to include? (Note: you do not have to get to them right away, nor do you need to base your fic around them entirely).
What characters will be in your story, and what's the purpose each character has?
Do you want to remain faithful to existing characterizations, expand onto them, or deviate? If you're deviating, what's important for your readers to know about them, and how are you going to communicate those differences in your story?
How would your story roughly fit into this (doesn't have to fit neatly, but sometimes this might help you visualize the structure):
If your story will be written from multiple POVs - what are the defining traits of each character's POV? How do they generally reflect on their environments, feelings, and situations? What are the strengths and limitations to their perspectives? When do their feelings cloud their judgement?
Speaking of the environment - how would it impact the course of the story, or the way characters navigate their problems or situations? How does the environment make them feel in general?
How do you want your readers to feel as they read your story? What do you want them to take away? Keep that mind and let that be the basis of how you build your scenes.
As for the actual writing itself, I've talked a bit more about it in some other asks:
My personal tips on writing longer stories
My writing process (and what I'd suggest to be better approaches, lmao)
Can't find another ask I did about writing that addressed this atm, but I'd otherwise also say:
Don't tell a reader how a character feels. Show them by describing the sensations instead. ("He felt nervous" --> "His heart leapt to his throat as his chest began to beat wildly. His legs were suddenly feeling wobbly...")
But most importantly...
Have fun and be proud of your creativity and hard work. :)
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Random stuff again...
Quite interesting how different Yuuri is described in English (limited edition booklet) and in Japanese (first Blu-ray/DVD booklet, translation mine)... I was expecting to find the same text, but:
Eng Yuuri Katsuki
"A skater with a sensitive glass heart who has a love for katsudon - pork cutlet bowls - which are not ideal for a skater's figure at 900000 calories!
Yuri is Japan's top skater who is highly trained with a unique skating rhythm and impressive step routines. Anxious and self-conscious, his biggest struggle is overcoming the pressure he puts on himself to perform well - which leads him to lose in one of the most important games, the Grand Prix Final. After graduating from school in Detroit, where he also trained, he returns home to Hasetsu-Cho, Kyushu after five years. Still recovering from his huge loss, Yuri decides to put everything into one final season. But he'll find it be more of a challenge that expected!"
Jp Yuuri Katsuki
His dearest wish came true when he qualified to compete in the Grand Prix Final, but he finished in the last place. A 23-years-old, who after the GFP, ended the season without being able to show his real strength at Nationals. He is called the "Heart of Glass" and even though he doesn't have a high success rate at landing quadruple jumps, he is well-known for his unique sense of rhythm he uses in his step sequences. He was even rumored to be retiring soon, but with Victor Nikiforov as his new coach, he aims to win at the Grand Prix Final in his last season.
His true self is a surprisingly competitive virile son of Kyushu. His problem is that he can't believe in himself, but because he practiced really hard to make up for it, he got the title of "Japan's Ace". He puts on weight easily, so he made the decision to only eat his favorite dish, katsudon (900kcal), after he wins in a competition. His history of romantic love experiences is completely secret.
[Notes:
Virile son of Kyushu (九州男児, Kyushu danji) - men from Kyushu are often described as single-minded, strong-willed and daring, but also quick-tempered, difficult to understand, egocentric and there's also that thing we see in the show with Yuuri and Mari... e.g. there's that scene when she asks Yuuri to help her clean the room for Yurio and Yuuri just ignores that and goes out to skate instead of helping her... There is also like 0 suggestions he ever helps at the onsen (well, his mum did ask him to shovel the snow after he sleeps late, but he probably didn't even do that in the end, because Victor...). Something like that is also a part of 九州男児 image... men being very spoiled, in a sense, used to having things done for them. In extreme cases, men just won't ever enter the kitchen, and expect women to always go one step behind, but of course, at present this isn't common.
That part about Yuuri's love history (恋愛経験は完全非公開) being completely secret is also interesting... It's one of the biggest sources of "...???" in Jp fandom hehe ✨✨ (Yuuuuuri, what have you been doing...?)
Of course, the reason why they didn't just translate the original text was probably just to make the character appear more interesting to somebody who would read that text in English, that's how adaptation works. Still, I find it interesting that they decided to omit some things, so I thought I'd share! 🌺]
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I watched my first horror movie tonight since i was a teenager in the 90's. Back then i mostly giggled through Scream and I Know What You Did Last Summer with friends. Then life happened and i sort-of stopped watching things in general. Anyway, I'm now finding myself on months of bedrest and am watching things to pass the time and decided I'd watch a movie tonight and picked horror just to see if i even like horror. I caught The Pope's Exorcist and actually really enjoyed it, which is delightful! It kept me on the edge of my seat and in suspense and i know my heart was racing at times. So I figure enjoying that one gives me a starting point in the genre, and i was wondering if you might be able to suggest others based off my liking that one? I picked it based off rotton tomato critic and audience ratings. Not because i care heavily about such things, but it made it a logical place to start of what's new. I'm not catholic so i don't care about religion based horror but I'm not opposed to it. I don't like jumpscares. Learned that from Sixth Sense and 12 years on tumblr. Oh! I've also recently seen Renfield, though none of the dracula movies that follow the books. I don't really count Renfield as horror in this regard because it's comedy horror and more funny than scary. Kind of like how i found 90's horror. Though that might have been just as much me being a punk ass kid trying to look brave with my friends. Who knows. It was a long time ago. Anyway, do you have any suggestions? Old or new doesn't matter. I'm bored and mostly stuck in bed. Thank you for your time!
I haven't seen The Pope's Exorcist so I had to search it up - exorcism movies don't do a lot for me, but The Taking of Deborah Logan and Daniel Isn't Real are perennial recommendations which I think would sync up with possession movies. Deborah Logan is kind of divisive with how it treats Alzheimer's and dementia - for me it resonated with my experiences and felt like a sensitive exploration of the topic for horror, but it can also reas the opposite way.
Hellbender and The Deeper You Dig are some fantastic work by a team of independent filmmakers who are also a family. They all act and direct and write together in upstate New York and have astonishing talent. A magnificent illustration of why seeking work by independent artists is such a good idea.
I just watched Ghost Crew, a weird little low budget Scottish movie that I won't say too much about except that it starts out as slightly cringe-comedy faux documentary and grows into a lot more. Zombie For Sale is an adorable Korean romantic comedy zombie movie I had a fun time watching. The Dark (2018) also very intriguing movie, basically victims of abuse getting revenge but one of them is a revenant.
Jamie Marks Is Dead is a queer ghost story that made me cry, everyone should watch it. Also in the sweet romantic category is Attachement, a Jewish and queer horror. It's written and directed by a Jewish person and to my experience felt very true to life. My personal reading of it was a kind of metaphor about how Judaism can be carried forward in different ways everywhere from generational to academically to people who convert. It's another one that I think could be read different, but the positive reading works better for me.
A Wounded Fawn is just bonkers surreal, I can't describe it exactly but it's about a serial killer who gets in deep with some very hallucinatory shit. Related, but Vicious Fun is exactly what it says on the tin. Very fun silly stuff. He's Watching is imho one of the most terrifying found footage movies ever. All found footage movies use a lot of pretty common and consistent tricks of limited light and limited perspective, but He's Watching fucks with the sense of reality by constantly obfuscating who or what is recording, where the line between real and film is blurred.
Babysitter Wanted is also a fun twist on the satanic panic trope. Also similar in that vein, Anything For Jackson is pretty neat. And while I'm thinking about Shudder, The Mortuary Collection is pure spooky fun, a delightful anthology movie with Clancy Brown getting to chew up some scenery. Also for the movie that has everything, Saloum. It's a kind of revenge crossed with magic crossed with evil spirits centered around a bad ass team of mercenaries for hire.
Also check out my horror movie tag.
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