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silkythewriter · 1 year

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“i love you you may as well take my heart it's already full of you!”pt.1

Summary: they were obsessed In absolute love with you, every step,every breath, every inch of skin on your body, they were absolutely memorized by you, you were the most beautiful person they’ve ever laid eyes on. Soon They’ll show you how much they worship love you

Small warning: Yandere’s, toxic relationships, gore, stalking, ect

Small note:I’ve been feeling creatively drained a bit so I’m working on a self project before moving on and working on requests! :>. I hope y’all don’t mind!

Fandom:Any and all

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They watched silently from afar as they watched your skin lightly glow under the sun, god you were perfect you were an Angel compared to them they didn’t even deserve to be so close to you right now, but they couldn’t help themselves they just had to. They sighed contently as they watched you and your elegance, perfection was the only way they could describe you but at last all good things must come to an end as your friend walked up and started talking to you. Their hands balled into a fist and their eyes furrowed as a frown formed on their face “damnit” they muttered to themselves as your friend blocked their view of you, they would have killed them right there and then but they knew better then to do that after all they wouldn’t want pigs blood on a precious thing like you. Just imagining it made them gag in disgust, they quietly shook off the reaction before backing up into the covers of the shadows and quietly walking over to a new better view. They smiled softly as they heard you giggle, even if they hated that they weren’t the one making you giggle still, they would take what they could at this desperate time they’ve been in, all they wanted was you in their arms and only In their arms the urge to run up to you and tackle you to the ground and never let you go was hard to contain but still they had to mange until their plan came into motion. Just a few more day and they finally might have a chance to be near you and breath your all so lovely scent and to hear that voice they love all so too much.

“Well I’ll be heading off now!” You said to your friend as you gave them a small wave before stepping back and walking off “Bye Y/n!!” They said as they waved behind you, you smiled as you waved back and turned your head to where you were walking to. “I should probably Oder food today.. its way to late to cook now..” you sighed running your fingers through your hair as you thought about the day you had. All day the feeling of eyes watching you was apparent.. yet you could never figure out why.. that uneasy feeling in your stomach didn’t help either it’s like your gut was telling you to run but you didn’t…god you were going to regret that one day when you look back on this moment

A hand found its way to your shoulder as a small tap was made, you jumped slightly from the sudden touch, your skin was covered with goosebumps as a pit formed in your stomach and a ball of saliva formed in your throat which you swallowed nervously as you turned around “hey there! Didn’t mean to scare ya” they chuckled as their eyes scanned over your body “oh no! That’s quite alright, uhm do I know you?” You asked as you tilted your head to the side in confusion, god you were just sickeningly adorable I mean who couldn’t love a face like yours?? “No, you don’t but hopefully you will soon!” They answered happily.. almost to happily something was definitely odd about their character but you quickly shook off the feeling as not to be rude. “Oh?” You said questioningly as you continued walking and watched them quickly walk next to you “I’ve seen you around often!, we live in the same apartment building” they said with a small smile “oh! I’m so sorry.. i must have not noticed you around, it’s been busy these past months” you chuckled nervously as you looked off to the side not sure of what else to say. “That’s alright, I’ve just thought if I see you so often why not get to know you” they said shrugging their shoulders “understandable I guess…” you whispered under your breathe “hm?” They said looking towards you “ah!, nothing, nothing, just talking to myself” you said as you desperately tried thinking of a way to get out of this interaction

You knew it was stupid but the pit in your stomach only grew every second they were around you, you honestly didn’t know why but the uncomfortableness was almost unbearable at this point. Your eyes widen at an idea as a soft smile spread across your face “hey look it was nice talking to you but I gotta go get groceries, thank you so much for the talk though!” You said, if going to the near by dirty grocery store meant getting them off your back you’ll gladly go, fuck take out you’ll just buy a heat up dinner. “Oh well I guess I’m in luck I was heading there too!” They chirped as they smiled to you “oh…. Okay then” you said giving a small fake smile. The feeling of unease just grew and grew the more you walked as your mouth formed a line and your body tensed, maybe you were just being paranoid! Yea..yea! That can explain everything, I mean after all those horror movies you watched yesterday probably had something to do with it

“So what do you do for a living!” They asked eyeing you, they already knew, they already knew everything about you actually but having a chance to talk to you was to hard to give up. “Oh I’m a I/J” you smiled as you kept eyeing the store that you were nearing, maybe you could just sneak off while they weren’t watching and just blend into the crowd of people. “Really? How nice” they said getting even closer to you then needed, you didn’t even notice due to being lost in thought about the plan you’ve created. Finally after an awkward silence you guys stopped at the entrance of the bustling small building, many locals went here even spite of how dirty and old it was, it looked as if it was about to collapse in on itself in any minute hell it still had the old rusty sign from when it was first opened “you first” they said as they walked up and opened the door for you “thank you” you said almost above a whisper

Their un dying smile just grew more, oh this day is gonna be so fun….

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nocturnest · 1 month

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Omg I’m so glad you love Jonathan Crane too😭🙇‍♀️ I’m at home sick and I keep thinking about how if Jonathan was just minding his business, walking home when he sees this guy bothering a girl, like the guy is her ex and she’s telling him to leave her alone but he has hold of her wrist and won’t let go, and Jonathan just casually walks up, says a very Jonathan-like snarky (with a threatening undertone) and the guy is not the least bit threatened (not realizing who this man is) until Jonathan sprays his fear gas on him🫣 and Y/n just nervously squeals out, “Uh-I-uh thank you! What… What did you do to him??” And he just winks at her and starts to walk away🫣

@kpopgirlbtssvt I had a blast writing this - thank you for the wonderfully creative request! Feel free to send as many as you'd like for Jonathan - I LOVE HIM! Please enjoy!

Saving You

Jonathan Crane strolled through the streets of Gotham after a typical, mundane, and absolutely ordinary day of work at Arkham Asylum. His mind was on his patients, yes, but more importantly on the typical musings regarding the intricacies of fear and potential applications of his newest fear toxin. Lost in his thoughts, Jonathan nearly missed the commotion ahead.

There you were, accosted by a rugged man whose grip on you is far too tight and clearly not desired. You back into a wall in disgust, and, while you tried to maintain calm, a sense of fear trickled through your façade.

It was just your luck. Your mother had warned you about the dangers of living in a city like Gotham. Speaking of luck, how gracious it was for fate to bestow upon you the unwanted presence of your ex in the darkness of the streets on such a night.

Now, if Jonathan weren't so concerned for someone as pretty as you to be handled in such a way, he would take pleasure, and pride even, in being able to make you feel so afraid. But not like this. No, this wouldn't do one bit.

Jonathan was many things - some may even call him an evil man, but he was raised knowing how to properly treat a woman and this was not it.

The ogre of a man with his hands on you growls, "Just listen to me, you stupid bitch. I just want to talk."

"It seems like you want to do much more than talk," you retort, grimacing as you feel his breath on your face.

Jonathan couldn't stand idly by, not when a scene like this unfolded before him. The primal instinct to protect you stirred within him, mingling with the ever-present curiosity about human reactions to fear. He approached with measured steps, his presence unnoticed until he stood between you and your aggressor.

Your ex's attention shifted to Jonathan, his demeanor morphing from aggression to mockery.

"Back off, buddy," he sneered, tightening his grip on your wrist. "This ain't none of your business."

Jonathan offered a thin-lipped smile, his voice smooth but with an underlying edge. "On the contrary, buddy," he replied, his gaze cold as he assessed the situation. "It seems I've stumbled upon quite the predicament."

Jonathan's eyes met yours inquisitively. You mouth a please back at him. Your ex is too riled up to notice the exchange.

The man scoffed, dismissing Jonathan's words with a wave of his hand, "What's a measly twig like you going to do, huh? Get lost!"

What your ex failed to notice was the canister Jonathan held in his hand at the ready, its contents unknown to you.

And so, before you knew it, this stranger of a man sprayed your horrid ex with some kind of chemical. Recognition dawned in your ex's eyes, too late to escape the impending terror.

You reeled back against the wall and crumbled to the ground as your ex's screams made their way into your ears. A small part of you thought he probably deserved it.

Your ex made his departure, seemingly off his fucking rocker, his screams echoing in the distance far off down the street. You closed your eyes with anticipation, breathing deep breaths and doing what you could to calm yourself.

Jonathan knelt down in front of you, pale yet beautiful eyes glittering under the streetlights, "Are you alright, my dear?"

Your eyes fluttered open and you gazed back at him thankfully in response, "Um - yeah. Thank you, I suppose. W-What exactly did you do to him?"

Jonathan's expression softened, a hint of amusement playing on his lips as he met your gaze.

"Merely a temporary remedy to his insolence," he responded cryptically, his tone laced with a subtle edge. "Consider it a gift from a concerned observer."

You nodded, still trying to process the whirlwind of emotions coursing through you. This beautiful stranger had saved you, and you hardly knew him.

"Well, I appreciate your... concern," you managed to say, offering him a weak smile.

Jonathan rose to his feet gracefully, his demeanor once again composed and enigmatic. "Think nothing of it," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of mystery. "But do be cautious in the future. Gotham can be a treacherous place, especially for those as... captivating as yourself."

With that, Jonathan nodded curtly and began to walk away, his silhouette fading into the shadows of the night. You watched him go, a mixture of gratitude and curiosity swirling within you.

As you picked yourself up from the ground, you couldn't help but wonder about the stranger who came to your rescue. Who was he, really? And what secrets lay hidden behind those piercing eyes? Part of you was ready to ask him for his name or for his comforting presence as you walked home.

But for now, you pushed those thoughts aside, grateful for the unexpected intervention that spared you from further harm. And as you continued on your way home, you couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps, just perhaps, Gotham's shadows held more than just darkness—they held the promise of enigmatic saviors with entrancing blue eyes.

@kiss-me-cill-me Thought you might enjoy reading this!

#jonathan crane #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane x you #jonathan crane imagine #jonathan crane fanfic #batman begins #the dark knight #dark knight #nolanverser #christopher nolan #cillian murphy

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kallietell · 5 months

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A Thanksgiving Challenge

Another Flash Fiction:) After absolutely butchering the first thanksgiving dinner she ever hosted, Francine is on a mission to make sure next year's meal is the best her family has ever had. Practice makes perfect…right?

“And this is the ham?” Aunt Abigail asked with trepidation, poking the suspicious looking mystery meat with a serving fork. “No,” says Francine, voice quavering. “It’s the turkey.” Everyone’s eyes at the table widened, and there was a silence.

“Why…” started her mother cautiously in a tone better suited for a hostage negotiator looking to keep a bank robber calm. “Why is it pink?”

Francine burst into tears and sprang up, her chair clattering backwards loudly as she ran towards the bathroom with her face in her hands. It was her first thanksgiving ever, her first time hosting her whole family, and the entire spread was inedible. Her house was perfectly decorated, she had alcohol and games, but she’d massively underestimated how hard it would be to prepare the traditional exorbitant spread.

It’s just cooking, she thought. How hard could it be? Little did she know that the preparation of a turkey alone is a multi step process, a process that apparently cannot be started the day you plan to cook the bird. Wednesday night at 7pm she was staring down a counter full of unmade sides and a turkey that was frozen solid, so she knew it was time to get creative. She combined several recipes, she cooked dishes at a higher heat for a shorter amount of time, she added extra sugar to everything to make it taste good, and yes, maybe one or two things had burned. Maybe three. Four if you count the rolls. Without a moment to spare, she’d set the table with the questionable dishes, attempting to turn them and finesse the dinner's presentation to put its best face forward. She’d hardly been able to take the looks from her family as they filed into the dining room, the disgust and concern not easily (or willingly) concealed. She’d held it together through her grandmother's family prayer, but as soon as the moment came to dig in and no one moved a muscle, a flood of tears welled precariously behind her eyes.

“Franny,” called her mother's voice, knocking lightly on the locked door as Francine cried. Her hands were balled into fist and pressed into her eyes as she sat on the lid of the closed toilet in the dark. “Franny, really love, it’s ok! Everything is great Franny, I tried the mashed potatoes and they're super great!”

“I didn’t make any mashed potatoes!” Francine wailed, dissolving into further hysterics.

“Francine…” her mother pleaded helplessly, pressing her palm flat against the door as if her daughter could feel the comfort from her touch. “Francine sweetie, it’s ok. You’re good at so many things. And the house looks beautiful. And you’ve been doing so much at work. Really, it was too much to expect you to cook it all yourself.”

“But you cook it all yourself,” Francine sniffled accusingly, finally opening the door to reveal snot stained sleeves and a tear stained face. “Oh Franny,” her mother replied unconvincingly, wrapping the young woman in a tight hug. “It’s ok.”

“It’s just, I started prepping too late,” Francine explained, her voice beginning to quaver again as she let her head settle into her mothers shoulder. “I can do it. I swear, I can do it.”

“I know you could Francine,” soothes her mother gently, rubbing her back.

“No, really,” says Francine with a start, pulling back slightly from her mothers embrace. “I’m going to. I’m gonna do Thanksgiving next year, and I’m going to do it perfectly.” She sets her mouth in determination, noting with dejection the marked lack of the sounds of forks and plates coming from the other room. “I’m gonna make the perfect thanksgiving dinner next year.”

“Sweetie…” begins her mother hesitantly, but Francine cuts her off with a hand. “No mom, I have to.”

Her mother sighs, considers, and aquiesses. “I’ll tell your grandmother.” She gives her a smile lacking in conviction. “I’m sure it’ll be great next year sweetheart,” she says, patting her hand. “Shall we just order pizza for now?” Francine looked down, ears burning. Next year, it was going to be different.

Francine took her promise seriously, committing herself wholly to her flavorful new field of study. She was determined to make the best Thanksgiving food anyone in her family had ever eaten, and she was more than willing to do whatever it took. She read recipes, watched endless YouTube videos, and visited restaurant after restaurant to try different dishes, bringing along a small notebook to jot details of the meal she didn’t want to forget. She practiced endlessly, and slowly the burnt pans that filled her sinks every Saturday, her designated cooking day, were replaced by empty pans scraped of their delicious contents. She was getting good. Almost too good. The constant fixation on food had increased her appetite significantly, and between her rapidly improving cooking and her newfound penchant for snacks, Francine found herself beginning to grow.

The first 20 pounds left her with ample curves, but by the next 20 she was dangerously thick, her widened ass threatening to shred the few remaining pairs of pants she could still button. She was fully aware that she was putting on weight and had resolved to lose it after next year's Thanksgiving triumph, but her rounded figure was getting harder and harder to ignore. She was starting to develop the beginnings of a chubby potbelly and her ass had exploded, its fatty shelf wobbling obscenely at the slightest movement.

After popping a button in her weekly cooking class, she finally caved and bought new clothes, skipping the next size up for one two sizes larger with the rationale that she wanted to dress more modestly anyways. The new clothes were anything but modest, and clung to her fattening body suggestively as she struggled to cover her tummy’s ever burgeoning swell. She was hyper focused on her goal, her pride driving her to forgo all other cares with the single minded goal of cooking like a world class chef.

March passed, then April. As the weather warmed Francine was forced to buy new clothes for a second time, her old summer shorts so tight she couldn’t even force them up her plush, thickening thighs. She bought the clothes in an even larger size, now officially 3 sizes up in just a few months. She acknowledged this absentmindedly, mentally writing a grocery list for the meal she planned to cook that night.

She prepared a full thanksgiving feast at least once a week, and it was really beginning to show. She piled on another 30 pounds, the mashed potatoes that required equal parts butter and heavy cream and the dozens of fluffy dinner rolls she crammed down night after night doing an absolute number on her figure. Her food was getting better and better, and she nearly cried with joy the first time she pulled a perfectly golden, crispy skinned turkey from the oven (she’d nearly finished the turkey too). Her appetite was becoming insatiable, and she often convinced herself she needed to eat the entirety of a dish to make sure every bite was up to par. She ate tooth mumbling sweet serving bowls of candied yam nearly gritty with entire bags of sugar, trays of ham cooked in enough butter to need two cows, gooey mac and cheese oozing with lard, and every pie she could possibly conceptualize, even dreaming of new concoctions while she drove. She stopped relying as heavily on recipe books and instead aligned her cooking with what she enjoyed best, preparing the most calorie laden iterations of each side and entree.

As more months rolled on she grew larger, noticeably waddling as her ass and thighs expanded. She was forced to buy new clothes again and again as her swelling fat strained the seams, and leggings had become her go-to uniform after blowing the button on one too many pairs of jeans. She was too preoccupied with her new, all encompassing hobby to check how much she’d put on, but she’d solidly crossed the line into obesity, her ample belly pushing further and further into her lap each time she sat. She outgrew everything, and her office chair, kitchen chairs, and even the love seat in her living room had needed to be replaced. Her hips had just grown too wide and she was struggling to wedge herself in, grunting and panting with the effort as her fattening meal waited for her. She’d replaced the chairs without dwelling too much on what it meant, snacking on pork rinds as she’d shopped online for something studier. I could lose weight any time I want, she thought, brushing the crumbs from her fingers on the side of her protruding belly. I only have one chance to show everybody up this year.

August passed, then September. A comment she’d seen on Facebook about ‘Francine’s little situation last year’ had ignited a new fire within her and she was cooking like mad, her recipe and technique for each dish nearing perfection. She was swelling faster and faster and was shocked at how large she looked every time she waddled past a mirror. Her gut had finally succumbed to gravity and hung lightly, exaggerating her stomach’s wobble as it swung unconfined by the bottom of her too-small shirts. Her entire body had exploded with soft fat, and even her arms were beginning to develop fatty, fleshy rolls. She refused to buy new bras, and her plump tits, still fairly perky, rested on the swell of her always stuffed gut. Her gut was as round as ever despite its droop, and she often pressed both hands against its sides when she was overly full, working out a few boisterous burps before giving it a gentle slap to relieve some of the pressure.

She ate constantly now, even when she was cooking, and the fat around her face was forming the swell of a double chin that rippled as she chewed. Even her fingers and toes were getting fat, and her pudgy digits were starting to look like stuffed sausages as she outgrew even her rings.

She’d just finished another hearty thanksgiving dinner, leaning back and patting her massive gut as she reflected that it was one of the best she’d ever made, when she realized that she’d left her second pumpkin pie on the counter. She leaned forward with a grunt, breathing more heavily as the swell of her belly pressed into her lungs when she bent, and heaved herself to her feet. It took her body several seconds to ease its wild jiggling, and she caught her breath from the effort of standing as the wobble slowed. She placed a hand on her gut instinctually, burped loudly, then waddled slowly to the kitchen, the second pie the only thing on her mind. The first was good, she thought lazily as she made her way to the rich dessert, but the second one might not be, you never know.

She reached the counter and grabbed the pie, waddled to the freezer and grabbed a gallon of ice cream, then made her way back to the chair, thousands of calories piled in her hands. She cracked open the ice cream and took a first giant scoop, moaning at the taste of the sweet, creamy vanilla despite already being packed full. She began to eat the ice cream faster and faster, digging into the pie with one hand while she gulped. She powered through a terrible bout of brain freeze by focusing solely on the pie, returning to guzzling the now melting ice cream only when the chill inside her head had subsided.

She finished both treats in a matter of minutes, licking the pie tin greedily as she groaned from over fullness. She was far too fat and lazy to haul herself onto the scale anymore, but her indulgences had packed over 50 more pounds onto her bloated frame, bringing her total weight gain for the year to 90 wobbling pounds. Her belly had surged impossibly far forward and she was burping non stop, the movement making her tits jiggle and bounce uncontrollably. She heaved herself forward with another grunt only to discover her fattened body barely budged. She gave it second go, heaving her mass forward with all her effort, but she realized quickly that she was stuck, beached by the seemingly impossible amount of food she’d stuffed into her porky belly. She lay one hand on her gut and let her eyes close, sleep suddenly overtaking her. At least the pie was good, she reasoned foggily as she slipped from wakefulness.

By the time the last Thursday in November rolled around, Francine couldn’t have been more prepared. The turkey had undergone a three day brining process, she’d made 16 different sides, there were 5 desserts, and the green beans with bacon bits were the best she’d ever made (although her preparation of the dish could more accurately be described as bacon with green beans bits). The table was set, the house was decorated, and a stretchy XXXL wrap dress was nearly painted onto Francine’s enormous body. The pressure of the approaching d-day had clearly invoked stress, stress she’d attempted to bury under a mountain of calories. She’d put on a grand total of 110 pounds in one year, the hundreds of thanksgiving dishes she’d prepared transforming into the swelling rolls of fat that threatened to burst out of the too small dress.

“Francine?” Her cousin had blurted in shock when she answered the door, stepping back to take in the newly enlarged proportions of the no longer familiar face.

“Franny? You look so…different,” her grandmother had questioned, hesitating as she realized that Francine would need to move in order to let her in as she was now wider than the doorway.

“She’s just been eating good,” dismissed her grandfather casually, giving Francine’s tubby gut a good natured pat as he placed a square pan covered in tinfoil in her arms. She flushes a bit, embarrassed at her soft wobble, and takes the dish with a smile, not letting slip that whatever her grandmother brought will pale in comparison to Francine’s michelin star quality feast.

As she welcomed more and more family, their reactions to the fatty waddling to greet them became more and more dramatic. Her aunt's mouth had simply fallen open, gaping so wide Francine could see her back molars, and her favorite cousin, the one with a certification in personal training, had pulled her to the side and discreetly pinched her rolls, assessing the damage while promising free workout sessions.

“Holy shit Francine, you exploded,” another cousin had let slip, his face flushing as he realized the abrasiveness of his statement. She simply gave a demure smile and waddled away, certain everything would be worth it once her family had eaten her cooking and their words.

Finally it came time to eat, and they were all seated exactly as they had been the year before, her grandmother leading a winding, rambling prayer for the group. This time however, eyes peaked open to marvel at the mouth watering spread before them, each dish looking more perfect and delectable than the last. The second Francine’s grandmother uttered the word amen dishes were passed, scooped from, and fought over as everyone filled their plates. Tears welled in Francine’s eyes again, this time from joy, and she joined in the ravenous ruckus, stacking her plate till it was teeming with greasy, delicious food. She smeared another pat of butter on her rolls and dug in, the only audible sound being the scraping of forks and contended chewing.

“This is delicious,” a cousin praised, breaking the silence, and the rest of the fell upon themselves joining in, praising the taste and presentation, asking for recipes for their favorites, and even remarking on the improvement from last year. The family enjoyed themselves enormously, all eating until they were too full to reach for the fork. Francine kept at it, ravenous from both relief and her newfound sense of gluttony as she put away plate after plate. She finally called it, panting as her belly strained outwards, testing the limits of her overtaxed dress. “I’m *hic* done.” She forces out. “Who wants dessert?”

Far too full to move, Francine directs her cousins to the kitchen to retrieve the expanse of sweets: 2 types of pie, a cake, brownies, and cookies. There was enough to feed a small army, and the spread of deserts covered the table almost as completely as the meal had. Everyone oohed and aahed, showering the bloated Francine in compliments as she smiled, stifling a burp.

“Before we get into the dessert,” she started, drawing everyone’s attention. “I just want to thank you guys for coming and giving me a second chance. That’s what I’m grateful for.” A chorus of awwws filled the room and she smiled more widely. “Let’s cut the pie!”

The knife had been placed on the table directly in front of her, but her bloat had forced her to push the chair back further so her belly didn’t press into the table, meaning the knife was just out of her reach. She unsuccessfully attempted to shift herself forward, flushing a bit at how her mass began to jiggle and wobble, and then heaved herself forward again. Nothing. She was stuck. She’d eaten herself so fat she was beached and bloated in front of everyone, too round to move. Her face was beginning to redden as all eyes at the table remained fixed on her and she gave one last Herculean effort, heaving herself forward with all her might until…*CRACK* the chair splintered and exploded beneath her, sending her crashing to the floor dramatically.

She landed flat on her back with her belly bulging upwards, her entire body jiggling uncontrollably. Her dress ripped straight up the middle, exposing her fattened gut and causing it to surge even higher into the air. Everyone gasped as she groaned, rubbing her gut while it undulated rhythmically beneath her fingers. She’d grown so fat she’d entirely demolished the chair, it’s once solid wood unable to hold up under the porky young woman’s added weight.

She burped loudly, still lying flat on her back as she panted, far too full to make any attempt to struggle to her feet. I didn’t even get any pie yet, she thought absentmindedly as the room burst into a bustle of activity, the stunned silence shooed away purposefully as her strongest cousins coordinated on how to best pull the greedy fatty to her feet.

Maybe, she thinks, unabashedly letting out another loud burp. I should’ve just let someone else cook.

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winns-stuff · 1 year

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LO APPRECIATION:

Okay, sadly I don’t have much information on this being and I’m not sure what to call them since she was a side character but y’all remember that cat banker that Hades intimidated for doing her job? Yeah, we’re celebrating her today. Let’s all clap because she deserves so much respect.

What’s insane to me is that she got mistreated by Hades at work during his so called “love arc” and yet no one bats an eye? Now imagine if this was Demeter everyone would be so fucking pissed. The blatant hypocrisy of it all is infuriating to me because I’m tired of this “let’s hold this character accountable but ignore the character who does worser shit!!” like no, if you’re really about holding characters accountable I expect there to be no biases or anything because Hades has been the absolute biggest menace in this whole comic and it needs to be addressed or else I’ll uproot myself and I don’t even know how to do it or what that means.

My thing with this interaction is that it was so disgusting. That whole episode made me want to rip out my spleen, how the hell are you going to get mad at that lady for following basic bank orders? She asks for Persephone’s ID and instead of just going to get her one Hades gets fucking furious are you serious? Why does everyone just look the other way with that? The fact that the employees are terrified of him coming and have to prepare themselves for his attitude is completely and utterly wretched. Like this isn’t the first time Hades has gone out of his way to abuse his powers just for Persephone’s sake, and I think it’s fucking ridiculous. Don’t you think she’ll need an ID to interact with your modern and up to date world? Don’t you think she’ll need to learn things on her own because she’s going to be down there? Or does Hades just like her having the IQ of a fucking donut and likes the fact that she HAS to depend on him for regular everyday shit.

This isn’t what respect looks like folks. If I’m in a relationship with you and you feel the need to spoon feed me every bit of information and keep things from me for my sake we might as well not even be together. It’s not a relationship it’s a paternal thing that we’re trying to mark as a relationship. Think about it, Hades helps Persephone with everything, explains everything to her, lends her money, protects her, and speaks on her behalf. Who does that remind you of? A father. Hades is taking the role of a father and Persephone the child because she’s retaining all of this information from him and him only, many other people have already told her things that Hades had to dumb down for her but she only listens to Hades about it? Who else does that? A young child with their parents because they know them and they have the upmost trust with them. It’s giving Father-Daughter and I’m so upset no one calls this stuff out, it’s sick to even create something like this and market it as a romance. Romance is an art form between two souls, it’s beautiful and messy, passionate and determined, creative yet powerful. Romance is so important in literature and movies and Love is a key thing that makes us who we are, it shouldn’t be used like this.

Anyways, back to the gorgeous bank manager and her employee. I loved her design I thought it was so cute and really unique, her eyes stood out and I loved the way her outfit complimented her.. fur? Everything went well with it and she’s literally the only thing I enjoyed in that chapter cause she was so breathtaking she deserves the world and more because god… The way she was treated made me want to eat a damn tree. It was so angering cause he didn’t even have to do that at all it was unnecessary and completely immature.

I loved her little personality too, she seems like the type of person to get things done and I respect that a lot because it’s a refreshing character trait from the main cast. She also seems approachable, likable, charming, kind, encouraging, responsible, and overall wonderful. I love her and I would love to see a webtoon only starring her cause let’s be real, someone needs to guide Hades on how to be a better boss and king, and who else to do it then the queen herself? The bank manager.

Anyways, sadly that’s all I can say about her since we know so little but genuinely I’m so upset how overlooked and ignored she was in that episode. She didn’t deserve any of that for doing her job, Hades deserves to get fucking fired fuck him. Also sorry for the little rant but I was trying to refresh my memory of her and I had to sorta read the episode, update that shit gave me a migraine with how shitty he was. I’m really at my limit if I see Hades mistreat another innocent bystander literally doing nothing I might make a 20 paragraph post about how disgusting and vile I think he is because there’s no words to describe the things I wanna talk about with him. My hate for him is genuinely with the passion of a million suns, he’s terrible. Anyways, love her and her magnificent employees <3

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo #lo hades

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bunnyboowrites · 3 months

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𝓮𝓵𝔂𝓼𝓲𝓪𝓷

♡ (adj.) beautiful or creative; divinely inspired; peaceful and perfect.

Cat burglar Nami x BlackFem!reader

Prev / Next

(Y/N) would come to find out that the address that was sent was a nightclub, super exclusive. Bon Clay was rifling through their closet trying to find something for her to wear.

“Honey, only the most famous of famous hang out in THE Den Donquixote” they said picking up a black colored mini dress but ultimately threw it in the no pile “I mean im an influencer and i know famous people but never famous enough to get off that waiting list, you have to look absolutely perfect. What if you meet a hot guy and hes super rich” They gasped “What if im right and Nami wants to rub her body parts all over your body parts”

“Ew Bonnie, never say it like that ever again.” she crossed her arms and sat back on their bed “And second she doesn't think of me that way, she wants a full-time makeup artist.” Bonnie just shook their head and picked a pink mini-dress out of their closet.

“I bought this and it turned out to be too small and i forgot to return it, but it would look perfect on you my little hunny bunny~” They handed her the dress and she sighed and went to go pick some shoes from her room. Upon her return Bon Clay set up the hair products and makeup products they needed.

(Y/N) had already been through the torturous process of waxing basically her entire body and Bonnie had not been nice about it. They did her nails; a full new set in white and her toes too. She felt like their doll and now that they were dressing her up she was glad the torture was over.

“Youre gonna need a thong and some boob tape” she rolled her eyes, the relief was short lived. She squeezed into the dress after the preparation and she felt sexy, she smiled at Bonnie and giggled when they hugged her from behind. Her shoes making her almost their height.

“We have to take a picture before i go alright?” she hugged their arms closer to her “and next time ill bring you with me and we can have fun dancing all night and drinking fancy liquor” they started to sway Bonnie nodded and pulled their phone out of their pocket. Snapping a mirror selfie of them hugging around her waist, they sent the photo to her and clasped their hands together.

“My job here is done, go have fun my little one” they said with a bright smile, she blew a kiss and grabbed her clutch with extra cash and a extra battery pack to charge her phone just in case and anything else she mightve needed before walking out of the apartment. She was surprised to see a black suv, the window rolled down revealing a familiar red head. She was wearing a white asymmetrical top and matching pants.

“Are you ready?” she motioned for the driver to open her door while she scoot over to make room for the other woman. (Y/N) climbed into the back seat and took in her surroundings and saw that there was someone in the front seat with the driver and a person on the other side of Nami.

“Nami, my love who is this beauty you invited?” the blonde spoke from the front seat, she could feel a bit of disgust fill her from the smell of his cigarette. “My name is Sanji sweetness whats yours?” Nami rolled her eyes and flipped him off.

“She works for me and she doesnt want to talk to such a slutty man.” she spat as she put her hand into (Y/N)s lap. She felt her legs tense and close around her hand and she looked to her “You okay (Y/N/N)?” she whispered with a teasing tone

“Im fine Nami, thank you for inviting me. Remind me to get pictures with you before we mess it all up” she looked over at the redhead and chuckled “im only gonna post the ones with Bonnie though, so i’m not posting and you don’t want to be posted” she turned the phone toward Nami, the picture that she took with them all hugged up together. Nami could feel the jealousy, but she had to reminder herself that (Y/N) didn’t like her in that way; she was here to work. Though she couldnt help but be surprised when a hand moved on top of hers she gave a glance and smiled.

When they were finally there (Y/N) couldn’t help but be intimidated, especially about what Bonnie had said about Den Donquixote. It was supposedly also a secret exclusive sex club beneath the establishment. She thanked the driver as he helped her get out of the car and safely onto the black velvet carpet. Nami grabbed her hand and then there was yelling and flashes. A Man with green hair was walking infront of the, shielding them from the onslaught of paparazzi, once they were being led through the thick double doors she could hear Nami dismiss Zolo? Zoro? (Y/N) watched as he walked to the car and it pulled off.

They were guided to an area that had a booth, it was facing a stage but she assumed thats where the DJ would be. The music that was playing was loud and she could feel the bass in her chest. She already saw Sanji on the dancefloor with another woman with brown hair. Nami just shook her head, the lights turned a pinkish purple and (Y/N) recognized the opening notes to the song “Oh my gosh Nami i love this song, we have to go dance come on” she grabbed the redheads hand and brought her down to the dance floor.

Driver roll up the partition please…

(Y/N) ran her hands up her body as she moved with the song, Nami watched her hips move and she felt herself looking at her beautiful ass that was peeking out from under her dress. She put her hand on the other girls waist, she felt her breathing pick up in speed when she saw how their skin contrasted.

Driver roll up the partition please, i don't need you seeing Yonce on her knees.

(Y/N) felt the song, her body relaxing as she let go of the anxiety when she felt Nami's touch. Running her hand up Nami's neck and coming to a stop in her hair. Her confidence was growing, Nami could tell by the way she was pressing her perky ass into her. Nami had never been more grateful not to be a man; seeing as she would've already soiled her pants.

Took forty-five minutes to get all dressed up, and we ain’t even gon’ make it to this club

“You’re being so bold (Y/N), are you like this with all your friends? Or only the pretty one?” Nami purred in her ear, she shivered and smiled slightly

“I just like to dance, is that a crime?” she turned her body and wrapped her arms around Nami's neck “If so you gon’ arrest me officer?” she smirked seeing Nami flustered as well.

Now my mascara runnin’, red lipstick smudged. Oh he so horny, yeah, he want to fuck.

Their lips were getting closer to touching as Nami thought of a comeback but the music faded out and the attention of the crowd was being directed to the stage. Nami couldn't help but feel giddy dragging (Y/N) back to their seats. Her plan was officially in action.

The Den Donquixote's infamous sex performances, that was Nami's big wild card to get the upper hand. She definitely wasn't in control on the dancefloor but she knew that a sweet little thing like (Y/N) would give up at the mention of something sexual. Nami could only watch her face as the performance began. (Y/N) eyes were wide and her breathing was getting a little shallow as she watched the filthy things these people were doing to each other, she jumped as she felt a hand on her inner thigh. A very slender hand with short acrylics and she felt the blood in her body warm up. The hand was creeping closer to the apex of her thighs and she felt her brain short circuit.

“Im gonna go get a drink, do you want anything?” She said jumping up, She was quick to pull her dress down as the other girl sat there looking a bit disappointed. Nami shook her head no and (Y/N) quickly scurried off to get her mentioned drink.

Once she reached the bar she ordered a drink and opened her clutch before she saw a bill drop on the counter and she looked up and saw a man with black hair and freckles. He gave her a charming smile and looked for the right thing to say “You didn't have to do that i have money to buy myself a drink” she didn’t want to sound ungrateful but she didn’t want this man thinking that just because her was handsome and he paid for her drink that he was gonna get something from.

“Its just good manners to pay for a ladies drink, especially one as pretty as you” he said leaning in a little closer “My names Ace, Whats yours sweetheart?”

(Y/N) contemplated and answered with her name. He smiled and made a cheesy joke about it being fate they met here.

If only they could feel the glare they were getting; if only looks could kill...

#black y/n #black!reader #black reader #black reader insert #poc reader #black writers #x reader #nami x fem!reader #cat burglar nami #one piece nami #Nami x black!reader #Nami sapphic

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min-yumniverse · 1 year

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A Change of Rhythm (1)

Pairing: Yoongi x Musician!f.Reader

Recommended playlist: Slump(SKZ), Wishing on a Star(BTS), Stars and Raindrops(SKZ), Coffee(BTS), Hug Me(I.N), Dimple(BTS), Hoodie Season (3racha/SKZ), Chocolate (Day6), Love Senario(iKon), Blueberry Eyes(MAX), Can't Stop(SKZ), Blue Hour(TXT)

This is a work of FICTION, everything is made with creative liberty and is not meant to represent anyone/any true events.

Music. My best friend, my first love, my passion, and turns out to also be my thirteenth reason. When my muse runs out, that’s it. My career is over. Old songs are boring, everything now is just so boring and stressful.

I slammed my hands on my keyboard for the nth time. “Dammit…” I leaned back into my chair, leaning so far back I almost fell to the floor. A heavy sigh left my lips, “Why can’t I come up with anything good anymore?” I looked at the floor, this had been going on for a month, absolutely no songs made, and ten times the stress levels. I knew I needed a break from everything for a while. I needed a change of rhythm.

I grabbed my wallet and jacket and left my genius lab. It’s not a genius lab without a genius in it, I needed to get him back soon. I closed the door, and wouldn’t be returning until this slump came to an end. Which hopefully would be soon.

…

“What do you mean you’re sick? You sound fine. You were fine yesterday.”

“I’m sick of this job,” I said, hanging up the phone. Instead of heading to Hybe, I called in sick. I might have well as been sick, a producer with no creativity is basically on the death bed. Likewise with an unmotivated musician. Sometimes you just need to get away from what you’re bored of for a while and return to it later. I grabbed my tote bag, put a few things in it, and went to a nearby coffee shop. The second floor is always better than the first, you get a beautiful view of the neighbourhood with all of the foliage.

When we got back from Vegas I never thought I would love to see so much green again. “That’s something I could write about—“ I got my pen out to jot in the small notebook of mine only to see the previous page and stop, “oh… I already did.” I always made writing songs look easy, but it never is. Inspiration appears so randomly, sometimes it comes through so clearly, but other times, like today, it’s coming at me like molasses. The ideas and I are almost like two south poles of a magnet. When I reach out for an idea, it runs away.

I let out a soft sigh, putting my notebook back into my tote bag. I finished my coffee while stalking my Instagram profile and deleting random DMs. These people are so unhinged online, it’s disgusting to think of the dirty things some people will message you with. They really drown out the important messages.

“Are you unproductive?” The ad blared from my phone. Instagram ads are so well hidden in the system, but that doesn’t make them any less annoying. I was about to scroll before it continued, “maybe it’s time for a change of rhythm. Here’s ten things to help get your motivation back.”

~~~

So I listened. Fresh air? Check. Book? Check. Dramas? Check. A will to live? Working on it.

It’s what I was doing anyway, just taking a break from everything. Plus Namjoon does this kind of stuff all the time. I brought my tote bag to the park and found a shade tree. I pulled out a self-help book by one of my favourite authors and got to reading. There was the slightest breeze, and the sun felt toasty on my legs that poked out from the shade of the tree.

~~~

I don’t know when I had fallen asleep, but I was woken up by this girl, playing classical music on her phone. Or maybe it was the sun in my face that really woke me. At the moment, however, I could only focus on the loud music, the very thing I was avoiding. Why did she have to blast it like that? “Hey, can you wear headphones or turn it down?” I felt groggy, and not like waking up… at all. She turned to look at me and I saw her hair, (s/t) skin and (e/c) eyes. ‘Oh, she’s a foreigner.’ I suddenly went into English robot mode, “Hello, your music, turn it down. Please?” Her eyes just went wide, like beautiful marbles. Why were they kind of cute? ‘What if she doesn’t speak English?’ My heart dropped at the thought.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She replied in English. I sighed with relief and grabbed onto my chest. She bowed and walked away. In the distance, I could see her cover her face like she wanted to crawl into a hole from embarrassment. It almost made me feel guilty. But who plays their music so loudly without headphones on, in public? I thought that was clear internationally too, but maybe not. Who am I to judge?

I grabbed my phone and looked at the time, it was a few hours after when I normally ate lunch. Maybe I should just go home for the rest of the day. ‘Home… Maybe I should go back to Daegu for a bit.’ I packed my book, water, and small picnic blanket into my bag and walked home. The sun felt nice on my skin. I thought about writing a song called ‘Sunkissed’ on the walk home.

‘The warm lips of the sun

They hold you in when you’re trying to run...’

“No, I hate it.” I ripped the paper out of my notebook and threw it away. I honestly wanted to cry. Either cry from stress or break everything I could. I opted to cry. And I did, I cried for at least an hour. Through making my lunch. Through eating that lunch while watching a drama on my big flat-screen TV, with Holly on my lap. And finally through my shower to rinse off the dirt from the park.

They say crying is for the weak, but I don't think so. It’s not a weakness, it’s a sign of struggle, and battle scars. It’s a coping mechanism. Screw those people who talk shit about people who cry too much.

I sigh after rinsing my hair out. I grab the towel that hangs on the bar attached to the glass of the shower. Suddenly I thought about what I would have to get for my parents. I shouldn’t visit them empty-handed… although I could. “I’ll make something out of wood for them. I already made cutting boards for the members, so… Maybe a coat hanger to put by the door.” I decided. The only thing you can give someone who has everything already or can get whatever they want is something handmade.

I wrapped the towel around my waist so I could dry my hair. I put a few products in it before blow-drying it. Then I put some face cream and sunscreen on my face and went back to my couch to continue the drama. Holly hopped up on my lap and nuzzled at my elbow until I lifted my arm over him. It’s the cutest thing a dog can do. My heart was completely melted by his actions. “Why are you so cute Holly-ah?” I started petting his curly fur and rubbing his ears. “Do you wanna visit Daegu again? Let's start packing tomorrow, huh?”

“Woof!”

~~~

There was a hesitation before I raised my hand to knock on the door of the two-story building. My mom came to the door with equal hesitation, then she realised it was me. “Yoongi-ah, what are you doing here all unannounced?” I walked in with my small suitcase.

“I thought I’d visit for a little while. I didn’t think I needed to get an invitation.”

“Of course not. I love seeing my little boy.” She picked up Holly, and took the leash from my hands. “Isn’t that right my little boy?” She asked, referring to Holly. I made a bet with myself that within thirty minutes she would dress him in the silliest little outfit. I don’t know how she gets him to let her, I’m lucky if I can get a bandana on him. Mothers are full of magic. “So what’s the real reason why you came, Yoongi-ah? Is work getting stressful?” I could only nod in response. I didn’t need to say anything.

“Is Hyung home?”

“No, he’s at work, probably like you should be right now.”

“Dad too?”

“Yep. I was about to get dinner ready. We weren't expecting you, so go to the store and get more ingredients.” She shifted Holly to her left hand and grabbed my arm with her right. I was practically kidnapped into the kitchen, and given a list of things to get from the store. I briefly looked at the list, and I could see some things that were not just for dinner.

“Do we need cotton pads for dinner?”

“You’re going to the store anyway, there’s no need for multiple trips today.” She patted my back, and mouthed ‘thank you’. I sighed and began my short journey to the store.

~~~

I realised that I should have driven to the store. It never hit me that I would carry more than eight bags home. I had to make two stops, but luckily the stores are relatively close to one another. But that didn’t help my arms from carrying all these bags.

“Need help there?” I turned around towards the voice. I didn’t catch my grin before I saw his face.

“Hyung. Here, take them.”

“All of them?” He started laughing, then realised I was serious.

“Yes,” I replied, holding out all of the bags for him to take. And of course he only took half. “Ya! I said all of them!” I couldn’t throw them all on him before he ran away. We reached home before I knew it. It may have gone faster because I chased him the whole way home.

I only caught up to him after we got home. He was standing by the door, about to take his shoes off, but not quite. He was busy laughing his ass off over god knows what. “Ma, he runs like a grandpa! Hahaha!”

‘So that’s what it was. He’s talking shit.’ I opened the door and walked in calmly. While taking my shoes off I purposefully nudged my hyung with my shoulder. Sadly, he didn’t fall over as I had hoped. “We bumped into each other while walking home.” I brought the bags to the kitchen, washed all of the vegetables, and put them in the baskets with the matching produce. “Mom, I’m done,” I called out.

“Uhuh,” she replied. She walked past me, and pet Holly, who had been standing right outside of the kitchen which was also the entrance hall of the house. She then fanned her hand towards me, telling me to get out of the kitchen. I jumped, ran to Holly and played with him a little.

“So how are you doing Yoongi-ah?” My brother patted my shoulder, behind me.

“Bored out of my mind. How’s the restaurant going?” At some point, he had gotten a bag of chips.

“Pretty much the same since the last time you visited. Pretty busy on the weekends. I still get some of your little fangirls, asking if you can marry them. Maybe if you actually got married they’d stop asking.” He began to laugh and held his belly.

“Shut it hyung, you’re older than me, what about your wife? Oh right, you don’t have one.” I looked at him smugly with my arms crossed. ‘Seriously, this guy…”

“Ouch. That one hurt.” He wrapped both of his hands around his heart like he had been struck by a bullet. “At least I’m not being asked by millions upon millions of people around the world to marry them. I’m perfectly content without that kind of stress. I’m just gonna wait for my Miss Right.”

“You’re like a billion years old, hyung- You know what? Nevermind.” I let out a long sigh. Sometimes hyung was great, he was the only one that had supported my love for music career through my middle and high school ages. But he could also be a brat as if he was the younger sibling.

“I’m going to go help Mom cook. Make yourself useless.” I groaned in response as I made my way from the entrance hall to my room, upstairs. I dove through my suitcase to get my tablet and continued the new drama I had started. I don’t usually watch romances, but this one had good reviews from the watchers. There was also an adorable cat. I couldn’t help but want my own when I watched how cute the kitten was in the show.

At some point in time, Holly had climbed the stairs and walked into my room whining. “What is it Holly-ah? Are you hungry?” Holly’s ears perked up and his head tilted at the word ‘hungry’. I got up with an iconic dad grunt and picked Holly up like a purse between my arm and body. When I got downstairs I pulled out some ground beef from the fridge that Mom didn’t use in her cooking, and began to simmer it in the pan. I mixed it with some sweet potatoes and put some spices that vets recommend for dogs like turmeric and such. Holly jumped around sporadically while I put the contents into a bowl for him. “Sit, hand. Other hand, okay!” Holly was always good with the little training tricks I taught him as a puppy.

“Well now that you’re downstairs, dinner is ready. Come eat Yoongi-ah,” Mom said. I hummed back in understanding and walked to the table in the living room that connected to both the entrance hall and the kitchen like a ‘T’ shape.

3.2.23 Word Count: ~2300

#suga x reader #little meow meow #romance yoongi #yoongi #yoongi x reader #idol au #bts x reader

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late-to-the-magnus-archives · 1 year

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This fic is rapidly becoming the Therapy AU for everybody.

(Note - this was started before Malevolent 30, so the tale diverges from 29 on)

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Arthur laughs. “We should have come here sooner. A city full of madmen, and we fit right in.”

He’s walking a pinch faster than is perhaps wise, but he trusts John to tell him of any danger.

Even though… everything.

I am feeling bitter today, he thinks, and corrects his earlier thought: John hadn’t been taken. He’d left.

Arthur has no tools to deal with that betrayal. He understands, he does, that John did it to save him, because the King was breaking Arthur’s bones, because the King was hurting him so badly that all he could do was scream.

But Arthur had promised to protect him, to keep him safe. Arthur had gone through far worse than pain to do just that.

When John chose to leave, no matter the reason, it invalidated everything. The pain, the torture. The murder, the cannibalism. Everything.

What had been the point if John was going to roll over the moment it got bad?

That isn’t fair of Arthur, and he knows that, too, but he doesn’t know what to do about any of it.

He is a modern man of 1934. His only hope is that these things can and will be stuffed away forever, never surfacing, never felt. That’s what being a man meant: you did what you had to do.

Especially for your family. Especially for the one you love.

That one was John.

I can’t believe how beautiful it all is, John continues, child-like wonder softening his normally terrifying basso profundo.

Arthur smiles. “It’s quite marvelous, I know. I almost considered moving here, you know."

Why didn’t you? I’m sure there was plenty of work for someone with your skills.

“There was. But when I lived here, I was studying music, composing. And… I spent a lot of time with Bella here. So. No, I don’t want to live here again.”

Oh.

And just like that, the conversation stops because there are no safe stepping stones left in the water.

Because Bella meant Faroe. And music meant Faroe. Composing, especially, meant Faroe.

There would be no talking about Faroe.

Arthur ignores the little burnt part of his heart that responds to thoughts of his dead daughter, that still wants to murder Larson, that still wants to go back to that town and stab any presumed cultists in the head, that still wants to just hurt and hurt until there’s no one left to come after them.

It’s not good. He knows that. So he tries to push it away.

“Besides, it’s nicer in Arkham,” says Arthur, moving on. “It’s smaller, but there’s plenty of intrigue, and you don’t have to constantly watch for pickpockets.”

Pickpockets? John repeats, sounding absolutely offended.

“It’s why I tucked our money in such a safe place, John. Don’t worry.”

Disgusting.

“Desperate, honestly,” says Arthur. “Most of them would rather be doing anything else, but the Depression left them little opportunity. I’m lucky that neither of my career choices depended on things so easily ruined by a world at war.”

John sounds thoughtful. Stop here.

Arthur stops. Hears cars passing by. Waits, because John will tell him when it’s safe to go.

It seems like these are hard years for humans in general.

Arthur’s laugh is sharp. “They are. I’ve gotten to see the best of us; the kindest, the most generous, the most clever and creative. I’ve also gotten to see the worst. The most hate-filled, the greediest, the cruelest imaginable.”

Another beat of silence while John thinks whatever he thinks about human affairs. You can go now. Step down for the curb.

Arthur walks, and John is silent until it’s time for the next curb. Step up. So that’s where you were when my book came to you.

“Where I was?”

I’d wondered how you got to be where you were. After everything. After Parker helped you.

“I’m not sure I understand.”

Mailbox. Two steps right.

Arthur adjusts accordingly.

I mean… it’s one of the things I think is so important about you. Your hope. The way you don’t give up on people.

Arthur can’t help but feel that’s pointed. “Except in the last few days, you mean.”

No, that’s not the same. That was… personal. I get it, Arthur. You think I don’t know killing Larson represents killing the part of yourself you blame?

Arthur stumbles.

Puts his hand out, finds a wall. Leans.

His heart hurts. Aches. Like it’s expanding, squeezing out his lungs.

Push past it, he thinks.

Arthur?

“Let’s change the subject.” Arthur tilts his head back against the crisp winter sun, enjoying the feel of daylight on his face, enjoying the cold breeze.

Trying to climb out of the place John just tripped him into.

Your throat scar shows that way, Arthur.

“Well, then they’ll just know I’m someone not to be fucked with,” says Arthur.

Also, I can’t see the sidewalk.

“Fine, fine. Sorry.” Arthur turns his face forward again.

And just like that, it’s over. Arthur certainly won’t be bringing it up again, and John is smart enough to let it go.

#malevolent podcast #malevolent pod fic #tma crossover #tma fic #fic in progress #wip #snippet

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misskesh44 · 2 months

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Learning curve...

What I’ve learnt in the last 6 years being an artist...

*n!pples are, for some reason offensive

*but only if they belong to women... men’s n!pples are absolutely acceptable

*Women showing their body is totally and utterly outrageous and must be $exual

*males get to make the choice about this fact... and remove and block images that they look at and see as $exual

*women, however, see these naked images as being empowering and strong

*strong women will be silenced and repressed

*spelling key words with ludicrous symbols stops such outrageously disgusting words being picked up on... words like n!pples and $ex...

*people are always going to moan about what you do... you can’t please everyone

*some people even get nasty... again, you can’t please everyone

*the majority of people are lovely and supportive and just plain wonderful.

*keep producing artwork even if the demons in your head tell you that you’re not good enough.

*being in charge of a website is utterly soul destroying if you have a brain that hates technology...

*most women don’t like themselves, let alone love themselves. To be able to facilitate their healing and empowerment is the best thing in the world.

*gold leaf and I are not friends but golden liquid acrylic and I are total and utter lovers.

*other women artists and creatives are so bloody supportive...

*art is my therapy

*all bodies are beautiful

*there are sooooooooo many different shaped belly buttons... I never realised!

*same with nipples!

*I can paint for 16 hours flat and not move (my back doesn’t like this)

*some days you love yourself and some days you don’t. But try and have gratitude for your body.

*drink water while painting... but not the paint water!

*the world of social media is so fickle... try not to determine your worth by the numbers when they go down, because they also go up and some people are lovely x

* if I am submerged in a project and my hyper focus takes over, having to stop to do life things (eat, go to the loo, sleep, work) makes me angry and feel disjointed

* I am a goddess

I’ve learnt so much!

Tell me what you’ve learnt in the last 6 years…

THIS IMAGE IS CALLED GLITTER T!TS

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ithinktoomuch-05 · 5 months

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heya, Amy

I know you'll probably see this at some point, so I guess I shouldn't worry whether I'm writing this in vain or not, and though I treat this as a lost letter sent long ago, from a very different time, to a very different person, I can't help but acknowledge that I'm writing this in the present, late at night, over the calming rain, alongside some mellow traffic in the distance, for a friend-now-stranger that's possibly disgusted at the very thought of me, at best.

Yet many long hours spent stressing over our dismantled friendship still keep me from trying to disappear completely from your life. I'll never be able to fully grasp who I was or what I was to you, friend or not, but it's crystal clear I wasn't a healthy person at all, which led to me being an absolute fucking idiot almost, if not, all of that time. I'll never, in the remainder of my life, be able to fix or change anything I've done in the past, but I'm better for it. I'm sorry for my behaviour, I'm sorry for who I was, I'm sorry for how I acted. It's not poetic, it's not artistic, it's just guilt, that I've felt for the longest time now. Now, that time has passed, I realized that my actions were ill guided. And that leaving me behind, in the past, was the correct call for both of us, I guess.

I intended to do the honourable thing and get to the point, but I just couldn't bring myself to message you again this time of year, only to remain mute for the rest of it, without the slightest clue to myself as to why. My memories of you were, are, and always will be simply too precious in my mind, for me to not send this message into the void with a small yellow "I'm sorry" note attached to it.I thank you for the time you spent with me, for the conversations, jokes, late night replies we had, for everything you were for me, when you helped, listened, laughed and talked to me, when you were my closest friend. I can't find the right words for it, but that time is for me... genuinely irreplaceable.

You'll always be a mistery to me. A seemingly open book filled with unknown language. Sophisticated inner workings and a delicate beautiful hard cover, with a strange nihilistic aura to you. I was (and honestly still am) so jealous of how good you were at everything, from interacting with people and witty instant replies, to how organised and disciplined you were, to how good you spoke in French, to how free you acted and thought and to how you always wrote better poetry than I could ever have written. I always admired your display. I never knew you; I never knew what to expect from you. And I suppose I never will be able to.

All of that being said, I wish you a happy birthday 🎉🎉🎉!!!! I hope everything you desire finds you well, I hope your every wish comes true, I hope you have fun and enjoy everything you can enjoy, and last but not least I hope you continue being you, the you I never fully understood, the strong, adventurous, funny, self sustaining, drop dead gorgeous, emotional, creative, passionate you. ❤️🪨

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cinephilechronicals · 8 months

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evil dead rise was one of the most overwhelming and disgusting blur of a film i have ever seen. i remember the first time i watched evil dead rise. i went with my older brother and mom for a late night viewing (which probably wasn’t the best idea). fun fact: i left that cinema crying. not crying because i was that scared, but overwhelmed. now to be fair, i have seen it 4 times, 3 of which in cinema.

and before you ask, no it never got easier.

lee cronin’s 2023 horror flick EVIL DEAD RISE has truly horrified audiences to their core. with an unhealthy mix of brutality, death, family, and demonic skin books, evil dead rise truly accomplishes what it set out to do — disgust. personally, i did not like this evil dead rendition on my first viewing. we had absolutely no idea what was going to happen in next hour and a half, and was very surprised. evil dead rise made $23 million in it’s opening weekend, which is decent for a budget of $15-$19 million. it was on my second watch that i actually began to enjoy and understand the film. so, what’s so scary about this film?

tl;dr: boy steals scary book, gets mom possessed, mom wreacks havoc, sister kills possessed mom, unhappy ending! okay so that’s not everything, but that’s pretty much it. the film actually begins in a lake-side cabin, where a “sick” girl is actually possessed, and kills her two cabin mates by the lake. after a beautiful title card, we cut to our family home. here we have our mom ellie, her kids danny, bridget, and kassie, and her road-tech sister beth. ellie sends her kids for pizza, but get stuck in an earthquake on their way back. a crack opens up an entrance to an underground bank, where danny investigates against his sisters’ wishes an finds a book covered in skin. being the teenager he is, he smuggles it back to the house. he opens it and finds 2 records. he plays them as his mother goes out to do the laundry downstairs. all hell breaks loose in the elevator, as the cords begin to wrap around her and attack her. we return to the apartment, where the now possessed ellie begins to let loose. she attacks beth and the kids. this takes up most of the film, ending up with bridget turning into a deadite “killed” by danny, who then gets turned into a deadite by bridget. kassie and beth escape, and are met with the final boss, an amalgamation of ellie and her kids. they tussle, and the film ends with the mass getting chewed up in a wood chipper, and ellie’s head being destroyed by a chainsaw. but it doesn’t end, because we see the possessed girl from the very beginning discovering the mess, and getting possessed. how creative!

now, there are some things about this film that i really like, and some i really hate. after watching the film so many times, my opinion has actually gotten worse. so, i originally really enjoyed the film (despite crying when i left). but once i kept watching i began to find myself enjoying it less and less.

so, the thing i really hated about this film is a lack of pacing. it seems that they had a vague idea with the story but put all their energy and time into the gore rather than an interesting story for the audience to follow. the pacing was lackluster, like, there was literally no time to think or react. though it could have worked somehow, it just didn’t. you can get a brief idea of the story, like the mom gets posessed and stuff, but there’s a lot of story points that the film basically introduces and ditches. like isn’t there that entire character point that beth is pregnant? i’m pretty sure that it’s meant to be a pretty important character feature, but it’s just brushed over. and then the kid’s dad leaving, that’s never really explored in relation to the characters being vulnerable. and even why the necronomicon is there in the first place. like, the character relationships are minimal and rushed. like i said, their dad leaving should have made their relationships strong or at least have some kind of emotion, but we literally didn’t realise that beth and ellie were siblings. that’s the main thing about evil dead rise that i really didn’t like. however, the good does outweigh the bad (maybe).

onto the good! i think what makes the film so jarring is not only the gore, but just how realistic the characters are. though my brother thought that some of the characters were cringe, and to be fair, sure, but the characters seemed like normal people nowadays. ellie feels like a mom you’d find in that kind of area, a little rough around the edges, but she has such a strong heart. her character as a mother fits so well. bridget is someone who i’ve definitely seen somewhere. i think that her character is really interesting. though politics is something i don’t really life in films, i think that her protesting and her sign on her door builds her character really well. it shapes her as a person of the times, and her character is actually pretty realistic for the time and area in which the movie is set. danny as well, he just seemslike an older brother. though his character isn’t really fleshed out, his role as an older brother is really nice to see. you can tell that all the characters really care for one another, and their family dynamic is really nice.

and then there’s the gore. wow. the gore in this film is ridiculous, like my god. though it is extreme, it’s done really well. i think everyone remembers the cheese grater scene, and though it is nasty, literally all of the gore in bridget’s death is so gross. the elevator scene was really uncomfortable to watch, i mean, that was an insane amount of blood. though i can’t imagine it was much better filming that. though it's excessive, the gore is really well done. props to the physical effects team, truly. it fits really well to the story, like, the gore seems realistic to the situation.

evil dead rise definitely has it's flaws, as all films do, but it was such a good film. i really do think that the movie will stick with audiences for years to come. maybe not for the right reasons though. i know a lot of people weren't really a fan of this evil dead rendition, and to be honest, that's fair, but i do still think that it stands strong!

#evil dead #the evil dead #evil dead franchise #evil dead rise #horror #horror movies #horror film #film review #movie review #horror review

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#HARPERSMOVIECOLLECTION

2023

I watched Barbie (2023)

Remember when Hasbro and Peter Berg made Battleship into a movie and the world collectively said "NO"

This is way better than that.

Living happily in Barbieland,a stereotypical Barbie doll begins to experience strange and upsetting changes, which lead her to the real world and a complete upending of her perfect life.

There's a lot I want to cover here, so let's dive in.

This is an endlessly entertaining, hilariously funny and often touching film, which goes far beyond what I ever expected a licensed doll movie to be.

Director Greta Gerwig has pulled off the impossible, by making a live action Barbie movie one of the most culturally relevant films out there today. In so many creative ways, what could have been a typical "fish out of water" story, is a story about gender equality, feminism, self reflection and the human experience as a whole. It really is beautiful. I cried.....twice.

Gerwig also makes sure to never leave us bored or sad, by making sure we are either laughing out loud or being dazzled or both. Is there a ballad/toy war/dance routine that is fantastically executed and relevant to the plot? There sure is. Is there a real world version of Mattel that both criticizes corporate culture and remains consistent with the humor of Barbieland? Yes, absolutely. Is the fourth wall broken to comedic effect by Helen Miran? Fuck yeah it is.

The cast is superb. Everyone from Margot Robbie on down is excellent. Robbie is funny and three dimensional as her character learns to be more human. Every single version of Ken and Barbie is fantastic as well. So many great performers fleshing out Barbieland. Michael Cera as Allen and Will Ferrell as Mattel's CEO, are amazingly good. And, this excellent cast is working with an extremely funny script, which just helps them shine from beginning to end.

But, as much as this is a movie that got my inner feminist to step forward, I gotta give it up to a male actor for funniest and most entertaining. Ryan Gosling is so goddamn good as Beach Ken. I've never seen someone so perfectly understand the assignment and so committed to the bit. And, his character's plot line is perfect. Being swept into the patriarchy and becoming the ultimate bro is an area so rich for humor and handled amazingly well, and yet it's not without real sympathy for the character.

Of course, trash Like fox News and pissants like Ben Shapiro are out there complaining that this movie is "Woke". And, I agree with them. This movie is insanely "Woke". It is a party of a good time and the best part is that the party is inclusive.

I can only imagine the anger and idiocy crawling through ignorant minds as they sit and watch a film that features Barbies of all shapes and sizes. Trans Barbie, Disabled Barbie, Black Barbie, oh my! All having fun together in a film that shames toxic masculinity and calls out the patriarchy. Hell, some right wing heads must have exploded when one Barbie openly states that Corporations aren't people.

It's sad that there are some out there who saw this movie with disgust and hate instead of wanting to be dancing along.

Barbie is a great movie for many reasons, but outside of it's true and positive messages, it's creative storytelling, genius casting, great direction and ability to make Republicans piss blood, this film is first and foremost an incredibly funny and entertaining good time at the movies.

I know it's amazing, but it's yet another thing which Ben Shapiro is wrong about.

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hazmatazz · 10 months

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i saw your post abt rambling abt stories and stuff and that is my absolute favorite thing to do so <33

i’m on anon bc we haven’t interacted a lot yet and idk if you even like me in the slightest so uh yeah. but if it turns out you don’t hate me i’ll gladly reveal myself and talk to you more if you want <3 no pressure ofc i just get really excited talking about this aaah alhskabskanka

SO i have two main ocs, floryn and rory (both she/her) they’re both queer and to keep it veryyyy short: floryn is very creative, extroverted and wild and rory is very athletic/physically strong, introverted and cool & collected (the one with a braincell out of the duo) ofc they’re a lot more complex than that but i don’t wanna keep this too long kabdjsksal

at the start of the story theyre friends and they start crushing on eachother, it’s not really slowburn i think but it’s not very quickly either

i also wanna make more friends for them but i haven’t done that yet aljskajs

the only other character i have is a boy and he’s an asshole. basically he has a crush on floryn and somehow finds out that rory has a crush on her too, that makes him upset because he was just about to go on a date with flo and he kinda sees rory as a threat bc he knows they’re close friends (and maybe he also has a past bullying rory so he knows it would ruin his chances with floryn if she found out abt him being mean to rory). so he locks rory into a locker (but don’t worry - the person who the locker belongs to gets her out pretty quickly and they become besties) to prevent her from talking to flo. then he goes on what he thought was a date with floryn and she tells him she just likes him as friend. a bit later floryn finds out that he was an asshole to rory and slaps him in the face <3 and then he’s upset and does a dramatic reveal that rory has a crush on floryn, expecting her to be disgusted bc it turns out he’s homophobic as well, but plot twist: floryn is actually very openly and confidently lesbian/bi (haven’t decided yet) and is super excited because she has a crush on rory too. then she slaps him in the face again for being homophobic <3 and rory and floryn go on a date or something cute and end up in a relationship :DD it might be kinda boring and weird and basic and i don’t even know but i just want some simple drama that ends up with a wlw romance <33 and that’s only a very basic outline anyways, there’s probably a lot that’ll happen before and afterwards :D

and to get bonus points, my main inspirations are 1. heartstopper (that made me realise how much i crave a cute wlw story, i know there are a lot but i just wanted to make my own i guess) 2. (the most recent one that lead me to actually come up with this) jackson’s diary, it’s also a webcomic and there’s always a lot going on and it’s dramatic but not too dramatic and idk i’ve just been feeling very inspired by it, also in terms of art so MAYBE i’m gonna make a comic out of this but probably not because that requires sooo much work akshkajs. anyways, inspo numero 3. sleeping beauty, kinda but not really? at the start i wanted it to be an entirely different story as a wlw modern retelling of sleeping beauty but then i began adding a lot of own twists and it got so chaotic i’m kinda scrapping it for now and came up with something completely different (one thing that remains though is that rorys full name is actually aurora :0 but everyone calls her rory so it doesn’t matter that much, but still a little easter egg for myself <3)

not sure if any of this makes sense, it’s very chaotic akjdksjjd and it got way longer than expected wow i’m sorry abt that oops

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hell yeah so glad i made that i love stories...

but AKSBDKDB oh!!!! i love them, esp their names!!! floryn and aurora...flo and rory... two little sillies

i am rather intrigued by like...rory and that boy's history. like thinking of rory seeing that the boy and flo get along and being both worried for flo (because she knows the boy is grosss) and jealous or something. then like ooo the cool and collected character hiding struggling to hide her concern and shit because she doesn't want to ruin that friendship because like what if the boy has changed or like not wanting to reveal the old shit rory had gone through

then ohhh thinking like maybe flo and rory weren't as close as kids so rory never told her about the bullying and she doesn't want to now because what if flo feels guilty about not noticing orr

ohhh the sillies...def gave me some thoughts tysm ur guys are so little to me ❤️❤️❤️

#the teeny little fiends..#i swear one of my mutuals has rb'd jackson's diary today or somethin...hmmmm #also dw about like. interacting w me or anything!! i love ppl soo much #asks #ask box story #anon #✨️ anon

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Well, I did it. Both of my characters went through the endgame and lived to tell the tale thanks to the power of love, of all things. There were sacrifices, unfortunately, and the main cast became smaller. I do wonder if that is something that could be avoided when my own files will be imported into the game, but if not, I’ll simply bear it as I am not big on meta-gaming and creating perfect playthroughs.

But what a journey! The raw emotional impact it had upon me. Honestly, some works defy description and this, to me at least, is one of them. And yet I cannot keep quiet, because otherwise I’ll be buzzing with excitement for another week at least.

Many things left me speechless here: the fantastic and thoughtful storytelling that can easily turn gritty, unsettling, and at times plain disgusting; the beautiful descriptions of places from all around the world, the humour, the awesome action sequences, the wonderfully implemented puzzles, and the three-dimensionality of the characters. A lot of times, there were no easy black and white answers. To me, everyone in the main cast is a little grey, and there are numerous angles and perspectives to be considered, all so the reader may better see the larger picture.

One of my favourite moments takes place in the Oxford chapter. When the pieces were put together in order to reveal the identity of the traitor, I was in as much shock and disbelief as my characters, shaking, not wanting to believe it. It was a most dramatic reveal, tremendous in its impact. I honestly do not remember the last time writing could elicit such a response within me by genuine and honest means, and not by some base manipulation of me, the reader. And there is indeed a wealth of emotive moments to be found in the series, delivered perfectly owing to the writing and the winning characters, both major and supporting. These characters are portrayed with incredible depth, and they are always themselves, behaving and speaking in ways particular to their personalities and private conflicts. At the end of the story, I discovered that my emotional investment in these characters was so much greater than expected. It took me completely off guard, but I loved it.

And the wedding interlude! It was coloured with much more affectionate and ethereal imagery than the rest of the story, while not without its share of light humour. Romance, adoration, and poetry all in one. It was a truly momentous occasion that made me experience joy and a kind of melancholy at the same time.

And this absolute gem.

(why did this image become so tiny, tumblr?)

Also, as someone who enjoys doing multiple playthroughs, I appreciate greatly the ability to create characters that are vastly different from each other in terms of personality, beliefs and how they approach the problems they encounter on their journey. Even though both of my characters chose the same option for their ending simply because it made sense for them to do so, their respective journeys prior to that point were entirely unique, which is a testimony to the skill and creativity of its author.

The only complaint I have is that, while Spillane’s story finds its resolution in a wonderfully written epilogue, I did become a bit frustrated with the many loose ends left untied in the supporting characters’ regard. But then, I think this stems from my own expectation of having an epilogue similar to Tin Star, with every little detail being accounted for. Yet this is an entirely different tale, so perhaps the untold stories of the other characters simply add to the book’s wonder and charm, while the conversations with the cast prior to the endgame were their own epilogues, in a way. Another thing is missing punctuation and letters, as well as mixed up pronouns and small but conflicting details popping up here and there. For instance, what colour are Anderson’s eyes, really? Why isn’t Zhu surprised to find out that he has a sister, apparently? But these details will surely be worked on, so I honestly pay them no mind.

It was fantastic. The author is such an enthusiastic writer and creates with such immense devotion to the story that whatever faults it has... They do not take away from it being a memorable and incredible work, no question about it.

#relics of the lost age #anyway #enough gushing #i am officially on-board for any future projects #if there are any planned at all #also #tally ho is officially dethroned after three years of being my number one if #october 15th was nicely spent this year

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Day 42-44

I had a nice long bath in a disgusting bathtub and headed onto Sequoia-Kings Canyon National Park. Just 5 more hours in the car. Just 5 more hours. This was the most uneventful day of driving yet. What should have been 5 hours was closer to 9 since California has the speed limit, no matter how high it is, capped at 55 for all trailers and GPS do not account for it. I get it, but good glob, this made it a long day.

I arrived at my camp between the two parks, in Sequoia National Forest at Big Meadows. I had looked in the parks first, but they were all full. I am so glad for that, because I am literally the only person in this entire campground. It is dark. It is silent. It is cold. It’s wonderful. Here is some picnic table graffiti for you:

My first morning in Kings Canyon National Park, my tire light came on and I had to fret about it all day. Couldn’t find any screws, the front was maybe a few PSI low, but nothing worrisome. I filled them at an overlook since I carry a small compressor. The tire light didn’t go off, so I just checked them every stop. I Drove to General Grant’s Grove and saw one of the largest trees in the world, surrounded by other Giant Sequoia’s. There’s something so beautiful about the color of their bark; red and almost fuzzy looking.

I appreciate the interpretive signs here that use creative ways to help people understand and appreciate these rare resources: If the trunk of the General Grant Tree was a gas tank on a car that got 25 miles per gallon, you could drive around the Earth 350 times without refueling. Wowza!

I saw there were a lot of closures due to construction and fire damage, so I wouldn’t be visiting some of the staples that had been recommended to me by Ashton, who worked in Sequoia for 2 seasons. Since Crystal Cave was closed all summer, I decided to stop on Forest Service land at concessionaire run Boyden Cave, a small but pretty cave with a lot of calcium carbonate and silica in their formations that make them glitter even when they are not wet.

I headed down the line to an extremely empty visitor center where I earned by Junior Ranger Badge!

This badge is dedicated to anyone who donates before the fundraiser ends on 9/30/22.

I did a small, paved path to Roaring River Falls, an easy way to see a pretty waterfall, and finished my day with a pot of potatoes after doing physical therapy at my camp. I love having a campground all to myself.

The next morning, Day 44, I wanted to do a hike on the Kings Canyon side before I spend the rest of the week exploring the Sequoia side. I chose the Big Meadows Trailhead just about a mile from my campsite, because of the ease of access to the Jennie Lakes Wilderness, and based on the fact that the parking lot never looked too busy when I’d pass it every day. There’s no service, so I was relying on the trailhead postings to give me information on the hikes. Although they have a rudimentary map listed, they have no distances posted, so I decided I’d pack well and hike for as long as I wanted towards Weaver Lake, have a sit down, then hike back.

I met two dogs on the trail – interestingly enough I only experienced other solo hikers on the way in, no couples or groups. There were only 4 people total. My kind of hike! The terrain wasn’t the worst, though difficult, the sun hot, but the shade and breeze nice and cool. I could feel my body was doing *just ok* but I kept going, hoping to get to Weaver Lake so I could enjoy my sit down with a view. I started to get tired and discouraged, but knew the lake was under a scree field that wasn’t too far away. I persevered. I found this on the trail:

Good sign or bad sign?

Weaver Lake was gorgeous. What is it about backcountry and alpine lakes that I just never get tired of? This one doesn’t look all that different, but I just absolutely love it.

It looked like dogs had already entered the lake and disturbed the bottom, so upon realizing the water wasn’t as cold as most lakes in this setting I took off my shoes and had a half dip.

I wanted a whole dip but know going swimming all alone in the backcountry is a good way to end up on some podcast that’s going to call me dumb. I laid myself out on a slanty rock like a marmot and had a soak in the sun. I ate snacks, read a book, became a general voluptuary.

I am obsessed with this grass, and we will be getting married next Tuesday. I mean, just look at it! Sorry Husband, this beautiful grass has swept me off of my feet with its good looks and I just can’t resist.

I found this on the muddy banks of the lake:

Good sign or bad sign?

I knew as much as I liked it here and just wanted to stay longer, my 1.5 hour lay about meant it was only going to get hotter out. The way back out was easier, since it was mostly downhill, but I could feel my soft tissues were starting to rebel.

I wrapped up the day with sitting at my site and sewing on a felt Christmas stocking; yes, I am an old lady and I have no shame about it.

Haylan

#weaver lake #sequoia national forest #national forest #good sign #bad sign #ehlers danlos awareness #traveling with chronic illness #solo traveler #female solo travel #junior ranger #sequoia national park #kings canyon national park #sequoia kings canyon national park #national park hike #jennie lake wilderness #wilderness #wilderness hike #leave no trave

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