#i'm glad to have had it remedied -- it gives me a lot of hope!
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Minnesota is surprisingly left for a red state are they akso pro choice too
I definitely wouldn't describe Minnesota as a red state! I know people make the assumption sometimes given what much of the rest of the Midwest is like (including many of our immediate neighbors -- although I'd be remiss not to point out the many people striving to make it otherwise in all of them, particularly some of the hard-fought battles being slowly won in Wisconsin -- you go guys, and I know you can do it). But MN has other cultural influences like a long solid labor history and a large immigrant population that mean it's actually been a Democratic stronghold for a long time. We have the longest streak of voting blue in presidential elections of any state in the US!
Things do get much redder as you leave the Twin Cities metro area, though that's really the trend in any state. But for perspective, over half the state's population lives in the metro, so when you take into account that there are at least a few other blue clusters in the state (Duluth, a Great Lakes shipping town on Lake Superior with a long labor union history and that currently has a nonbinary representative in the MN House comes to mind!), we really are more of a blue state, or at least a very blueish-purple one. Right now our state Democrats (the Democratic-Farmer-Labor party) control the House, Senate, and Governor's office, which is the reason they've been getting so much good legislation passed. And while our national House reps are split half and half (though some of our Democratic reps are particularly progressive) both our Senators are Democrats.
I wouldn't oversell how blue we are, there are certain parts of state politics that are narrower and go back and forth a bit more than in some of the really "safe" blue states. But at the same time, after living here for a while, I really do think the flip side of that is that our Democratic politicians are somewhat more genuine about what they do, which ends up balancing certain things out. Hence the current legislative session where they're pushing through everything they can in remarkably quick succession!
To answer your question though -- yes, Minnesota is also a pretty pro-choice state. Our state House recently passed a bill that would limit the release of reproductive healthcare information, essentially protecting people from other states who come here for reproductive care. The bill is expected to pass in the Senate and be signed by the governor as well. Our governor and lieutenant governor have both been fairly outspoken about protecting reproductive and abortion rights in the state. Earlier this year the governer also signed into law the Protecting Reproductive Options (PRO) Act to explicitly protect and codify abortion rights here.
I hope some of that's useful information! Minnesota politics are definitely not what I expected when I moved here -- in my time living in the state I've had the opportunity to vote for one of the most progressive reps in the US Congress (Ilhan Omar) and been consistently impressed by how seriously our state takes things like voting rights and state welfare programs. There's a lot of really incredible political activism happening here and it's moving to be a part of -- especially since I know we're becoming even more of an important sanctuary state for people from other places in the Midwest. The northern Great Lakes states (thinking about MN, WI, and MI in particular) are all sort of interesting beasts politically and I'm grateful to have learned more about some of the strong Democratic and labor history in the region in my time here.
Ending with a terrible joke, but -- we have over 10,000 lakes, of course we're blue!
#the 'minnesota has 10000 lakes is actually an understatement. minnesota has over 10000 lakes' thing really gets me#living here has made me far more pro-minnesota than i ever expected to be though#i definitely also had an incorrect perception of the political complexity of the midwest before i moved here#i'm glad to have had it remedied -- it gives me a lot of hope!#land of eldritch lakes
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ruby hi!!! massive congrats on your milestone, i can't think of anyone more deserving of love than you my dear <33 i'm loving the sights and scenes of hawkins so far, may i request a trip down to lover's lake ❤️🔥 "i've had a terrible day at work so just kiss me" from list five with mr loverboy steve harrington? thank you so much love uu and congrats again!!
KAIT HI!!!!! i'm so glad ur enjoying hawkins m'dear and lover's lake with mr. steve harrington? that one's a dreamboat you're a lucky lady hehe <3 thank u thank u im literally giving u a big KISS rn ur so nice to me- i really hope u like this ! i manipulated the prompt a bit & omg accidentally used loverboy u got into my head this so is written for u
Robin's been keeping count of how many times Keith will ask Steve, in a single shift, to re-organise the front display due to inadequacy. That's the word Keith uses. Says it in that terrible drawl in his throat and with those lifeless eyes that don't seem to care when Steve's eye twitches after he's been asked for the third time.
Steve seriously thinks about kicking the entire display to shit.
He nearly does, just to stick it to Keith and permanently his cheeto-dusted fingertips and greasy mop for hair. God, Keith brings out the worst in him. Steve's honestly just stalling at this point, considering he's got about 15 minutes left of this shift. He busies his hands. Doesn't give the perpetually lurking Keith a chance to drag him into some other mindless job.
The 15 minutes crawl by. He's shrugging off his vest 2 mins out, specifically avoiding Keith's gaze as he maneuvers into the break room quickly.
"You're not finished yet, Harrington!" Keith's grating voice follows him in. Steve doesn't let it phase him, gathering his personal items from the employee room without a pause. He can sense Keith behind him in the doorway like a fucking vampire, some villainous presence hovering nearby.
"I could write you up for that, you know that." A crispy crunch. He's still snacking, even as he berates Steve in that bored tone; Steve wonders if today's the day to pick this fight with him. Really considers it. He ends up just clenching his jaw and watching the clock as it ticks over into sweet, sweet free time.
"Sure, Keith. Whatever you say." He grinds out, not even attempting pleasantries. There's a tight smile on his face but it might be a grimace for all Steve cares. He pushes past him and heads for the door.
"Hey Buckley," There it is again, that drawl that drives Steve nuts. "Can you check the front display? Undoubtedly, your Neanderthal friend will have found a way to mess it up and I'm not staying behind to fix it again."
Steve doesn't need to know what Neanderthal means to know when someone's calling him an idiot. He catches the start of Robin's furious glare, whipping towards her manager, but it disappears from view as he pushes out the door. Too hard. It slams against its hinges with a bang.
The steps rush up to meet his feet as he dashes down them. It's all muscle memory, opening the car door, turning the ignition, reversing out of the Family Video parking lot. The road gets swallowed beneath the car as he drives, a titch too fast than the speed limit warrants. Doesn't matter, Steve knows there's a remedy for his bad mood waiting at home.
You're in the kitchen when he gets in the door. He can tell from your shoes, left strewn halfway across the hall and outside the door to the kitchen, like you'd remembered to take them off at the last second. He toes them to the side with a small smile.
You must be in the middle of fixing a cup of something as there's something in your hand that tinks! gently, a teaspoon against porcelain.
Steve leans against the door frame and drinks his fill of love. Watching you be content as ever in his home, haloed in the setting sunlight through the windows, is a special sort of soothe on his soul. He's not sure he'll ever get used to it; or that he wants to.
Steve takes a breath in, thinks back to when you said love? well, love smells like your shampoo to me once, and thinks now that love must smell like the hot chocolate cradled in your hands. Love smells like you in the kitchen, waiting for him to come home.
You turn, catching sight of him. "Steve!"
His chest turns that bit lighter at your excited voice. He smiles and it comes easy. "Hi, sweetheart."
You cross the room to him, abandoning your steaming mug and Steve's arms are already open by the time you reach him. You slide up onto your toes, arms circling his neck, and you're pleasantly surprised when Steve ducks down and buries himself in your neck, his arms around your waist.
"Missed you," He mumbles and releases a sigh. His arms tighten, pulling you closer.
"Missed you too, Steve." You tell him truthfully, running your hand over the back of his head soothingly. You're like a balm to scorched skin, any fleeting bad feelings scampering at your reassuring touches. "Everything okay?"
Steve dredges his head out of his hiding place, staying close. His nose nuzzles against the length of your own, his eyes tired and affectionate.
"Mm." is the non-committal answer he gives you. He presses forward, lips seeking yours but you dodge them and give him a little frown.
"Everything okay?" You check, repeating the question. Steve can't be mad at your insistence, even though you're depriving him of kisses at the current moment. His thumb swipes along your ribcage impatiently.
"I've just... had a terrible day at work," he admits with a sigh. "So, just kiss me? Please."
And how could deny such a sweet request like that? Not when he sounds like your kisses could cure all his ails, could make any bad day a good one.
"Of course, loverboy," you breathe with a grin, eyes searching his face for the usual blush that arises at the pet name. He doesn't disappoint. Cheeks pink and lips even pinker, you tighten your arms around his neck and kiss him warmly. Steve gleefully tastes chocolate on your lips.
"Any time," you murmur when you pull back, and you mean it. Steve takes you up on that without a moment's hesitation.
join the celebration!
#LOVERBOY STEVE HARRINGTON THE MAN THAT U ARE#this had more plot than soft im sorry#but no im not my goal with these blurbs is to GO with the first idea i have#but i would give him so many kisses to make him feel better#thank u kait for sending one in!!!!!#MWAH MWAH MWAH BABEY I LOVE YA#ruby writes steve#steve x reader#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington blurb#stevie blurb!#ruby's very own tour of hawkins#steve harrington#steve harrington x you#now its beddie byes bruv#i've got work tomorrow earlyyyyy
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vamp ghost brainrot do you see my vision
DO YOU SEE MY VISION?!?!?!?!?!
ok this is v random but apparently im on a creative spree so lets enjoy it while it lastssss
context: the idea came from when i noticed ghost had lil fangs on his mask and and and
reader is tf141's medic/nurse idk how you call it but you get it also shoutout to @unabashedcroissanttreefan (PHEROMONE IS BACKK) and @cluelylikesporn mwah
also reader is not white AND a vampire. boom. not black either but i like the concept of poc/mixed vampires (and poc vampires would look so cool) (i am mixed and id look so cool as an autistic soon-to-be-adult teen vampire and you cant tell me otherwise.)
wc: 1049
also trigger warning dislocation and blood (duh there's vampirism in this fic what did you expect /lh)
also maybe ooc ghost idrk
pt 2 in the making!
"okay, lets see... who do we have next.." you said as your checked your medical files. "lieutenant riley?" (you raise an eyebrow) "strange. he never came before" you thought out loud, but you shrugged it off. "you can come in!"
"hello, y/n" ghost greeted you politely as he sat in front of you. "i hope my team hasn't been of too much trouble"
"don't worry about them!" you smile softly, "lets talk about you, for once! what brings you there? you usually never come to check ups, which i have to say isnt very professional!!" you scold him lightly, "but im glad you seem safe and well!"
ghost chuckled softly before replying: " i came here because i have been suffering from awful migraines, and i have no idea where they can possibly come from, and so i wanted to ask you if you could check? and maybe give me a stronger dose of painkillers so that i won't need to bother you every week? also, i noticed i have been having more trouble falling asleep, it's as if i found myself more... active in the nighttime, i would say?"
"mhm.. this sure is strange, but dont worry!" you reply with an assured smile. "do you have some spare time so i can do your checkup now, or do you wish to book another appointment?"
"i would like to do it now, if you don't mind"
"okay, no problem!" you smile as you put on a surgery mask, "lay down on this chair and lift up your mask just above your mouth, please! ill start off with examinating your teeth."
ghost did as you asked him to, and you started your inspection; what you saw surely was weird.
"this is strange..." you muttered to yourself, "can you please bite into this?" you asked him as you handed him a plaster mold. "it looks like your fangs... have overgrown."
"what??" ghost asked, confused. "with all due respect, you must be kidding me."
"im not" you reply, showing him the mold he bit in. "see? its like, the bite mark is... sharper than a usual one would be"
"and... do you happen to have a reason to that?" ghost starts to panic, "or even a remedy?"
"i think... i might have an idea, but don't freak out, okay?" (he nods unsurely) "you might want to sit down for this one. okay so... there have been rumors - and i insist on the word 'rumor' - of a disease that turns people into vampires, and-"
"are you telling me i'm one of those freaks?!?" ghost hurried, panicked.
"that's... insensitive to us.." you mutter to yourself, "but nevermind. no, there is no cure, you just learn to live with it.
"thats..." he thought out loud, "wait did you say us? are you a vampire too?"
"duh, just because im not white doesn't mean i cant be a vampire thats- very cliché." you reply, slightly offended. "but yes, i am."
"but- how do you even sleep at night? how do you even feed yourself ? and-" ghost's mind raced with questions.
"let me guess, you're assuming all vampires drink blood to survive, aren't you?" (he nods, slightly ashamed, but you smiled, amused at his panic) "don't worry, we aren't all like that. i'd be delighted to teach you there are a whole lot of different types of vampires! for example, i am an empathic one! which means i tend to be more well... empathic."
"and how does one know what type of vampire one is?" ghost asked, seeming childhishly interested to the point it almost looked endearing.
"thats exactly what im coming to!" you reply with a soft smile, before coming back a few moments later with a little pouch of blood. "what does this make you feel?"
"this looks delicious" he replies as his eyes lit up, "can i have a taste?"
"well then," you chuckled, "it's all settled! you're a blood drinker vampire!"
"oh." the worries then came back in his voice, "does that mean i have to..." (he gulps) "kill people to drink their blood?"
"well, technically speaking, if we were in a typical eldritch story, you would have to. but, hopefully for the writer we're not, and its a good thing im a medic, so i have plenty of those little pouches!"
ghost sighed in relief, but then panic peaked again.
"do you think we should tell others? like, price and soap?" ghost asked worried.
"no. not for now, at least." you thought for a moment, and added: "but, one thing is sure, if we dont want anybody to find out you have to do whatever it takes to not get deployed,or else... "
"we're fucked, balls deep." ghost completed your sentence. "but how? price won't allow me to stay at the base unless i get injured."
"that's exactly my point!" you say as your eyes glimmer mischievously, "but im not sure you will like the idea.."
"whatever it takes for people not to notice.." he sighs.
"good!" you reply with a smile, "please lay down on this chair,just so youre warned its gonna be a little... painful."
"what the fuck- you sprained my fucking ankle???" ghost hurried, grumbling in pain.
"what?? you wanted a reason to not get deployed, didnt you? you should thank me" you chuckled as you noticed him wincing in pain. "anyway, its time for price's meeting, take those to help you walk, and you let me do the talking to price, okay?"
ghost nodded as you both headed to the briefing room, one of his arm around your shoulder to help him walk, where price and the rest of the task force were already waiting for you.
"sorry we're late, captain!" you hurried as you and ghost entered the room.
"its fine" price replied, raising an eyebrow, "what happened to you, Lieutenant?"
"we were practicing close fighting and he accidentally sprained his ankle, sir" you reply with an assured smile.
"is that so?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, "then why didnt i see both your names in the record?"
"because we forgot, and there was nobody on the wait list, sir" you reply. "but i promise it wont happen again."
"good" price sighed, "then i suppose i have no choice but to make gaz replace you, ghost."
is all for part one i feel like its already too long help
hope you enjoyed, if you dont reblog ill snatch your toenails
#x reader#ghost mw2#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#ghost call of duty#ghost#simon ghost x you#ghost x you#ghost x y/n#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#simon ghost x reader#call of duty x y/n#call of duty x you#call of duty x reader#call of duty#writers on ao3#writers on tumblr#writers on wattpad#creative writing
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I feel really bad about it but I really cannot stand being around partnered people, be it online or in person.
It's like... a really terrible trigger for loneliness.
I've heard the "remedy" to heal and surpass feelings of envy and jealousy has to do with looking inwards and stopping comparisons.
All I do in my life 24/7 is to look inwards.
I try to never really compare myself to others because it makes me sick so...
This is a discomfort that can't be soothed by self-introspection or individuality - how ironic...!
These last few days I've been trying really hard to see where these feelings are coming from, because these people have nothing to do with me or my issues and they're - quite literally - not at fault, they're just existing.
There's disgust.
There's envy too, a lot of it. As much as I hate to admit it.
There's the feeling of wanting to keep a distance or not even establish any connections with them (e.g: we cannot be friends), because I know their partner(s) are always going to be a priority in their life, and I don't want to be relegated to a secondary role.
I'm probably extremely sensitive of these issues because I'm alone. I'm sure (or rather, I suspect) most these issues will disappear once I'm partnered myself.
But it's hard isn't it?
So far, all the people I've tried going for didn't want me, or maybe they wanted me but weren't ready for it (so I was supposed to accommodate them), or maybe they realized they were mistaken.
Every.
Single.
Experience.
I have had.
I'm sitting here, my eyes are burning, but I'm tired of crying over this.
I don't know what to do with my feelings, I don't know how to make them stop and just... leave me be.
I'm alright without mutual love or romance, without the comfort and care of another, without intimacy too - always have been, you learn to stop wanting and eventually stop trying, too.
I don't know what to do. Don't get me wrong, hearing that the "dating scene is in shambles these days" don't really help, I'm not naive.
I do know there's something uncanny and terribly wrong with me that is very transparent (and I don't really go out of my way to hide anymore), but that doesn't make me worthless or unlovable.
And yet, each person I meet has already rejected me in my mind, and that's a pain too big to deal with.
Every person I have met have abandoned me in some way and left me to rot - and I can't really complain because I'm supposed to "suck it up" and "deal with it" in therapy... alright.
Can't complain because that's not attractive.
Can't be or look desperate because that's a red flag.
Don't have close friends? Huge red flag. Steer clear.
Only talks about relationship issues? Desperate and red flag. Stay away.
Is intimidating by existing? Fix that with therapy.
Showing symptoms of mental disorders? Therapy again.
In some twisted way, I'm glad I've never been in a relationship, because all those people fucking sucked for different reasons. Why did I fall in love with them? I fall in love with anyone... it's literally a pain in the fucking ass.
I don't have a lot of first times anymore, but the ones I do have, I really want to use for someone deserving of my time and my energy.
And for the other things, I can only hope to find someone who will be able to give me meaningful memories, instead of more trauma and bullshit.
"No one" is good too.
I just hope to come to terms with it eventually.
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Looking back on X&Y's release 10 years ago...
I still remember queueing up in line for the XY release day literally a whole decade ago- my brother, dad, and one of my best friends were with me and we all went out to Krispy Kreme afterwards- I evolved my first Spewpa there to see which regional Vivillon I had!
Nowadays I can't even imagine pre-ordering a Pokemon game, since I have to wait and see if they perform decently, have enough content in them to justify the $60USD price tag, and whether their DLC is good if not. I've become an old, jaded, beaten-down adult since then, haha...
But enough negativity for now- there are so many good things XY had that we should acknowledge!
Fairies are one of the biggest- we've had them for 10 YEARS now, everyone! Remember when they released the XY demo before the game launch and everyone was hitting Sylveon with everything to see how the new type matched up with everything? And now, Fairy has been paired up with all but two of the other types! They've also become the most OP type now (which is an issue they were made to stop) but it could always be worse! Who knows, maybe in 10 more years, the type chart might be unrecognizable!
They even managed to model and animate over 700 Pokemon on a handheld game, plus all their extra forms! Nowadays, Pokemon games can't manage to do that for even 500 Pokemon on launch.
Mega Evolution was the first battle gimmick ever introduced, and to this day it still remains so much better than the others that we're all still hoping and praying it comes back. I know there were some qualms that mostly OP and popular Pokemon got megas, but naturally the solution shouldn't be "No Megas"- it should be "More Megas"! And we all know someday we're going to have to raid Gamefreak's vault for their Mega Flygon concept art- we know it's out there!! Anyways, I'm glad Megas still get respect in spinoffs- Pokemon GO, Mystery Dungeon, Smash Bros, etc. It gives me hope that one day they really will return.
But the more negative things about XY need to be addressed too- while the games themselves were good, a lot of people rightfully agree that they were the beginning of many declines for the games.
The extremely low difficulty for no reason- NPCs and bosses having miniscule teams with less than 4 moves, rarely any held items and a poorly-made level curve. I can't think of anyone before who thinks the games before were "too hard" or that they're now "just right". To be fair, they've remedied this every now and again with actual challenging bosses (Totems and Ultra Necrozma, BDSP Cynthia, Volo, Team Star Bosses, Sada/Turo, Kieran, and the Ogre Clan) but I do hope this issue gets fully resolved one day. It's not fun playing through 90% of the games mindlessly clicking through the same highlighted "super effective" button over and over.
The "overly friendly rival" problem that first started in XY has finally been fixed though- while Gens 6-8 suffered a bit from it, Gen 9 doesn't just have decent rival characters- Nemona, Arven, Penny, Carmine, and Kieran have been some of my favorite Pokemon characters ever!
The lack of postgame areas and things to do first started in XY. While Looker and Emma's story was great, it didn't offer much of a challenge and there was barely anything to do afterwards. And nowadays when we do get substantial postgames in Pokemon they're paid DLC. And as long as we're getting DLC from now on, can we PLEASE have one that contains a Battle Frontier, please???
Mythicals no longer having their own areas and quests also started in XY- so many unfinished areas in the game that should've gone to them.
Kalos is the only main Pokemon region to only exist in one iteration so far- all others were expanded upon with remakes, sequels, third versions, ultra versions, or DLC. I do hope in maybe 5 years or so we do get XY remakes that'll finally do Kalos justice.
Another problem that eventually got fixed is small amounts of new Pokemon- I remember being in total disbelief that Gen 6 only had 72 new Pokemon, waiting for more to get announced someday. But with Gen 9, we finally have generations containing well over 100 Pokemon again, which is a massive relief!
And one more major underrated change that Gen 6 brought to Pokemon- it's the first one to ever have a worldwide release! I still remember spending most of Gen 5 learning Japanese names of all the new Pokemon, moves, characters, etc while waiting for BW's English release. But nowadays we can all enjoy a new generation's launch around the world at the same time! That's another thing to be grateful for!
But yeah, in these last 10 years so many things have changed and many others have stayed the same- for the Pokemon franchise and for my own life! While not all of it has been perfect, it still blows me away how far we've come, and how much more we need to improve on! I was still a nerdy little kid who didn't know how to draw digitally when these games came out- and now I'm an adult who makes animated shorts and works at an animation production company!
I have no clue if I'll be ready in 2026 for SM's 10th anniversary and the 30th anniversary of the franchise overall! Maybe everything will be better or it'll have gotten so much worse. Either way, I'm happy to have made it this far with you all and can't wait to make a similar post for the 10th anniversary of this blog, too!
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These latest chapters have been pure brilliance. Azula stealing Rei was also really funny. Azula should someday invent the Avatar world's version of Child Protective Services, I know its not quite the same thing here, but near enough. I'd fallen behind so reading all the latest chapies in two sittings was a pleasure. I even had to remember I had a legit account here, I almost messaged as an anon again. Well, now for one of my usual random questions. What's your top 5 favorite OCs to write?
X'D glad you've enjoyed the chaos! While Part 3 starts out in such a heavy way, I feel like it hits its stride pretty quickly (probably because I really didn't want to drag out the hopeless misery any longer than necessary...). Rei provided a wonderful change of pace in Azula's story, the impact she's had on Azula is always lots of fun to write, and the development of that bond never fails to make me happy. I went out of my way to make a meme about it, some time ago...
Azula creating a Child Protective Services system sounds like something no one in the world would imagine Azula would do, not even Azula herself... and yet it sounds like a legitimate possibility as things stand x'D
As for your question... favorite OCs? Ooh boy...
Well, I think Rei would be #1 right now. She's just gold without even knowing it. I don't know how she won over my heart as fast as she did, but she just did. That's her secret superpower, I suspect. She's a really good remedy for all the hardships we've been dealing with, and giving Azula another unique bond with a character is always great <3
Xin Long is probably #2, though writing him as of late makes my heart hurt for obvious reasons... but he was always crazy fun to write. Writing his draconic monologues cracked me up every time, he's wonderfully chaotic and straightforward, writing this dork was always gratifying.
Might be sad that he'd be so low, but our #3 is Rui Shi... oh, Rui Shi. Don't we all miss our good man Rui Shi. *wipes tear*
I'll bestow #4 to Kino and I hope he takes the spot with pride, he's really fun to write too. It can be tricky sometimes to choose what to do with him, I really don't want Kino to feel redundant, or too comic relief, but we'll give him more chances to shine in the future for sure. He's great at easing up many heavy atmospheres, gotta love our reckless Fire Nation army deserter for that.
... I'm gonna go on an impulsive one right now and give an answer that might sound really weird right now to close up my top 5: my #5 is Anorak. Yep. That's who. Why? I think it will become clear relatively soon... though not too soon. To be 100% honest, I didn't even think I'd care about this character remotely as much as I've grown to... but a plot twist I devised for him recently has changed things, big time. I have a surprisingly large soft spot in my heart for this guy, crazy as it might be.
As for runner-ups... I feel bad for leaving him out of a top 5, but Renkai probably would have been right after Anorak, at least! The Priestess of the Flames is also an important one to mention because, as much as she's not a character we've seen often... she's basically one of my old OCs from my original stories, repurposed for Gladiator xD so I have a soft spot for her too and always enjoy writing her. I also reeeeally love Mei Xun, she's a very interesting character to work with. Naturally, all of Azula's guards deserve credit here, they're such a loveable group even though I didn't really set out with the intent of making them loveable x'D Seethus is also quite interesting to write, but unfortunately Ozai isn't giving him enough material to work with lately. More things to begrudge him for, I guess (?)
Anyway, hope that's a decent list :D
#anon-nemesis#gladiator#thanks for the ask!#glad you could catch up recently!#and that you enjoyed what you read too!
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my lovely daisy, i’m so so so happy to hear you’re feeling better already, and while i’ve never vocalized it before i would like to thank you and clarify that you’re sweet replies + messages to me are kept close and well loved. and i appreciate you <3
it’s actually obnoxious how big i’m smiling to hear how you’ve become more comfortable with sharing parts of you at your pace and having garnered a community of lovely people to support, and i absolutely love it here!!! i would lie to clarify the obvious, to never feel pressured to reveal any part of yourself if you’re not comfortable!
as for home remedies, not much i can recall. if i had a sore throat my dad would make me a lemon tea with honey, i think that was just his own concoction, but there is a herbal tea using a citron marmalade (yuja-cha/ 유자차) that might be a point of reference, but we usually add that to sparkling water. also Ricola lozenges, i was raised by those lol.
all i can say is heavy on the citrus, herbs, and honey. also this is something i do even when i’m not sick but cold, i just put a fluffy blanket in the dryer for a few minutes (no dryer sheet) and just proceed to melt into my blankets.
and lastly for your weekend send off, more kisses, hugs, and more soup, tea + water!!! get lots of sleep give your body the rest it need !!! ily 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼
beautiful thea! I'll never get tired of saying it: I appreciate you so so much, beyond words can even describe! I'm not as eloquent as you when it comes to expressing myself, so I'm glad my replies are well-received. :)
it's taken a while for me to feel comfortable with myself on here, but I'm happy to say that I finally am, thanks to the little community I've been so kindly adopted into, which includes loving and supportive people like you. I had to work on myself and my own insecurities for a bit for me to get here, but I'm happy I am.
my mom would also make me lemon tea with honey! sometimes she'd add ginger for an extra kick. the yuja-cha with sparking water sounds like a wonderful little drink, even if you're not sick hehe. And yes! Ricola was also a staple in my household. my personal fave was the lemon flavored one, just because the mountain herb was WAY too strong for my taste. thank you for sharing!
Snuggling into a warm blanket is the epitome of being cozy! I'm going to do that tonight so I can fall fast asleep. 😴
I hope you have a fun and/or relaxing weekend ahead of you! sending you all my love as always, thank you for thinking of me!
#my lovely thea#lovely moots#I'm going to start a little scrapbook of all your sweet messages I swear 🥹
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Omg Minnie have you seen this yet? It's Chris and Ana talking about their fav rom coms!
https://twitter.com/EW/status/1650634472671555584?t=mB_HjbYQwNTr738qCYX5IQ&s=19
I have to admit I was THRILLED when Chris said he liked Grosse Pointe Blank. That movie was a bit under the radar and I don’t know many people who had seen it but I absolutely love that movie. He also mentioned Love Actually too, another classic!! Chris has great taste!!!!! Although Ana is right and he needs to see Serendipity!!!
So that made me wonder, what are YOUR fav rom coms? Did Chris mention any that you like too? 🥰🥰🥰
Nayvaaaaaaaaaaaa, my baby!! 💕💕 I hadn't seen that clip yet, although I did hear about it! But I'm SO glad I've seen it now because this is wonderful and adorable and oh gosh, it's giving me soooo many evanstan feels (but more on that later lol)
I actually don't know Grosse Pointe Blank! I know, blasphemy 🙈 I will have to remedy that soon!! I did like Serendipity too, and all the other's that he mentions are definitely faves of mine as well. I know Richard Curtis movies aren't entirely unproblematic lol (but what is, right?), but I do love them a lot 💓 My fave might also be Notting Hill, although I do also love Four Weddings and a Funeral (even though it's not just a rom-com), and I also really really love About Time, a later Richard Curtis one <3 It's so beautiful, makes me cry every time.
This ask actually inspired me to make a little Evanstan edit, so that's coming up in a minute 😉 Love you, boo! Hope you're having a wonderful day xxxx
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What was my 2022 like?
This year, it felt like I couldn't stop thinking about my own problems. It feels incredibly self-absorbed to feel like that but I prefer it over ignoring my own mental and physical health while i wither away in every aspect of myself like I used to. How do I fit into the world? Will I make it? Do people like me? Things I used to never worry about, feel the slightest concern for - yet here I am now, having made the tiniest little bit of progress in my life - and immediately centering so much more around myself.
In a way, I feel like I am stuck between different realities, different perceptions of myself - both perceptions inflicted upon me by myself and myself alone and the shared views of others who define who I am in life. People see me as a clown, a strategist, a confidant, a leader, a
and it refuses to change. to grow. to adapt. it always hurts and sometimes i feel like i'm afraid to show my hand to reveal what's going on to reestablish who i am and achieve that dreamt-up idea of who i could be but
But I am never who I want to be - to myself or the people around me.
The parts of my brain refuse to work together. Because of the reasons that I could only fully explain to not just the people around me but myself by seeking a diagnosis for mental illness I may or may not have,
i hurt
And it hurts so much sometimes. I feel like this has cost me multiple friendships over the years, a particularly close one this year. If I had to guess, you're reading this now. I saw the preview on that Discord message. I read that first sentence. You reached out. I waited to respond. I regretted that. I don't know if things would have been better or worse had we started talking again but
I won't do what I need to and refuses to take responsibility and so do i and i wish i pushed harder to do something but i didn't because i was enjoying myself though I keep censoring myself so
I regret not just checking the message and responding immediately, or being more attentive in the friendship and somehow creating an image of myself where you could even believe for a moment that I had moved on. I still cry about you sometimes. I wish I said more and I wish I said less. I hope you're doing okay.
I spent most of today in my room. I think I spent most of my year in one of my rooms. I have a few friends, but I feel like we don't meet as much as I'd like. I felt really alone this New Year's Eve. No one I know really lives near me. All of the people I know online have been absent from our voice channels. I don't blame anyone for not joining - most are spending some quality time with their families, I'm bunkered away in my room because I'm not feeling well and the usual remedy for that is my friends.
I had a romantic relationship that almost lasted the whole year. I'm in another romantic relationship that started later the same month the last one ended. I feel as though we're kindling a flame from a spark I had once closed my eyes to, as I've known the individual for some time before we became romantic together. We don't call each other partners, but instead, romantically involved friends. I wasn't sure how I felt about that at the beginning, but it's really grown on me.
i fell for them in a way that i thought i would never let myself again and i love them and they are giving me everything i was missing in the last relationship and while i realize that it probably won't last as many young romances don't i still love them dearly and am hoping dearly and crying because i love them and she's awesome and cool
I made a lot of friends this year. Very few that I speak to on a consistent basis, one that I met through a very unexpected avenue, but friends nonetheless. I'm glad to met all of these people but I worry that I deceive them in some ways. They and my old friends reassure that they are glad to have me and it eases my worries for a moment, but it all still bubbles up - the worry and dread, crying because I'm worried I'll push them away like I've pushed away so many others, or worse - that I'll hurt them and they'll still be here for me.
I don't think I can get to everything, but I want to stop here for now. Other words will have their place and time. Happy New Years to all you I have met and all you I have not yet met and all you I may never meet - I love all of you so much.
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Okay. I have really fallen behind on reviewing the Buffy and Angel books that I've read, so I'm going to try and remedy that now.
Starting with "The Evil That Men Do."
And I don't know why it's taken me so long to review this one, when it's probably one of my favorite ones that I've read? And maybe that's why: because I thought my review wouldn't do this justice. Also because there's a lot to cover with this book.
But the villain of this book is the vampire Helen and her lover Julian (also a vampire. In fact, he's the one who turned her. More on that later).
And the story with Helen in particular is really interesting and for sure one of the reasons why I love this novel! (And as an aside, I'm glad to have another female vampire villain, because I sort of wish we had more of them on the show?)
She's known as the Slayer of Slayers and had actually killed hundreds of Slayers in the past (the reason Giles and Angel had never mentioned her to Buffy was because they thought she was dead. Well, that's part of the reason Giles didn't, anyway. Oh, and Helen and Angelus were also lovers in the past. More on that later too). And eventually, the Watcher's Council outlawed her ever being mentioned in Watcher's Journals, because it would positively kill a Slayer's morale. Like, they would just give up before they'd even started training.
But before Helen became a vampire, she was actually best friends with a Slayer (I think her name was Diana). And Diana ended up having to save Helen from vampires in plain sight, which of course led to Diana having to reveal her secret identity to her best friend, despite herself.
But for a long time, Diana's secret actually drew the two closer together... (I should probably mention that all of this took place during the time of ancient Rome.) Until Diana was engaged to be married to a prince: an engagement that Diana was going to keep, despite her Watcher's protests about it. But both girls were in love with this prince; and the prince (who didn't love Diana or Helen) asked Helen if Diana was the Slayer (he already suspected: he just needed Helen to confirm it). And Helen was in love with this guy, so even though she didn't want to betray Diana, of course she told him the truth in the end (I think she was hoping that her doing so might make him choose her over Diana, perhaps in thinking that Diana had her duty, anyway, and that maybe she should be sticking to just that? But I might be putting words in her mouth here. So don't quote me on that part). The prince then sells this information to Caesar and after Caesar has the information he needs, he kills the prince and Helen and suspects that Diana always blamed her for that, of course (because Diana learns that she told him about it and betrayed her secret).
I think some time passes by... and I don't recall exactly why Caesar doesn't immediately do anything with the knowledge he has that Diana is the Slayer (it's been a while since I've read this book. Maybe that Caesar dies or is killed and another one takes over, that doesn't know it's Diana?). But Diana, Diana's Watcher, and Helen all agree that Helen should begin training as a decoy Slayer for Diana. And then Helen is kidnapped by Caesar and Diana and her Watcher get away. At first, they think Helen is the Slayer--since she was the decoy--but Caesar soon realizes that she isn't. And Helen is thrown into gladiator game after gladiator game, that she miraculously wins, becoming stronger and stronger.
Julian is a vampire who serves Caesar--because they have some mutual interests to, like, bring this demon god to earth, but Julian also has own agenda and plans to eventually kill Caesar when their plans succeed, of course--and he falls in love with Helen as he watches her.
For the longest time, Helen is convinced that Diana will come and save her... but she doesn't. And eventually, she begins to resent that she's really taken a place that should have been Diana's here.
But she never completely wavers in belief and commitment to Diana. Eventually, when Helen is wearing down and doesn't think she can go on anymore, Julian offers her the idea of immortality, but Helen stays strong against it...
Until Julian eventually catches Diana and offers her her life, basically saying, "I'll kill her if you don't let me turn you. But if you do let me turn you, you can then decide what I do with her." So Helen finally agrees.
But as a thirsty vampire, where her insecurities about Diana's possible betrayal are even more darkened, of course she kills Diana the moment she wakes up. And that's her first Slayer that she kills.
But with this history, I can definitely get why Helen becomes the "Slayer of Slayers," and I really loved this story. And as someone who survived a plethora of gladiator games before she was turned, you can also see why she surely had the strength to become what she did.
And I love that we see both sides of the Helen vs. Diana debacle.
Like, when Helen and Buffy are fighting at the end of the book (and Buffy knows her story at this point), Helen's saying how Diana betrayed her, and Buffy says she saved her. I don't entirely get what Buffy meant by that. I can only surmise that Diana had finally shown up to save Helen when Julian caught her there? (And who knows? Maybe she'd been trying for a long time to get to her, but was unable to. We only see Helen's side of the story, I mean. And the decoy thing may seem kind of Fd up. But I can also understand why the Watcher and Slayer would think that the Slayer would need to be free, at least a little while longer before they moved in with what was perhaps some sort of suicidal plan to try and save Helen, in order to protect the world).
But what actually goes on with Buffy and the gang in this book? Helen wants to kill Buffy, of course. That's a given (she and Julian are also still planning to try and raise that demon god). But she also wants to make a spectacle of it, and have it be a gladiator game (for obvious reasons, that's become her M.O.). And she kidnaps Buffy's friends for them to fight against her in a game (it's a full moon, so Oz is a werewolf, and she drugs the Scoobies to get them to fight her. And though Angel at first tells Buffy to kill him if she has to, they quickly come up with a ploy to pretend that Angel really didn't love her that much--and is choosing Helen--to turn the tides and get out of there).
Another really interesting thing, is that for a portion of this book... all of Sunnydale (except for Buffy and Angel, because it doesn't seem to affect supernatural beings) is under this, like, aggression spell, where everyone is super angry and hateful towards each other. I think it was part of the thing needed to try and wake the god. And it also made the city tear itself apart, so they couldn't try and stop Helen and Julian.
And you may be wondering why Helen and Angelus were lovers if Helen was with Julian... Well, I guess at one point he walled her in somewhere, not unlike what happened to phantom Dennis! So she didn't have much love for him after that happened! After she escaped from him, she met Angelus and fell in love with him--and Angelus met her, and thought he loved her (and they had planned to kill Julian, but I don't think it was too long after that that the gypsy curse happened). She did eventually go back to Julian (for some reason), but you can tell in this book, that her heart was always with Angelus (as she wants him back)... and Julian realizes it too, and that jealousy is actually part of their undoing (as Buffy and Angel use it to turn them against each other).
Anyway, this book was amazing and I loved it to pieces. And I probably can't recommend it enough, tbh.
Edit: Oh. Anyone wondering where Helen was for a while, it seems like she went off the grid for a while. Since after she'd killed so many Slayers, Slayers and Watchers put their all into killing her, of course, and she seemed to think that they might eventually succeed. So that seems to be why Giles and Angel thought she was dead.
#long post#buffy the vampire slayer#the evil that men do#buffy book#buffy tie-in book#another example of how in some of these book reviews i. like. tell you nothing because i don't want to spoil and then in others i#apparently have no chill and spill everything. this is the latter. sorry guys. i don't know how to do reviews. and yet i do them anyway#maybe i should tag spoilers. yeah. i'll do that#spoilers#the evil that men do spoilers
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YOU’RE INSECURE, DON’T KNOW WHAT FOR | Lewis Hamilton
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summary: george and carmen invite y/n over for dinner but also lewis, who happens to be one of y/n's biggest role models, is there.
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Faith felt excited and, why not say it, a little nervous as she made her way in her short blue floral-print dress with red wine bottle in her left hand towards the house that her friend Carmen shared with her boyfriend, Formula 1 driver George Russell. The young woman had been invited by the couple to have dinner with them, taking advantage of the break between the Canadian and Austrian Grand Prix.
No matter how much she tried to remedy it, she knew that her unease stemmed from the fact that, as her friend had told her, Lewis Hamilton, the host's teammate, would also be there. The redhead was passionate about motorsports and had been following the competition since she was a child, so that's why she was not only impressed to be friends with someone who was part of her biggest passion, but also to be able to meet one of her idols.
Once the girl arrived at the residence, she knocked on the door and waited at the entrance for a few seconds until she was greeted by Carmen, who had a wide smile on her face:
"Hi there!" shouted Carmen, stretching out her arms as if to give the girl in front of her a hug. "I've been really looking forward to seeing you. I've missed you, have I told you yet?"
"Carmen, we saw each other last week," Faith answered with a smile.
"I know, but I've missed you and spending time with you."
With that said, the brunette ushered in her guest, who timidly entered and looked around. Despite it being an informal dinner, she noticed that they had taken the time to decorate the house with some hanging lights and freshly bought flower pots. Moreover, the table was elegantly set, and the appetizing smell of food filled her nostrils.
When she found herself face to face with Lewis chatting animatedly with Russell, she knew she was in paradise.
Had she died and been welcomed into heaven with open arms?
"Faith!" exclaimed the blue-eyed man upon seeing his girlfriend's friend. "Come, come, let me introduce you two," he said, waving his arms for the girl to approach. "This is the seven-time world champion, Lewis Hamilton, although I'm sure you know him well."
The girl felt like her heart was going to burst out of her chest from how fast it was beating.
"Lewis," she expressed with a stutter that the brunette found quite cute, offering her hand, "it's a pleasure to meet you. I've been following you since you started in Formula 1 and, since then, you've been my biggest inspiration."
"The honor is mine, Faith," Hamilton responded, giving her a hug. "George and Carmen have told me a lot about you, so I'm glad to have finally met you."
As the night progressed, the four of them conversed animatedly, and on more than one occasion, Lewis and Faith talked alone, mainly because the couple acted as matchmakers for them. They realized that it wasn't just their passion for the world of motorsport that they had in common, but much more. It was undeniable that there was great chemistry between them, and both wanted and hoped to continue that kind of friendship beyond that dinner.
The gathering lasted until the early hours of the morning, and Faith panicked when she discovered on her mobile phone that it was two-thirty in the morning; although she didn't owe anyone an explanation, the next morning she had to act like a responsible adult and tidy up her small, but chaotic, apartment.
As she got up from the table, followed by Carmen and George, she thanked them both for their hospitality. Lewis, at that moment, realized that the young woman planned to walk home, which worried him.
Quickly, he approached the girl:
"Hey, Faith," he began to say, "let me take you home. It's not safe for you to go alone this late at night. There's crazy people out there, you know?"
The girl felt flattered by the proposal from the Brit, although she also didn't want to be a bother to him. Also, she liked being an independent woman.
"Thank you, Lewis," Faith replied, "but I can take care of myself. Besides, my house is just about three streets from here, so it's not even a ten-minute walk."
Hamilton didn't give up easily. The girl with whom he had gotten along so well that night, apart from being sleepy, was a bit tipsy from the very good wine she had brought. In conclusion: a magnet to attract any pervert.
"I'm sure you're a completely independent woman," the brunette continued, "but I can't leave you alone this late. And make it clear that you're not a burden to me either," he insisted. "Let me take you home, please."
The redhead stared at the pilot. His eyes showed honesty and, especially, concern. She realized that, as stubborn as he might be, he was only concerned about her safety.
After a few brief moments that were for mere show, she agreed.
"Okay, Lewis. If that will make you sleep better tonight, I guess I'll have to accept your very kind offer."
With a relieved smile, mentally patting himself on the back, Hamilton and Faith, after saying goodbye to George and Carmen, headed to the parking lot where the pilot had parked.
During the short car ride, they continued chatting and laughing, enjoying each other's company pleasantly, feeling increasingly comfortable with each other's company.
As Lewis's car parked in front of the apartment building where the girl lived, he carefully turned off the engine and turned to her, placing his arm on the passenger seat.
"I guess we've arrived," the Mercedes pilot said, with a timid smile on his face.
Faith returned the smile in gratitude for the man's gesture.
"Thank you for bringing me home," the girl clarified. "The truth is, I really appreciate that you insisted on bringing me back. I felt much safer with your company."
Before the girl proceeded to get out of the vehicle, Lewis gently took her hand, giving it a kiss.
"It's been a pleasure spending time with you tonight," he confessed, "well, and also getting to know you. Would you mind giving me your phone number, so we can stay in touch?"
"Of course," Faith replied, "I would love to see you again."
After exchanging phone numbers, they said goodbye with the hope and promise of seeing each other again. Without a doubt, the moment Faith entered the apartment building, climbed the stairs to her own, and entered, she knew that the dinner at her friends' house had marked a turning point in the relationship with the man she considered her idol.
The months went by, so did the relationship between Lewis and Faith, who tried to meet the driver whenever his schedule allowed them to.
The truth is, what started as a friendship between idol and admirer had ended up becoming something deeper. They talked every day, and knew each other even better than they knew themselves.
One day Lewis, with the intention of clarifying the non-dating relationship between him and the woman he considered his girl, decided to invite her to the next Grand Prix, which would take place at Silverstone. Faith, knowing that she couldn't continue hiding her feelings, gladly accepted the invitation.
The race on Sunday was a piece of cake for Hamilton, who secured the first victory of the 2023 season thanks to an engine failure for Max Verstappen, the championship leader, which forced him to retire from the race. It seemed surreal, but both the redhead and the brunette thought that, perhaps, she was the lucky charm of the seven-time world champion.
"Congratulations, Lew!" the girl shouted with joy as Lewis approached the members of his team.
After a brief nod, since he couldn't express much more with his helmet on, he went to the podium to receive his prize and then proceeded to do the corresponding interviews. Once he had fulfilled his duties as the winner, he quickly sent a message to Faith, telling her that they would be going to have dinner that same night to one of the man's favorite restaurants.
Obviously, Faith accepted, and a few hours later she found herself arm in arm with Lewis entering a private dining area at said restaurant.
While they enjoyed some dishes that were already customary for the Brit, but a pleasant surprise for the girl, there was a moment when Lewis stopped eating and began to stare at his companion intently.
"Faith, I want to be completely honest with you," the young man began, his voice full of emotion. "I am deeply in love with you, from the moment I met you; and, from what you have indicated to me over these months that we have continued our relationship, I know that you feel the same way too."
Faith knew that her companion was right, and at that moment, she felt her whole body tense up. What would a person with worldwide fame and an impressive status in the world of sports do with a girl like her, who worked as a waitress in a bar?
She had no doubt that serving drinks didn't measure up to racing at 300 kilometers per hour every other weekend.
Lewis noticed that Faith was starting to overthink things, he could tell by her face. Therefore, he took her hand and continued speaking:
"I know you're worried because our lives are poles apart, but I want you to know that I don't care at all about what people might think if we take the next step," he explained. "The only thing that matters to me is you. You're insecure, and I don't know what for."
The redhead looked at Lewis, giving him a look that gave her enough confidence to confess her feelings:
"I'm also in love with you, Lewis," she finally admitted, "but I'm afraid I won't be able to live up to what you deserve."
Lewis got up from his seat, approached her, and hugged her, trying to comfort her.
"I can't promise you that everything will be a bed of roses," the pilot declared, stooping down to her level, "but I assure you that I'll be walking alongside you to make the journey easier for us."
Faith nodded, agreeing with Lewis, finally realizing that fear was preventing her from moving forward with her life.
"You're right, Hami," the girl said. "Fear is paralyzing me."
"So... does that mean you're officially becoming my wonderful girlfriend?"
A mischievous smile appeared on Lewis Hamilton's face, who had finally achieved what he had desired so much since that dinner he had been invited to by his teammate and his girlfriend.
"Of course," Faith replied. "I'm ready to become Formula 1 newest favorite wag."
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Bit of a downer to come home and here Pluto the betta has gone. He wasn't well for weeks with a possible tumour. We tried to medicate him in case it was something else, and gave him lots of frozen live food, but it obviously just wasn't something we could help with. We only had him months. I hope he enjoyed his short time with us. He was so young and we were so excited to see how he continued to grow and flourish. We tried to spoil him and give him (and the other fish ofc) the best life we could offer. It has been strange not seeing him swimming around like he used to, the tank looks so empty. We will probably try to find a new boy shortly for the tank, but he was our first and started our love for betta, and started a thing that me and my mum could do together (fishkeeping). In a way, I'm glad one of us didn't have to do it with clove oil and he just went on his own, but I hope he didn't suffer too much while we were trying to remedy him...
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*He can only look you up and down for a moment, admiring your choice of outfit. His heart skips when he notices you’re wearing a dress. Seeing you in one always made him weak and he had to shake his head to stop his mind from wandering too much. He gives you a wry smile.* Today is a blue day, hm? And you smell incredible. I love that perfume.
*Your positive reaction to the flowers he’d gotten fills his chest with pride. He was proud of himself for remembering your favorite. He was even more glad when you kiss him so passionately. It might’ve been a minute since you’d gone out together, but the fire was still there. His hands slide from your lower back to your hips and give them a light squeeze. When you finally pull away, he groans a little at the loss of your lips on his.*
There’s no reason to apologize, love. We’ve both been busy. That’s what happens when you get two go-getters together. *he winks* but like you said, we’re together now and we don’t have to think about anything stressful at all while we are together.
*A slight blush heats up his cheeks when you compliment and tease him about his cologne. He’d been hoping you’d like it and he was glad you approved of it.*
I actually booked us a morning river boat cruise for the first part of our date. We’ll be able to get a nice view of the city while having a light breakfast. There will be tea, coffee, fresh fruit, and some other food options. I hope that’s okay.
- Iwa
(Sorry it took me a minute to reply. I hope Hajime can make you smile ❤️)
*She can't help but to blush a bit at the way he looks at her, letting out a little laugh when she notices the way in which he shakes his head. It took them some time to adjust to each other's tempers but as of now, she was able to read him like an open book and the smiles she gives him back is soft and slightly provocative* Just felt like it. The fabric is light and wearing a dress and being pretty for my incredibly strong and handsome boyfriend once in a while won't kill me, right? *She kisses his cheek softly* I'm glad you appreciate my choice of perfume. I wanted to match how much I love that cologne of yours...
*She smiles happily seeing he is able to remember that sort of detail about her. Her favourite flowers, her favourite scents... He doesn't look like the type to pay much attention to such little things, that is, until you see him in the court. He pays attention to absolutely everything about volleyball in the court and about his loved ones out of it. And fortunately, she has recently entered the latter circle. She enjoys the kiss and the love he pours into it, and how passionate he is about her. That little squeeze of him on her hips got her smiling within the kiss, as she carefully places her hand on his nape to deepen it just a bit more, sighing at the loss of his lips, warm and welcoming as the kiss breaks* Missed you way too much. So I'm really happy we can finally enjoy some quality time together even if we are go- getters... We are also a couple and we also need to spend time as such. So I'm really happy and glad to see you here! *She says smiling happily and entwining her hand with his* when I'm with you nothing stressful really comes to my mind!. You are my best remedy against stress and you know it. *She gives his hand a little squeeze and her whole face lightens up the moment he reveals the plan for the first part of the day.* Hajime that is incredible! You booked a river boat cruise for us that includes breakfast?! *She exclaims happy as she could ever be as she hugs him tightly and pecks his lips* That is the best plan in the world. And thanks a lot for indulging my sweet tooth babe...especially early in the morning. I love you. *She slowly caresses his cheek with her thumb and smiles*. I'm ready whenever you are. Just promise you will also let me pay something please. * She asks looking at him in complicity*
(Hi there lovely mod!!! Thanks a lot for bringing iwa to my inbox! He is incredible as usual! Sending you a big hug and a kiss 😘😘 you are adorable! This really made me happy!)
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Greetings wonderful Citizens, and you nerds!
My name is Rose, mainly they/them pronouns but I enjoy the occasional 'he' figuratively thrown in there as well :P
I've been following Sanders Sides for ~5 years at the time of writing this (that's my best estimate at least) and it's meant a lot to me, but beyond a couple of reblogs on my main here and there and comments under AO3 fics, I've never really participated in the fandom much and don't really know anyone who's actively into the series.
I'm hoping to remedy all of that with this little side blog!
Now, a couple Side-related things about me...
Current Favorite Side?
Logan for sure- Though, Roman might have recently become an additional favorite as well. Those two have SO many issues I love them so much...
and if you're wondering if that "them" right here refers to the Sides or their Issues™, you'll find that the answer is simply "yes" :P
Initial favorite side?
Early on it was Virgil, I believe! Followed by the microsoft nerd in second place, then on equal footing. I don't actually remember at what point that stuff changed and Logan became my fave🤔
What about the other sides?
Well, first of all how I feel about Janus changes every other day, lol.
Patton has been getting a lot more interesting! I used to not be a big fan because I'm not really one for the extremely bubbly characters - much like I used to not like Roman as much as the others, actually. But nowadays Patton himself is having some Issues™ and that is something I very much enjoy hehe
Virge used to be my favorite, but for some reason my brain doesn't latch onto him as much as it used to. Still love him! But, he's a bit more in the background when I think about the Sides nowadays.
Remus is a trash goblin. He can be really funny sometimes and I love some of his mannerisms, but alas I'm not the biggest fan beyond that- Well, not the biggest fan of him, but I'm still very glad that he's a part of the series. DWIT and WTIT are two of my favorite episodes, actually.
And as for the orange side... at the time of writing this, we don't know anything about orange other than his appearance in WTIT and a couple of theories. Personally, I really really want Logan himself to be orange. I think that would lead to a lot of interesting growth for him as a character and would really shake up the entire cast - along with bringing some more context to his general tendency towards being a little hot-headed on occasion.
Favorite ship?
I don't really do a lot of shipping. If I had to choose one it would be Logince - Logan and Roman both have SO MANY ISSUES that they're just burying or hiding and they just. They fit so well together, whether platonically or otherwise.
Any AUs?
As of writing this, I've not really delved much into the realm of AUs. At least not ones that aren't canon-adjacent.
But I am working on one within my brain-cage! It's likely gonna stay there, beyond some art if I feel like it, unless someone ends up messaging me about it. It also doesn't really have a name set in stone just yet, so as of right now I just refer to it as the Lost Sides AU. It moves the timeline around a bit, particularly on how early Creativity split, considers the sides to maybe be not entirely imaginary (magic stuff. still trying to work that part out properly), and gives Logan a hell of a lot more trauma, haha.
I'm working on spotify playlists for the guys from this AU right now, too :V
Favourite types of fics to read?
ideally? hurt/comfort, platonic logince-centric, somewhat canon-adjacent universe, no nsfw, if orange is in it he's not a separate side but rather just another part of Logan
But I also just generally tend to enjoy Logan and/or Roman-centric canon-adjacent sfw hurt/comfort stuff. I'm a sucker for angst but prefer when it has a good ending eventually :v
Okay, that's all i can think of right now! Welcome to my blog lol
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So I'm currently unemployed because I got fired for taking too much sick leave (it was legally sketchy blah blah blah but in the end I just can't work and take care of myself and investigate my mystery health problems at the same time). So I've been spending more time writing!
I really admire your writing and loved Hunger Pangs. I'm looking forward to the poly elements developing and I'm wondering if you have any advice for writing about poly. I've made one of my projects a snarky take on "write what you know" ... Apparently what I know is southern gothic meets Pacific northwest gothic, chronic illness pandemic surrealism, and falling back-asswards into threesomes.
I know this is a very open-ended question and I don't expect an answer, I'm just curious about it if you have the energy. As a writer, trying to write honestly / realistically about polyamory/enm, I'm curious if you have any thoughts on what's different about portraying monogamy or nonmonogamy in books, romance or erotica or otherwise.
I'm trying to read examples but it's hard to find examples that fit the niche I'm looking at. Excuse me if this question is nonsense, it's the cluster headaches.
I'm sorry to hear you've been dealing with all that and solidarity on the cluster headaches. But I'm glad you're finding an outlet through writing! And I hope you're happy with an open-ended ramble in response because oh boy, there's a lot I could talk about and I could probably do a better job of answering this sort of thing with more specific questions, but let's see where we end up.
There's definitely a big difference between writing polyamory/ENM (ethical non-monogamy) and what people often expect from monogamous love stories.
Just even from a purely sales and marketing standpoint, the moment you write anything polyamorous (or even just straight up LGBTQIA+ without the ENM) you're going to get considered closer to being erotica/obscene than hetero romances. It's an unfair bias, but it's one that exists in our society. But also the Amazon algorithm and their shitty, shitty human censors. Especially the ones that work the weekends. (Talking to you, Carlos 🖕.)
So not only do you start out hyper-aware that you're writing something that is highly stigmatized or fetishized (at least I'm hyper-aware) but that you are also writing for a niche market that is starving for positive content because the content that exists is either limited, not what they want, or is problematic in some fashion i.e. highly stigmatized or fetishy. And even then, the wants, desires, and expectations of the community you're writing for are complex and wildly varied and hard to fit into an easy formula.
When writing monogamous love stories, there is a set expectation that’s really hard to fuck up once you know it. X person meets Y. Attraction happens, followed by some sort of minor conflict/resolution. Other plot may happen. A greater catalyst involving personal growth for both parties (hopefully) happens. Follow the equation to its ultimate resolution and achieve Happily Ever After.
But writing ENM is... a lot more difficult, if only because of the pure scope of possibilities. You could try to follow the same equation and shove three (or more) people into it, but it rarely works well. Usually because if you’re doing it right, you won’t have enough room in a single character arc to allow for enough growth, and if ENM requires anything in abundance, it’s room to grow.
And this post is huge so I’m going to put the rest under a cut :)
There's also a common refrain in certain online polyam/ENM circles that triads and throuples are overrepresented in media and they may be right to some extent. Personally, I believe the issue isn't that triads and throuples are overrepresented, but that there is such minuscule positive rep of ethical non-monogamy in general, that the few tiny instances we have of triads in media make it seem like it's "everywhere" when in actuality, it's still quite rare and the media we do have often veers into Unicorn Hunter fetish porn. Which is its own problematic thing. And just to be clear, I’m not including this part to dissuade you from writing "falling back-asswards into threesomes." If anything, I need more of it and would hook it directly into my brain if I could. I'm just throwing it out there into the void in the hope that someone will take the thought and run with it, lol.
I’d love to see more polyfidelitous rep in fiction, just as much as I’d like to see more relationship anarchy too. More diversity in fiction is always good.
Another thing that differs in writing ENM romance vs conventional monogamy is the feeling like you need to justify yourself. There's a lot of pressure to be as healthy and non-problematic as possible because you are being held to a higher standard of criticism. Both from people from without the ENM communities, and from the people within. Granted, some people don't give a shit and just want to read some fantastic porn (valid) but there are those who will cheerfully read Fifty Shades of Bullshit and call it "spicy" and "romantic," then turn around and call the most tooth-rottingly-sweet-fluff about a queer platonic polycule heresy. That's just the way the world works.
(Pro-tip for author life in general: never read your own reviews; that way madness lies. I glimpsed one the other day that tagged Hunger Pangs as “ethical cheating” and just about had an aneurism.)
And while that feeling of needing to justify yourself comes from a valid place of being excluded from the table of socially accepted norms, it can also be to the detriment of both the story and the subject matter at hand. I've seen some authors bend so far over backward to avoid being problematic in their portrayal of ENM, they end up being problematic for entirely different reasons. Usually because they give such a skewed, rose-tinted perspective of how things work, it ends up coming off as well... a bit culty and obnoxious tbh.
“Look how enlightened we are, freed from the trappings of monogamy and jealousy! We’re all so honest and perfect and happy!”
Yeah, uhu, sure Jan. Except here’s the thing, not all jealousy is bad. How you act on it can be, but jealousy itself is an important tool in the junk drawer that is the range of human emotion. It can clue us in to when we’re feeling sad or neglected, which in turn means we should figure out why we’re feeling those things. Sometimes it’s because brains are just like that and anxiety is a thing. Other times it’s because our needs are actually being neglected and we are in an unhealthy situation we need to remedy. You gotta put the work in to figure it out. Which is the same as any style of relationship, whether it’s mono, polyam or whatever flavor of ENM you subscribe to* And sometimes you just gotta be messy, because that’s how humans are. Being afraid to show that mess makes it a dishonest portrayal, and it also robs you of some great cannon fodder for character development.
Which brings me in a roundabout way to my current pet peeve in how certain writers take monogamous ideals and apply them to ENM, sometimes without even realizing it. The “Find the Right Person and Settle Down” trope.
Often, in this case, ENM or polyamory is treated as a phase. Something you mature out of with age or until you meet “The One(tm).” This is, of course, an attempt to follow the mono style formula expected in most romances. And while it might appeal to many readers, it’s uh, actually quite insulting.
To give an example, I am currently seeing this a lot in the Witcher fandom.
Fanon Netflix!Jaskier is everyone's favorite ethical slut until he meets Geralt then woops, wouldn’t you know, he just needed to find The One(tm). Suddenly, all his other sexual and romantic exploits or attractions mean nothing to him. Let's watch as he throws away a core aspect of his personality in favor of a man.
Yeah... that sure showed those societal norms...
If I were being generous, I’d say it’s a poor attempt at showing New Relationship Euphoria and how wrapped up people can become in new relationships. But honestly, it’s monogamous bias eking its way in to validate how special and unique the relationship is. Because sometimes people really can’t think of any other way to show how important and valid a relationship is without defining it in terms of exclusivity. Which is a fundamental misunderstanding of how ENM works for a lot of people and invalidates a lot of loving, serious and long-term relationships.
This is not to say that some polyam/poly-leaning people can't be happy in monogamous relationships! I am! (I consider myself ambiamorous. I'm happy with either monogamy or polyamory, it really just depends on the relationship(s) I’m in.) But I also don't regard my relationship with a mono partner as "settling down" or "growing up." It's just a choice I made to be with a person I love, and it's a valid one. Just like choosing to never close yourself off to multiple relationships is valid. And I wish more people realized that, or rather, I wish the people writing these things knew that :P
Anyway, I think I’ve rambled enough. I hope this collection of incoherent thoughts actually makes some sense and might be useful.
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*A good resource book that doesn't pull any punches in this regard is Polysecure by Jessica Fern. It's a wonderfully insightful read that explores the messier side of consensual non-monogamy, especially with how it can be affected by trauma or inter-relationship conflicts. But it also shows how to take better steps toward healthy, ethical non-monogamy (a far better job than More Than Two**) and conflict resolution, making it a valuable resource both for someone who is a part of this relationship style***, but also for writers on the outside looking in who might have a very simple or misguided idea of what conflict within polyam/ENM relationships might look like, vs traditional monogamous ones.
** The author of More Than Two has been accused of multiple accounts of abuse within the polyamorous community, with many of his coauthors having spoken out about the gaslighting and emotional and psychological damage they experienced while in a relationship with him. A lot of their stories are documented here: https://www.itrippedonthepolystair.com/ (warning: it is not light material and deals with issues of abuse, gaslighting, and a whole other plethora of Yikes.) While some people still find More Than Two helpful reading, there are now, thankfully, much, much better resources out there.
*** Some people consider polyam/ENM to be part of their identity or orientation, while others view it as a relationship style.It largely depends on the individual.
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George caring for a sick Dhani 💜
(thank you to @pmak2002 for this request!! it was supposed to be just a blurb but I did a little research beforehand and it ended up pretty much becoming a whole fic 😅 oops... either way, I hope you enjoy this one! 💕)
When Dhani wakes up for school on Monday morning, he immediately knows something his wrong. His throat is sore, his nose is runny, and his muscles ache like nothing he's felt before. He painstakingly drags himself out of bed, clutching the sheet around him, and heads straight to his parents' bedroom where he finds his mum Olivia still in bed. Dhani notices that the bathroom door is cracked open and cautiously steps inside to find his father, George, brushing his teeth. "Dad..?" he says quietly, voice hoarse. George startles, turning around to see Dhani in his unfortunate state and spits his mouthful of toothpaste into the sink, letting the water wash it down the drain before turning the tap off. "What is it, my boy? You sound bloody awful..," he gently presses the back of his hand to Dhani's forehead to assess his temperature. "You seem to be running quite the fever, son- let's get you to the doctor, all right? Just let me finish up in here and I'll be right out to take ye" George says. Dhani nods weakly, coughing into his elbow, and shuffles out of the room. George jumps into action- he swishes and spits some mouthwash, changes out of his sleepwear into a button-up and jeans, and sprints to the car, his son following close behind him and hopping into the passenger's seat.
"This is ridiculous.." George mutters under his breath as he walks his son out of the clinic and gets into the driver's seat of his car. They had been able to see the doctor almost instantly upon arriving; he had taken some swabs, run a few tests, and determined that Dhani had contracted the flu: "He probably picked it up from school," the doc had said. When George had requested a prescription of some kind to alleviate his son's symptoms, the doctor simply shook his head: "I'm afraid there isn't much we can do for him. The flu's been going around at many schools, I've seen a lot of children this past week with the same complaints. As it stands, all I can tell you is to give him some over-the-counter medicine, bring him some saltwater to gargle for that sore throat, and be sure he gets plenty of fluids and bedrest." George tried to argue, stating that there must be something he can do to cure Dhani of his illness sooner- but as the doc's hands were tied and George didn't want to subject his son to more stress, he took Dhani by the hand and led him out of the office, through the lobby, and back to the car. "Alright, my boy," George sighs- "seeing that the doctor was no help whatsoever, we're headed straight to the drugstore for anything that'll help you feel better. Sound good?"
"Yeah Dad, sounds good" Dhani croaks out and smiles weakly, glad just to spend some time with his father. Being a famous musician and all, George isnt able to spend as much time with his son as he'd like to, a lot of it consumed by work and media-related endeavors. Dhani admired his Dad more than anyone else in his life and though they rarely got the chance to hang out nowadays, they were practically best friends and had formed a close bond throughout his childhood. George was always a fun parent, bringing his son along to festivals and such ("Don't tell yer mum," he'd say with a grin), and sticking up for Dhani to authority figures and even other kids at his school- he was fiercely protective of his boy. However, he was also a gentle parent who allowed Dhani the chance to explore and express himself, and had fostered a mutual respect between the two of them since his son was but a toddler.
"I'm pulling you from school for the whole week" "But what if I'm- *cough*- all better before then?" "Just in case, Dhani- it's not like you really need them and their indoctrination, anyway.." George grumbles, never having been a fan of traditional schools or their teachings. Dhani however has always cared about his grades and paid close attention to the lessons he's been taught, in spite of what his father thinks. "...Okay, Dad" he says meekly, wanting to protest but unwilling to sacrifice more quality time with his famous father. George pulls into the parking lot of the nearest drugstore and marches in, intent on gathering all the supplies his sick boy could need: tissues, lozenges, cough syrup, pain medication, ice packs, and even more tissues- 'just in case.' He makes his way to the checkout, queuing up, paying for the items and hauling his bags back to the car. He drives Dhani home as quickly as possible, carrying him to bed and tucking him in before calling and cancelling any studio time, interviews, or collaborations he'd previously planned. There's only one committment he can't cancel- dinner with Paul tonight for the first time in ages. George sets his son up with all of the remedies he'd bought and tells his wife Olivia everything about the situation, including the "unhelpful and useless" doctor they had gone to see. She of course agrees to care for Dhani, sending her husband on his way to dinner with one of his long-time best friends.
The following day George rises just before noon, having stayed up late to pal around with Macca. He runs the few errands on his agenda, including grabbing his family some lunch, and pulls into his driveway back home where he spots the vehicle of none other than Richard Starkey parked outside. He makes his way to his son's room to discover that Uncle Ringo had come to visit the sick young lad (having found out from Paul that Dhani had come down with a bad case of the flu), joking and cheering him up to distract him from his poor state. The two close friends chat for some time in the living room before Ritchie departs, Olivia checking up on Dhani in the meantime. George thanks his wife and dismisses her from her nurse duties, taking on the responsibility himself. He tiptoes to his son's bedroom cautiously and enterd to see that he's been tucked in, the ice pack George had picked up from the store the previous day resting on his forehead, half-lidded eyes trained onto the telly. "Dhani..?" "Oh- *cough*- hey, Dad"
George approaches the bed and sits down carefully, holding a paper bag out to Dhani. "I brought you a burrito- your favorite," he grins down at his son, who takes the bag: "Really? *cough*- Thanks Dad, you're the best!" he says, hands emerging from the blankets to tear into the treat. George stays sat on the bed, determined to spend time with his sick boy and make sure he knows how loved he is. Glancing around the room at the piano and guitars he's bought and played with Dhani, then back to the young man, Ringo's words from earlier echo in his mind: "He's growing up into such a wonderful lad. He's just like you, ye know- good looks and all."
Olivia had always said they were very alike, but he'd usually dismissed the observation... until now. George couldn't help but realize that they were right- though he was but eleven years old Dhani was already becoming a very talented and creative musician, having learned much about music from his dad. He'd certainly taken after his Beatle father in that regard, and they were in fact very similar- not to mention their near identical looks. Sharing his Dad with the world had been difficult and a bit isolating for Dhani despite his many school mates. He admired and looked up to George from a very young age, always striving to be just like him. As Dhani grew up before George's eyes, he became more and more like his father by the day and George was immensely proud.
His train of thought was broken suddenly when Dhani finished the burrito, crumpling the paper bag and tossing it into the bin. He landed the throw, earning a hearty laugh and a high five from his father. He closed his eyes and laid back, George stroking his hair gently, the two of them cherishing this moment of father-son love. "Are you gettin' sleepy, Dhani?" he asked tenderly- his son nodded in response, already drowsy despite the brightness of the late afternoon sun. "Tell you what- I'll play you a lullaby, that way you can rest easier and know that I'm here beside you." "Dad," Dhani chuckled, "aren't I a little too old for that?" he lied, secretly longing for the affectionate gesture. George grabbed his son's acoustic guitar from its stand and begin to tune it: "You're never too old for yer old man's love and attention, eh? Now you just relax, close your eyes, and rest." Dhani didn't protest any further, heeding his father's instructions with a soft smile on his face. With that, George began to play- he chose "Here Comes The Sun," fingers strumming the strings gently and with care, dedicating the sweet words to his beloved son. By the time he was finished Dhani was fast asleep- grin faltering as he drifted off, but still visible on his lips. George placed the guitar back on the stand gently, taking care not to wake the sleeping lad. He smiled to himself, tears welling in his eyes as he turned to admire his son's peaceful face. "I love you, my boy," he whispered, placing a gentle kiss on Dhani's forehead before tip-toeing out of the room and shutting the door cautiously. Back pressed against the wooden door, George let his eyelids fall shut and sighed: "Sweet dreams, Dhani." ♡
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