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I was wondering more about the very interesting choice for the show runners to have the time on the train reflect real life. There are many shows, movies, and books that all decide to have the "adventure dimension" on a different time scale as the real world. Like in Narnia. where irl times freezes, allowing the children to grow into adulthood and then return to their children-selves when they exit the wardrobe. Infinity train doesn't do that. The amount of time that passes on the train is exactly the amount of time that passes in the real world. THAT is very interesting! It got me thinking about the aftermath of being on the infinity train, and the possibilities of that.
There's the inherent angst of people going missing for weeks, months, and even years, and not really being open about where they were. Maybe they try explaining, but since "a magic train took me" is an insane answer to "where did you go for [weeks, months, years]", it ends up just causing arguments. Depending on the circumstances, it could go away. And you time on the train just a Weird Time in your life that only you know about, and your loved ones are sad to think that you won't let them in. Maybe you went missing for years, and in a dramatic twist, the search for you spread across the country. One of those missing children's cases that make True Crime Podcast hosts excited to make a new episode. You're a cold case. Presumed dead. Maybe you try to return home, but find that your family left. they moved, or died, or who knows? How long were you even gone? Do you know? You have no life. In some cases, you grew up on the train. You don't remember how the real world works. You talk to animals, expecting them to respond.
Take this to an even further extreme: do you try to go back? You had friends there, and even a life. Sure, it would be dangerous, but the real world isn't your home anymore. Research on the train leads to dead ends. Nobody knows what you're talking about when you ask about a train that "goes on forever and had magical cars that can have anything in them." Or maybe-
There is a less angsty option, in my mind, where the internet allows people to talk about these things in blog posts and diaries, and as news gets around with stories like "all the child said was a magic train picked them up and they met a talking dog who helped them", more and more people start connecting and talking about the train. Maybe they have a forum. They meet friends. They start this sort of underground group of people who all visited the train because "Finally! Someone Understands Me."
It's just- the aftermath of the train. You go home after seeing all this stuff and what? You're supposed to be NORMAL? No, I refuse. I wouldn't be normal.
#likeabpost#infinity train#this idea won't leave me alone#it's just circulating my mind right now so i typed it out here#it's so interesting to me the aftermath of extraordinary adventures in media#like the return home after the hero's journey#it's going home a fundamentally different person and having experienced things beyond imagination#wondering how someone copes with that
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A routine inspired by thewizardliz ? She has skin care hair care routine reads motivating books
How to live like thewizardliz 🧚🏼♀️🪄⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ quit your lazy girl era!
This is a guide on daily routines inspired by Thewizardliz! This routine is perfect to stop being lazy and pathetic and finally start taking care of yourself!
content list (routines):
morning
study
workout
shower + self care
night
(_ _ ) . . z Z⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚୨ :★: ୧ ∗ ˖࣪ ໒꒱ ˚₊·
✸ ꒰ morning routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆
🧼 First things first, after you wake up make sure to drink water to boost your metabolism throughout the day! Also, create a mind movie so you can watch it everyday after you wake up.
Now, take your journal and start writing about your dream, ideal higher self, ask yourself questions like ‘What reality do i want to create?´ 'Who do i look up to?’ ‘What is the behavior I need to change about myself?’ ‘What's a new habit that I would like to create?’ ‘What is a thing I can focus on right now?’. After we have in mind who we want to become, it's important that every little decision you make today is centered to achieve your goals, and become your dream self. You can listen to a podcast while doing this so you get motivation!
💶 Then, head to the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror and start repeating positive affirmations, such as ‘I am so beautiful’ or ‘My hair looks so pretty today’, even if you don't believe it, having a positive mindset is going to help us to stay in track with our goals!
Take care of your teeth, Liz says that our smile is one of the most important things in a person, and one of the key things that is going to make you more attractive! so, make sure to brush your teeth, floss, clean your tongue, etc.
🛣 Liz has a rather simple skincare routine, since her skin is so sensitive, it only consists of using a foam cleanser, moisturizer and eye cream to help with her eye bags.
Next step is to research and find our own personal clothing and makeup style, find out your body type, personal color, face shape, etc. It doesn't matter if you have to mix multiple styles that already exist to make your own! The most important thing is to feel comfortable while wearing those clothes or having that type of makeup on your face.
🏔 Liz doesn't like to force herself to have breakfast, she just dont eat if she's not hungry, however if you are hungry rather than focusing on calories focus on how nutritious your meal is. Whatsoever if you are not hungry and you are not going to eat, make sure to always take your vitamins and supplements!
✸ ꒰ study routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆
Yes, it's time to drink a little more water!
⛰ Liz doesn't have a settled study routine but, it's important to spend our time wisely, if you can finish an assignment way before the time it's due, DO IT! Also, she emphasized that knowledge leads to confidence. If you put effort in your studies, every little thing in your life will slowly fall into place.
✸ ꒰ workout routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆
First, set healthy goals, like toning up your body or building muscle, try not to make ‘just being skinny’ your goal.
🧩 second, don't measure yourself with a scale or measuring tape and focus on how you look in the mirror, are you satisfied? if you are then you are done with the intense workout routine!
Liz goes to the gym and has her own personal training program, but here’s some kind of exercises she recommends; weight training, pilates and dancing with her main focus being toning up her abs and butt.
🏄♀️ Remember to drink water and that consistency is more important than perfection, go at your own pace, it doesn't matter if you can't do a 2 hour workout and look snatched in 3 days and you can only do a 5 minute workout, every little effort adds up!
✸ ꒰ shower and self care routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆
Before showering, do dry brushing to exfoliate your skin and increase circulation (1-2 times per week). Then use shampoo and conditioner, research to find the best one for you, what may help others won't help you. Liz also uses a hair mask 1 to 2 times per week to get that shiny silk hair.
🎾 After showering take some time to shape and pluck your eyebrows depending on your face shape and what impression you want to give!
Liz uses face masks 1 to 2 times per week to cleansing her face deeply, then she does her skincare. After applying all the products do a lymphatic massage on your face and neck, you can also cool down your face with massagers or cold spoons for an extra depuff.
🍾 For self care, you can journal again, search for shadow work prompts, think of what things you should unlearn and relearn and don't forget to practice gratitude. Or you can take time to clean your room or house, you deserve to have a clean safe place!
Oh! and don't forget to drink water again.
✸ ꒰ night routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆
🧃 Time for dinner! (only if you are not full yet), again, make sure to focus on nutrients rather than calories. Don't forget to drink a glass of water with your dinner. You can watch a documentary while eating to keep gaining even more knowledge.
Now, do your oral hygiene routine again. Also, put on eyelash conditioner and serum to wake up with perfect lashes! Then wear a silk cap or do a protective hairstyle to protect your hair from getting damaged while you're sleeping.
🍵 Then get in bed and drink a cup of tea with collagen to start relaxing your body. and it's finally time to manifest! watch your mind movie again and use your most useful method (affirming visualizing, subliminals, etc.), don't forget to ask god, the universe or whatever you believe in for signals and help!
Afterwards, you can read an inspirational book like ‘atomic habits’ or ‘the art of thinking clearly’ to keep nourishing your brain. keep a reachable goal like reading 5 pages everyday and then decide if you want to continue reading or not.
🥬 Before sleeping listen to a guided meditation, liz have one to be more confident and one to attract money, choose one that aligns with your goals!
Finally fall asleep in a healthy sleeping position, Liz sleeps in her back looking at the roof, but you can choose your favorite position, don't forget to get a pillow that fits the position (example: tall and lofty pillow -> for sleeping on your side)
🍈 Good night!
Woah second request done!! hope you liked this one was pretty fun to do and I might add some of these things in my own personal routine so I don't fall back into laziness, anyways how about you guys??
toodlezzzz!1!!!!!
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Can I request an omegaverse where R is a beta but when she meets Alpha! Agatha, R’s body changes and become in omega! R?
Please 🥺
SAY YES TO HEAVEN
PAIRINGS: Agatha Harkness x reader
WORD COUNT: 1,832
WARNINGS: ABO universe, smut, car sex, handjobs, breeding, multiple orgasms, creampies, marking, possessiveness, praise, degrading, think that’s all :))
NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!
Agatha never intended to fall in love with someone like you, someone who wasn’t part of her kind. You were a beta, failing to fit in with the majority of society and often finding yourself as an outcast to most, but that only seemed to make your girlfriend fall harder.
You tried to understand what her role as an Alpha meant and the fact that she was destined to be with an Omega, something you weren’t but now wish you could be. She wasn’t like any of the Alpha’s you came across, she cared about more than sex and saw you as a human being, not just a piece of meat to use and throw away once she was done.
But eventually, over the course of nine months, you noticed changes in your body. It started out small when you noticed a growing heat in your lower region, but you assumed it was natural. Then when she was stroking your face, her fingers pumping deep inside of you, an almost purr-like noise left your gaping mouth. You could tell the effect it had on her as well, she had been waiting to hear her partner release such sounds of pleasure.
Then came the need, it was more than ever before, even looking in the woman’s eyes caused a throb to erupt on your clit. What was happening? You didn’t know, which meant you did the only logical thing and visited your doctor.
Agatha offered to take you to the appointment after you informed her of your emotions and physicalities as of late. She had been sensing it too, your smell felt like it was pulling her in, and the urge to claim you as hers only grew.
“It’s going to be alright, my love. If anything happens I’ll be right there with you.” Her words and sweet smile seemed to ease the shaking of your leg before a knocking was placed on the door. The older woman stepped through with what seemed to be an irritated look, she must’ve had a long day, you thought.
“So, tell me, Y/N, what seems to be the problem today?” Came her voice after a few minutes of small talk. A blood-pressure pump was wrapped around your arm and had been squeezing tighter and tighter, cutting off your circulation before you slowly gained it back after release.
“Well, uhm,” Agatha gave you a reassuring look. “I’ve been noticing- the both of us have, actually that there seems to be a change in my body lately and I don’t really know what to do or what it could mean.” You explained, receiving a hum from the doctor as she continued to type on her laptop.
“Mm, and your wife here- is she also a beta?” You blushed at the title she gave your girlfriend and noticed she shared the same reaction.
“Uh, my girlfriend is not a beta, no. She’s actually an alpha.” Her eyebrows rose before shaking it off, but you were used to the reaction, it wasn’t considered normal to see a pair like you together.
“Alright, I think it’s best if I perform a thorough exam, just to be safe. Why don’t you take off your clothes and I’ll be right back.”
The rest of the exam went considerably well, but it almost pained your partner seeing the professional place their hands on your body, on her body. You were hers, it felt almost predatory how much possessiveness could be caused by such a small act.
But when the painfully long wait finally came to an end, you were greeted with the news you had been starting to expect, your body was developing to match your mate’s, you were forming the traits of an omega.
“There’s nothing wrong with it, it’s actually much more common than you think.” The doctor tried to persuade you, but your mind was still swirling a mile a minute. When earning nothing but silence from your end, Agatha spoke for you.
“Uh, thank you, Miss, we appreciate your help.” She left with a nod and the two of you soon left after her, Agatha secretly smiling to herself as she opened the car door for you.
“You know, it’s really not that bad if you think about it.” There were barely any cars in the parking lot besides yours, most likely because they were nearing closing hours.
“Are you really that upset about this?” She didn’t understand why you kept your head in your hands while leaning forward, did you not want to be her omega?
“I’m not upset, I’m just-” You couldn’t finish as a small whine left you, not quite quiet enough to slip by her listening ears.
“Then tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, baby.” She tried to bring herself closer to you in hopes of getting a hold of you, only to feel your lips being placed on hers in a hurry. You used both hands to grasp harshly at her cheeks, already starting to climb over the dashboard as you found comfort on her lap.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, I’ve just been needing you so bad this week. I’ve been thinking about how nice it would be to have your marking, to finally be your omega.” You kissed hastily down her neck and near her jawline, letting yourself leave purple hints that some may suspect were bruises, luckily, purple was her favorite color.
“And then she told me what I’ve been waiting to hear, and I knew I just needed to have you as soon as possible.” Your arms wrapped around her shoulders as your hips started a grinding motion, all previous nerves disappearing as you got lost in a trance of overwhelming pleasure.
“There- someone could see us…” She mumbled, not being able to stop the moans that flew out of her. You were coming in perfect contact with her length, she was becoming just as desperate as you.
“I don’t fucking care, let them see. I thought you wanted people to know I’m yours, has that changed?” Your head was thrown back as her hands came in contact with your waist, causing the pace you started to quicken to her liking.
“Don’t fucking tease me, Y/N.” The way your name spilled out of her mouth in a haunting whisper sent shivers down your spine and caused goosebumps to erupt over your entire being. Your chuckle drove her mad as she pressed her mouth against your exposed neck, leaving stains of her lipstick across the layers of your skin.
“Or what? You’ll fuck my brains out, hm?” Your nimble fingers trailed down to her pants that were harboring a small wet patch. You reached for her belt and untangled it loosely, tossing it in the back before unzipping her khakis. She decided to help you and lifted her hips before lowering her bottoms, her erect cock coming to show and you nearly drooled at the sight.
“I need you inside me so fucking bad, you have no idea.” You stroked her rapidly, feeling her pre-cum drench your hand.
“That’s it, just like that.” She whimpered soundlessly, almost inaudible.
“Oh, yes! Y- you’re doing such a good job, such a good fucking girl.” You smirked teasingly before leaving a lingering kiss on her lips, letting her chase back in hopes of feeling you once again.
“Aren’t I giving you enough? Or is this not enough for your greedy little cock?” You fauxed a pout of sympathy, laughing to yourself when she thrusted into your enclosed hand.
“Awh, it’s so cute seeing you like this, so needy and distressed. I think I know how to fix that.” You brought her fingers against your inner thigh, slowly dragging it closer and closer to your heat. Feeling you through your tight jeans wasn’t enough, she felt as though she would die if she couldn’t feel you.
“Get in the back,” She stated firmly. “Now!” You nodded, a sudden act of submission that brought you by surprise. She followed soon after, smiling as you started discarding yourself of your clothing.
“You’re so perfect, and all fucking mine.” Her lips wrapped around your nipple, the bud hardening the harsher she sucked.
“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.” It wasn’t a request as it was a statement. Her mouth fell upon your neglected breast as she lined herself up with your entrance, there was no need for foreplay as you were already dripping, it nearly brought shame seeing just how wet you were.
“Please, please- ah! Oh, God!” Her face contorted into pleasure as your warmth surrounded her, she felt like she was going to collapse at any given moment.
“Shh, the only one who gets to hear your moans is me, you got that?” You nodded, unable to form words as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Her head stuck in your neck as she cried, sensing her orgasm approaching. The previous acts only edged her further, but now with your walls clamping around her, she knew there was no hope in stopping herself.
“So fucking tight! Oh, fuck, I-I’m gonna cum inside you. Can I cum, baby?” You could hear the pure want and desire looming in her breath and knew you couldn’t deny her.
“Yeah, just- please cum inside me, I want your pups, Aggie.” Your breasts were pressed together and your legs wrapped around her ass, pressing her closer into you in hopes she’d be able to thrust even deeper.
“C’mon, Alpha, give me your pups.” Her release emptied deep inside of you, causing you to groan in satisfaction. She painted your walls white and you enjoyed every second of it, and so did she.
“You feel so good, I need more.” She didn’t halt her movements, no matter the overwhelming shock that coursed through her veins.
“You’re gonna cum with me, okay? Can you do that for me?”
“Y-yeah.” She pulled herself up and grasped onto your hips, pulling you in even further as your legs clenched even tighter around her.
“You see that? That’s how deep I am inside of your needy little cunt.” She pressed against the bulge appearing on your stomach with a wicked grin, pulling you by the back of your neck so your vision lined up with her. You moaned at the sight, reaching out to interlace her hand with yours on the newfound interest.
“Shit, you’re so deep.” There was no warning when her cum shot deep inside of you, some oozing out and dripping down to your butt. You took it as permission to let go, soaking in the orgasmic state you shared.
“This is all I’ve ever wanted, my love, you’re gonna look so precious carrying my babies.” You connected your lips in a hungry kiss, refusing to pull away until you both were gasping for air.
“I- I don’t think I’m gonna be able to stop, you don’t know how badly I want to mark you right now.”
#agatha harkness x reader#agatha harkness x reader smut#agatha harkness smut#agatha harkness x female reader smut#agatha harkness x reader fluff#agatha harkness x reader angst#agatha harkness x fem!reader#agatha harkness#agatha harkness fluff#agatha harkness x female reader#agatha harkness x you
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˗ˏˋ street food date ´ˎ˗
(isn’t that just the most creative title :D)
requested by very a lovely person who wishes to remain anonymous <3
Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar (Spider-Man India) x Fem!Pakistani!Reader
Type: Oneshot - Fluff
Word count: 1.3k
Warnings: terms of endearment, mentions of food & eating, usage of Hindi (translations provided), I don’t speak Urdu so it’s google-translated 😭
A/N: Reader speaks Urdu and Pavi (canonically) speaks Hindi. Since both languages are pretty similar in terms of speaking, at least from what I’ve observed, let’s assume that they can understand each other fairly easily :)
I absolutely LOVED writing this omg it was such a cute request! Sorry it took me so long so do this, I was so busy that I completely forgot abt all my reqs for a while 😅
Btw this was barely proofread so if there are mistakes no there aren’t <3
“Meri jaan, you’re spilling it.”
You turned at the familiar voice, just barely managing to balance a paper plate in your hands with an absurd amount of dahi papadi chaat piled onto it.
“You’re late,” You noted, biting the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling like a lovestruck idiot as Pavitr approached you, flashing that dazzling, slightly crooked grin that had your heart stumbling and falling over your mind trying to make sense of it all. You dropped your gaze to the floor, trying your best to cross your arms without dropping the food on the plate.
“I know. And I’m sorry, I really am. But you know that juggling my… duties and timings are hard,” He dipped his head slightly to make you look at him, brushing a small piece of papdi off your kurta. God, he was so annoying sometimes. His eyes were so soft and irresistible and he knew it.
“Come on, look at me,” He said teasingly, stepping forward slightly and grinning as you glanced up at him, then immediately frowned at your lack of willpower when it came to him. “There she is.”
You felt a smile break through so you set down the paper plate on a nearby ledge, leaning forward to wrap him in a hug and bury your face in his clothes. “Arre, you’re insufferable,” You mumbled, to which he let out a small chuckle and effortlessly picked you up to spin you around despite your little yelp of surprise.
“Oh, yeah, definitely. I’m sure that’s why you came out here on a date with me to have street food, right? Let’s go, meri dhoop. No use of you being all sad right now, naa? Look, there’s even pani puri a few stalls down.”
You almost got whiplash from how fast you turned your head to look, your eyes widening in excitement as all previous thoughts were forgotten. “You should’ve mentioned that earlier!”
Pavitr laughed, the easy chuckle - as cliché as it sounded - practically music to your ears as you grabbed his hand and took off, leading him to the pani puri vendor. “I knew that’d cheer you up.”
One shared paper plate of (admittedly quite messy) pani puri and a whole skewer of seekh kebab later, you leaned against a ledge overlooking the Mumbattan bridge right next to a whole row of new vendors. Pavitr wrapped an arm a little too tightly around your shoulders, nervously measuring the distance you would fall if you tripped.
“Pavi, relax, I won’t fall,” You gave him a reassuring smile, and he breathed out slowly before giving you a slightly strained smile in return. “Yeah, sorry. Spider-Man stuff. Lots of, uh… bad things happen. Usually near large drops.”
Your eyes flicked to his hand, gripping the railing so hard his knuckles were starting to lose circulation. Sensing his discomfort, you moved away from the railing back into the middle of the cobblestones.
“I’m going to braid your hair,” You declared suddenly to ease the tension in the air, examining the smooth waves that framed his face, pushed back slightly with his blue headband. His eyes widened in horror at your statement. “Wait, what? No! I said I was sorry for coming late! I’ll do my absolute best to come on time, I promise!”
“I’m not that rough,” You protested, scrunching your eyebrows as he cupped his warm hands over your cheeks. “Of course not, meri jaan. You’re so gentle, my hair definitely doesn’t feel like it’s being sent to an early grave.”
“Aap drama baghair kisi wajah ke bana rahay hain.” (You are making drama for no reason) You frowned at him and he chuckled softly, shaking his head.
“Kabhi nahin! Mei achcha vajeh se drama karta hoon. …Uff, thik hai, tum mere baalon ko tod sakte hain. Lekin… pehle ise kha leh.” (Never! I do drama for good reasons. ..Okay, fine, you can tear my hair out. But first… eat this.)
He held up a plate of vada pav, his smile growing as your eyes lit up again, the familiar scent bringing back memories of sitting in your grandparents’ house and watching them cook, masala-infused aromas wafting through the kitchen from the large utensils.
“What did I do to deserve you?” You wondered aloud as you started stuffing your face with the nostalgic dish. Your tone was lighthearted and playful, but it had a few traces of the underlying truth. You were so, so lucky to have him, and you knew it.
You could see it every time he dramatically presented you with some knickknack or the other that he picked up along the way, handing it to you with a bashful ‘it made me think of you.’ You could see it every time he adjusted your dupatta, every time you caught him staring at you with round, loving, awestruck eyes as if you were the very centre of the cosmos itself.
And when he smiled at everyone it was usually genuine, sure, but you had a special kind of smile reserved for your eyes alone. One that made the small dimples at the corners of his mouth even more noticeable, one that made him scrunch his nose subconsciously with how wide he was smiling.
The kind of smile he was using right now. And oh, good grief, you were so far gone for him. He was so effortlessly gorgeous it actually hurt - wavy hair swept to one side behind his headband, brown eyes turning gold in the sun, the light dappling his face and flicking tiny spots of shadow onto his skin.
“Tum bohat khobsorat ho,” (You’re so beautiful) You whispered, completely spellbound. Pavitr blinked in surprise, his smile turning slightly shy. “Arrey, tum mujhe bahut zyaada phlait karte ho.” (You flatter me too much)
“No, really!” You insisted, tapping the tip of his nose with your pinky and laughing when he scrunched it instinctively. “You’re very pretty, you know that? Mera khobsorat ladka. Pretty, pretty boy.” (My beautiful boy)
“Aap adhik sundar hai.” (You’re more beautiful) Without warning, he gently grabbed your torso and pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your hair. You looped your arms around to meet behind his shoulder blades, resting your chin in the crook of his neck.
You were scared to move, to disturb the silent peacefulness of it all, but you wanted to tell him something that would hopefully put his worries to rest.
“You know I won’t leave you, right? I won’t be your… what is it, canon event? Whatever that is.”
At the words ‘canon event’, Pavitr flinched as if he had been burned, his eyes wide and searching as he looked at you. “What? Where did that come from? And how-”
“Okay, listen, so it’s kinda my fault,” You began, choosing your words so as to not agitate him any further. “But you know how you said I could read your journal, because basically every embarrassing thing you’ve written is you being lovesick for me?”
“I didn’t think you’d actually do it!” He covered his face with his hands in embarrassment, messing up his hair in the process.
“Anyway, uh… you left it open on your drawer and I maybe kind of accidentally looked through the last entry. But only because I was worried. You’d been acting stressed out the whole day, remember? I’m sorry!”
“I don’t… hmm, actually, that’s pretty sweet that you were worried. I appreciate it.” He lifted his head to meet your eyes, almost smiling before his face crumpled again. “Hang on, what else did you see? Oh, god, did you see the whole page of poems I wrote? No, wait, hear me out! In my defence, I was absolutely whipped for you. I still am, but-”
“Pavi?”
“Yeah?”
“Ai, meri mohabbat. Chup ho jao. Mujhe lagta hai ke yeh dilkash hai,” (My love. Shush. I think it’s adorable) You reassured him, leaning forward to kiss the tip of his nose before moving in to press a soft kiss to his lips, an attempt at putting his worries and ramblings to rest.
That shut him up pretty well.
Please know that I am not Pakistani! I tried my best to write this, but if there is anything I’ve gotten wrong, please let me know and I’ll be happy to change it. <3
Meri jaan - my life
Meri dhoop - My sunshine/my sun
A kurta is a loose, collarless type of shirt worn by people in South Asia. It usually extends up to or just past the knee.
A dupatta is a length of material worn arranged in two folds over the chest and thrown back around the shoulders, typically with a salwar kameez or a kurta, by women from South Asia.
Papdi chaat (or papri chaat) is crispy fried-dough wafers served with typical chaat ingredients such as chickpeas, boiled potatoes, yogurt sauce, and tamarind and coriander chutneys; it may also contain pomegranate seeds. Dahi papdi chaat is the same thing, but more yoghurt is used (dahi means yoghurt/curd).
Pani puri is a popular Indian snack consisting of fried puff-pastry balls filled with spiced mashed potato (the puri), spiced water, and tamarind juice (the pani).
Seekh kebab is a type of kebab made with Indian spices, spiced, minced or ground meat, usually lamb or chicken, formed into cylinders on skewers and grilled.
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i hope im not too late for the kink hour! 🫣 but skirt kink has been in my mind lately; either of the boys would love love love to see you in a short skirt that lends itself to some handsy flirting 😏
Ooooh, okay, so I love this ^_^ Thanks for sending it in!
Warnings: Language, mentions of masturbation, vaginal fingering, oral sex (female receiving), and more!
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You’d all been friends a long time, but Eddie and Steve had started fooling around almost immediately after they bonded. Eddie wasn’t exactly shy about hiding how he continuously drooled over the former jock, often gossiping with you about how you’d both got off to not so friendly thoughts of Steve Harrington. However, Eddie got to him first, Steve reciprocating—suavely charming the metal head. They haven’t really labeled anything, both still pining after one more missing piece (you). You’d had to reign in your jealousy and nurse your sore wrist from the tension in the tendons, following the times you’d hung out with them and couldn’t wait to climb back beneath your sheets at home.
Today is different, though. You’re in your new cherry red leather skirt, fishnets tight over your thighs, and boots on your feet, with some lace crop top hugging (whatever your body type is <3) your figure. Nancy, you and Robin had went to get your nails and hair done for the Hallows Eve party in just a few hours, deciding to stop by the Family Video for some candy and videos to watch later in the night. None of you favored staying out too late and the parties around here were boring anymore. When you’d walked in between the two girls Steve had dropped all of his tapes on the floor and Eddie slipped on one, the cigarette he wasn’t supposed to be smoking in the store— catching in the carpet and burning a hole through the cheap threads. Once everyone’s laughter (you, Robin & Nance’s) had subsided, you three went into raiding the candy rack, stuffing Nancy’s big purse full.
But neither boy had stopped staring at you, whispering between the confines of their hair care product fumes and colognes. They also had zero plans tonight, but to get a little drunk at Eddie’s place after a small bonfire near Skull Rock. Though you suspect they’re headed there to make out (something you totally won’t be thinking about during the lame ass party). You’ve just gotten a pack of Razzles in your palm, shaking the candy from side to side, when Eddie is asking you something that makes your eyes roll beneath the smoky shadow.
“By the way, Y/N, what are you supposed to be going as?”
Steve, with his hand on his hip and a brow raised, smirks. You want to wipe it off with your mouth, but you’ll settle for some sass instead. Shifting on your work combat boots, you jut a hip out, tossing the Razzles behind you to an intercepting Robin, who hands them off to the stockpile Nancy’s organizing in her oversized bag.
Without missing a beat, you make sure they both know you’re simultaneously addressing them, and then it’s off your red stained mouth. “Your one night stand.”
You can hear Nancy snicker behind you, Robin coughing into her fist, with a ‘holy shit.’ And the guys’ expressions? Christmas has flown in early. You have to turn and bite on your painted lip, your two girlfriends sharing a mental high five with you. That’s the exact moment you see Nancy get one of those looks. The one that tells you she’s got a plan circulating around in that head of hers.
Before you can question it, she’s slapping a ten dollar bill on the counter, telling Steve to keep the change, and she’s pulling Robin towards the door, halting you as you attempt to follow, confused and slightly irritated. “Nance? What the fuck?” You warn.
“You don’t like parties anyway, right? And I was thinking me and Robs had this thing we were gonna go check out, instead—“
“We did?” Robin is more confused than you, receiving a slightly shoulder bump from Nance. “Ow! Okay, we did!”
“And why can’t I come? Or is it just the Nancy and Robin show now?” You cross you arms, tired of third wheeling different scenarios (oh, you are so not thinking of the two men to your left, still attempting to process your words).
Nancy shakes her head and backs completely out of the door with Robin in tow, that bell ringing and making your palms begin to sweat. You’ll be alone here, with no plans and no ride home. Her plan. Sometimes, you wished she were still into Steve. “Make it work!” She calls out, winking at you.
The silence that follows is sickening. It’s you and the combination of the only two guys you’ve ever really felt much of anything (everything) for. And you’re wearing something that’s so unlike you, you could be mistaken for a slutty clone. You sigh, folding your arms on the counter and using one hand to dig into your small clutch for cab money. Steve is objecting immediately, seemingly insulted.
“You know she meant for me to drive you home, right?”
Your patience thins and the band snaps. “No fucking shit, Harrington! She had to completely deviate from our plans in favor of her own, embarrass me—“
“Why would you be embarrassed? We’re all friends, aren’t we?” Eddie is baiting you, those large chocolate eyes making you feel zoned in on and small, but in ways that keep you grounded, held.
“Some of us…” You mutter, swallowing on the rush of a sudden anxiety spike.
They look at one another in knowing communication. You pretend you don’t notice, looking at your new nails.
“You’re awfully quiet, sweetheart. Cat got your tongue?” Eddie is getting closer and you turn around to avoid it, but he slides in behind you, arms on either side of your body, knuckles pressed on the counter that you’re leaning on, his chin dropping onto your shoulder. “Talk to me. M’ not gonna judge, you know that.”
“To us.” Steve comes around the counter so that he’s directly in front of you and Eddie, tilting over it on folded arms.
Fuck. You’re directly between them, caught.
“It’s just… I got into this stupid ass outfit and now I’m not going anywhere but home. It was all a waste of time.” And that’s not a complete lie. You’ve just left out the part that you wanted them to go crazy in seeing you dressed up, in comparison to your usual getup of jeans and t-shirts.
“Nance didn’t think so.” Steve tries.
“Yeah, well, who cares what she thought.” You snap, trying to shake off Eddie’s hold. He doesn’t budge.
“Do you care what we think?” It’s Steve’s voice again, his thumb reaching out to brush along your jaw.
You immediately jolt into the contact, hips pushing back against Eddie’s crotch without meaning to. He stiffens, groaning, tone muffled in your shoulder, almost a plea. “Man…”
You’re tired, so very exhausted. Lifting your gaze to Steve’s, you nod. “And what if I do? What if I tell you that it’s all for you guys? That what I’m wearing underneath was especially bought with you two in mind…?”
Eddie’s lifting himself from your neck, eyes rapidly darting between you and Steve. “Fuck, for real?”
“Don’t act like we didn’t talk about getting ourselves off when we thought about Steve. Except you can actually do stuff with him now.” You’re being entirely transparent, breaking free of his grip.
“You… you guys masturbated thinking about me?” Steve’s freckle dotted throat constricts around a gulp.
“I masturbate thinking about both of you.” You confess, chewing on your lower lip, arms crossed so that you can caress your own flesh in comfort.
“As in… present tense?” Eddie verbalizes. Steve is already retreating from his place around the counter, finding your personal space with a brisk invasion.
His big hand hovers over the side of your fish net covered thigh. “Can I feel you a little bit, honey?”
You don’t have to ask why, Eddie cutting off your remaining doubts, finding your left side. “We talk about you every time we fuck, Y/N. You’re there even when you’re… not.”
He brushes a back handed stroke with his rings over your collarbone, their metal cooling your skin. Steve scratches along the fabric stapled to your thighs. “Pretty. Like a present that’s begging to be unwrapped.”
“Fuck, guys. Don’t you have plans tonight?” It’s a lame question on your oblivious end, but it makes Steve snort and Eddie grin.
“Plans with an additional person. One that we’re definitely gonna have to keep warm in the woods tonight.”
They close in on you and you’re entirely fucked. You’ll have to thank Nancy later.
~*~
The firelight glitters in the background, staving off Autumn’s biting night breeze. It’s beautiful and serene, noises identified only by the singular panting breaths of three people caught in pleasure. They took you along with them after Steve closed down the store.
Eddie made good on his promise to keep you warm, but you suspect it was a way to also see you with half your costume on. Your boots and fishnets are on top of your shirt and jacket, your underwear beside them. A blanket is underneath your feet to give them comfort. Your skirt is bunched around your waist, and your silk black bra pulled down to expose your breasts. Steve is on his knees in front of you, his mouth working in delicate slurps that drag you onto your tip toes with each stroke, pushing you back into Eddie, who has one finger deep in your cunt, working in tandem with Steve’s tongue.
You’re on the cusp of a sweet death and headed to hell on Halloween.
#kristenwrites#my work#kink hour#my writing#steddie x female reader#steddie x fem!reader#steddie#steddie x you#steddie x reader#steddie x y/n#steddie x reader smut#stranger things 4#stranger things#stranger things drabble#stranger things fic#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things 4 fanfiction#stranger things 4 fic
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what are we? part two
eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: reader isn’t happy with where she stands with eddie
warnings: 18+ language, mentions of sex but not detailed, reader being hard on herself, eddie being a big jerk.
a/n: i see the love for the first part so here’s part two, i know i couldn’t end it the way i did without having this part so enjoy!!
i don’t give permission to copy my work!!
once you got home you quickly ran to your room and shut your door leaning your back against it as you slid down and sat down on the floor. you put your hands over your face and deeply sighed, being friend zoned hurts a lot, you thought that there was something there like a spark with you and eddie when you both shared those good lovely moments. you wondered why you pressured him so much to tell you what you two were instead of giving him time to think about it, you always asked him the same question with every opportunity you had with him.
you don’t think he know how you felt when he told you that he sees you just as a friend, like his exact same words echoed through your head, “if i’m being honest with you and myself, i say i see us being friends.” like hearing that replay through your mind just hurts, you were hoping for something more than friendship if you were being honest with yourself but you know eddie probably know you caught feelings for him now by how the way you walked out his trailer so fast.
you thought if you didn’t pressured him many times would he still said the same thing? all these what if’s started to circulate around in your head. you actually felt bad that you pressured him with every chance you had when you were around him, you had to know where you both stand and today you found out and he friend zoned you. you guess he felt like we’re better off as friends and not more which is bullshit.
you sat on your floor for a couple while longer still having that moment replaying in your head and our mind constantly going back to those times you and eddie shared those special moments mostly what a friend with benefits type of thing. you never bothered to ask him during that time because you didn’t want to ruin the moment, you didn’t realize someone was knocking on your room door knocking you right out of your thoughts. you sighed as you got up not really wanting to open up the door.
when you opened your room door, you couldn’t believe who was standing right there in front of you, it was eddie himself. you didn’t let him inside you stood in the doorway trying to figure out why is he standing right here in front of your room.
“eddie what are you doing here and how did you get in here?”
“first hi, nice to see you too and second can you let me in your room so we can talk?”
“i don’t think that’s a good idea, i’m not in the mood to actually talk to you right-"
“look y/n i know what i said to you earlier at my place hurt you because i saw the look on your face the exact time the words came out of my mouth.”
“and your point is? you see us as friends you made that pretty much clear.”
you was getting a little heated up like he shows up wanting to talk about what happened, you’re really not in the mood to talk to him and you know he’s gonna get some words out of you. he pushed you back and walked inside of your room and closed the door behind him, he walked over to your bed and sat down while he looked over at you.
“you don’t know how many times you asked me that shit with every chance you had, i had enough time to think about since i been pressured by you which is why i just see you as a friend, then i realized something y/n.”
“and what exactly is that?”
“i think you like me, you was hoping i say something along the lines of relationship.”
“you got to be kidding me right? me like you eddie? no way.”
“you suck at lying girl, stop it. i can see right through you and i know you do. but i don’t do relationships, but i did think we had this friends with benefits kind of thing going on but that’s it.”
you couldn’t believe what you were hearing right from his mouth, you felt like breaking down again but right in front of him and didn’t even care, what kind of sick asshole would say something like that. you was tired of his nonsense he needed to leave right now.
“eddie you need to leave.”
“i came here to-.”
“eddie just leave now, i don’t care about what you have to say anymore, i thought you came here to make things better but i was wrong, get out of my fucking room and my house!”
you walked over to your door and swing it open, you watched him as he got off your bed and walked out of your room, you waited until you hear him go out of your house.
you really couldn’t believe he had the nerve to say something like that to you, but he was right you’re not good at lying but it shocked you to know that he knows you like he from the way that you acted when you left his place, nobody wants to be friendzoned, it’s not a good feeling. but you don’t think you’d be claiming him as a friend anymore not after what he told you.
he just saw you as someone he can fuck with without catching feelings, but that wasn’t enough for you, you caught feelings for him during those times you both shared them moments, right now you’re regretting ever letting him see you, you felt disgusted by him now. you don’t get why he chose to say those things to you like he wasn’t expecting you to react or something. he really made things even more worse between you and him.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x fem!blackreader#eddie munson x black!reader#eddie munson x black reader#eddie munson fan fiction#eddie munson gifs#eddie stranger things#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson stranger things#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson gif
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Hi costume anon here!
How dare you so accurately call out my daddy issues and socially awkward arse 😖 (/j)! I would make a terrible Fire Lord but it’s good to know all those years of projection paid off, though now I’m head canoning Zuko as autistic (what have you done to me is this revenge?)
I personally want a Bloodborne tattoo oneday ngl though the outsiders mark is cool as fuck
I love your brain you have changed my view on the logistics (?) of how it would all go down!
Just imagine Ghost returning to systematically tear apart and destroy Dunwall like it was the Zaragoza cartel after he escapes to Karnaca and his family ended up paying the price for his “Treason”.
He becomes “the Outsiders Ghost” fully devoted to and for him people start whispering about what happened in Dunwall about how a dead man got revenge and how Rats and whale song swallowed an entire nation. Never anger the Outsiders lest his Ghost starts haunting you. (I love Spooky shit.)
Oh no! I made my friend rewatch DP That’s rough buddy (I regret nothing)
Speaking of DP, Gaz is a walking wifi modem and Soap is a portable power bank for his devices 😂 they stick to Ghost like glue on hot days you can not change my mind. The 141 would have the most terrifying reputation even though they’re all idiots.
Soap %100 has caused a black out and Gaz “accidentally” locked a general he didn’t like out of his house after he made Laswell and price mad.
Do you think Ghost would have to deal with the actual ghosts of soldiers would Soap and Gaz pick up on them too?
I can’t remember who said it but they head canoned Soap as lightning and ghost as rain and it changed something in my brain chemistry, good apart awe inspiring together (They were so right) and now I can’t get Sparky boom boom man out of my head I may need to rewatch atla.
Have a great day while I go off and try to regain my lost honour!
Hiiiiii Costume Anon! Thank you for gracing us with your presence!
Autistic!Zuko headcanon drop when friend? I wanna hear all his lil quirks and habits.
Thinking of FromSoft games, I've been thinking about an Ellen Ring AU. Idk if people would want it, but I just keep thinking about it. Ghost as the Tarnished, Soap as Ranni, Gaz as Melina. And it'd loosely follow my own playthrough of the games. Outside of Elden Ring, Bloodborn is my favorite of their games. It's so gooooodddd.
Even long after a believable lifespan has passed, rumors of The Outsider's Ghost doing his bidding circulate. Some believe it's an actual Ghost, others say he's The Outsider's lover that was granted eternity to be by his side. Either way, The Outsider and his Ghost are only mentioned in hushed whispers for fear of invoking their wrath.
DP AU, the 141 has a reputation for shit going sideways for their enemies before they're even on the base. Terrorists start resorting to defenses that don't rely on power or the internet because they see how effectively the 141 shuts that shit down. It doesn't help, their guerilla tactics don't effect Ghost. The team absolutely deals with the ghosts of fallen soldiers, but not as often as you'd think. They tend to stay where they died, or cross over, or go back to their families. Some though, will use their newfound deadness to be menaces, and those are the ones our boys deal with. Think Skulker or the Box Ghost, those types of problematic guys.
Duuuuude Sparky Boom Boom Man had such a cool bending ability. Personally I'd want to be a water bender, but fire bending is still the coolest form.
Good luck with your honor my (non gendered) Prince! Thanks again for humoring me 😁
#ghostsoap#soapghost#ghoap#cod mw2#fanfic#call of duty#text post#ask#simon ghost riley#ask answered#john soap mactavish#danny phantom au#atla#elden ring au#dishonored au#costume anon
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chubby size The woman of the bonten trio
Reader x de bonten trio
The sad trio, famous of bonten had provoked Japan again several policemen were looking for them already for a very long time, but after having circulated counterfeit money, it was even worse all the members of bonten had to hide in various places and to make as if they were dead, that lasted during almost two months
Y/n was devastated. She had not received a message or a call or a letter in the months that passed. She knew very well that rindou and sanzu were not the type to reassure her all the time And ran that he warned all the time, if they arrived late, or if there were problems had not done it
Several questions arose in her mind. Did they leave did they not want to deal with her anymore did he find her too fat
And after talking to several of her girlfriends, she asked for advice from her closest friend who knew the situation and who also knew them
"You know, my friend, for me you will always be perfect and if they left you without saying anything, you have to react, you have to leave and don't try to understand why it will break you even more.
Y/n : you really think I should do this
"Yes, do it, I don't want to see you even more broken than you are now. Now just leave a letter explaining that you don't want to have anything to do with them and put your engagement ring right next to the letter.
Y/n : you must be right, thank you for always being there for me you know without you I don't know what I would do
"Don't worry my darling Call me when you leave the apartment I'm coming to get you".
An hour later you find yourself with a suitcase at the bottom of the building where you lived for about two years with them, it tears your heart out but he was the first to leave
On the other side of Japan, three men, who were hiding in a dingy apartment, were literally checking if everything was okay on your side, until one of them started to shout
Sanzu: COME SEE
Rindou: what do you want now, the drug addict
Sanzu : LOOK AT THE CAMERAS OF THE PARTY
Ran: where is y/n why is she not here
Sanzu: I don't know, until an hour ago she was in the apartment and now she's not
Rindou: we have to go and see what happened, imagine that there was a fucking raid there and that they hurt, we have to know it as soon as possible
Ran: he's right we have to go
When they got there, the apartment was like Empty everything was neatly tidied up a sign of struggle even violence nothing at all
Until Lainé haitani's eyes saw that letter and the ring he had given you
Ran: here there is something
It is two colleagues turned around, and in addition this letter, the pretty ring that you wore every day for 1 years haitani Samy, to read the letter aloud
Y/n : "I don't know when you will see this letter, To tell you the truth, I try not to care. Maybe you won't even read it and it will just end up in a trash can but I need to express how I feel before I leave your life for good I would like to tell you that I hate you for abandoning me, and that you didn't even warn me that everything would end but it didn't, I can't feel his feelings for you maybe it's because you were the only men who loved me in my whole life and probably the last so I don't really want to hate you because deep down I have to thank you before you disappeared from my life a few months ago you were the only ones who complimented me and said I was pretty even though I thought I wasn't so thank you.
Sanzu: so this time, it's not a dream She really left this bitch
Rindou: and the worst thing is that she left because we are not present she thought we were abandoning her
Sanzu: what do we do now do we go looking for her do we wait for her to come back WHAT DO WE DO
Ran: calm down you don't need to start a panic attack
Sanzu: AH YES OF COURSE BUT MY WIFE HAS JUST LEFT
Rindou: shut up, you don't think we all feel the same, so shut up for two minutes while we think.
Ran: calm down you two there's nothing to really worry about I think I know where she is and if I'm not sure we just have to check the GPS I put in her phone
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The trio stood in front of the door of an apartment that was basic to say the least but all three knew you were there and when your best friend, Leur opened the door. Her face literally broke down
"what the hell are you doing here"
Sanzu: shut up bitch, let us through
"why do you have to destroy it even more"
Rindou : stop playing who will be the biggest bitch between the four of us we all know that if anyone is hurting y/n it's you you totally made her think we were going to leave her and behind her back you are totally capable of spreading your thighs at the slightest opportunity
Ran: And on top of that not to mention that you were asked to send her letters for the two months and yet I have a strong feeling that she never saw the color of her letters am I wrong
"What's your problem? Seriously, she's a fat cow who doesn't deserve to go out with you Why didn't you choose me? Seriously, I have everything to compare to her "
Sanzu: you may be good in some men's minds, but in ours you look like a vulgar slut who walks the streets
They all three pushed him from the frame of the door they entered in the apartment they started to look for you until he saw you asleep on the sofa ran carried you like a princess is to bring back in your apartment
The next day you woke up in
The apartment you had left the day before, and you knew it wasn't just a dream because your tears were real you had decided to leave again you went downstairs to your kitchen and you saw them trying to make you breakfast
Ran: you finally woke up my love
: What are you doing here
Rindou : It's a very long story that will take a lot of time and will make us waste energy for nothing
Sanzu: but all you have to know is that we missed you, and that your best friend didn't want to send you the messages we sent you for two months
Ran: I like this summary
: That means you didn't leave me
Sanzu: No, but I have a feeling you will. Put your ring back on
You started to cry because deep inside you wished that it was only a bad dream. And for the blow your life is started again where it had stopped two months ago.
You jumped into their arms, it was like a relief
: I missed you I love you
#anime x chubby reader#tokyo revengers#ran haitani#rindou x reader#ran x reader#reader x sanzu#bonten
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Are the enchanted blades sentient? [KaguraBachi] (Spoilers upto Ch. 16)
I've been seeing an idea occasionally circulate of the enchanted blades being sentient or becoming sentient some time in the future. It's an interesting concept that is somewhat supported by the story but not exactly in the way you're likely thinking. See I doubt the blades have sentience in a way that gives them a personality but more so in a way that draws them to be used?
It's a bit weird to explain since it's more of a vibe so I'll just illustrate my point and hopefully that'll make it more clear. to do this I'm going to be setting up some obvious background stuff and information that I'll use in the rest of this.
The Enchanted Blades were created by Kunishige specifically as weapons to kill with.
Kunishige was killed 2 years ago and the blades were stolen by a group of still unknown sorcerers.
The Kamunabi knows about the blade's existence but none of the specifics of them despite these blades being
A. In the war
B. In the wild for 2 years
Right after Chihiro started searching for the blades 2 just happened to crop up.
The wielder of the blade is linked to the blade in some way
A. The user can "awaken" new abilities within a blade that it didn't originally have when they're pushed to the brink
B. Sojo is able to teleport/dash to his sword using a bolt of lightning despite not having that type of sorcerery or holding the blade. Meaning he was able to use it's power despite not having it on his person.
The enchanted blades are made of "Daten Rock" which is a still unknown quantity. We only know the following;
A. When anyone (excluding Kunishige) tries to touch/hold a Daten Rock they EXPLODE
B. Daten Rock is used in the creation of Enchanted blades.
The blades have a "true realm" which is mostly unknown but is confirmed to exist. Somehow allowing the user and blade to grow together.
With that established I want to start pointing out all the oddities here.
-First off the Blades were created with a purpose in mind. They are weapons made to kill people. They can only be used as such. They can only reach their full potential through battle. As insane as Sojo is he's been proving right repeatedly in this regard.
-When the blades were locked away (We don't have a precise date on the war iirc but it was atleast 16 years since Chihiro probably wasn't born yet) they were dormant for probably 20+ years before being stolen by the aforementioned sorcerers. This part is rough but there are two possibilties I see with this event relating to the blades being 'sentient'
A. The blades wanted to be used and somehow ended up attracting people to 'free' them (Think of Jojo's Bizarre Adventure's Fate 'system' were stand users attract eachother).
B. The blades were "woken up" by being stolen and the boxes they were kept in were meant to suppress their influence.
Now this leads to the most interesting part. These blades have remained rather hidden and underground for the past 2 years since they were stolen. Yet 2 of them show up nearly immediately after Chihiro started looking for them. (Yes this can be chocked up to keeping the narrative flowing smoothly but that being the reason would be bad writing so I'm not going with that.) So why was this the case? Heres what I think;
The blades have been intentionally kept on the downlow by the Hishaku so that they'd avoid attracting attention (Likely but if they're 3-4 very powerful sorcerers with all 6 blades logically they shouldn't need to stay quiet)
The blades specific "seek out" wielders who match them so that their full power can be brought out in combat. So they haven't been used until now because they haven't ended up in the hands of suitable wielders. This would also explain why one of the enchanted swords is up for auction (imagine selling a nuke on black market E-Bay it's nothing something you'd usually do)
Now again there's another odd coincidence pertaining to the blades.
Sojo and Chihiro awakened a new power of the blade at nearly the same moment. We don't know how long the gap between the end of Sojo's fight and the current clash is so it could've been anywhere from a few minutes to the whole length of Chihiro being healed by Char and hand her over to Shiba to keep her safe. Hell even the time limits on their blade's ultimate moves coincide.
So heres my thesis statement.
The Enchanted Blades are alive in the same way stand arrows from jojo are alive. They don't have a "mind" but they have instinct and a sword's instinct is to fight. Even if they can't move they find a way to end up in the hands of a wielder who can bring out their full potential. Right when that perfect wielder is at risk of dying or losing the blade they just happen to "awaken" an ability capable of allowing them to continue to wield the blade.
The enchanted blades want to clash with each other.
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2018 vs 2023 gc2b binder comparison: is the quality really worse?
tldr: no
so, id heard that gc2b's quality had declined to the point of their binders being unsafe, but i was needing a new one (since my old one was getting pretty worn after 5 years of wearing it nearly everyday and not following proper care of it either) and i would always rather replace an item with the exact same one than try something new. i was also Curious about the claims being circulated online! so i bought a new one, and. they are functionally exactly the same.
but there have been a few minor changes! but none that would affect quality now or in the long run.
the paler binder on the left was recieved 8/30/18 and is a size 2xl. the more saturated binder on the right was recieved 4/19/23 and is a size 3xl. i will refer to them as "18" and "23"!
so lets start off with patterning! 23 has a slightly longer length than 18 (likely just bc i went up a size), and the neck is slightly more V-shaped compared to the very round U neckline of 18. the neckline and the straps also appear much smaller, but im pretty sure that's just because 18 has gotten very stretched out over the past 5 years of near-daily use.
the outer fabric on 23 is also much more saturated. when i first recieved it it was practically a bright yellow! but after a few washes its muted out to a more neutral skin tone shade. 18 was more saturated when first recieved, but was never as bright as 23 was when i first got it. after a few washes tho 23 looks about the same as 18 when new, so maybe earlier binders came pre-washed (either by gc2b or the fabric suppliers), or the fabric source for the outer shell changed to a supplier with a different dyeing process. 23's color might wash out a little quicker than 18's did. either way, the fabric is the exact same type and weave. 18 is much more stretchy than 23 is currently, but that is definitely caused by wear, and 23 will stretch out in time as well.
next, lets compare the fabric and stitching of the binding area! 23 is on the left, 18 on the right. the fabric is exactly the same! the stitch used is also exactly the same, but 23 has a slightly larger stitch width, which shouldn't affect quality and may be caused by being a size larger than 18. the thread is slightly lighter in color.
comparing the side seams, the patterning, fabric, and stitch patterns are all the same. again, the stitch width on 23 is slightly larger but otherwise the same.
heres a closer look at the straps (18 on left, 23 on right). in this picture you can see the knit of the fabric, and they are indeed exactly the same!
also of note, the first year of owning the 2018 binder, the stretch knit fabric on the outside of one of the straps started to tear away from the seam. a quick handstitched repair fixed it and it has held ever since! seam rips can happen even from the "good" years of gc2b, bc its a knit fabric with a lot of stress being put on it. i would still say the quality is very good! the fact that the repair held and no other issues occured is a testament to that. any fabric garment is liable to wear, which is something to keep in mind when purchasing a binder!
so yeah! 2023 gc2b binders are of the exact same quality of 2018 gc2b binders. im confident that the new one will last me another 5 years!
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The MBTI of (N) vs (S) in song writing
Maybe some of us already know what an MBTI is, although its pseudoscience for the psychology world, I use it anyway to help me identify people and how I interact with them.
But there is something bothering me about MBTI, most people don't really pay attention to the Sensing (S) vs Intuition (N) part, let alone know the difference. This has piqued my interest for quite sometime cuz I myself don't really understand too. So I researched a bit about it and to put it simply (other than the image):
Sensing (S) : does things based on what they sense (see, feel, hear, smell, etc.)
Intuition (N) : does things based on what they imagine
After I understood this, I then practiced identifying it to song writers and man does it all make sense now.
What type of songwriter I like
It really amazes me how songs really show the personality of the writer. After learning their lyrics, their song writing process, and figuring out what they are like, it made me learn something about myself too.
Interestingly, most of my favourite singers have the MBTI (S) whereas I am a (N), logically speaking, I should be relating more to songs that are written with the same MBTI but no. This is because I find it really intriguing of how different they express their selves apart from how I express things, like its mind-blowing and never came to my mind.
Sensing (S) songwriters are so straight forward and simple with everything, but its usually things so common and so relatable that it never came to mind, at least for me. I also feel like these songwriters are writing a story, cuz of how each line is described giving a clear image to me, like how a novel is.
But as you can see, the songs that I have reviewed in previous posts are actually the intuitive (N) type, its conceptual, imaginative, and needs interpreting to know what the songwriters want to convey. Surprisingly though, Taylor Swift and NIKI are actually a (S) type, but their songs that I reviewed are the very few that uses intuition (though only in concept, not lyrically.)
From this, I think that I still find it more relatable in a deeper level to songs that use intuition. I also find it fun being able to process songs to understand it because that's what I'm familiar and comfortable with. So its not a surprise that my frequent listening songs are mainly from a (N) type of songwriters.
Favourite lines of (N) vs (S)
I want to share some of the songs that I used to identify whether the songwriter is a sensing (S) or intuitive (N) type, mostly are from my favourite songs (haven't been reviewed here yet.)
Said you'd always be my white blood,
circulate the right love
— White Blood - Oh Wonder (Josephine - ENFP)
This actually is quite clear that its an intuitive lyric. If I were to interpret it, somebody being a white blood means that they could heal the other person and give them a healthy relationship.
Though we have not hit the ground,
Doesn't mean we're not still falling
— Nothing Lasts Forever - Maroon 5 (Adam Levine - ENFP)
Another intuitive lyric that I like, it describes a specific situation of a fall-out relationship where they are still trying but no matter what it doesn't work and is on verge of a break up.
The sky and sea help each other
Creating the cloud so rain can fall
When the world helps each other
See which love wouldn't fall
— Sorai - Nadin Amizah (INFP)
In the beginning of the song, she opens with a metaphor of how certain phenomenon can help make another phenomenon, then she conveys what she wants to say, that a relationship isn't just the work of two people, but fate plays a big role of it.
I ran to run away from you
I hid in a place where was no light
— Shadow - Seventeen (Woozi- INTJ)
This song is kinda hard to understand just by these lines, but to make it simple, its about wanting to run away from ourselves, specifically our bad sides, but running away from it means to make us fall into more misery and doesn't help us to grow.
But lately her face seems
slowly sinking, wasting
crumbling like pastries
— A Team - Ed Sheeran (ISTJ)
There are no hidden meanings to these lyrics, it really is a clear image of what he wants to convey to us. That this girl has something on her mind and it shows on her expression which is described by Ed.
The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was (maroon)
— Maroon - Taylor Swift (ESFJ)
This is quite clear, she uses the sense of sight, specifically the colour maroon, to describe a scene where she was flustered with her love.
When you walk away
I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now?
— When You're Gone - Avril Lavigne (ISFP)
She describes a scene where she counts the other person steps, saying that its plain proof that she cares about the other person and doesn't want them to go.
I know you're not far, but I still can't handle all the distance
You're traveling with my heart
I hope this is a temporary feeling
— My Everything - Ariana Grande (ESFJ)
She makes it really clear on the situation where she can't be far from the other person. Although she uses the metaphor "Traveling with my heart" she made it clear that its to describe a feeling in the next line.
Recap
So there you have some clear examples of different songwriters having different MBTIs.
Being a (N) or (S) really differs on how we process the world around us and I find it mesmerizing that I could see that play into part through songwriters.
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hiii!!! i’m new to tumblr and i want to start writing fics of my own, do you have any tips that you don’t mind sharing ? i love ur work btw <333
hi !! welcome >< i’m half asleep right now and i may have to reblog this later but this is advice i honestly follow myself & it may not work for you but i’ll try anw !!
the most important thing is writing for yourself. if you write with the mindset to make others happy by only writing popular trends or things that’ll get you a quick 1k, you’ll ruin the experience for yourself. this isn’t to be confused with wanting recognition and circulation for your work, but rather enjoying your own writing and writing what you want to write.
don’t be afraid to switch fonts, sites you write on, documents, etc. sometimes i start a fic on google docs and end up finishing it in tumblr drafts because that’s the only way i’ll get it done.
if you’re stuck on certain parts of fics or you have writer’s block, step away from the wip for a while and try to approach it with a new mind. sleep on it !!! and if you’re still stuck, maybe your block is around to stay for a while and that’s okay. don’t force it. take a break and read some fics, see how other people write similar content, etc.
your outline doesn’t have to be perfect. it’s the first draft. it can look like whatever. most of my outlines are literally just “he said, she nodded, enter more poetic words here.” also, make as many drafts as you need. sometimes when i start a new draft, it’s refreshing and i look at my fic with fresh eyes.
try your hardest not to compare yourself with other writers. your writing doesn’t suck and no one is better than anyone. it’s fanfiction and it can be anything you want.
create your own writing speed! some writers write fast, and some (like me) are slow. fandom has changed a lot over the years and a lot of people think that fanfiction is supposed to be shucked out almost everyday. this is not true. back in my day we used to wait a whole year for a new chapter to be released. fanfiction is a treat, not a necessity. if anyone tries to rush you, tell them they can live without it lmao.
set boundaries on your blog and don’t be afraid to enforce them.
as for traction, this is a hit or miss for everyone. whether we like it or not, we are content creators and want recognition for our hard work. my only advice is to not rely too much on tags, and open taglists. don’t tag blank blogs as they 100% won’t reblog your work. give little sneak peeks, build excitement for your fics like a whole album release SJSJSKSK
for aesthetics, formatting, and such: make sure your work is neat, and easy to read. hit enter every now and then so your paragraphs aren’t too long (i can show you my favorite format if you want, just ask!) avoid using small font throughout the entire fic so it’s easily accessible to people with vision problems (like me), and make sure to include important content warnings at the beginning.
if you’re writing for a certain type of reader, make sure to include that too. if it’s not poc friendly (includes fair-skinned indicators such as blushing, redness, red bruises, pink coochies, etc.), tag it in the cw. don’t use afab!reader and fem!bodied reader tags if your reader is coded as cis. people have said this is incorrect and you’ll want to avoid that. female/fem!reader will do.
i won’t give advice on how to write your fics as i fully believe everyone writes different, but the best advice i can give is that avoid repetition and play around with words. google pretty ways to say different shit. (you know the whole instead of “‘good morning,’ she said, entering the coffee shop.” try “‘good morning,’ she greeted as she stepped inside the coffee shop, joining the queue with the other exhausted 6:00am commuters.” OR SMTH IDK I CANT ACTUALLY WRITE DKDKDK
there are lots of writers who will beta for you if you’re familiar with them and you ask nicely/be mindful of their busy schedules!
i’ve run out of things to say but i hope these help and that you enjoy writing. it can be really fun, but also super stressful at times. just take your time and go with the flow. good luck babie !!!!!
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Every 6 months or so, I get a cortisone shot (I call it my butt shot) right in my ass && it helps me not feel like I'm being atomized from the inside. Today I got that shot again.
Now that it's kicked in, I have a hell of a lot more spoons to talk about the ordeal.
Before getting the proverbial butt shot, I enter this state of "what's wrong with me" limbo, where a lot of symptoms are happening all at once. Fatigue so bad I either sleep for 12-16 hours or stay up all night no in-between, clinical/seasonal depression, achy and poppy joints, stiffness of said joints, I crave specific foods (primarily sweet or salty foods), said foods flare up my IBS and make me nauseous/diarrheic. For a while, every morning is dramamine and tylenol until it reaches critical mass, where if I don't have a heating pad on me at all times I feel like my joints are being pulled apart slowly, agonizingly, in the wrong directions. It's at its worst on my right hip, where the joint is misaligned that several doctors have told me I need to get realignment surgery. Hence the name, butt shot.
Then, I get the shot. Mind you I swear these shots didn't hurt as bad first thing like 4 years ago. Maybe the dose here is just more powerful or my ass is more sensitive; I dunno. But anyways, the shot hurts for like 10 minutes then my body circulates the cortisone and I start to feel instantly better. It feels like the colour rushes back to my face, my joints don't creak and pop harshly, and like 90% of the symptoms disappear for 3-6 months, then the cycle repeats itself.
Next time I need to get this shot, I'm gonna to do a blood test before && after getting the cortisone shot because I suspect I have something called Addison's disease or hypocorticoidism. I'm not gonna say I have it but I can't doubt that there's something definitely wrong with my hormones. I'm mainly writing this to remind myself when the time comes, but I need to test my sodium, potassium, cortisol levels, && also have a test called adrenocorticotropic hormone (ACTH). Also really need to figure out what my blood type is because not knowing it off the top of my head at this point is asking for trouble.
I'm standing in front of the long road of diagnosis once again. But it'll be worth it to feel just even a little bit better. Being eligible for social security will definitely help, so long as Mexico isn't weird about a 27 y/o cripple. I'll write about it if it does happen, but so far everyone just treats me nicely because I can tell their understanding of autism is more "this person is mentally challenged, do not provoke" than anything else.
Like a blind friend of mine said on Facebook, "The expectations for people with disabilities in Mexico are very low. Or they expect you to just get over it and act like nothing is wrong. Accessibility is a very new thing to Hispanic culture [and living with a] disability in Mexico pretty much means you're a beggar or a shut-in with family." The latter is unfortunately my truth, it's not intentional, but it is something that does affect me ever so slightly.
Anyways, I've gone on long enough and I have some new skeins of yarn to roll into balls.
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#exe talkz#the disabled experience#The 'thritis#Rheumatoid arthritis#Hip dysplasia#Yes - I know the risks of injecting steroids#But if I don't do it every 6 months I feel like a dying roblox character#I used to take it every 3 months until I moved to Mexico#Probably because I'm not stressed out of my damn mind like I was in Louisiana#Anyways I ramble#Viva México and their low cost healthcare#mucho texto
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thanks to Real-Luck (living up to her username) i can now read Hisoka’s bday lines so brb losing my mind over them,
-Spring gifts are all so comfy already i’m so happy
-CHIKAGE. MAKING ME CRY. I KNEW HE WOULD. BUT HOLY SHIT RIGHT TO THE JUGULAR.
-YUKI’S PENPEN THEMED GIFTS, NEVER CHANGE
-Kazu’s “how did he guess my gift does he have a marshmallow radar” as if you all didn’t gift him marshmallows
-KUMON 😭😭😭😭
-Banri is really out there dragging everyone to his fav cafe. How dare he do exactly like i do.
-Sweet Tooth duo sweet.
-Taichi being so lost about what new marshmallow to give is cracking me up so bad
-OMIMI TALKING ABOUT PENGUINS PHOTO??? THIS IS PRECIOUS WTF
-Sakyo trying desperately to get Hisoka to want anything that isn’t Marshmallow and Hisoka making his life so hard. I love it here.
-Azami still trying to act as the guardian of skincare, suffering from Hisoka being a sugar monster.
-FUYUPOLY STILL REAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-Tsumugi SPECIFICALLY mentioning that he’s preparing TONS of marshmallow because it’s the key to Hisoka’s happiness. bawling.
-TASUKU BEING HAPPY ABOUT BEING HISOKA’S OFFICIAL CARRIER HELPPP. IN LOVE FOR REAL!!!!! He did use to complain about that but he’s just so soft about it now sobs.
-Hisoka complaining because everyone is so loud and he can’t sleep while also just being so happy because it’s a good type of noise. I would kill for him i’m genuinely not kidding.
-HOMARE YOU ROMANTIC BABE. I’m never over him calling Hisoka Sleeping Prince, esp after he used this whole imagery to talk about how much he wanted to kiss him, and this whole bit is really too sweet. He’s going to pamper his idiot.
-AZUMA???????????? LOVE REAL!!!!!!!!!! LOVE REAL AND IS STORED INTO CUDDLES!!!!!!! I’m sorry but the guy specifically all about sleeping with people because else he has panic attacks saying that sleeping with Hisoka is even more comfortable than anyone else??? Wanting him to stay by his side???
This is the romance trope i see circulating on tumblr about how sleeping next to your beloved somehow rest you up even more it’s so gentle they’re in LOVE.
And it reminded me of how Azuma has beef with PenPen because Hisoka hugs his plush to cuddle instead of Azuma and i’m crying.
-Guyyy this is so cute 😭😭 looking out for them....
IN CONCLUSION FUYUPOLY REAL, CHIKAGE STILL MADE ME CRY, HISOKA IS MY LOVE, HAVE A NICE DAY
#THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE LINK I'M SO HAPPY#ichatalks about a3#ichablogging a3jpn#kiri dont look#Chikage's spoilery 😔
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𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛. 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎.
writers block. it's the scariest thing that can possibly happen to someone in the field i'm in. when the words are constantly circulating in your brain but you don't exactly know how to translate those thoughts into one coherent sentence let alone a one thousand word article. i've been in my head all day long trying to make sense of things and it just feels like a bunch of jumbled letters that i can't even begin to decipher.
i'm not sure what's easier - loving him or hating him. it's something that consumes my mind at least a little bit on a daily basis. everything has been so fucking complicated since i got involved with him and there are days that i think it would have been easier to walk away whenever i wasn't in so deep. but i guess that's kind of out of the question now. i'm fully aware that i don't know what the future holds, so i don't even try to predict where my life is going. i try my hardest not to think about it, because it actually scares the shit out of me. i knew things have been off lately and i finally asked the question that i was dreading the answer to.
and i'm not stupid. i'm very much aware that there was no commitment there - it seems like something that he's afraid of and i don't have the best track record either. and i promised myself whenever i decided to pursue a career as a journalist that i would never get involved with a musician for my own sanity, because i'm around them constantly. and i have a good understanding of how their brains work, and mixed with their busy schedules that's not something i ever wanted for my life. something i promised i'd never put myself through.
but here i am. falling in love with noah fucking sebastian, one of the biggest names in the scene right now. i'm not going to tell him that my heart is fucking shattered. that the idea of him being with someone else makes my stomach churn. maybe i really am a fucking idiot. i feel the fight in me dying, and i'm scared to death that the flight instinct is kicking in. if nothing else, the one thing i'm good at is running away when any type of conflict disrupts my daily life. i'm scared of repeating the same mistakes, but the biggest part of me wants to believe him.
so maybe i'll let that win for now.
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I love how everyone switched up on jacob elordi after having a few positive reviews for performance ( mind you hes overshadowing the leads barry keoghan in saltburn who has been getting rave reviews and cailee spaeny who also delivered why is that being ignored. The same cailee who just won a prestigious acting award at venice)
Im happy for jacob elordi but also why is that that when black actors and poc actors get positive reviews for there for performances they get neglected or never the given the respect that white actors who do the bare minimum get. Like people really be putting white men on a pedestal for doing the bare minimum. Where is the kelvin harrison, nicole beharie, brian tyree henry, riz ahmed, kiki layne, etc love they've given amazing performances and yet havent even got the same amount of love as JE. Again Im happy JE its amazing to be praised for your work but can we also not reserve that praise only for white men.
I love how everyone switched up on jacob elordi after having a few positive reviews for performance ( mind you hes overshadowing the leads barry keoghan in saltburn who has been getting rave reviews and cailee spaeny who also delivered why is that being ignored. The same cailee who just won a prestigious acting award at venice)
Oh wow, I didn't realize that he's overshadowing even Barry's work in Saltburn. 👀 That's interesting, because judging from the trailers, it seems like Barry is going to have the tougher acting performance lol. But we'll see I guess?
I mean, I hate to say it, but JE being one of the very FEW actors to be able to promote his work ("Priscilla") right now is definitely working in his favor. Plus, he's SUPER tall, and based on who you ask, probably more "conventionally handsome" than Barry.... 👀 I'm not surprised in the least if he's getting attention.
The Devil works hard, but JE's publicists work HARDER! LOL! 😅🤣 I kept telling y'all that when they were calling JE "Generation Z's Leading Man" in that magazine article a while back that they were stretching things and just trying to make him HAPPEN sooo harrrrd lol. Most people were like, "HUH?? Did Tom Holland and Timothee Chalamet up and die that we don't know about?" (Technically, Timmy is a Millennial though lol 🤭)
His team was also trying to put his name out there for James Bond rumors, and for the role of playing the new Superman lol. Like geez.... they don't take a break! Cuz I swear, noooobody was checking for him like that in order to cast his name out in the ring for these two huge franchises. Now, maybe after THIS year, I can see his name swirling and circulating more in these circles. But last year? Psshhht... please lol 😅 The man has never even led a film or even BEEN in a film on the big screen before "Priscilla", let's be honest.
I think we should just wait to either see these two films, or just wait to see what OTHER moviegoers say about the films and who really stole the show before we judge too quickly. Either JE is just getting a bunch of shine simply because he's the only one who can really promote stuff right now lol, OR, he really does shock people by how good his acting really is, and we just are yet to see it onscreen. 🤷🏾♀️
Im happy for jacob elordi but also why is that that when black actors and poc actors get positive reviews for there for performances they get neglected or never the given the respect that white actors who do the bare minimum get.
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Yea girl, I know what you mean. 😔 We all know what type of society we live in, so it's not even surprising at this point. But you're right, it's just annoying that poc actors get ignored ALL the time, even when we're acting our tails off in several roles. There's usually very little fanfare.
Like people really be putting white men on a pedestal for doing the bare minimum. Where is the kelvin harrison, nicole beharie, brian tyree henry, riz ahmed, kiki layne, etc love they've given amazing performances and yet havent even got the same amount of love as JE. Again Im happy JE its amazing to be praised for your work but can we also not reserve that praise only for white men.
THIS!!
Like, don't get me wrong, I'm happy for JE, and I'm happy for anyone who can make it in this cutthroat, sometimes back-stabbing and corrupt industry tbh..... But you're so right! Sooo many black actors and actresses put in awesome performances year after year --- and yet, where are their Oscar noms and wins? Everyone you mentioned are great actors. I'll also add Jharrel Jerome to this list.
You know good and well there is going to be some phenomenal acting in "The Color Purple Musical" when it comes out this year (*crosses fingers*), but let's see if it gets any mention/accolades.
POC actors are definitely NOT playing on an equal playing field in Hollywood. That's just the sad truth about it... 😔
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