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Thinking about James/Remus and seriously questioning why it's not a thing cause
1) the whole sun/moon lore I was talking about earlier
2) their shipname would be somn like "moonchaser" or "sunreader" or somn
3) it fits right into the running gag that James has a thing for people being mean to him
4) imagine all the possible angst mhmm mhmm Remus pining over James, finding out he likes his best friend, finding out she likes him back, losing him again and again ooooohhhhh just
5) but they're also perfect cause all Remus ever needs is to be loved and all James knows is to love someone else
6) ok but leave the angst, focus on the fluff. The possibilities omg friends to lovers just this time (minus all the usual angst that comes in wolfstar) and they're both just dumb oblivious idiots in love and it's so cute
7) thinking about all of this now I think what you said is right, people don't ship Remus with anyone other than Sirius but I think that's cause Sirius actually doesn't have many ships left then? Cause think about it like this: Sunreader, Bartylus, Marylily, Evan and Emmeline, Panda and Xeno, where does that leave Sirius? Sure Pete is there but...
8) ooooh ok going down this pipeline, for your consideration: Peter and Sirius. Omg it would make the "Sirius put in trial instead of Peter" thing sooooo much more ansgty ohhoo my brain is reeling rn
9) ok focusing back on moonchaser. They would make such a cute couple honestly. James would read all the books Remus reads and leaves lil doodles for him to find later. He would go to all the quidditch practices he can to support his bf. And he would right poetry and stuff about how hot James is.
10) ohhh They would share glasses omggg poor Remus grows up thinking everyone has shit vision then one day he wears James's as a joke and voila the world in HD
I'm so ngl, your influence on my brain has become on the best influences it has ever had cause omg all this potential all this angst and fluff I love this new me mhmm mhmm
hsirbdij omggggg I love this sm!!! thank you for sharing your brain with me.
sunreader sounds so gorgeous. I'm going insane. I love love LOVE the name!
1) yeah are literally the sun and the moon! they are perfect!
3) lmao. so true. I love the idea of remus being super sarcastic towards james and james swoons at every mean comment and tries very hard not to (he fails miserably)
4) urghhhhh not the unrequited feelings while having to be a supportive bestie trope (my beloved). I can imagine how mad it drives remus to watch them like each other, but being to scared to admit it. imagine the heartbreak when remus sees harry alias the combination of his parents
5) yesss. remus needs someone to love him even through all of his flaws, someone who isn't his parents and james who is literally the embodiment of love
6) "everyone can see it, but them" trope fr. it's them idfk
7) you make a fair point, but there are sooooooo many characters living in the marauders characters that no one ever uses. you could ship sirius with so many characters that no one ever talks abt (I'm currently working on a post with all the characters that I could find so that they're all in one place)
8) peter and sirius my loves <3 no one talks about them (me included whoops-). they have such a big angst potential that people just seem to be ignoring (once again bc most people refuse to leave the wolfstar bubble and just refuse to ship peter with anyone in general)
9) they would be the definition of tooth rotting fluff. they would make everyone sick with how sweet they are. couple goals fr
10) remus is me fr. the day I got my glasses was eye-opening lmao
glad to see that I have this kind of effect on people. I said it to you before but I'll say it again: welcome to the way more funnier side of being a multishipper hehehehe
also: I think I'm in love with you. marry pls, I'm begging 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 (/j... unless)
#also if anyone heared me scream when I saw this ask#no you fucking didn't#marauders#marauders era#marauders fandom#remus lupin#james potter#moonchaser#sunreader#urgh love that ship name#remus x james#sirius x peter#mentioned at least#loves#the lover with the great ideas#wow... you're bad at parking
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@bleuwalk asked: ngl i'm very curious to see all the hawkins ikkaku stuff you got cooking but 🧍 ahem presents forward x drake.
send me muses or characters you think would make a great ship for mine! (Still Accepting!)
Punk, if you give me any opportunity to talk about my Hawkins bullshit, I’m gonna and ya’ll are gonna be sick of me. So I’m just going to say that it’s a ship that is both ultimately bad for Ikkaku and yet the whole concept and the possibilities are just so compelling to me. It’s also one of the few times I’d accept a love triangle for Ikkaku because Hawkins being dangerously obsessed with Ikkaku and her having a thing with/for someone else just adds an extra layer of drama that is delicious.
Ooooohhhhh X Drake is a character I utterly adore as a ship for Ikkaku! It helps that I headcanon that Drake was basically the Smoker to the Heart Pirates during the North Blue days. He’d be one of the very few Marines Ikkaku would respect and would certainly be attracted to. Then he becomes a pirate and she’d feel more comfortable actually pursuing him instead of just flirting to fluster. I could see them developing a relationship, actually growing feelings for each other. It’s good and wonderful, and Ikkaku wouldn’t be intimidated by his more feral side that comes with being a carnivore-type Zoan. Hell, she’d find it hot.
Then Wano happens and the whole undercover Marine thing comes to light and Ikkaku would of course question if the whole relationship was a lie because if he’s been undercover for years just how much of what happened between them could she possibly trust??
It’s absolutely delicious and has so much wonderful story potential. I love shit like this. Ikkaku deserves love and adoration and a good partner but I also can’t help but hurt her like this. My poor girl, lol. I’m very grateful @abyssusinvo indulges me with this ship. <3
#bleuwalk#Time for Maintenance (OOC)#Wear My Heart on My Sleeve (Shipping)#Fossil Fuel - Drake x Ikkaku#High Priestess and Magician - Hawkins x Ikkaku#(I have so many thoughts on both of these ships you have no idea)#(I'm sorry Drake I'm sure you do care about Ikkaku but I'm also sure you care about your duty!)
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What do you think Elsas first day/week with the northuldra was like?
Oh boy. Ooooohhhhh boy.
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“Are you okay?” Asked a gentle voice behind Elsa’s back.
The blonde shuddered, trying to compose herself, and she wiped her mouth with the cloth Honeymaren held out to her.
“I’m... I’m fine”, muttered Elsa, retrieving a normal breathing, and focusing as much as possible to prevent the world from spinning around her.
The brunette softly approached and bent next to her to watch her pale face as the Snow Queen had been holding herself to a tree - cleverly chosen to be far from the working Northuldra, to not be noticed. Honeymaren inspected her features as she rubbed her back to help her ease out of her horrible feeling.
Elsa shivered at the touch, and the woman instantly retracted her hand. “Sorry! I just... I’m so sorry, I should have asked before touching you. I...”
“It’s okay.” Assured Elsa, clearing her throat to chase the last remnants of vomit she felt. The brunette’s palm on her bare skin had taken her out of her sickness for a whole new and different sensation, but she preferred to ignore it for now. She didn’t realize that having a bare back on her Fifth Spirit outfit would lead her to such a moment, and had settled to simply vanishing her double train for easier movements during their task. She stood up properly, adopting a better attitude.
She wiped her mouth one last time. “Thank you.”
Honeymaren blinked. “For the cloth? It’s normal, I’d have guessed that it’s a difficult thing to do on one’s first time...”
“No, thank you for teaching me how to skin a rabbit.”
“Oh.”
A silence passed, and the brunette smiled tenderly. “You’re welcome. I mean, I feel very bad when I see your state, but... Hey, you know what?”
Elsa turned to her, her face now recovering her normal colors and stretching in an interrogative manner. Honeymaren smiled.
“Think of it as a... How you call that again... Pajamas?”
The blonde couldn’t help but chuckle. The Northuldra’s accent wasn’t right, but she didn’t take note of it. “You want me to see it as if I’m stripping the rabbit out of its clothes?”
“Yes.” Laughed Honeymaren. “That’s the kind of technique Ryder and I used to think of when we were kids to not be repulsed.”
Elsa blinked, intense relief filling her soul. “So you were repulsed too on your first time...”
The brunette gave another one of those smiles that seemed to radiate good energy through the whole forest, and the Snow Queen felt her heart flutter. “Of course. You know, you shouldn’t be ashamed. I’m actually admirative of how curious you are and how many things you want to learn at once. You’ve been here for like... A week, isn’t it?”
Elsa nodded.
“And I feel like I only have a few things remaining that I haven’t taught you.” Giggled Honeymaren. “You’re a fast learner.”
“Not a fast skinner, though...” Winced Elsa, only half joking.
“It will come with experience.” Assured Honeymaren, not giving up on her. “And some Northuldra don’t like to do that at all. Everyone is polyvalent in the tribe, but we still have some assigned tasks, don’t worry.”
Elsa smiled. “You learn Arendellian words quite fast too.”
Honeymaren simply shrugged at the compliment. “I teach you hunt, you teach me Arendellian vocabulary. It’s fair.”
They laughed for a moment, and it joined the chirping of birds in this quiet area of the forest. The Fifth Spirit didn’t only teach Honeymaren Arendellian vocabulary, but also helpful ways. While, on every day that passed since Anna went back to the kingdom, the Northuldra had showed her how they spear fish, how they tie their clothes, how they herd reindeer, and so on to make the newcomer adapt to their rhythm of life, Elsa had done her best to show them how to improve those activities, however being genuinely careful to stay appropriate and respectful of their culture.
The very barrels they were currently stocking the dried meat in were a good example of this collaboration; Elsa could create as much ice as she wanted, and when she had showed them the properties of cold to preserve the meat, they all had thanked her deeply, for they were using salt before she dropped ice cubes in there.
A few Northuldra wanted to tell her that she actually hadn’t invented anything at all, because when Winter came, they traveled North and harvested ice themselves to put it in their stock. But the other Northuldra, led by Yelena, forbid them to tell Elsa for she had helped in a really nice way, completely clueless.
On the other hand, Elsa’s ingenious mind brought new perspectives to the tribe, and many learned from her too; she told them about some technology they could built based on what they have, or how to gain time on certain things. What Honeymaren admired at every occasion was how bashful and modest she was when making those suggestions; she never insisted if the Northuldra found her ways weird. But once, several lavvo builders had came back to her a few hours after her intervention to know more about her architectural point of view. Honeymaren had seen a particular light sparkle in Elsa’s eyes in that moment, and she had smiled at how passionate the Snow Queen was when she pointed at structures, or crafted ice models to make herself explicit.
“Honeymaren.”
The brunette blinked as the call of her name took her out of her reverie. She felt a bit ashamed. How long had Elsa tried to get her attention?
“Yeah, sorry, what were you saying?”
She saw that they had walked back to the part of the camp where the Sami people were stretching pelts on wooden frames to make clothes later.
“What’s next for us?” Asked Elsa.
The Northuldra blinked, her cheeks heating up for some reason. “Uh... I’m... What?”
“What do we do next? Is there another workshop I can attend? Does someone need our help somewhere?”
Honeymaren sighed internally, then was stunned by how enthusiastic Elsa was. “What, already? But you should take a break.”
“No, it’s okay.”
The brunette pointedly stared at her. “Elsa, you just threw up. You should rest. Or eat. Yeah, it’s pair of toxic all, but you should, because your stomach must be empty now and you’ll feel weak in a moment.”
Elsa grinned.
“What?” Frowned the Northuldra.
“It’s ‘paradoxical’.” Corrected the Snow Queen, biting her lip in a cute way to try her best not to burst of laughter.
Honeymaren didn’t feel embarrassed, rather confused. “It’s not a pair of toxic all?”
Elsa giggled, really struggling to not laugh out loud. “What would that even mean?”
The Northuldra put her hands on her hips exaggeratedly. “I don’t know, you tell me. Most of your words don’t mean anything.”
Now Elsa laughed openly. “I’m sorry. It’s just... Par-a-do-xical. But I’m happy to see you remember this word. I can’t even remember when I used it.”
“You keep using weird words.” Smiled Honeymaren, now teasing.
“Oh, do I?” Replied the blonde, her jaw dropping a bit at her sass.
A Northuldra approached as they were grinning at looking at each other in the eyes, and he sighed at the particular tension. “Say, when you two will be done, maybe you can go pick up wood.”
#asks#honeygaymaren#(whispers) they were flirtinnnng#on the first week you ask? dear they had their love blossoming slowly but surely#elsamaren#yes i couldn't let that opportunity go away lol#frozen#frozen 2#post frozen 2#it's obvious that it took some time for elsa to adapt#so at least let's have some fun with it#frozen prompts#frozen 2 prompts#post frozen 2 prompts#frozen drabbles#frozen 2 drabbles#post frozen 2 drabbles#writing
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BnHA Chapter 158: Deku VS Overhaul ~Conclusion~
Previously on BNHA: Eri escaped Overhaul and leaped into Deku’s waiting arms. Before Overhaul could grab them, Deku instinctively activated 100% OFA in his legs and leaped to safety on the surface. Back in the Pit of Despair, Nighteye told the others he’d seen Deku’s death in a vision, and he believes they can’t do anything to stop it. Up on the street level, Deku marveled at how all of his wounds were suddenly healed up. But then he collapsed in pain feeling like his body was being “pulled apart from the inside.” Overhaul reappeared, having merged himself with a new minion, and explained that Eri’s quirk gives her the power to “rewind” humans, reverting them back to a previous state. Depending on how she uses it, she can even rewind them back to nothingness. He made it out to be some cursed thing, but Deku was all “8D” and realized he was carrying a full-HP-restored-and-all-status-ailments-cured healer who was currently using her quirk uncontrollably, unable to turn it off. So he literally fucking strapped her to his back with Mirio’s cape, and activated 100% One for All Full Cowl.
Today on BnHA: We say goodbye to volume 17 and usher in the new era of volume 18. Overhaul monologues a bunch about quirks and mutations and disease and blah blah blah. He says brats like Deku can’t appreciate Eri’s value and the power of her quirk. Meanwhile Togawice watch from a safe distance, and Ochako floats Nighteye up to get him some medical help. Overhaul has more flashbacks about how the Comatose Boss (back before he was comatose) told him to stop selling quirk drugs and not to stray from the right path. Of course, as we all know, he didn’t listen, wanting to restore the yakuza to their former glory by starting a drug war and supplying both sides. It’s arguably implied here that Overhaul may be the one who put the Comatose Boss in his coma, but Horikoshi is very vague about it. At any rate, back in the present day Overhaul continues to rant at Deku, but Deku has fucking All Might power now, and he just. Beats the everloving shit out of him. Like, it takes about four pages. Holy shit. And just like that, this battle is finally over.
(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 187 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.)
WE’RE DONE WITH THE PREVIOUS VOLUME OH MY GOD. WE’RE ON TO A NEW VOLUME. A NEW VOLUME WHICH WILL FINALLY INCLUDE A NEW FUCKING ARC AT LONG LAST. SOMEBODY HOLD ME
IF KACCHAN ISN’T ON THE CHARACTER PAGE, I WILL FUCKING FLY TO JAPAN AND FIND OUT WHERE HORIKOSHI IS KEEPING MY BOY HOSTAGE AND SAVE HIM MYSELF
HERE WE GOOOO
ooooohhhhh
(ETA: I recall reading in an interview somewhere that Horikoshi usually colors the volume covers in Photoshop, but for this one he felt like doing something different and so he colored it by hand and very much enjoyed it. it looks good!)
somehow I wasn’t picturing this weird mutant Overhaul creature to be red. somehow it makes him look even more like a Zelda boss
100% OFA Deku looks so cool! and his OFA lightning has turned yellow just like All Might’s oh gosh
“a bright future” OH GOD YES PLEASE
THIS TITLE PAGE IS GIVING ME ALL THE FEELS??
NIGHTEYE YOU REALLY ARE GOING TO FUCKING DIE AREN’T YOU. FUCK
MIRIOOOOOO
FUCK THIS STUPID PAGE AND ITS “BACK IN THE GOOD OLD DAYS BEFORE ALL THE HORRIBLE THINGS HAPPENED” VIBE
(ETA: I HATE IT EVEN MORE NOW!! looking back on it now is giving me the headcanon that Mirio is actually sitting on the bench alone, sometime after this arc, and that’s actually Nighteye’s spirit sitting there, watching over him. I have no idea why my subconscious would choose to come up with a background story for this page that makes me want to cry even more.)
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[LEAPS OUT OF MY CHAIR AND POUNDS MY FIST ONTO MY DESK IN TRIUMPH]
(AND I REALLY DID YOU GUYS, AND THEN I THUMPED MY FIST ON MY DESK SEVERAL MORE TIMES FOR GOOD MEASURE!!!)
BAKUGOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
AND SHOUTO! AND INASA OH MY GOD, WHAT A PLEASANT SURPRISE. ARE WE FINALLY GOING TO SEE THEIR SPECIAL TRAINING??
(ETA: I love this volume)
AND SEIJI. MR. MEATBALL. SO YOU’RE STILL AROUND. YOU DIDN’T MAKE IT PAST THE FIRST ROUND, SO I’M VERY SURPRISED THEY APPARENTLY ALLOWED YOU TO TAKE THE SPECIAL TRAINING COURSE. BUT I GUESS WE’LL FIND OUT ALL ABOUT THAT
(ETA: Seiji sure has a lot of spare time on his hands huh)
WELL GUESS WHAT, OVERHAUL, THIS ONE PAGE HAS GIVEN ME THE POWER NEEDED TO DEFEAT YOU AND YOUR STUPID ARC ONCE AND FOR ALL. LET’S DO THIS. FOR KACCHAN AND SHOUTO. THE FORGOTTEN CHARACTERS
wow this opening panel is talking about the possible origin of quirks as a fucking virus spread by rats. like if the fucking bubonic plague gave you superpowers
oh no
I did not ask for an Overhaul flashback and I don’t care about him. go ahead and flesh him out if you must, but no amount of backstory can satisfactorily explain why he’s such a fucking creep
Tongue!Overhaul says that neither Deku nor Eri understand the value of Eri’s power
idk man, Deku’s already making some damn good use of it barely two seconds after discovering that it exists
so he’s explaining that her quirk can be used to rewind the mutation that brought quirks about
how come the version Tamaki got shot with only did this temporarily, though? does this mean the effect is eventually going to wear off on Deku and he’ll collapse with every last one of his bones shattered and probably die immediately omg
also would it then be possible to undo what happened to Mirio? or does the quirk not work on itself? goddammit
and in theory this could potentially even be used for creepy necromancy purposes. ohhhh man
(ETA: and also I’m telling you, the more I think about it, the more I’m becoming convinced that this is the quirk which will eventually bring All for One back to power. eventually someone is going to make the mistake of letting AFO come into contact with Overhaul over in Tartarus, and once that happens, things are going to go downhill fast.)
ironically, this actually seems like the most narrow-minded view of Eri’s quirk possible. most people would look at Eri’s quirk and immediately identify it as a healing quirk. the fact that he turned it into a destructive quirk tells you all you need to know about the kind of person he is right there
also, those buildings he’s casually smashing just so happen to have people in them omg
why would they not have evacuated by this point. there was a fight going on between a dragon and a giant villain for a full 20 minutes. for that matter, you’d think that local heroes would have eventually stepped in at some point. that’s plenty of time for backup to have arrived, and it should have been abundantly clear by that point that they needed it. so much about this doesn’t make any damn sense smh
(ETA: I think later on they confirm that there were only a handful of civilian injuries, though, and they were only light scratches and stuff. but all that means is that they got lucky goddammit.)
wowwwww Overhaul. wow
I’ll take “most ironic things villains have ever said” for $500, Alex
LOL
AND SO OVERHAUL WAS KICKED INTO SPACE, NEVER TO BE HEARD FROM AGAIN. NOTHING OF VALUE LOST, ETC
Deku’s thinking to himself that Eri’s power is getting stronger and that she doesn’t know how to stop it. “just like the first time I used One for All”
he’s thinking that she basically has her foot stuck on the gas pedal
OH HEY YOU GUYS
is he “Deku” now? no more Izuku-kun or -chan or whatever?
as for Mr. Compress, he got squished by Ryuukyuu and melted
Ochako’s floating up to the surface with Nighteye in tow. and they were smart enough to avoid removing the spike in his stomach so he doesn’t instantly bleed out
does Nighteye even still have his left arm omg
now we’re flashing back again to the old boss chewing out Overhaul for getting into a fight with some dude and laying him out in critical condition
the boss thinks Overhaul is going behind his back and undertaking some secret venture in the drug business
he says he told Overhaul not to get involved with those drugs. I think that was the flashback we saw some chapters earlier
and he’s again telling him “you must not stray from my path”
why am I starting to get the feeling that the boss never actually got “sick” and that was Overhaul’s doing as well...?
oh my god is he talking to Kurono here
I feel like this is the only person who could plausibly be shipped with him. it doesn’t hurt that at this point he’s literally the last Precept standing
Overhaul’s determined to restore the family back to its former glory
oh here we go. finally the complete master plan
so first they flood the streets with some of the “incomplete products” they have on hand that can temporarily erase quirks
and once people have gotten a taste of that they’ll all be clamoring to purchase the completed product from them at sky-high prices
!!!!!!
SO YOU’RE TELLING ME MIRIO’S QUIRK CAN BE RESTORED OH MY GOD. THERE IS HOPE!
did they actually start to work on that particular serum yet?
anyways, because the boss isn’t A COMPLETE MONSTER, he’s immediately telling him no
you know, this is one of those instances where the time-honored mob tradition of doing away with a troublesome family member before they get even more troublesome would not have gone amiss. just sayin’. in hindsight he probably wishes he had
instead he just told him “if you’re going to disobey our way of thinking then you should just leave”
Overhaul says all he wants to do is repay the boss for taking him in
then why don’t you start by, I don’t know, FUCKING LISTENING TO HIM oh my god
but instead he went behind his back, continued torturing the innocent little girl, and proceeded with his plan
(ETA: okay, so! after much discussion, I have come to agree with the people saying that this scene...
...which I initially took to be Overhaul relenting, followed by the transition from the flashback back to the present, is in fact actually Overhaul making the decision to take his boss out of commission. the fade to black and the startled look on the boss’s face are intended to show that Something Bad is about to happen. and the next panel after that is just Overhaul thinking about how he owes a great debt to the boss, and that if they proceed with his plan, they can restore the family. “look forward to it, Pop.” so yeah, that does make sense.
what still annoys me though is that they don’t explicitly confirm it, even though it’s arguably the key moment in terms of Overhaul’s development into a villain. the series has no problem showing Eri’s torture in way more detail than anyone ever needed or asked for, and yet this key scene merely gets hinted at. it’s basically the thing all of these flashbacks are leading up to, and then they just... don’t show it.
there is one possible reason I can think of for this, which is that this scene is from Overhaul’s perspective, and because he wants to continue thinking of himself as the loyal son who’s doing this all for the sake of his father figure, it makes sense that he would censor his own recollection of the incident in order to further convince himself that it was all for the best. but while that explains the vagueness, there are still tons of other ways Horikoshi as the author could have confirmed it for us. for instance he could have showed it from Kurono’s perspective instead. or hell, just confirm it with a simple line of dialogue if you have to. but narratively, I think the decision to leave it inconclusive hurts the story by robbing us of the coolest, most dramatic and defining moment of Overhaul’s past.
so idk, I’m still not the biggest fan of this scene. for me, it comes tantalizingly close to being the kind of super dark twist I was hoping for, but then fails to stick the landing. so I’m hoping the anime can improve on this a little bit.)
so now we’re back in the present, and there are a few panels of Overhaul screaming that everyone else is missing the bigger picture, and he’s trying to destroy this world (the word “world” being in quotation marks, so I assume he means society, not the actual world), and that the “fake heroes” who are fixated on their tiny notions of justice need to stay out of his way
boy this is getting tiresome. it’s like someone combined Stain and Overhaul and created... Worse Overhaul
but he really doesn’t stand a chance against a 100% Deku, I think
well, we just had three huge pages of Deku beating the shit out of Overhaul. what do you guys think. climax? are we done at last?
oh my god you guys
;________; WE DID IT
(ETA: this is the quickest Final Battle a 40+ chapter arc has ever had. I’m not complaining, mind. good god am I not complaining)
so Deku punched Nighteye’s vision in the face?? apparently?
I mean, there didn’t even seem to be any point where he was even remotely in danger of dying. so either there’s something coming up, or Nighteye really screwed up on that one
either way it’s not like I mind? holy shit. we’re done? we’re really done?? ARE WE MOVING ON FROM THIS ARC
oh my god you guys. hey google play “We Are the Champions”
hang in there Kacchan and Shouto. we’re coming, lads
no bonus, this volume is pretty skimpy on the omake content honestly. but hey guys, tomorrow our favorite villain with too many hands makes his own long-awaited reappearance! google, when you’re done with this song, get ready to play some AC/DC next. we’re about to embark on the Highway to Hell, baby.
#bnha#boku no hero academia#overhaul (bnha)#midoriya izuku#bnha spoilers#mha spoilers#makeste reads bnha#okay you guys#just letting you know right now my manga-reading progress is about to take another hit for the next few days#because I just got a subbed copy of bnha two heroes#so I'm gonna be watching that#and I'll be liveblogging it as well so it's gonna take a while#but oh my god I'm so excited
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A Man On Fire - Chapter 35
From: HCDeRobiano
To: BJLCubbins
Subject: Walk walk walk walk walk
Jared,
Stop calling me because I'm too busy right now, too busy walking this mess out of my system, I have no fucking clue if it's working or not, but if and when I find out, you'll be the first to know. My arms and my shoulders hurt like hell, so if you don't mind I'll stop tapping on this stupid screen right now!
Ignore the bitchy mood, I'm not angry at you, no I LOVE YOU!
Coco
Oh thank god, finally! She had just walked off after the whole Sean thing without another word, he'd been looking everywhere and blowing up her phone but complete radio silence was his part, until now.
From: BJLCubbins
To: HCDeRobiano
Subject: Re: Walk walk walk walk walk
Babe,
Saying 'I LOVE YOU TOO' doesn't even cover what I'm feeling right now, so stop walking and let me catch up with you, but first I need to know where the fuck you are.
Jay
Harper stopped in her tracks when she heard 'his' beep, how the fuck am I supposed to know where I am, it's not like I know my way around here, wait where did I come from? Did I see anything on the way here? Left or right? Oh fuck this, I'm lost..again! Will you stop being all impulsive Coco? Fat lot of good this is doing anyway!
Jared rolled his eyes and sighed when he got her e-mail, right ok, she had no clue, this pure..wonderful, beautiful, irritating..at times..lunatic of his, try and be mad at this girl I dare you!?
Mumbling profanities she stopped, oh fuck this was useless, I don't even know the name of the hotel we're staying in, how can I possibly expect to find my way back then? My way back to where? Go sit down, across the road there's a coffeeshop, you've been walking for half an hour now, enough getting lost for one day. Did it ever stop snowing in this country? Even for a second would be nice, because she was so cold and soaked and she desperately needed to pee and then call Jared, come on red light, will you turn green? Ah finally the little green man popped up, she hopped over the icy puddles, her sneakers were soaked through and through, ooooohhhhh, she almost slipped treading on a spot of ice but was rescued just in time by a hand that grabbed her arm and was pulled against a hard chest. “Oh I'm so sorry, entschuldigung, Ich kann so unbeholfen sein..” she blurted out, was that even a correct German sentence, and why did she even care about spelling right now? “alright, that came out a little too smoothly, I hope that is not some pick up line in German”. Hearing his voice startled her and she spun around, “Jay?! Oh god!” she immediately jumped in his arms, he was here, he had come to save her once again “how did you find me? I was so lost and I was on the verge of panicking, and..”.
Carhorns honking silenced her and he quickly dragged her to the safety of the curb, “I'll always find you, where you are, no matter how much you're lost, I'll always find you” he whispered as he cupped her face between his hands “with the phone tracking app I got installed on my phone” his lips curled into a smile before he plucked a kiss from her mouth. “You're such a romantic..” she huffed with clapping teeth, “I am, I'm a hopeless romantic with a smartphone..” he giggled “and coffee, coffee is romantic too,right? Come on, let's get you inside”. Heads turned, whispers buzzed around them as they walked inside the warm, crowded coffeeshop, but he ignored it all by oozing 'distance', he didn't make eyecontact with anyone but her, making her feel like she was the only woman to him, she could have sworn she heard a collective gasp when he kissed her tenderly in front of all these people, before she finally shrugged off her wet coat and sat down and he went in search of coffee. “Extra caramel and extra honey” he put down the steaming mug in front of her, “yay” she rubbed her frozen hands together in delight before she almost burned them on the mug and he sat down next to her putting his arm around her shoulder. “I wasn't kidding you know, I'll always find you” he nuzzled her wet hair while she pulled up her legs and snuggled even deeper into his embrace, “Shayla..and.. Sean..did you..?” she almost puked the names. “Yep..fired both of them” he put his chin on the top of her head and she felt him tense up, “what a mess..because of me you no longer have a roadie or a PA, I'm so sorrry, babe..” she suddenly felt really uncomfortable and sat up to sip her piping hot coffee. “I no longer have a roadie or a PA because of them, not because of you, you hear me? I don't care about either of them, as long as I have you, that's all that matters, you can be my PA and/or roadie” he sat up too trying to get her to look at him. She took a deep breath before she faced him shaking her head “I don't..know if I..whether I..” she tried to push the words out, oy this was so hard.., “I don't know if I'm cut out for these kind of jobs, darling..I don't know if I want to be on your payroll anymore, it complicates things..I just want to..” oh please don't look at me like I'm some kind of saboteur. “You want to what? What do you want to do?” he whispered, this wasn't easy for her he could tell, “Paint, paint, paint and then paint some more” she leaned forward and gently banged her head in frustration against the table before she straightened her back again and gave him a look of despair “I know it's ridiculous because logistically it's a disaster, I can't be dragging all these large canvases all around Europe, anyway, forget I said anything, it's ridiculous and impossible..so I'll continue being your roadie, because being your PA is one huge no-no, I'm not gonna be bossed around, not on a professional level anyway!”.
How the hell did he ever deserve such a beautiful, headstrong, fierce firecracker? “you had me worried there for a second” he grinned and pulled her close again “seriously though, I do understand your frustration, I hate how my career is putting your career on hold, I'll make it up to you, I promise, the minute we get some time off, we'll be on the first plane to New York, we'll lock ourselves up, you'll paint, we'll make love from dusk to dawn and I'll make absolutely sure to boss you around the bed too” he grinned “we'll have dinner, go for long walks..it'll be just us, how does that sound?”. Harper turned her head to face him “sounds absolutely wonderful, when do we leave?” don't get your hopes up too much, she had checked the band's schedule, and it was absolutely packed, leaving little time for some kind of getaway..oh well, wasn't his career far more important than her splashing paint around? He made millions and had millions of fans around the globe waiting for him to get up on that stage and give them the time of their life..what did she do that was so bloody important? Exactly!
”Next time you plan another tour, can you please plan it in the middle of summer or somewhere in the southern hemisphere? Because I can't take much more of this snow to be honest” she grumbled as she looked out of the window where the city was rapidly covered by another white blanket. “If you've lived in Southern California for practically half of your life, like I have, then you actually adore snow” there was that familiar twinkle in his eyes, something she had been missing the last couple of days. He picked up on her sudden nervousness, rolling another hot cup of latte between her hands while she drifted away deeper into her thoughts, “what is it?” he kissed her temple, hearing little gasps around him, he turned to look at the room, oh great they had an audience..for the first time in his life he didn't give a flying fuck, they could watch all they liked, he was so proud to be here with her, and show the world that she was actually his, he even pulled her a little tighter. Ah the phones were out, tomorrow they would be all over the internet for sure, didn't matter, what did matter was this beauty right here. “Oh nothing..just what you said..that's where our lives are so different..you're all settled and I'm so restless..I've got so much to do and I get so easily distracted here, there's you..there's this tour..Sean and Shayla..my parents...” she breathed. Ok, her honesty was unexpected and took his breath away “don't you want to be with me? I mean, the tour only just started..I know you're homesick but like I said: I promise you we'll go back to New York as soon as possible, I'll have Shayla check my schedule and..” he rattled, his mind racing to try and come up with a solution for her, make her stay, whatever you do make her stay, you can't be on your own again.
“You just fired Shayla, remember?” she rolled her eyes at him and reassured him immediately “it's not that I don't want to be with you, I love you, you know I do! it's just been a little bit too much..”. What she said didn't even begin to reassure him “are you leaving me? I'll do whatever it takes but I don't want you to leave” he suddenly sounded really serious, “I'm not leaving you, Jared, I didn't say that..I just need space..I can't explain it..” she started stumbling over her words as well. “Space? Define space..we haven't even been together for a month and you already need space?” please no, I've only just found you, I can't lose you, “You know what? Forget I said anything, I'm just..pfff” she fought to stay calm, he really didn't understand, did he? why did she even bring this up?. He picked up their cups and stood up without another word, heading for the counter, watching him leave and seeing the anger and level of upset just by looking at his back almost made her physically sick, come on Coco, don't fuck this up again. Count to ten, take a deep breath, he picked up the cups of coffee and slowly turned to walk back, don't lose your patience, you've both been under a lot of stress lately and there's absolutely no point to start taking it out on each other. “That's yours” he put down the steaming caramel latte in front of her and sat down next to her again, but there was no arm folding around her “Thanks” she looked at him but he just stirred his coffee. “I don't need space from you, Jay..that's not what I meant..uhm..ok, lately I've been feeling pretty disconnected from myself..like what you said just now about living in one place for so long..”. Finally he turned his head and made eyecontact with her “I..” he started but she put the tips of her fingers against his mouth “it got me thinking..within two days we'll be in Italy, right? So, maybe it's time..time I went and confronted my parents”. The shock in Jared's eyes said it all, this wasn't her smartest move, she knew it and he knew it too, “I have to try, Jay..no matter the outcome..it's been weighing on me for far too long and it needs to stop” she swallowed hard, here went absolutely nothing “will you come with me, Jared?”. His arm slipped around her waist and he finally pulled her closer “of course I'll come with you” he breathed his answer against the swell of her full lips “I'm sorry I freaked out..I know we haven't been together that long but I just can't imagine my life without you in it anymore”.
#jared leto#jared leto fan fic#jared leto fanfic#jared leto fanfiction#fanfic#fanfiction#fic#a man on fire#chapter 35#30 Seconds To Mars#30 seconds to mars fanfic#caroline18mars#Harper Coco#harper and jared
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15 Questions Tag Game
Rules: Answer 15 questions as either yourself or one of your OCs, then tag 15 some people.
Tagged by @quilloftheclouds
Thanks so much! I already did one of these for Kul, but I love sharing anything and everything about my OCs, so I’m more than happy to go again!
I’ll be doing this one for Jude.
What is your full name?
Ugh. It’s ‘Judeas’. Please don’t tell anyone.
What does your full name mean?
To be honest, I don’t really know. I never got the chance to ask my parents before... well... they got really sick, and then they went away. Kasaika says it’s my fault.
What are your nicknames/aliases/epithets/other names?
Jude. For the love of the gods, please just call me Jude.
What is your gender?
I’m a boy!
What is your sexuality?
Umm...
*whispering off-camera*
Hey, Braheem, what does- Oh, okay. Well, I don’t think I could ever dislike anyone, so that means I’m probably pan, right?
*more whispering*
OOOOOHHHHH, okay.
*back on camera*
I’m bisexual.
Where are you from?
As in, originally?
Well, I’m not really sure. My parents went away and then Kasaika got us into the Kingdom. I was really young, so I don’t remember much. Kasaika doesn’t like to talk about back then.
When were you born?
I have no idea. Probably at least ten years ago.
How old are you?
I think at least ten. Braheem says I’m closer to fifteen, but that seems like a really long time.
Where do you live?
I’m not supposed to talk about that.
(Author’s note: he lives in a literal underground criminal organization called the Kingdom of Thieves. This isn’t a spoiler.)
What is your Quirk called?
A Quirk? I don’t think I have one of those. I’m not sure if it counts, but I have a Gift. I can heal people if I touch them, but then I get hurt. It always goes away quickly, though, so it’s not a big deal.
Who are your family members?
It’s just me and my brother now.
Who are your pets?
I’m not allowed to have animals. They probably wouldn’t like it in my cave, anyway.
What do you look like?
I’ve noticed I’m pretty pale compared to everyone else. Braheem says it’s because I never go outside. Uh... I have a lot of scars. Most of them belong to other people. There’s one under my left eye that’s actually mine. When I feel it, I can tell it’s a little weird looking. I think my hair is black. It feels kinda fluffy, and Braheem says it’s always a mess. Not sure what color my eyes are.
Who’s your favorite pro-hero?
I don’t think I know what that means.
How about I just say who my personal hero is? It’s my brother. Kasaika was the one who got us into our home. He always makes sure I have enough to eat and stuff. He’s really busy, but I know he cares. He’s my brother, so he has to, right?
Tagging (sorry if I already tagged you in a game like this? You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.): @lemon-i-scream, @somuchtowrite, @practising-writer, @ephemeralseraph, @whywritewhenyoucansleep and anyone else who wants to do it!
#tag game#15 questions tag#ocs#my ocs#writing#Jude#Marlett#marlettwrites#this turned kinda sad#whoops#sorry not sorry
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It’s not twins
Olivia was a loner but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to become a mother, she preferred living miles away from anyone and her partner didn’t mind since he was away most the year with work. Olivia and her love suited each other, they both were loners but they both wanted kids. She worked on from home on the computer, so she knew she wouldn’t have to worry about child care.
It didn't take long for their wishes to come true, they were both over the moon. Olivia missed having her own family around, though they were noisy she still loved them. Her many sisters were sad went she had made the decision to leave the big family, she often wondered growing up in such a big family was the reason she now wanted only a small number of people around her.
During the second month of her pregnancy she was getting anxious for things to start to happen, then her stomach started churning. She dashed down the hall to the bathroom, where she threw herself over the toilet and was sick again and again. Stupid morning sickness, serves her right for wanting something to happen she thought unhappily.
A few weeks later Olivia felt rewarded by seeing her 10 week pregnant body. Standing sideways in front of the mirror she noticed the small pregnant belly and she could feel how firm it was. She wondered if it was normal to be showing this early though it was only a little, she knew it wasn’t obvious unless you looked for it.
Then at 16 weeks she noticed how puffy and tender her breasts were, she was amazed how much her body had changed and she was only 3 and a half months pregnant. She wished her partner was home to see this but he would be working away for next couple of months. She couldn't resist examining her pregnant body closer, she cupped hands over her tender swollen breasts and her nipples were hard. Each time her fingers brushed over them it felt so good.
A couple of weeks later when she hit the 4 months pregnant mark her condition was becoming more obvious, this was all proof that that a baby was growing inside her. So she didn’t mind that already she was struggling to fit in most her clothes and her once loose clothes were snug. But she was measuring larger then she was meant to, maybe she had been over eating or she had got the dates wrong.
A week or two later when she was doing the washing up she felt her first little flutter from deep inside her womb as my unborn baby moved for the first time. Dropping everything she took off the gloves and she moved her hands under her shirt to already round four months pregnant belly. “Well hello baby, I wondered what it was like having a baby move inside you. I wish your daddy was here too feel this."
Thinking about him she moved her hands higher and fondled her bare plump breasts under her top, she had given up with bras since no one would see her. Soon her nipples were hard and her four months pregnant body became more aroused as they were fondled by her slightly damp fingers.
She walked upstairs deciding to get out of her restricting clothes. As she caught herself in the bedroom mirror, she noticed she was definitely getting a belly. She just loved the way she looked when pregnant shape looked though her back was killing her. "Well baby, you’re a bit bigger than expected. But I don’t mind at all.” Olivia said rubbing her tummy. She had wanted this child for so long.
When she was five months pregnant, she picked up her man from the station glad her had finally came home. Though she noticed she had to push her seat back to accommodate the belly, it was unmistakable as it jutted out of her. When Roy got into the car his eyes looked like they were going to pop out his head. “how have you been?” he asked.
"Well there’s someone I want you to meet," she told him. Taking his hand, she moved it to where the baby was moving and kicking. "That's our baby" she said with a smile as he joined her in equally big smile.
"Wow! Are you sure there’s only one or maybe you’ve got your dates mixed? What do the doctors say?" her partner asked enjoying the feel of her stomach.
“Please don’t be mad, we do live so far away. To be honest I haven’t been going, I don’t like hospitals and women have been doing this for thousands of years” Olivia explains.
Her partner left it he wanted to enjoy his time with her until he left again. She often couldn't help wondering if Roy ever looked at other girls when on business trips. He was always away more than he was at home, but he seemed so keen to become a father.
But when he was away she would enjoy her own body, her breasts were just starting to fill with milk, making them soft and nearly double their normal size, and they were so sensitive. She would spend the lonely nights enjoying her growing body, there was just something about her being pregnant.
The night after Roy left to go back to work over seas she hand another of these sessions in her room. Her stomach was so firm and round and her hands were always drawn to her rounding pregnant tummy to feel the baby kick. It was such an amazing sensation. Moving her hands higher, she began to fondle her breasts and overly sensitive nipples. She had wrapped a robe around her naked gravid body, but at the rate she was growing it wasn’t going to fit for much longer.
At 6 months all Olivia could do a lot less around the house, she was starting too feel overdue already. Her baby was very active and very big, her breasts seemed to keep growing with her firm and smooth orb of a belly.
Recently the online supermarket stopped delivering since it was so far from the town. So once a week she would have to drive for an hour to get shopping, and it was getting tighter and tighter each time behind the steering wheel. Also each time took her a little longer than as she didn't want to do anything that would hurt the unborn baby. She hated going out in public as so many stared at her and her belly.
A month later Olivia was watching TV, her entire belly filled her lap. When she had clothes on she looked almost comical like she had just put a beach ball under her top it stood out so much. She then herd a knock on the door and when she answered it a not quite as pregnant women stood before her, Olivia invited her in.
“My name’s Carol, are you Olivia?” The women explained that the way the wife of Roy, that all this time he has been living 2 lives. That’s why neither of the women hardly saw him. Both of them cried and talked. “He always had a thing for wanting to spread his seed around the country, how far along are you?”
“I’m 33 weeks, what about you?” Olivia said feeling huge next to Carols tiny bump.
“I’m 20 weeks, i am really sorry to break the news to you. Especially because you got two babies on the way” Carol said.
“Oh no, it must be horrid finding out your husband’s had another women. Oh and I’m only carrying one, so we are totally even” Olivia explained. She was tired of people thinking it was twins, she couldn’t cope with two especially now she knew she would totally be on her own.
Olivia was lucky that she worked from home, though she was struggling now days to type with her bump in the way. She had sorted her finances so she could survive without money from the man who used her. She noticed that her belly seemed a lot lower than before, she was relived as the mystery of why everyone thought it was twins had been revealed obviously she was a month further along than first thought. She decided she must of got her maths wrong and she was just carrying larger because of that.
Squeezing behind the steering wheel of her car she did her weekly drive to the supermarket. She would hear people sometimes gossiping about her. "She's huge, she won’t admit it’s multiples" she heard one women whisper. "I heard she won’t even go get a check-up, she's going to have a shock if anything goes wrong" another woman added.
The strong fast kicks from her unborn baby told her the baby was going to be born any day now, she was gave she had everything she needed at home. She payed for her shopping and wasn’t looking forward to her next trip next week. The journey back was long and uncomfortable for Olivia, she hoped the baby would come soon.
But the baby got bigger and stronger, and her breasts kept growing. Her nipples were always hard and leaking. She could feel the baby putting so much pressure on her hips, she was certain she was overdue. She was done with being pregnant, none of her clothes fit her.
One day when she awoke something felt different, she undressed and looked at herself in the mirror. If possible she was carrying the baby even lower as it had dropped into position to be born. She could only waddle around the house, and it seemed apart from a few robes she couldn’t really wear much either. She could feel the lack of space in her active belly.
One morning her plump breasts were so filled with milk that they actually were painful. Undoing the top buttons of her nightgown, she began fondling the nipple with her thumb until they were even firmer and taking them between her thumbs and forefingers milking her own breasts. The relief washes over her until she felt a twinge, she stops wondering if that a contraction. She waits and after an hour she knows enough have passed that she knows her baby will be born today.
The contractions were still mild and far apart so she washed her huge pregnant body for the last time. Her pregnant belly was huge and really low, unknown to her she was 38 weeks. She decided to put the nightgown back on for now, she slowly make her way downstairs. She didn’t want anyone, she wanted to do this one her own. Her labour kept progressing, with pains coming every 15 minutes and getting a little stronger. “Ooooohhhhh baby, I can tell you are going to be big being almost a month overdue”. She had decided that’s how overdue she must be, being this big.
She rode the contractions until she couldn’t take it any longer then waddled back up the stairs the contractions were coming every 10 minutes and make her double over and gasp for my breath. Suddenly there was intense pressure in her lower back and she gripped the table in the upstairs hall and moved her knees wide apart wanting to push as she groaned loudly. "Oh baby, not yet I need to do this slowly because you’re going to be big and I don’t want to damage myself".
But it all gets too much when her waters suddenly break and she can feel the baby enter the birth canal. She starts to crawl to her bedroom, “naaaggggggg baby pleeeeeese wait for me to get to the bed” she begs. But she knew her baby was going to be born right now, the contractions were different she felt the baby move and push though her lips as it crowns. She starts to pant and she sways her hips while on her hands and knees, she abandons the idea of going to her room she just wants the baby out.
She feels the head pop out of her, she then feels one shoulder leave then the other and the baby rushes out of her. Olivia looks at her son in wonder, "Wow, you’re so tiny, makes me wonder how this little guy made my belly so big.” She wobbly gets up and carries the baby to the bed and lays him down. She takes of the nightgown and then she lays next to her son, she get him to start feeding.
She feels a strange sensation, but guesses it the afterbirth. She starts to do some experimental pushing, but the pain gets more and more intense as she feels something hard travelling down her birth canal. It feels like another baby but she refuses to believe it’s twins. She feels another long pain like a contraction that build up, shakily she feels down there and feels a head emerging. She can’t pretend anymore, she is having another baby.
On the next contraction she pushes with all she’s got, groaning then grunting then screaming as the baby's head pushed out in a gush. She gets the shoulders out with the next contraction and delivers the baby. Her baby now has a brother, looks like it was twins after all.
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Empathy and Customer Service
So this is something I think a lot about, and wanted to make a post about. It’s gonna be long, heads up!
I work in a customer service based job - an inbound call center - as my day job. I have people call me every day with problems with our website, with orders, with concerns, questions, and, often, anger.
Now, this isn’t going to be a post about Oh yeah customer service is the WORST people are TERRIBLE. I do acknowledge that customer service is very different across different fields - someone working at a restaurant is going to deal with people in a very different setting than I do! But in my work I’ve learned a principle that I feel is really important when interacting with people in a customer service setting - or interacting with people at all.
Empathy. Let me explain what I mean.
When someone comes into a customer service experience and is mad at you, our first instinct is to get defensive or get mad back. Especially when the person who is mad is wrong! There are plenty of times that that happens.
“Your website shows everything TOO SMALL! How do you expect me to read it?? This is ridiculous your company should not have such small previews on the website this is absurd!!”
“Ma’am. Have you tried clicking the ‘full preview’ button?”
The most valuable tool I have gained, when people are mad at me, is to empathize with them - even when it feels counter-intuitive, even when they’re wrong. Especially when they’re wrong! When the conversation begins, the client (and you) can view it as “Client vs. Me/My Company.” But by expressing empathy, it shifts to “Client and Me vs. The Problem.” This is a much more effective dynamic, and even if the problem can’t be solved, oftentimes people will leave that exchange feeling better about the fact that it can’t be solved.
Here’s an example of this in action, that I’ve seen personally.
A roommate I lived with for a few months was very, very sick. She would vomit after every meal, and this had been happening for half a year. She was of the buck-up-and-deal persuasion, so it wasn’t until we were roommates that I convinced her to get some help.
We went to the hospital, got a doctor’s appointment, and explained the problem. The doctor hemmed and hawed and sighed, said “oh it’s probably nothing, it’s probably just stress, it’s probably all in your head, try doing ___ and see if it gets better in a few weeks.” I thought, a few weeks?? All in her head?? She can’t eat NOW!
We saw another doctor. Similar story. I started getting very frustrated. No one was acting like this was a cause for concern. My roommate, in my eyes, was possibly dying and no one was treating it like it was a problem! The more people we saw, the more angry and peeved I got. I was the unreasonable, angry customer. (I tend to really care about my friends and roomies, and champion their battles as my own, heh.)
Finally we went to the Emergency Room. We were waiting for ages in a little hospital room, and a male nurse walked in with my roomie’s sheet. He looks at it, looks at her. “So, you’ve been throwing up after every meal?”
“Yes.”
“Geez, I’m sorry to hear that! That sounds awful!”
It was like a ray of light. This was the first person to even acknowledge, in any way, that this was a struggle and a problem for my friend. I wanted to cry “THANK YOU!” and hug him! He said he’d do what he could to help, and we actually did get help. (Her gallbladder had died, if you were wondering. One quick surgery and she was right as rain. But I mean, jeez, her gallbladder was rotting for seven months and people kept telling her it was in her head.)
The important thing was, I immediately trusted that this nurse would try to help. Because of his brief statement of empathy. It took him two seconds, but it made the entire experience a hundred time’s better for my friend and I. It made me feel like he was on our side.
So now, when someone calls in to me and expresses frustration with a problem they’re having - I think of how they’re feeling first, and reach to that. A simple “I’m sorry to hear that! That must be so frustrating!” can go a long way. Because even if the problem they’re having is dumb or not real, the feelings they have about it are real. Fixing the problem without acknowledging the feelings can mean a technically correct experience, but the person doesn’t walk away from it feeling any better.
The above quoted phone call, where they weren’t clicking the full preview button? Great example. I could answer their question and they’d leave knowing how to open the preview to full size. But they’d feel kind of dumb, wouldn’t they? I would, if I were frustrated by a problem confusing enough that I reached out to an employee, and they proceeded to act like I was an idiot for having the problem at all. No one wants to feel that way. So I empathize.
“Your website shows everything TOO SMALL! How do you expect me to read it?? This is ridiculous your company should not have such small previews on the website this is absurd!!”
“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry to hear that! Thank you for bringing this to our attention, because if everything is too small to read, then something might be wrong with our website. Would you mind going through it with me right now, so we can find out what exactly is happening with the website so we can get it fixed for you?”
“Of course.”
“Wonderful, thank you so much. Okay, the homepage looks like this. Now, I want to make sure everything is showing up correctly, so can you describe what you see here? Okay, now, there should be a little button above the preview that says “Full preview”, can you see that there?”
“Ooooohhhhh, yes, I see that - oh, that’s much better and easier to see! I just didn’t see that button there.”
“Oh good, that’s what it was! Phew! I’m glad that our website is working okay, thank you so much for helping me to check that! I wanted to make sure that everything was functioning properly, so that was a great help.”
That exchange would have left the customer feeling much better. Rather than feeling like an idiot and a burden, I’ve not only empathized with their frustration, but helped them to feel like they helped me. I lost nothing but time in doing that, and it means that they’ll walk away feeling like a listened to their problem, and really cared about it and them.
Expressing empathy is critical in all interactions, I feel. You can have opportunities to interact with people where it’ll feel like you vs them, instead of you and them vs. the problem. Actually listening to people, and then expressing empathy towards their issue, does worlds to create a dialogue where people can feel understood and validated. And when they feel understood and validated, then you can work together to find the resolution.
#customer service#empathy#thought I had#blog post#I don't know how to get tumblr to shorten this to one of those click on it to read posts instead of the whole caboodle at once
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You’re Not Gay?
Can you do one where the reader is bisexual and peter has a crush on the reader but doesn't know how to say it to her cause he always saw her with girls and he's scared that she actually is lesbian and not bisexual but the truth is she likes him too but she never been with a boy before (she kissed boys but never dated one) so she is scared cause she doesn't know how to say it to him too
A/N: SO I know this wasn’t the first thing that was requested, and there are definitely others that take precedent over this one, but this was really the first one I had an idea for. Sorry to all those who have been waiting on a request, i’m travelling all month so I really don’t have much time to write, but i’m trying my best. I hope to get all your requests done very soon. Also, this is really just a bunch os dialogue. Whoops. I’m sorry for not really writing, I'm travelling, and I'm sick so this has been getting difficult. I’ll do my best to keep up with requests.
Warnings: N/A
Masterlist
Peter sat at lunch with Ned, staring across the cafeteria at you.
“Remind me why you haven’t asked her out?” Ned asked.
Peter turned to stare at Ned.
“Are you dumb?” Peter asked.
“I would argue otherwise,”
“Y/N isn’t interested in me. I have a feeling she isn't interested in any guy,”
“Dude, I heard that she kissed that guy Logan at Liz’s party a few months ago,” Ned said.
“Yeah, but the past three years I've known her she’s only dated girls. She made out with one guy, one time, I don’t think that automatically makes her straight,” Peter said.
“I’m pretty sure she’s gay,” Peter added.
Ned shrugged.
Later that day, you ran into Peter at his locker after school.
“Hey Peter!”
“Hey, Y/N,” Peter smiled.
You absolutely adored Peter. Peter Parker was the perfect boy. He was smart, caring, loyal, and not to mention pretty.
Peter was very pretty.
“Do you have plans for this weekend, Parker?”
“Ned and I are going to finish building his Lego Death Star,”
“That sounds so fun! I hope you guys have a great time,”
“Thanks! What about you? Have plans?”
“Yeah, actually. I have a date,”
Peter frowned slightly, hurt that you were seeing someone.
“Who’s the girl?” Peter asked.
“Ive been running into her at the coffee shop almost every day before school and she kinda just asked me out,”
“Thats nice, I hope you have fun,” Peter said, closing his locker and walking away.
Later that evening you went on your date with the girl from the coffee shop. You had a nice enough time, but the entire time your mind drifted to Peter, and hoy you wished it was him you were with.
You went home after the date, only thinking of Peter. You decided to live him a call.
Peter was sitting at home when his phone rang.
“Y/N?”
“Hey, Peter,”
“Shouldn’t you be on your date?” Peter asked.
“I kind of cut it short. She really isn’t my type,”
“Sorry to hear that,”
“Eh, it’s alright, I kind of have my eyes on someone else,” you admitted.
“Really? Who’s the lucky lady?” Peter asked
“Actually its a guy,”
“Wait… aren’t you gay?” Peter asked, confused.
You laughed, “No, i’m actually bisexual,”
“Oh!” Peter exclaimed.
“I thought you knew that?”
“Ned kept trying to tell me that you were into guys, but I never believed him,”
“Well, you better believe it, hon. I like them all,”
“Good to know,”
You were both silent. You could only hear the slight buzzing from the phone.
“So, uh, why’d you call?” Peter asked, breaking the silence.
“Oh, I dunno. I was thinking about you and thought i’d give you a call,”
Peter smiled on his end of the line.
“Sorry,” you said. You could feel your face heating up.
“Hey, i’m sorry Y/N, Ned just got here, I have to go, but i’ll see you on Monday and you’ll have to tell me more about this guy you like,”
“Have fun with Ned,” you said, hanging up.
When Peter opened the door for Ned, the first thing Peter said was “You were right,”
“What?” Ned asked.
Peter moved aside, allowing Ned into his apartment.
“You were right about Y/N. She’s not gay,”
“Ah! I told you,”
“She’s bisexual, but apparently theres this guy that she’s interested, so I still have no chance with her,”
“Are you kidding, you have to ask her out,”
“I don't know, Ned…”
“Just think about it,”
On Monday, you decided to join Peter and Ned for lunch.
“Hey, Y/N, what are you doing here?” Ned asked.
“Peter and I didn’t really get to finish our conversation on Friday so I figured I’d join you guys, if that’s alright with you,”
“Yeah, yeah, please sit,” Peter said.
You sat down across from the boys, and nodded at Michelle who was sitting one table over.
“So you’re not gay,” Ned said.
“Jesus, you jump right into it, don’t you Ned?”
“Sorry…” Ned said.
Peter shook his head, placing his face in his hands.
“No, it’s fine. I’m a very open person when it comes to my sexuality. But no, i’m not gay. I’m bisexual,”
“Ooooohhhhh,” Ned said, turning back to his lunch
“Why are you all so surprised by this, especially you, Ned, I told you about the guy I like,”
“Wait. You to-told Ned about your crush before me?” Peter asked
You could feel your face heating up.
“Yeah…maybe…Sorry Peter but I had to talk to Ned about it first,”
You looked at Ned, his eyes were lighting up with excitement.
“Tell him,” Ned said.
“Why did Ned need to know first?”
“Because you’re my crush, Parker,” you said.
Peter’s face turned a bright pink.
“Y-you like m-me?” Peter stammered.
“Yes, I have a crush on you,”
Ned elbowed Peter, but Peter continued to stare at you in disbelief.
“Peter is like, in love with you,”
“No, I'm not,” Peter said, not realizing what he had said until moments later
“I mean, I am! I like you, I don't love you, I mea I kinda do. YOu’re really pretty,” Peter said.
You found yourself blushing.
“Christ,” Peter placed his face in his hands, hiding his blush.
“Go on a date with me,” You blurted out.
Peter looked up at you, and nodded.
“I’ve been waiting so long for this to happen!” Ned said, excitedly.
“Ned, you’re not going to be coming on the date…” Peter said.
Ned frowned slightly “What happened to we’ll always stick together?”
You laughed, “C’mon Ned, i’ve been trying to get Peter alone forever, you can’t let me go on one date with him,”
“Fine! Fine! But we all know you guys will miss me,”
“Sure, Ned,”
#peter parker#peter parker x reader#peter parker imagine#petersspidey#Peter Parker imagines#spiderman homecoming#Spiderman imagine#spiderman#spiderman fanfiction#tom holland imagine#tom holland#tom holland imagines#tom Holland fan fiction#tom holland x reader#yoink#I'm so tired#I dont feel well#sorry if this is awful
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hcs about the losers having jobs in hs!!
Ben: my sweet boy would 12000% work at the local bookstore. like when he found out he rly liked writing he went there to find some good research material like every week for months and he would just be in there whenever he could and the owners (sweet old hippies) loved him so much that they were like “yo you want a job?” and ben was so excited that he just immediately said yes and started working that day and obviously my boy is so well read and so good and he used his first paycheck to buy tiny gifts for the other losers don’t fight me on this
Bill: okay so bill literally was always like “yeah no one will hire me because of my stutter” but he applied to SO. MANY. PLACES. and all but three of them turned him down and he just wants to have a job man, so he goes to all of the interviews and gets all the jobs on the spot, but he doesn’t know which one he wants (they’re like at a vets office, a suit shop, and like a jewelry store) and he just keeps all three for like a solid month before the other losers sit him down and make him quit two (he sticks with the vets office)
Bev: my darling definitely does not want a job, like at all. but she knows she needs one bc god knows her family isn’t going to pay for shit, and she doesn’t want to rely on anyone for everything, and so she just walks into a restaurant and starts working and putting in orders and stuff one day, and it takes a week for the manager to realize he never actually hired this girl, but damn she’s good, maybe he can keep her. she ends up being the new trainer within like a month and everyone at the restaurant is somewhat afraid of her.
Mike: he works on the farm (a cop out I know) bUT!!! he volunteers ALL. THE. TIME. like everywhere! he volunteers at hospitals with sick kids and plays with them and then volunteers at animal shelters and homeless shelters and he’s just sO GOOD!! everyone loves him, and like the second he speaks about his friends, it’s all so sweet and everyone’s just so enamored with him (AS THEY SHOULD BE) and at least one of the losers will come with him every week and they all tell him how good he is!
Eddie: honestly anyone can try to look me in the eyes and tell me that eddie spaghetti doesn’t have to fight and fight and fIGHT his mom to be able to get a job. when she finally allows it, she says he has to do it someplace she approves of and eddie can’t think of a single thing and he’s freaking out because gift giving season is coming out and he has to get all the losers gifts, but then he realizes he can start his own business of teaching kids how to play the piano (bc i also hc eddie’s mom forced him to play an instrument, and hey, he’s pretty good at it) and he makes a tON of money!
Stan: ooooohhhhh stan the fuckin’ man uris is 100% determined not to have a super cliche boring “teenage job.” so of course, he gets stuck with the most cliched job, and works at the movie theatre. at first he’s kind of pissed, bc he really wanted to apply to more places but this was the only place other than the diners that would work with his schedule, but he grew to love it! he would get to watch movies all the time and then he’d be able to sneak his friends in and always say he’d let in everyone but richie (he’d let in richie and get him a slurpee)
Richie: this boy is honestly a wreck with jobs. he can’t keep one to save his life! he’s had more jobs by the age of 15 than most people have had in their entire life. and then one day he gets called into a teachers office, and he starts going on about how he didn’t do it, and the teacher’s just like “dude, you’ve got a 100% in my class, can you tutor some kids?” and richie is like ??? fuck yeah. and so like richie starts tutoring for like three different classes and he’s actually rly good??? (i can just see him “andrew jackson was a literal motherfucker” “literally?” “no not literally wtf is the matter with you”)
#eddie kaspbrak#beverly marsh#ben hanscom#mike hanlon#bill denbrough#stanley uris#richie tozier#it (2017)
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My Reaction to “Gotham” S3E6
AKA Jim’s Love Life Strikes Again ft. Something Admittedly One-Sided
Yep, I’m getting into this stretch of episodes in this season. I didn’t make a reaction video for this (which is what I usually do for certain episodes and I just transcribe what I said during the video) but I was super sucked into this episode and I went to freaking town.
Oh God, Jervis is gonna interrupt the wedding isn’t he?
NOOOO, HE’S THE LIMO DRIVER!
“Your fate depends entirely on James Gordon.” Oh God.
HE [Jervis] KIDNAPPED A LITTLE KID!
“What is important is that I [Oswald] have found someone.” OH MY GOD
“What good is love if it’s one-sided?” *at the top of my voice* OH MY GOD
“I have no choice but to confess my feelings to Ed.” *actually has to pause the episode in order to run away and scream*
Who is this?
Whoa....
“Follow my friend...” Huh?
Is there gonna be a count of all the times the Rogues Gallery has put on fancy suits and outfits as disguises? If so, please do so.
NO THE FREAKING TICKING
*gasps when Jervis makes the married couple stand at the edge of the building*
THIS IS THE FREAKING TROLLEY SITUATION. I DON’T LIKE THIS.
*Jim runs to rescue the little boy* AAAAHHHH!
*gasps when the married couple falls to their deaths*
CALL 911, PLEASE?!?
*gasps* Ed has an assistant?
“Good morning, Mayor Cobblepot.” Oh God.
HE [Oswald] IS FREAKING BATTING HIS EYES [at Ed]
“... there is something I [Oswald] need to tell you [Ed].” OH JESUS CHRIST
“Something very important.” “What is it, Oswald?” Oh God.
“You know what? I forget!” *groans*
OH MY GOD, JUST SAY IT!
*Oswald hits himself in the head with a newspaper in frustration* Hahaha!
What the...
“I wonder, what is it that you [Jim] have against married couples?” You better not.
*Jim hangs up on Jervis* Hahahaha!
“Hello?” “Don’t do that!” “OK.” HAHAHAHAHAHA!
“[Jervis] You want revenge, kill yourself.” WHOA!
OH MY FREAKING GOD HE [Jervis] WENT AFTER VALERIE!
FREAKING BARBARA TOLD HIM [Jervis] ALL ABOUT JIM!
God, Jervis is probably gonna make Jim choose between Lee and Valerie and Jim is probably gonna choose Lee.
I hate this episode. So much.
*Barnes dents the chair in Tetch Virus!anger* Whoa!
Ohhhh! The Death of the Family TVs!
Jim....
*gasps when Jervis electrocutes the two hostages to death*
“Just ask an old friend to get to the end.” What?
Hey, his [Oswald’s] walking is actually getting pretty better...
“I [Ed] continue to be in awe of you, Oswald.” Oh no.
“There is something I [Oswald] would like to discuss in a more private setting. Shall we say dinner at the mansion, 8:00?” “I’ll pick us up a nice bottle of wine.” Oh. Dear.
“He's [Jervis] gonna make me [Jim] choose. He's gonna put me in front of Lee and Vale, and he's gonna make me choose.” Exactly!
“You're not seriously trying to interview me [Lee] right now, are you [Valerie]?” Yeah, I’m with Lee on this one.
“You [Valerie] and Jim are made for each other.” “Thanks.” “It’s not a compliment.” Hooooo!
“Follow my friend...” That dude’s... the literal White Rabbit...
How the heck did Jervis find all the time and resources to set this whole thing up?
“So you’re [Jim] gonna go in all alone and save ‘em?” Exactly!
*gasps when Jervis walks in on Lee and Valerie picking their locks*
What the heck is Jim making Mario do?
“Welcome to our...” No....
What’s this music playing in the background?
AN: It’s a song from Mozart’s Don Giovanni called “Fuggi, crudele, fuggi!”
[A placemat says ‘Gordon’s Gun’] *chuckles*
Pleeeeease don’t tell me that tea’s laced with something...
“Now, I'd [Jerivs] like to begin by telling the story...” Oh please don’t.
Mario, what are you doing?
*Mario pulls out a hidden gun* Ooooohhhhh!
“James, I [Jervis] get the sense you're not being honest. Though that's not surprising, considering you've run from your true self every day of your life.” I am so sick of every other villain telling this to Jim in this show.
Screw it, I’m making this part of the drinking game. Take a shot!
I can’t believe I’m actually saying this but c’mon, Mario...
*flips off the screen when Jervis starts talking about Lee*
“Which lady has your [JIm’s] heart?” Oh I hate this.
*gasps when Mario’s gun is revealed to be empty*
...holy crap this scene...
Wait, so is the rhyming Jervis’s own impulse? Or what? Because Jim just spat a rhyme in his face and he froze up.
Please do not choose!
God, please don’t.
“Kill Lee.” *gasps*
*gasps when Jervis shoots Valerie in the abdomen*
“[JIm] You’re a villain.” NOO...
They’re gonna let Mario step in as assistant surgeon for Valerie even though he was just held hostage by Jervis?
He [Oswald] is freaking rehearsing his lines...
“What I'm [Oswald] trying to say is... the thing I've been wanting to tell you [Ed] all day long is... I love you.” AAAAHHHHH!
Who is...that...
*gasps* I’M SORRY BUT WHAT?!?
“My name’s Isabella.” OH... MY GOD...
“You [Isabella] remind me [Ed] of someone that I used to know.” OH I HATE THIS...
“You struggle to regain me. When I am lost, you struggle to obtain me. What am I?” Time.
Valerie better freaking leave Gotham after she gets out of surgery!
He’s [Jim] still in love with Lee...
Oh God, this is awkward...
They better not freaking end it here...
*sighs* And they did.
#follow the white rabbit#Gotham#FOX#the blogger reacts#looked at the stars and considered a reaction#jervis tetch#jim gordon#lee tompkins#valerie vale#edward nygma#oswald copplepot#barbara kean#nathaniel barnes#mario falcone
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