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jackoshadows · 1 year

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unpopular opinion but maisie’s arya carried and i feel like arya it’s more popular bc of the characterization in game of thrones. she became ( and still is) instant favorite when they started the show before even the adult charachters in season 1. (her power 💅🏻) . i am more new to the fandom and asoiaf world and correct me if i am wrong but there is not much discussions/ analysis for arya and her potential future is there? or i don’t see very passionate original fans from back in the day who deep dive into her. and i mean this for the og book readers before even the show was made. but even after the show till now i guess. i feel like she is severely underestimated by the book readers. and it just makes me think if she failed being a protagonist. even from the og outline it just seems like arya was supposed to be THE female character of the story and very crucial to the conflicts( not to say that she won’t be) but then along the way it feels like grrm gave some pieces of arya to dany or cersei or sansa etc. it’s like she doesn’t get treated as a protagonist. as much of the popularity from the show, it’s also from the show that people maybe don’t discuss her anymore. maybe d&d were used to the audiences soft spot for arya and she does no wrong in their eyes attitude but giving her the nk kill kind of shattered that.i know that collectively we don’t accept the show but atleast the possibility could be discussed no? even in hotd the dagger is being around and at present it’s arya’s. maybe she is the princess. or aa. like i want people to talk about it. so many things don’t make sense with that ending but everyone it’s in the middle of ‘maybe could happen in the books’ for most of the things. arya killing nk it’s usually immediately in the ‘no’ end. on plus side she’s grrms favorite. and i love the community here of arya’s. i just see some lack of discussions in the general way. so arya’s portrayal on the show by maisie, even tho not book accurate, and more exaggerated of a snappy tomboy, being loved and adored since day one makes me happy. the first four seasons were quite centered around her with great character interactions like melisandre, brienne, tywin. even the crown looking for her is mentioned more in the show.

That's a long ask!

And yes, Maisie's Arya was popular when she was a little kid, a good actor at that age and the show adhered a little more to the books. However, the writing has always favored Sansa and this became more evident as the child actors grew up into young women. I do think Isaac got the worst end of the stick because they essentially didn't care in the least about Bran - despite him being pretty much one of the central characters of the books.

As for the books, I feel that characters like Arya, Dany and Bran are the ones who suffer the most from the story and world expanding and delving into tertiary characters and side plots while the main story remains stagnant. They have important things to do in Westeros and yet GRRM is unable to wind up their arcs in Essos or beyond the Wall because he loves the world and wants to play around in it instead of finishing the story.

Arya's TWoW sample chapter, in the yet to be released next book, was written in 2001! In 2012, he said this:

Arya will be in The Winds of Winter. GRRM has enough material about Arya's adventures in Braavos that he could write an entire novel about it. The audience cheered the idea, so GRRM jokingly proposed setting aside TWOW to work on it instead.

Only 1/3rd of the story is even done yet. That’s what’s so frustrating

Arya, Dany and Bran are also the characters most affected by the loss of the 5 year gap as explained by GRRM in various interviews outlined here. So Arya has to wait in Braavos until Jon Snow has finished his ADwD arc at the Wall.

And yes, Arya is vastly underestimated in this fandom. There's the usual sexism where people refuse to see her as a female lead because according to them she's the wrong kind of girl. So they end up taking away from her character and handing it off to Sansa because, in their mind, she's the right kind of girl.

And yes, the show made the discourse around Arya much worse when they lifted Arya's book plots and thematic significance and wrote that for Sansa. As I mentioned in another post, the show has a wider audience and more people have watched the show than read these unfinished 5 book fantasy series. They only know show Arya and Show Sansa and in the show Arya was just Sansa's executioner and henchwoman, one half of a comedic duo with the Hound and then fucked off on a ship because she's only good for killing.

We can only hope that GRRM finishes TWoW some day and the plot actually progresses and starts tightening up and the focus falls back on the main characters and central plot.

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imblocking-you · 3 years

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i want to kill that fucker and his mistress

Sovieshu 🤝 capitalism

Being the root of all evil

#remarried empress #trashta #sovieshit #rashta #sovieshu #webtoon #never letting this go #my anger for them will be carried in my heart until the day i die #or atleast until the day i finish the novel #but #sovieshu will remain as trash through and through

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rowley-with-ackerman · 4 years

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AHHHH! I’m so sorry this is so late! Here is one of your (belated) birthday fics! Happy birthday my dear @geekandbooknerd! This is my first time writing for Finan, but I hope you enjoy it….it’s a lil’ long...and a lil’ spicy for ya to make up for the lateness and cause its your birthday ;P

Based on the prompt: “If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked.” From the City of Bones by Cassandra Claire.

First Time - Finan x FReader (characters are eighteen years old and in their senior year of highschool)

Six months. That’s how long they’d been together. She couldn’t believe it! When Finan had first approached her she thought it was a joke. Haha get the geeky girl by publicly asking her out knowing full well that she’s into you just to turn her down. But...there was no punch line. No rejection. Just a sincere twinkle in the rumored playboy’s eyes that was begging her to agree and give him a chance. And so she did. Everyday happier than the last, but something was missing. They had already dropped the big L-bomb a couple months ago, but apart from some intense making out in the back of his camaro, they hadn’t really been all that physical. She had been prepared to stand her ground and make him wait, but he never pushed. Never even attempted to make moves either. ‘Maybe he’s just not that into me...’ She thought. She couldn’t help but compare herself to his previous girlfriends and how he was all over them all the time. And it stung, not knowing where she stood in that regard and how she could make it clear to him that she was ready..or atleast figure out if he even wanted her that way. It was always difficult to get a clear point across in person with his whole….everything. He was so sweet, always buying her flowers and snacks (she loved snacks, snack time was a certified meal in her opinion). And their dates were so considerate and thoughtful, the only thing lacking was sex if she was being honest. She’d never wanted anyone more. And he seemed not...interested. She’d always been teased about being too shy and not forward enough, not really going after what she wanted and all that. Maybe that’s what was wrong. He wanted someone more outgoing...she could do that. Or she could try anyway. His birthday was coming up, and if porn and romance novels had taught her anything, it’s that men loved birthday sex. So she devised a plan, and hoped she wasn’t too awkward to pull it off.

It had been three weeks and it was time. She was ready. She had gone shopping and purchased a silky nightgown. Her period isn’t expected for another week, she bought condoms (totally guessing at what the sizing meant but knowing that they stretch) and she had convinced Finan’s mom to vacate the house so she could surprise him with a romantic dinner. The plan was to make sure dinner was ready, eat together and make small talk and then she would escape up the stairs to “fetch his present” when really she would be lying on his bed waiting for him and calling out to say she needed help. It was perfect.

Dinner went off without a hitch, they talked about school and how his day had gone so far. ‘Now for part two.’ She looked at Finan and told him that she had hidden his present upstairs and she wanted to surprise him. So she excused herself and ran up the stairs. Barely able to contain her excitement. She changed in his room, lit the candles and laid on his bed, with one leg over the other and one arm holding her head up while the other rested across her stomach. “Finan! I need your help!” She called out, making sure to sound like she was struggling. “Are ya alright lass?” He sounded concerned, she felt bad for making him worry but she hoped what he was about to witness would make up for it. She heard him bounding up the stairs and she closed her eyes, unable to actually face him when the time came. “What did ya need my help - wh...what are ya doing?” He sounded confused...this wasn’t good and definitely not what she had imagined. She started to stammer as she opened her eyes and realized that he wasn’t looking at her. She couldn’t tell what stung more. “I just...I thought it would be a nice birthday present for you…” He turned to look at her then, his eyes wide and guarded. “I dinna want to upset ya, but what exactly possessed you to come up with such a scheme?” She could feel her eyes stinging like she was about to cry. She knew it, she knew that he didn’t want her that way. He was probably just waiting for the right time to end and go about his merry way while she faded into the background. “I’m sorry, it was stupid. Just forget it and I’ll go home and it’s fine.” She wasn’t sobbing yet thank god, she started to get up off the bed and gather her things. She felt hands on her waist and he turned her around and she went to push him away not wanting to hear his farewell speech. But her bracelet got caught on the buttons of his dress shirt and ripped it open. She felt her eyes go wide and she panicked. Suddenly feeling like an even bigger fool than before she tried to wiggle her way out his strong grip but he wasn’t letting up. He pulled her in tight to his body and lifted her chin to meet his gaze. “Oi! If ya wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have asked. And secondly where is all of this coming from? You gotta help me out here lass.” How he managed to both be cheeky and concerned is beyond her. She stuffed her face into his neck and mumbled out the whole story, about how she remembered him being with others to how she felt he didn’t want her that way. By the time she had finished they were snuggling on the floor of his room with the quiet slowly closing in on them. “Listen my darlin’, I’ve waited because I didn’t want to pressure you and because you’re worth waiting for. Your first time should be special and you should be sure. Not rushed. I appreciate the thought that went into this, but it’s not necessary. You don’t have to push yourself to try and be like everybody else. That’s what I love so much about you. How you stay so true to yourself. I love you for you, not for what I think you can give me.” She paused then, really trying to let his words soak into her bones. All this time she thought that she just wasn’t enough or that his love didn’t run that deep. Never really understanding what he saw in her. The science nerd with social anxiety and poor communication skills. But here he was, still being his amazing self and praising her for….existing, essentially. And her wants didn’t change, which was surprising. She knew that she wanted him but she thought it was also a backwards way of her needing to have him wanting her. The fact that there was no weight to be lifted off of her shoulders, no immediate relief that she didn’t have to go through with it just reaffirmed that this was really was for her. She wanted him to be her first because of who he is and how he loves her. And how much she loves him. “Finan...please don’t wait anymore. I don’t want to wait anymore. I love you and you love me and yes I wanted to surprise you for your birthday...but more than that I just wanted to feel wanted by you. That hasn’t changed. Please, I want you. And I want this to be with you.” She felt so silly basically begging her boyfriend to have sex with her on HIS birthday. But it felt important to you, and it felt important to do tonight, you just hoped he understood that. “Why is this so important to you? I’m a patient man, I can wait.” She couldn’t believe how dense he was being. “Because I want you and I love you. Is it so wrong to want you to want me back? To physically feel how much you love me and experience a new way of loving you? To be closer to you than anyone else and just...be together?” His arms tightened around her waist. He looked like he was struggling with something in his mind, but she stayed quiet and just waited. Knowing he’d speak when he was ready. Grumbling under his breath, he whispered out “...you could drive a saint to sin, do ya know that?” almost like it wasn’t meant for her to hear.

Finan didn’t say anything more, just helped her off the floor and kissed her long and hard. Like he was committing it to memory. Taking her by the hand and leading her to the bed he gently pushed her down to a seated position, sliding her white negligee off her shoulders kissing the newly exposed skin as it appeared to him. Working his way down her body until he reached the line of her silk panties, he laid his hand on her belly and pushed her down, giving him enough access to remove said obstacle with his teeth so that he could get to what he really wanted. Seeing her fully laid out before him in all her glory he could barely contain himself. The things he would do to this woman, he relished the thought of the long hours it would take to completely fulfill his desires and unravel her. He couldn’t wait to see the look on her face as she was driven to new pleasure filled heights. He began by kissing and nipping up her legs, lightly tracing his fingers over every invisible mark left behind, until he reached his target. He was gently kissing her folds, dipping his tongue in ever so slightly until her first breathy exhale reached his ears. He then greedily dove in lapping at her slick heat and smearing her juices all over his face, he couldn’t get close enough, she tasted so sweet and smelled so intoxicating. They had only just begun and he was already being driven mad by his need for more of her. His hands began roaming her body, aching to touch and tease her out of her shell and into a wanton mess. He found purchase on her breasts, pawing at them and rolling her nipples between his fingers. Her breathing became heavier and he delved his tongue deeper inside her, silently begging her to give him more as he applied pressure. She was so gloriously wet, he never wanted to stop, he wanted to hear her moan and cry out his name. To fill her with a passion and satisfaction she had never known. He could feel her body starting to tremble, unused to this particular brand of torture. He slowed his pace ever so slightly and changed tactics. Pulling her body closer to him, he withdrew a hand from her breast and started to trace her outer lining before thrusting into her, first with one and quickly progressing to two fingers as she became louder. Instead of merely lapping at her folds he decided the sweetest ascent would be to suck at the top of her apex, her most vulnerable area becoming exposed to him. At the first tug she cried out and a hand shot to his hair, grabbing a handful and holding him as close as possible. He quickened his suckling, becoming too impatient to wait for her to slowly release. Her juices were flowing more heavily now, dripping down his face and onto the sheets below, her breathing more rapid and shallow than it was before. He thrust three fingers inside her, hard and fast, while dancing between trying to suck her dry and creating more fluid by lapping at her. It was during one of these exchanges that her legs began to shake, her cries more desperate, she was almost there. Soon he would taste her sweet climax, swaying her down until he brought another. He continued to sweep his tongue over her, speeding up as much as possible, he felt her inner walls clamping down around his fingers and her legs tense around his head. She shouted her orgasm, thrashing her head about while he continued his ministrations, his pace lessened to a caress. Once she had stopped shaking, he swiped a hand over his damp face, and crawled up her body leaving more kisses and bites in his wake until he was lying beside her. Tangling his hands in her hair he kissed her full on the mouth, diving his tongue in to meet hers, making her taste her own fluids from his mouth. The moan he received was encouragement enough to keep going. He drifted to her ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth and murmured “That wasn’t quite a scream, but I’ll get one out of you before we’re through.” And in one swift movement, pulled her on top of him and finally thrust into her with his aching member, she whimpered at the sudden intrusion and a few tears slipped free. He was much bigger than his fingers and the stretch burned. It felt like something had snapped inside her. “Now, the fun really begins.” As he let her adjust, he stroked her hair and wiped her tears, reassuring her that she was so good and took it so well. Finan was a firm believer in ripping the bandaid off and he didn’t want to prolong her pain. He tried to distract her by peppering her neck with kisses and gently fondling her breasts. Hoping his ministrations would make up for the lack of preparation and that the chosen position would provide her with the greatest pleasure and control. As her discomfort started to wane he felt her making small movements with her hips, testing the waters so to speak. He decided to try and help guide her by putting his hands on her hips, gently circling them around his cock. She started to get the hang of the movements on her own, raising herself up and down creating friction between them and causing a delicious feeling of wet tight heat around him. He knew they didn’t have all night but by God did he wish they did. The room was filled with their heavy pants and the sound of skin slapping on skin. Finan watched her ride him, her skin glistening with sweat and her thighs quivering with exertion. She was so beautiful and he was so lucky. He lifted her off of him and raised his eyebrows and the whimper she released at being dislodged. “Relax love, just switching angles.” As he flipped her back onto her back he inserted himself once more. Able to set the pace, he started thrusting harder into her. Wanting to make sure she could feel his absence the next day. He sucked love bites on to her collar bone and whispered sweet nothings in her ear about how much he loved her and how he wanted to see her fall apart on his cock. Her breathing was getting more breathy and her moans louder. He himself wasn’t fairing much better. Feeling a heat pool in his lower abdomen. Knowing he was getting close he wrapped her arms around his back “Hold on tight lass, and don’t worry if ya leave marks.” He kissed her hard then as he started pistoning his hips deep inside her. Fast strokes bringing them both closer to the edge. His moans matching her own as he chased both of their climaxes. He angled his hips differently so as to cause a little bit of friction on her sensitive bud as he pumped in and out of her. She herself didn’t know how much longer she could last, all she knew was that she felt so good and that she never wanted this to end (cliche teenager she’s aware). But it was honestly perfect. Being able to rake her hands through Finan’s hair and down his back. Kissing him for all she’s worth and feeling him all around her. It felt like both hours and mere seconds had passed when she screamed her release into his neck crying out his name. Clutching him tightly while he thrust a few more times, groaning his own release with her name like a prayer on his lips. They collapsed together in a heaping sweaty mess on the bed, still intertwined exchanging lazy kisses while they came down from their high.

Never in a million years would she have pictured this moment. But here it was. Perfect, with the perfect guy and she had never felt more….just more in her life. She could feel everything he felt about her through his movements, how much he wanted her and how hard he’d held back all these months...how much he loved and cherished her. She only hoped now that he knew it was entirely mutual. That she was so hopelessly gone on him, it might even be funny. “Finan...that was amazing.” He looked at her then, with droopy eyes and a goofy grin. “Aye lass, it was. I love you.” Her heart swelled as she repeated the sentiment back to him. “Happy birthday Finan, I love you too.”

#finan x reader #the last kingdom #fanfiction #the last kingdom fics #happy birthday

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notayloritsbecky · 3 years

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So over the weekend I helped out at another salon

Which is normal, I’m one of the only people willing to do it

What is not normal is that when we were slow I clocked out and popped over to starbucks to get my pumpkin spice on

When I came back I sat in the office to finish my frapucino and one of the other stylists, stylists mind you not manager, came in the back to reprimand me for clocking out to take my lunch. Tried saying she cant give an accurate wait time... I calmly (and this will be important later) told her I didnt appreciate the nasty attitude she had been giving me all day. I didnt raise my voice, I didnt cuss (again, important later) I just very calmly informed her that because I clocked out it didnt effect her giving an accurate wait time and that I didnt appreciate the nasty attitude and went back to my trashy werewolf romance novel.

The whole time she is in the back talking to me I am trembling, I legit didnt know what was wrong, I thought it was just because I was mad. My sister came in for me to touch up her sideburns cause she was getting laser hair removal and I was still trembling slightly. I had been texting her and told her I was about two snide comments away from rage quitting. Which honestly I would probably never do, but it made me feel better. So she vaguely knew what was going on but not the nitty gritty details.

I called my manager, from my home salon, and informed her of what had happened and she told me it was fine, she was not the manager and just let it go.

I did

I barely say two words to the woman, after she tried confronting me again saying the way I spoke to her was unacceptable... (Uh what?) I told her straight up you cannot tell me when I cant take my lunch break, she is not the manager and should not be talking to me that way (again, there were no customers there when I clocked out)

I’m on my way home and I get a text from her, I didnt read it until I got home because I dont text and drive, text saying again how I spoke to her was unacceptable and that I should not have raised my voice or cussed at her

....Um... WHAT

Again, I start trembling, my heart starts to race im getting palpitations and I start crying uncontrollably and I have no fucking clue as to what is wrong. This extreme of a reaction has never happened before. I had to go lay down and go to my happy place taking deep breaths.

I send screen shots of the texts to my manager, the person I spoke to after this happened, and told her that none of what she is saying happened AT ALL. I was actually proud of myself for not losing my temper because I am known to have a short fuse and I have been working really hard not to do that anymore.

It took me over an hour to stop trembling and I felt nauseous the rest of the night.

I didnt realize until the next day, when I had to work with her again, because I gave them my word that I would work there this weekend, I realized what had happened that day before. That twice this woman gave me either an anxiety attack or a panic attack (I don’t know if there is a difference). I know what triggered the second one, my dads exwife used to pull that shit on me all the time and her son used to lie to her to get me in trouble.

This afternoon I get a text from the manager at the store where I helped out apologizing because she had spoken with the other person I was working with that day and had gotten a completely different story then the one the instigator had told her. One that was closer to what I had told my manager.

She apologized and told me it was very professional of me to go over and work with her again after what happened. And that she appreciated it.

Atleast I know they believed me. Because it was just the 2 of us in the room I was afraid they would take her word over mine, because again, I am known to have a short temper.

#work #trigger warning #tw #maybe?#I don't know If I should put that but since it obviously triggered me I think I should #fucking bitches

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shaekingshitup · 4 years

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Family Reunion

A/N: I had this idea in the shower last night. There’s more but my dinner is ready so I guess this just became more than a one shot. I really just made up this title before I posted it. I might come back and add pictures later. okay byeee

Warnings: none. I mean like lite cursing?

WC: 999 gang gang

“Okay, Khadijah is there anything else that we need to buy?” Antoinette asked. Khadijah looked over the list and shook her head.

“No I think that we’ve gotten everything on the list that you made.” she responded.

“Okay good now-”

Khadijah's phone rang and cut off her sister. “Oh shit. Speak of the devil,” she said answering the phone, “Hey, cuz what’s up?”

Antoinette waited as her sister held her conversation with Courtney. She wondered if her ears were burning. If they were, they probably hadn’t stopped ever since she’d gotten engaged.

“Okay see you soon,” Khadijah finished the call.

Antoinette narrowed her eyes.“What do you mean “see you soon?”

“Court is headed over to talk final party details. Her ears must have been ringin,” Khadijah laughed. Antoinette smiled at her older sister. She loved that they thought alike sometimes.

“When is she gonna get here?”

“They’re about 10 minutes out,” Khadijah answered.

“Damn. That means I gotta make two long ass trips out to the end of the driveway. For her and my damn food.” Antoinette whined. “Wait, what do you mean they?”

“Oh my bad. Erik is coming too.”

“Oh yeah the fiancee that got me in this trouble to begin with,” Anotinette groaned.

“Look if you don’t want to do this.. “ Khadijah trailed off and Antoinette let her. She wanted to hear the rest of that sentence. “I don’t really want to finish that. Please don’t say you don’t want to do this. I need you! You got all the party plannin skills lil sis,” she pleaded.

“Yeah whateva. I already committed. Plus, it’s at my house! I can’t call off their party 2 days before. Now if I would have had this brilliant idea yesterday, hmmph! Then, we’d be talkin!” she teased.

“Are you upset with Court? I mean it makes sense Ant. She knows we live together and she only invited me to be in her wedding party? I’d be a little bitter too.”

“Nah..,” Antoinette thought about it, “ I honestly just think all of this shit is weird. We’re not close with her at all. Even back when I was on social media, I don’t think I followed her or kept up with her life. We were thick as thieves as kids but I haven’t had a real conversation with her since undergrad. So, I wasn’t expecting to be a bridesmaid. I didn’t even know she had a man! I just think it’s odd that out of nowhere she’s resurfacing and trying to reconnect.”

“Aye good love hits everybody different,” Khadijah said.

“Let me go put on a damn bra and shorts that cover my ass before they get here.” Antoinette said rising from her seat on the couch. She walked towards her bedroom and yelled back at her sister, “THE SHIT I DO FOR YOU DEEJ! I BETTER END UP IN THAT NOVEL YOU WRITIN! MAKE ME A SUPERNATURAL QUEEN!”

“I WILL MAKE YOU THE QUEEN OF GETTIN ON MY DAMN NERVES!” Khadijah called back. Antoinette didn’t even look back at her sister. She just stuck her middle finger in the air and proceeded to her room. When she came out, she adorned a whole new outfit, she’d fluffed her hair and applied a lil lip gloss too.

“Bitch, where are you goin?” Khadijah asked.

“This is the first time we’ve seen Court in God knows how long. I have no need to flex because,” she gestured to her home and body, “we good where we at over here. Buuut, I atleast don’t want our reunion to have me lookin like a couch potato. You had to go to work and get ready. I’ve just been ready to finish this last season of Avatar the Last Airbender again. So, excuse me if I figured I’d make myself more presentable”

“The fact that anyone got you to wear a bra on a day where you don’t have to meet with clients is a mystery to me,” Khadijah said. Ant stuck her tongue out at her sister and went into the kitchen when there was a knock at the door.

“I didn’t have to walk out to the gate to let them in? They may be my new favorite couple.” Ant said. Khadijah went to greet the new favs.

“Hey y’all!” Khadijah called out.

“Where the hell is my wine? I know this hoe did not finish my imported wine and said nothin” Antoinette thought. She was so wrapped up in her search that she hadn’t realized that her guests were already entering the kitchen. She reached for another bottle that would do and popped her head up from behind her bar.

Everything happened at once. Or at least it felt that way to Antoinette

“Oh my goodness!” screamed Courtney as she flitted towards Antoinette who was looking past Courtney at the man standing there. Her heart stopped. Everything stopped. She let go of her hold on the bottle and it tumbled to the floor in slow motion until it met the granite floor and created a sea of red at her feet. Courtney halted not wanting to cut herself. Khadijah went to grab some paper towels.

“Ant, you good?” Khadijah asked her sister who hadn’t moved out of the wreckage. Antoinette looked down and closed her eyes briefly.

“Fuck, yeah. I’m good. Sorry y’all,” she said as she went to grab a brown and a dust pan. “How about you two go have a seat on the couch while we take care of this? We’ll be right there.”

Antoinette helped her sister clean up the mess she’d made and before they could re-enter the living room Khadijah took one more hard look at her sister. “You sure you good?”

“Yup. You go ahead. Let me grab some waters.” Ant stuck her head in the freezer to cool down.

There’s no way this is real. This isn’t happening. He’s dead. That’s- This. This isn’t real.

She tried to convince herself it was true.

Tags: @twistedcharismaaa @mygirlrenee @glittermakesmesmile @sarcastic-sunshines @chaneajoyyy @shewrites02 @ghostfacekill-monger @raysunshine78 @shewritestheblues @scrumptiouslytenaciouscrusade @fd-writes @eyeknowmywrites @thadelightfulone

#erik x oc #Erik Killmonger #erik killmonger fanfiction #erik x reader #black panther fanfiction

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mochikeiji · 4 years

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Since We Were Seven

↠ Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Akaashi Keiji

↠ Warning: small mention of death, small angst but fluffy ending

↬ Word Count: 3,040

↣ a/n: hi!! this is a really late entry for the BokuAka week! This was suppose to be in Day 1 but I saw the content late :(( I hope you all enjoy!! Happy @bokuakaweek2020!!

Summary: Keiji has always been fond with light novels as a child (influenced by his lovely mother) often you would see him during his free time drowning in an ocean of black ink in a paper boat in any local library and bookstore. Then there's his childhood friend, Bokuto Koutarou, having to just stare at the coffee in his hand in wonder of an idea that will surely change everything they've had.

⇢ Day 1: Confession/Childhood, Coffe Shop AU

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Nothing says warm summer breeze than kids running around the park getting down and dirty without a care of the world. Some were seen to be catching bugs that surely made some cringe in disgust, some were seen repeatedly sliding down despite the hot surface their bottoms were receiving, and some just getting chased in a lovely game of tag. That is, until someone gets tripped over.

For a certain owl haired child that stood out of the crowd, all he could do was repeatedly receive a volleyball— in a sloppy way, but in his own world laughs at his mistakes and carries on with his little hobby.

"Akaashi! Look, look! I made this cool move, watch." with excitement rising from his, the boy, Keiji, he had called couldn't help but give him all of his attention as young Bokuto tosses the ball in the air with his small hands. Backing up a little in a receiving stance, eyes determined to catch it, only to have the ball land on his head with a loud thump, causing Bokuto to whine at the slight sting and hold his head on the grassy ground.

"Are you okay, Bokuto?" Akaashi blinked, almost unamused at his best friends mistake. This wasn't an old sight to him.

"You could've atleast be a bit more worried to me." Bokuto pouts, finally sitting up with his hands in between his legs as his hair somehow deflated within his mood.

And yet young Akaashi Keiji found that oddly an adorable perk of Bokuto.

"I'm sorry, Bokuto," he offers a small smile as a pause, "It's just that I knew you'd make a mistake, I was just waiting for you to call me if you needed assistance."

The golden eyed child didn't seem impressed with his reasons, pouting even more with the spikes of his hair almost wilting on his head.

"I knew you would get up on your own anyways. I didn't want to underestimate you."

His ears twitched and perks up. Finally out of his own dejected mode, he sprungs up with sparkling eyes, "Akaashi, that's so sweet of you!" laughing loud with his head thrown back without a care of the world staring at him like a mad child. His laughter soon dies down as he stares deeply into gun metal like eyes.

Akaashi swore he stopped breathing at that time of tension.

"But seriously though, I don't mind if its you who runs to help me up! I know you won't be mean to me like other kids," he then glances at the thick white book on the smaller males hands, "I'm just confused why you seem more excited on that book you always read."

Akaashi's mouth opens a bit, unnoticed by the boy infront of him standing out in the light of the sun as he was seated by the shade of the biggest tree in the park. Trying to utter out the words he wished to say, he prevents himself from going any further and just smiles,

"It's a very knowledgeable book I might need, Bokuto."

And that is was when they were seven years old.

Ever since Bokuto was always on his own due to his parents working overseas, Mrs. Akaashi, being a dotting person as Keiji is always took care of him as a child. She thought it would be nice for her son to grow up with someone as a brotherly figure in his life considering it was always just the two of them.

Without hesitation, Bokuto happily allows himself to be raised by the Akaashi family until he was in highschool, already used to living on his own and doing stuff as a proper adult. Even Keiji was surprised to see that he could handle himself so well than he did. Keiji doesn't even know how to cook for both of them.

Finally at his third and final year, Bokuto stared at the other side of the court, almost in hunger— a predator, twirling the ball in his hands expertly. Unlike before when he was a big squishy child. On the sidelines, Akaashi sat on the floor, still intrigued with the book he hasn't yet finished even for years.

The loud swoosh of the ball being tossed up in the air caught his attention away from his book, only to be greeted by a sight he would describe as, "satisfying."

In almost a perfect spiking stance in his eyes, he watches the captains hands fit his entire palm on the balls leather skin. Pupils dilating a bit at the sight of his forearm flexing in instinct, and giving the ball a rough hit that made it smash on the glossy like surfaced floor, almost looking squished by the impact of that and Bokuto's monstrous strength.

Despite having to see him in this state in both practice and matches, Bokuto never once fails to make the black haired male stare in awe at him from a distance unknown to him, but obvious by others.

Exhaling deeply, the captain hooted loudly into the gym air, "HEY, HEY, HEY!" echoing through the males ears, but he smiles and cherishes the sounds and the phrase he has always heard whenever Bokuto was enthusiastic.

"Akaashi! Did you see that? That was a perfect one, ain't it?!" his eyes sparkling like a child during Christmas. One of the lists Akaashi has about Bokuto was a list of, "What Bokuto Does When He's Very Happy" and number three haopens to be, "He will ask for praise."

"I did. It was amazing." even with a poker face, Bokuto has gotten used to Akaashi expressing his emotions with that facial expression. He knows deep inside how genuine the boy is when it comes to words.

And that's what he always loved about him, yet the world prevents him to do so in fear of not being thrown by society, but to be thrown away by the only person who has stuck with my throughout his life when everyone he loved left.

"Hm? You're still reading that book?" his face going from a happy child to a curious one as his eyes focused once more on the book in his hands. It became a habit of his to always notice something in between the males hands. Because of that, he can already describe Akaashi's hands being bigger than his, but softer by the looks of his.

How he longed to hold them.

Not noticing the way Akaashi flinched at the topic, he hides the lower part of his face with the book. To Bokuto, it seemed he was just resuming to the page he marked before talking to him, but to Akaashi, he was hiding his quivering lips and his lightly pink dusted cheeks.

"I haven't finished it, and it's getting to the good part so.." he trails behind, though his tone stayed the same monotone yet honey smooth like sound.

"Alright, alright. I won't mess with ya. But hey, maybe after you read about it, you could tell me what's it all about."

Raising a brow at the captain, "But aren't you fond of books, Bokuto?" he asks, knowing his bestfriend, the captain of the volleyball team is a known enemy to studying. More so, books.

"Yeah, but this book always has your attention since we were kids. It's only natural I listen to my best buddies interest like he does for me!"

Inside Bokuto's mind, he wanted to speak out the words that were punching their way out of his mouth, "I wanted to know how that book made you smile so fondly a lot."

Akaashi on the other hand was touched at his words. But the only thing that rang in his ear like an annoying buzz was the fact that he was labelled, "Best Bud."

But who was he to feel that way?

"I promise, I'll tell you once I finish, Bokuto."

That promise, Akaashi hoped, Bokuto would forget. Because if he still kept asking about it, he knows it'll risk the only thing that made him happy.

Him

A year passed, Akaashi was left alone during his third year. To say it wasn't pleasant was an under statement. He can no longer hear the loud, echoing greets of his best friend in the hallway, he sits alone on the way home in the train when he used to always go with the entire third year batch. Most of all, he was getting lonely during practices. No one was asking him for a toss due to his intimidating presence.

He recalls the time Bokuto was in full uniform infront of his house as usual. Since they walk to school together, Akaashi wanted him to. But he had to point out that he has already graduated.

Being embarrassed, Bokuto dismissed that and offers to walk him to school. He asked why, and his reason just made his day a bit more brighter,

"I didn't want you to be alone."

Now in the present, finally getting a day off from his hectic work schedule. Akaashi finds himself fully relaxed at a cafe, still reading the thick book that was taken with outmost of care during his childhood days.

This time, he was nearing at the end.

"Here's your order, sir! Two cups of coffee with waffles." the lady in the counter chirps in delight at Bokuto. It wasn't everyday you see Black Jackals famous ace order in a small coffee shop away from prying eyes.

"Thank you! This looks wonderful!" he gives a small review with a charming smile that made the lady squeal silently.

After his game against the Alders, he agreed on eating out with Akaashi on his free days since it had been long since the two had hung out after entering the world of growing up.

Akaashi was internally screaming when Bokuto had invited him out. Growing up, Akaashi developed being more expressive. He could be seen to be smiling a lot more than he was as a teenager.

And Bokuto had never cried tears of joy and thanked the heavens for letting an angel down in his life.

But now the ace had never felt more nervous after their first encounter again as grown ups. He couldn't believe Akaashi would be even more prettier than he was before. Meanwhile Akaashi had to hold his breath upon being in Bokuto presence. He was much more broader, taller than he was. And all Akaashi wantes was to hug him tight infront of so much people that day.

Bokuto stood by the side, his mind debating about something as he stares at the two steaming hot beverages and teasingly sweet smelling desserts then back at Akaashi's figure. Even though he had his back turned from Bokuto, he couldn't help but silently gush on how adorable he looks in sweaters.

Suddenly an idea came to his head.

It was now or never.

"Um miss?" he goes back at the kind lady, who was responsive to his call, "Do you mind..Adding something on the waffle? Maybe even the coffee too??"

Akaashi's nose crinckled a bit as the sweet, satisfying and calming aroma hits his nostrils. Not bothering to take his eyes off the book he was about to finish, Bokuto took a seat infront of him with a nervous smile.

"Still not finished with that book are you, Kaashi?" lightly chuckling when Akaashi fumbles as his glasses lightly messes up on his face.

"I-I am now, Bokuto." pushing the bridge of his glasses up, "So far, it was more than knowledgeable than I thought. Mother was right about being inlove with this book." giving himself a tiny smile at the thought of spending the day with his bestfriend, he didn't expect the topic coming from his best friend's mouth almost make him fall back from his chair.

"Speaking of, being inlove, have you met someone these days?" leaning on his hand for support, Bokuto keeps a close eye on the other males expression. Almost wincing when he saw a small blush on his cheeks. The thought of falling inlove with someone hurts him.

"W-well, I haven't been going out a lot due to my papers from work." fiddling at the hem of his sweater, his eyes taking a quick glance at the book that was on its last page with the text formed in bold and slightly bigger, "But I have been inlove with the same person before." whispering under his breath, his hair falling lightly on his forehead for being too long.

To Bokuto, he was losing hope, but growing up with the habit of not being afraid of trying, he still went for his plan. Even though not knowing he might be hurt in the worse case possible.

"I see..Must be a lucky person to catch your attention huh?" After Atsumu told Bokuto he wasn't allowed to be as dejected as he was before, he had mastered the arts of hiding his own sadness behind his eyes as he looks at the swirling cup of coffee.

"I love them. A lot, but.." the pause made Bokuto look up to him in a more focused and serious matter, "I don't think that person will love me." smiling sadly at the book under his gaze, Akaashi could still feel the erratic beating of his heart slowly hurting inside.

"How could nobody love you? You're like an awesome person to be loved!" the ace exclaimed rather loudly, earning a few eyes from the costumers— who luckily doesn't know him to avoid being crowded, and the lady behind the counter who seemed to be watching things unfold between them in anticipation.

Akaashi doesn't fight the blush on his cheeks as he bites the inside of it, he really wishes he could've had more courage into this if it wasn't for his constant over thinking about the outcomes of an unknown future.

"But if that person doesn't love you, Kaashi.." the sound of the cup of coffee sliding on the wooden table across him slowly to avoid spillage, his eyes widened at the creams design.

"I'd still love you."

It was a heart.

Not believing his eyes, he rubs it with the back of his hand, his mouth now opened a little in shock as Bokuto chuckles away the nervousness in his body.

"You're kidding."

"Why would I joke about saying I love you? That's cruel, Kaashi." Bokuto pouts, but for a short moment and offers him a genuine smile, "Would you dare to believe in me, Akaashi Keiji?" he says, in a lowkey flirty way.

The black haired male gulps, his heart unable to rest, but his mind was somehow at ease at that moment, closing his eyes and letting out a sigh, making the male in front of him worry, Akaashi returns the line,

"Would you dare to believe that I too, was inlove with you since we were 7, Bokuto Koutarou?"

Like a volcano, Bokuto's face erupts in different shades of red, his ears lightly steaming from being too flustered. Gaining his composure, he coughes into his fist, carefully grabbing the plate of waffle that was for him, "You tell me."

And next he slides in the waffle to Akaashi, the chocolate syrup drizzled on the plate with the waffle away from it that read,

"I love you since we were 7."

Now it was Akaashi's turn to blush madly at the confession. He could only raise both palms into his face and buries himself into them.

Was he dreaming or was he really living?

To Bokuto, his world finally was at ease knowing he was loved by the person he has been eyeing since he was a child. He was somehow whining at the back of his head how he didn't get to date Akaashi back in highschool so they'd be those couple goals before and what it would've been if he and Akaashi were to lvie together in his lonely house.

Then again, seeing this moment now was like entering the biggest and most awaited match in his life.

"There's no way I can eat or drink this, Bokuto."

"What? Why not!?"

"This is too adorable and heartfelt."

They both share a laugh with eachother. Occasionally bickerking why Akaashi hasn't touched his food, they both carried on a normal conversation despite having each other confess out of the blue. Both were glad that things were still the same, as if they grew up not only as siblings or as friends, but as if they memorized each others lives.

"Hey, now that you've finished your book. Didn't you promise you'd tell me all about it?" he watches as Akaashi finally took a sip of the heart coffee.

Gulping harshly in embarrassment, he taps his closed book nervously, "Why though?" wanting to change the topic, thinking what he might say may be too cheesy for Bokuto's liking.

"Well you always have your attention on the book. I also wanna know how my lover smiles so much about it."

How could you casually say that? He thinks as his face lightly becomes red at the label he was called, "Lover."

With that ringing in his ears for a good hour, he opens the book to the last page, where the bold and sightly big text was written,

"This book was about two lovers who had different worlds, but they grew up together without telling each other how they felt and eventually drifted apart and forgotten each other." he explains to him with a smile, fingers running on the text of his book.

"So why was Mom and you so inlove with that book?" Bokuto grew up calling Keiji's mother his own mom. It wasn't as weird as it sounds, it was warming for Keiji since it felt like they were a family.

"Because in the end, they have gotten together in one place, and said—" Akaashi's smile becomes a loving grin as he shows Bokuto his favorite line in the entire book.

The same line that made his mother and father fall in an endless love even after his death, it was still the most loving line both Mother and Son could hear from their destined lover.

"I've loved you since we were 7."

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moody-cowdaddy · 5 years

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LOVE YOUR IMAGINES ❤️ id love if you could do one in where you are asleep and arthur breaks in your house cuz he’s injured and thats how you meet him and after some time you fall in love.

Thank you so much, darlin'! ❤ I'm so excited about the support my work is receiving. Here it is. I really hope that you like it!

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It was a quiet night on the small homestead that you owned. Nothing in could be heard, except the sound of the cicadas singing off on the distance. You lived alone, and that was the way that you preferred it most of the time. Of course, by your age, it was damn near seen as a sin if you weren't married, but you had always preferred being by yourself than to settle with a man just for the sake of upholding a repuatation.

You had your fair share of suitors, but none of them ever stuck for you. You didn't need or want a man around for the expectation that you, as a woman, needed one. You could handle yourself, and you did pretty damn well at holding that statement to be the true.

You laid in bed, a small lantern burning on the nightstand as you read. You had picked up a few novels in Saint Denis earlier that day, and had spent majority of the rest of it with your nose stuck in a book. You were already halfway finished with 'Dracula' , but your tired eyes could barely keep up with your mind as you began to lazily skim over the words now. You finally had to put the book down and try to get some rest.

You were halfway asleep when you heard a loud crash come from your dining room.

Your heart fluttered wildly in your chest as you pulled yourself up, directing your eyes to the door. You reached over for the shotgun that you always kept near your bedside table. Being that you were a woman and you lived alone, you definitely had to be prepared for any situation at hand, especially when there were always Lemoyne Raiders and O'Discoll theives running afoot. You held the shotgun up to aim at the door, just waiting for someone to burst through the door at any moment.

After a few minutes of waiting, with your heart beating inside of your chest like a war drum, you began to get impatient.

"What the hell?" You whispered to yourself as you sat the shotgun down.

You reached for your old pair of ranch pants that you had thrown across the bed earlier. You shimmied yourself into them as fast as you could and grabbed your shotgun again as your stepped towards the door, pushing it open with one of your shoulders as you had a steady aim on the dark front room.

"Who's there?" you growled, "I gotta shotgun, an' I ain't afraid to shoot."

For a moment there was no answer, until you heard the creaking of the floorboards, knowing that someone was definitely prowling around in your kitchen.

"I ain't gonna ask ya again," you said, cocking the weapon

"Easy," you heard a gruff voice call from the darkness. "I ain't gonna hurt ya."

The only light in the room was from the moon shining in through one of the glass pane windows, and as your eyes adjusted to the dark, you were able to make out a large figure standing in your kitchen.

"Who the hell are you, and why are you in my goddamn house?" You snapped, taking a step forward.

"Might be easier to explain if there was some light," the voice called.

"Don't move, mister," you breathed.

With the shotgun still aiming at the intimidating figure that you could make out, you headed towards the wall where the icebox sat, flicking a switch to turn on the dim bulb that hung from the ceiling on a wire. It was still very odd to you that you could flick a switch and light up a place. Electricity had just been introduced into your area a few years ago, and it was just as astounding as it was the first time you saw it. With the room lit up, you could now see a lone, tall man standing in your kitchen now, his hands raising up once he saw that you weren'tlying about having a weapon. He had on a bloody, white button downshirt. His hair was medium length, accompanied by scruffy stubble on his chin.

You gestured to his abdomen with the shotgun, "That your blood?"

He looked down, giving a nervous laugh before turning his head back up to you, "Most of it. Ran into some goddamn O'Driscolls, an' one of 'em clipped me."

"You workin' with them bastards?" You asked quizzically, still keeping your sights aimed directly at his chest.

"No ma'am," he shook his head. "I might be a bad man, but I ain't them." He said it in such a sincere way that you were crazy enough to actually believe this man.

You breathed trying to figured out what exactly you should do, but you were stumped. Most people would have blown this man away, but for some reason, you felt like you didn't need too. You didn't have a problem with shooting anyone, and you definitely had times in the past where that was the case. But this seemed different. You let out a breathe, silently hoping you wouldn't come to regret what you were about to do.

"What's your name?" You narrowed your eyes at him.

"Arthur," he stammered, "Arthur, uh, Callahan."

You squinted at him, already knowing that he was lying about what he was saying, but what his name wasn't your real concern at the moment.

"Well, Arthur Callahan.. I'm gonna lower my shotgun now. If you wanna keep them brains in your skull, no sudden movements. Got that?" You said, waiting for his answer.

He nodded, slowly lowering his hands, "Sounds like'a good deal to me."

You finally lowered the gun down to your side. The two of you just stood there for a moment, neither of you even daring to move a muscle as you stared eachother down.

"I'll give ya that 'moment to explain yourself' now." You gestured to him with your free hand.

He shrugged, "Runnin' from them O'Driscolls. I needed'ta patch myself up. I didn't mean no harm, jus' needed to find something to fix myself up with."

"So, stealing," you corrected him.

He gave you a small, guilty smile, "Well, I did say I was a bad man."

You sighed, laying your shotgun down onto your dining table. "Atleast you're honest. I think most men who meant real harm wouldn't be so truthful."

"Guess not. Look, miss, I'll go, an' you'll never have'ta see me again."

You stood there for a moment, looking him up and down, and looking at his blood stained shirt. You should have just told him to get out, to take his ass on somewhere and never return to this place, unless he had a deathwish, but you didn't. In fact, for someone who should be screaming bloody murder at a stranger standing inside their house in the middle of the night, you were contemplating actually helping him. It also didn't help that you couldn't stop noticing how much of a looker this one was.

"Tell ya what, I'll think about lettin' you go while I fix that up for ya." You pointed at the wound on his side.

He looked at you in surprise, shaking his head, "No, I couldn't let ya do that-"

You held your hand up to silence him, "Ya broke into my house, let me decide from here on out, hmm?"

His breath gave a slight hitch as he nodded, "S'very kind'a ya. Thank'ya, ma'am."

You pulled out a chair from under the dining table. "Sit."

He obeyed and took a few careful steps over towards the table as he lowered himself down onto the seat. He laid his hands flat out on the table. He seemed to be very intent on letting you know that he really didn't mean to cause you any harm. It was something that brought a sense of relief to you, and made you feel better about what you were doing now. You walked over to your pantry to grab a bottle of whiskey and some clean rags, setting all of it down onto the table in front of him as you pulled up a chair beside of him.

"You're gonna want to get that shirt off." You gestured to his side, dousing one of the rags in whiskey.

He obeyed yet again, and began to unbutton the button-down short. You could see chest hair beginning to peek through the opening of the shirt the more he unbuttoned, he pulled it down his shoulders to reveal a toned, lean body. You'd be lying if you said it didn't make your heart skip a beat like a schoolgirl. You knew that you shouldn't be thinking like this about a man you had just met, never-the-less one that literally had just broken into your home only a few minutes ago.

"May I?" He asked, pointing to the whiskey.

"Might as well," you nodded your head. "This ain't gonna feel too good."

The wound was right on the side of his ribs. You pressed the wet rag into the skin as gently as you could. The man hissed with pain, but he didn't dare flinch as you began wiping away the blood from the area.

"It was a clear exit, at least. You said O'driscolls did this, huh?" You cut your eyes over to him, meeting his gaze.

It was almost too much to handle, meeting eyes with him while he was this close to you. He was even more handsome face-to-face. He had beautiful blue/green eyes that looked as if they could see right through you. Your heart fluttered even more in your chest when his eye contact didn't waver from yours. You had to look away for your own good, and focus on the task at hand.

He nodded, "Yeah. I, uh, I travel with some people, an' we've had trouble with 'em boys for years."

"Kinda sounds like outlaws fighting with other outlaws," you said knowingly.

"Well, ain't no sense in lyin', ma'am," he admitted.

You shrugged, "It ain't my business."

"What's your name? I'd atleast like'ta know how to thank ya properly." He exchanged a look of appreciation with you.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)," you said, looking up at him quickly.

"Well, I'ppreciate yer kindness, miss (Y/L/N). I hope you'll let me repay the favor," he said.

You smirked, shaking your head. "Well, if I'da known beforehand that you were out there fightin' them O'driscoll bastards, I wouldn't've waved my shotgun in your face."

"It ain't the first time I've had that happen," he chuckled.

"No, I imagine not. But you can start by tellin' me your actual name, Mr. Callahan." You cut your eyes to him again.

"Caught on'ta that, huh? It's Arthur Morgan," he admitted, taking another shot of the whiskey.

"Well, it was half true, atleast." You flashed a quick smile at him.

"Y'live alone out here?" He asked, looking around the place.

"Sure do. So, I'm sure you can understand me bein' protective about my place."

"'Course," he nodded, "Jus' don't seem too safe."

You scoffed, cutting your eyes to him again. "Because I'm a woman?"

He hummed, dropping his head briefly before he looked back up to you. "Shit no. It ain't that, it ain't safe for damn near no one 'round here."

"Well, trust me, Mr. Morgan, I know how to shoot a man if I need to," you said bluntly.

Once you had gotten his wound cleaned of all of the blood, you bandaged It up carefully with some fresh rags. Arthur watched you thoughtfully as you bandaged him up, seeming to be awestricken that someone would go this much out of the way to help a criminal that had just intruded in on them.

He looked down at his arm after you had finished. "I really do appreciate this, miss (Y/L/N). What do I owe ya?"

You shook your head, "No charge. My place ain't much, but you're welcome to stay the night and rest up here, if you'd like""

"That's awful kind. You sure 'bout that?" He asked, cocking his head curiously at you.

You gave him a nod, "Very much so. Maybe you can make sure no one else breaks into my home tonight."

An amused expression appeared on his face. "It's the least I could do, darlin'."

Most people wouldn't have been so kind in certain situations, but whatever it was that told you to help him out that night would end up changing your life.

Arthur had indeed stayed through the night, but by the time you awoke early the next morning, he had already left, but not before he left you a letter of thanks, and left a generous $50 beside of it.

The letter in question had read:

"Miss (Y/L/N),

I appreciate the help more than you know. Not a lot of people would have taken out the time to do that. Most people would have shot first and asked questions later, and for that, I thank you. If there's ever anything that you need, I'm leaving you the details of the post office that I use. Please, don't hesitate to contact me. I know you said there was no charge, but I'm leaving you a piece of money anyways.

Sincerely,

Arthur "Callahan"

It left you a bit stunned to see such kindness from someone like this, but it seemed as if he thought the same about you.

The two of you ended up remaining in contact through letters, but Arthur would always stop by your home whenever he was in the area, and he would always stay the night. He would usually show up with a few goods to give to you, whether it was food, whiskey, or just a book or two that he'd came across that he thought that you might like. The two of you instantly became friends, and looking back on how the both of you met, it was a fond, yet comical memory now.

The more and more that the two of you talked, the more closer the two of you became. His stops to your house became more frequent throughout the months, and sometimes he ended up staying days at a time. It got to be so that, Arthur would end up taking you out onto the town whenever he stopped by.

To this day, you weren't sure which of you became smitten with who the fastest. Arthur would always say that it was him, but you knew that you felt something for him the night that he showed up in your house. You would always joke, and tell him that that's what kept him alive, but the both of you already knew that you hadn't ever had an intention of doing such a thing to him anyway.

You never saw yourself settling down with anyone, and the fact that the man you did end up falling for happened to be a gunslinger that broke into your home in the middle of the night seemed absurd, but that's exactly what happened.

That night had been well over two years ago now, and here you sat today, in the very kitchen that you met him in, watching him write away in the journal that he always kept as you read one of the many books that he had brought you over the years. He would look up at you occasionally, the two of you exchanging glances and coy smiles at eachother as you sat in the comfortable silence of the small farmhouse.

"Y'know," he said, setting his journal down, "Of all the houses I've found myself in over the years, I'm glad I ended up in yours."

"I think we may need a better story on how we met, lest people think you're holdin' me hostage," you smiled at him. "But I can say I'm happy my house was the one that you ended up in."

You sat your own book down and stood up, rou ding the table to get to him. He looked up at you lovingly as he scooted his chair back, pulling you down into his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck, sharing a long kiss with him.

Afterwards, he finally pulled his head back to stare you directly in your eyes as he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "I love ya, (Y/L/N)."

You gazed back into his bright eyes, your heart filling itself completely with a warm sensation as you sat here, wrapped in the arms of the man that you loved so dearly.

"I love you more, Arthur Callahan." You smiled knowingly at him before he pulled you back in to share another passionate kiss.

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emily-cheshire · 4 years

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Day 1

A windy day is nothing more than one of the biggest excuses to humans to stay inside and enjoy an unproductive day. Well, atleast for the people like Reim. For Break it was a natural day, where he wanted to run out and play self destructive in the wind while he gets cold. For Sharon it was a great opportunity to reread parts from her romace novels, what she highlighted.

Altogether, it all went fine and quiet, Break munched on stuff what he found, because as always, his stomach rumbled. He sometimes peaked into the books which were written in sophisticated language for Reim, and for a rather free and feelingfull flowerlanguage for Sharon. He althought didn't read much, of course, he did sometimes grab aesthetic looking novels, and he did adapt the highlighting thing from Sharon, he was not a really big bookworm himself. He sighed louder from time to time, which Reim usually answered in a fake cough as of a warning to not piss Sharon off, or he could say goodbye to the manliness in his pants and for the place what he had between the two on the red sofa what they were resting on.

- I am boooored~ - He whispered quietly. - And Hungryyyyyyy...- He said, gazing at the cieling.

- Yeah, yeah I know. - Said Sharon, pushing her glasses up. Time have passed, and all of the three needed glasses, except, Reim did need it since he was a youngster. - Now that you say... - She looked at the albino clown- I also got hungry. -as soon as she finished the line, another rumble came, Break and Sharon looked at Reim at the same time. Reim blushed and tried to not look at the two, who were furiously checking him, and he felt the burning gaze on his shoulders. Sharon closed her book and stood up. - We should cook. -She giggled. Reim and Break knew, this will be the doom of theirs if they don't pray for God or the Devil himself, it doesn't matter, if a lady, especially a Rainsworth, with Iron will needs, they are gonna get it.

She fastly headed out to the kitchen, her dress was flowing and the shape of her curvy thight showed, Break stood up and ran after her, his endless white coat gently being nagged, as Reim was still processing what the heck happened. He was a simple man, and even if he knew Sharon and Break since they were kids, they could always surprise him. He also rushed after them, almost falling in one of the blankets which were thrown on the floor carelessly. He touched Sharons shoulder who stopped, she turned, her face was red and excited.

- Isn’t this just amazing? We are gonna cook! Like a Family! – She was holding Reims shoulders and giggled as she shook him. Reim looked around in confusion.

- Where is Break? – He asked, still searching in the quiet and dark hallway. Sharon blinked and her smile was gone.

- That genius…- She said in a tone what could have made anyone shriek like a kid, she slowly started to walk toward the door what was leading outside.

- I pretty am sure he headed out into the wind. He is like a dumb horse. - Reim snorted by the words, as Sharon opened the door, the cold touched her fragile neck and shoulders, althought she didn’t seem to care. She didn’t see Break anywhere, so she closed the door.

- I am not gonna start without him. – She stated as she sighed.

- I have no idea where did he go. – She was quite pissed as she passed Reim, who put his big hands on one of her shoulders.

- Don’t worry – He said with an encouraging smile- He can take care. Also, he might be in the house. Let’s go back tot he room. He must show up soon. – He gently pushed Sharon tot he room and sat down.

- Don’t be so sad, a lady should smile. – He said, still smiling, as the door opened. It was Break, as Sharon looked at him like she could kill one hundred of him with one swing of her palm. Break didn’t quite understand, holding three bottles of liqour, ready to feast on one of them.

- Where in the God’s will were you? – She asked, quite offended as he, very close to the wall in fear of being killed by his own lady, stood like a luckbag.

- In the kitchen… - He said shivering, as Sharon’s face turned redder than the sun in Mexico as it goes down.

- No, you weren’t, I was heading there and you were nowhere. – Break held back a quite rude laugh.

- Looks like I am faster than you. – He laughed a little, holding his forehead as he sat down onto the cold tiles ont he floor.

- Told you he will come… - Reim coughed i tat Sharon, who layed down, burrying her face into one of the blankets on the sofa, her shoulders shivered.

- You made him cry Reim! – Break said with a fake offended face, Sharon held up a finger and sat up again, smiling and wheezing.

- I am better at joking than you – Said Reim, feeling flattered by the fact that Sharon was laughing.

- I am happy to have the two of you here. – She said quietly, almost whispering.

- Break putted down the three bottles, along with drinking glasses, from god knows where he get them. He smiled as he pured, the first was Sharon’s, it was a very small amount, which Sharon immidiatelly blinked at, the second was Reims, he filled up the last glass until it was unable to be moveable, and so leaned closer to Sharon. – Cheers for your beauty and smarts, you have grown much, M’Lady. – Sharon blinked, as Break was already leaning to Reim. – And cheers for your bravery and mind. – He sat back onto the floor with a faint smile and a blank gaze. – I am sorry I left you two. I have been gone with the wind, just as I arrived. – Sharon felt her neck thighten, her vision blurred and something warm poured onto her gentle skin.

The next day as she woke up, Reim was already gone from the bed. She looked out the window, as the trees were dancing in the wind, smirred waterdrops were on the glasses, as if thousands of angels cried outside. The loneliness hit her and the emptiness she felt echoed in her chest.

So, here is this for today, I tried my best, it was fun to write, but I still need to work hard in writing and even in the english language itself. (Cause, as you see by my poor writing it is not my mother tongue. Might be good, but I am a sucker for perfection eheheh.) I want to play with my words and every readers mind. (Not against you guys, I also want to state that if anyone wants to, you can write a happy ending here or anywhere. I personally love to do that if I am dissatisfied with an ending. )

@i-prefer-the-term-antihero

#phmonth19 #rainsworthtrio #Sharon Rainsworth #Xerxes Break #reim lunettes #Pandora Hearts

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polyjak-stuff-blog · 5 years

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Best Humidifiers For Dry Eyes (Updated. 2019) – Buying Guide

Humidifiers help a ton in most wellbeing related issues. Humidifiers may likewise help in an infants prosperity, so these gadgets are additionally significant for moms. Humidifiers can help tackling issues, for example, asthma, sensitivities, dry eyes and dry skin or eyes just to make reference to a couple.

Yet, in this article we will concentrate more in helping you pick the best humidifiers for dry eyes. Most specialists profoundly prescribe getting a humidifier to help improve the soundness of your eyes. As a nearsightedness sufferer and contact-focal points wearer, I am especially inclined to create dry eye disorder, which can conceivably have perilous long haul impacts on my eyes wellbeing.

This is the reason this issue truly hits home with me, and this is additionally why I set aside the effort to audit the main 8 best humidifiers for dry eyes in 2019. We should begin!

1. Air-O-Swiss AOS 7147 Ultrasonic Humidifier

After a little pursuit over the web my tryst finished with Air – O - Swiss AOS 7147 Ultrasonic Humidifier with both warm and cool fog highlights.

Highlights

Double Mist choice to browse warm or cool.

Computerized surface touch show. (I'd state the best)

Ability to humidify the air in a room of 600 sq. foot

Commotion free execution. (Huge alleviation as the most well-known humidifiers are banging boxes)

Rest mode which naturally sets the mugginess level in the night.

Clock include with which we can set the working time of the humidifier. (1-8 hours or consistent)

Embellishments – It has some included frill that accompanied the item

Demineralization Cartridge which avoids the arrival of any hurtful minerals noticeable all around.

Hydro Cell which gives persistent freshness to the humidifier and

EZCal Cleaner and Descaler which facilitates the errand while cleaning the gadget

Plan

I am inspired with the structure of this humidifier as it has a very uber looking front board with in all respects well disposed touch interface that anybody can use without an issue. The completing of the gadget particularly on the edges is a work of value. By and large the gadget has a dark lustrous shading plan which is exceptionally calming to the eyes. The humidifier resembles a cleaned furniture with its own class and artfulness.

Execution

Presently, we should talk about the genuine execution part. Since, I have utilized it from over a fortnight, I think I fit the bill to remark about its working.

Following 14 days of utilization, I haven't experienced any kind of issues yet. The item has been performing splendidly and route over my desires. Besides, I didn't anticipate that it should be this great in light of the fact that my past involvement with a humidifier was not all that lovely.

Usability

Being an ever bustling person who is constantly involved by work, I am very little OK with utilizing manual settings. I generally look for gadgets and peripherals that have the choice to take a shot at their own for example robotization. What's more, this gadget is made for folks like me. As I found an extraordinary help by utilizing its auto settings choice on the front board, the humidifier adjusts to the surroundings very well and I didn't have to physically check it.

Moistness levels work immaculate on the programmed setting. The clock work is extraordinary in light of the fact that you simply need to set the time you need it to run, 1-8 hours or the persistent mode where the humidifier continues running until it comes up short on power!

Every one of the highlights referenced in the item portrayal turned out to be novel. The gadget works clamor free, bother free and work free.

I would state I am strongly happy with the item. As I referenced previously, my past involvement with other individual humidifiers was that some were awkward and very little smooth and I was constantly wary about their dependability and solidness yet Air-O-Swiss AOS 7147 Ultrasonic Humidifier has changed my entire recognition.

In spite of the fact that I have been utilizing it just from the most recent 14 days and it may be just the tip of an ice shelf. Be that as it may, I'd state it's been no issues up to this point for me. It's without clamor, robotized working and its amicable structure has truly complimented me. I'd prescribe it to anybody intending to purchase a humidifier. This item conveys more than its value esteem.

2. Honeywell QuietCare 9-Gallon Output Console Humidifier

The HCM – 6009 is a high yield 'cool fog' evaporative humidifier from Honeywell. This humidifier accompanies manual controls, Protec antimicrobial channel, a vast water tank and an ability to humidify bigger zones. The gadget goes on for around twenty fours out of one filling. The dampness it makes is without commotion, microorganism free and new. So that, you can have a decent night's rest. It is a perfect item for you, in the event that you are habitually experiencing dry eyes and other air related hypersensitivities and side effects.

Highlights

Nearness of enormous swiveling wheels at the base of the gadget for simple and agreeable development and conveyability.

In-fabricated prefilter to avert collection of residue and form.

Capacity to humidify substantial regions up to 2300 square feet.

Ergonomic structure for sparing space.

Protec antimicrobial channel to keep the demeanor of your room new and microscopic organisms free.

Auto-Shutoff include at whatever point the gadget comes up short on water.

Clamor free task.

Two vast water tanks for additional span of working.

Diverse dimensions to set dampness and dampness.

Additional expansive ability to hold more water and capacity to humidify substantial zones are the genuine champion highlights of this humidifier.

Plan

This humidifier is all around ergonomically intended to spare space. However, it's an extensive humidifier yet to tackle its compactness issues, enormous swiveling wheels at the base of the humidifier are given. So that, you can move it anyplace you need.

The gadget highlights manual controls which are available at the highest point of the gadget. Its plan and standpoint dislike any premium humidifier. In any case, the gadget is tough and strong, on account of its great form quality. It's structured in such an approach to augment yield and execution.

Not an extraordinary looking humidifier but rather an ergonomic structure to guarantee legitimate humidification with compactness too. It is accessible in white and dark hues.

Usability

The gadget has manual stickiness controls and yield settings. You need to pick your ideal dimension of moistness and set the dials as needs be. In spite of the fact that the controls are for the most part manual, yet in a way it lets the client totally alter its yield.

In spite of the fact that the gadget comprises double water tanks, yet cleaning these tanks is a helpful procedure because of its straightforward and strong assembled that empowers you to dismantle and reassemble it rapidly and with no hiccup.

The cumbersome size and weight of the HCM – 6009 isn't an inconvenience at all because of the nearness of expansive swiveling wheels at its base. These wheels enable us to effortlessly move the humidifier anyplace we require. Accordingly, even because of the expansive size, its conveyability is incredible.

Execution

The HCM – 6009 is an extremely incredible unit which has the ability to humidify vast regions or rooms up to 2300 square feet. Its double water tanks give it the possibility to constantly keep running for atleast 24 hours. The consolidated limit of the two water tanks of this humidifier is 3.4 gallons and its stickiness yield is around nine gallons.

The humidifier can naturally clean the air from any hurtful microscopic organisms or a microorganism because of the nearness of the prefilter. The gadget has an exceptional turn off-turn on highlight – at whatever point the ideal dimension of moistness is accomplished, the gadget would turn itself off. Be that as it may, when the stickiness begins to tumble down, it would again turn itself on and begin creating cool fog.

The HCM-6009 humidifier from Honeywell is a decent gadget which performs particularly well and has the capacity to humidify huge territories up to 2300 square feet. Such a capacity is uncommon in the humidifiers at a similar value go. Notwithstanding for its massive size, the gadget is truly versatile.

Besides, the gadget works nearly commotion free and because of the nearness of double water tanks, it can consistently keep running for 24 hours. The moistness controls are manuals yet give incredible customization to the client to set its ideal dimensions of mugginess. The Honeywell QuietCare surly a standout amongst the best humidifiers for dry eyes.

The significant downsides of this gadget are absence of a warm fog alternative, absence of programmed and advanced controls, and no LCD show board. Be that as it may, at this value extend, you just can't expect everything.

Despite the fact that you are positively ready to buy a superior humidifier on the off chance that you can spend some additional. Like the Air – O - Swiss 7147 Ultrasonic Cool/Warm fog humidifier, which has all the cutting edge highlights and programmed controls with a LCD show.

Yet, in the event that your financial limit is tight and you require a humidifier for an additional extensive room, HCM-6009 is perfect for you.

Deal Honeywell Cool Moisture Console Humidifier

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Writing Lessons I Learned The Hard Way #1: Higher Word Count Does Not Automatically Equal Better Content

In general, people seem to be a little obsessed with word counts/page counts, when I was younger I remember how my freinds used to boast about reading books that had four hundred pages, five hundred pages, six, seven, eight... and they wore it as badges of honor, some teachers insisted that their students only read books with a minimum of X pages- especially for reports, and it always felt like the longer the book, the better the content

That mindset didn't change when I started reading fanfiction

For as long as I've been in fandom (13 years at the current moment) I've seen the same behavior, but with word count rather than page count, now please don't get me wrong, I know WHY reading longer work makes people feel accomplished and that is DEFINITELY not a bad thing, but I've noticed something the longer I spend both as a reader and a writer...

Longer word counts can sometimes be more trouble than they're worth

Both from a writing and a reading standpoint

From a reading standpoint, I have limited time to read, and limited patience to read things on a computer screen, over the years I've found it alot more gratifying to read something short that I enjoy and alot less upsetting to read something short that I don't enjoy than I do to invest hours or even an entire day in something that I only feel lukewarm to or, worse, that I end up disliking or completely hating by the ending, my reading time is valuable and I’d prefer a quick hit of something good than a slowburn of something less favorable, but from a writer's standpoint, I've found the word count thing to be a much deeper issue

I've only ever used a word counter a couple of times, and that was always for kitten related motivation rather than meeting an actual goal, I don't have a word counter on notepad (the program I use) and I've slowly started to count that as a blessing, I do, however, measure my work by file size (15KB, 59KB, 148KB, etc) and in it's own way it's similar, it's a unit of measurement, regardless

I've found that word counters are particularly a dangerous tool for me, as I have number-related OCD and so landing on a number I find unfavorable can be... frustrating, I found, when using a word counter to write, that I would go back and change my work just to have a word count number I found satisfying (IE: If I had 3,838 words I'd have to find some way to plug in two more words just to get 3,840, on the worse accounts, if I had 5,878 words, I'd go the long way around and try to fit in an extra 122, and so on and so forth) This could often ruin something I really liked in a story just to make the words fit, a line I liked but felt the need to change, adding in a detail I didn't feel was necessary, drawing out a scene past it's prime, etc, it was... upsetting

So word counters, for that reason alone, are not my freinds, but the thing is, any unit of measurement- no matter what kind- cannot determine the quality of work, and sometimes, shorter is actually necessary

One of the reservations I've always had about getting published was worrying that I could never write anything long enough to be an actual book, I always related "published books" to being 400+ pages even though I am very aware of the fact that there are plenty of books that aren't nearly so long- hell, I tend to read shorter ones myself, just out of personal taste, and anyone who reads my books will know that I don't tend to make any one particular story all that long, but what I didn't know until I started putting out longer books- bigger anthologies, with longer stories- is that bigger word counts can actually hurt a writer, rather than help

Price, as I found out a few years ago, is determined by page count, that means that smaller books are cheaper, and although that may not sound revolutionary, you'd be surprised at just how much an extra twenty or thirty pages- or even extra five or six pages- can make the price jump up

From a business perspective, I have to be wary of high prices, books are expensive, generally speaking, and though alot of readers don't mind paying an extra two dollars or three dollars for a book they really want, some do, and most people are on a budget, atleast in some manner, some people can't afford bigger books even if they want them, and even from my personal perspective, as I use hybrid publishing, I have to pay 50% of the cost of my books to get inventory, meaning that the more expensive the book, the more I ultimately have to pay as well

This is actually why my books are published in sets of two, back when I put out the first set of Faerytales, it was originally going to be one book of 100, but my publisher told me that the price for that would be astronomical, so I had to split it in two just to maintain a decent retail price

The first set of Faerytales are one of my shorter sets of adult books

Even with that, I still always have had the mindset of longer = better, the bigger the number on my computer screen, the more proud of something I can be, and the shorter something is, the less it's worth, that's not a good mindset to have, not only is it flat-out wrong (most of my favorite books and fanfictions are incredibly short) but it's also somewhat dangerous to me as a published writer

My upcoming books, The Book Of Alice, volumes 1 and 2, will be the largest and most expensive books I've published to date, and although I'm incredibly happy with the stories I wrote, although I wouldn't shorten any of them if given the chance, I do reflect now on when I was writing them, how I would tweak things here and there to make some stories longer, and how I would instantly favor longer stories over shorter ones, and how that probably wasn't my best move, I wish I had known then what I know now and maybe taken a chill pill on the length of some of them, maybe without feeling obligated to make certain stories a certain length, I could have gotten the same result in smaller form, and thus, a cheaper price

Even so, there's another completely different facet to this, and that concerns fanfiction, namely, that in my experience, the longer something is, the less likely people are to read it

I have a range of word counts in fanfiction, from about a thousand words to over sixty-thousand at my longest, and though it's important to note that my longer works were usually passion projects that I did for myself, not expecting many readers, it always surprises me just how enormous the difference is in reader volume for my short, "Wrote this in two hours" ficlets versus my enormous "This took me three months" novels, and something I learned about those aforementioned novels is that, although they were, again, passion projects done for my own enjoyment, I stopped being passionate when I started trying to make them longer, and it didn't improve my reader count like I always thought it would

Last year for Sterek Week, after pumping out three beastly long fics and seeing that my ideas for the other four would also be fairly lengthy, I decided to experiment, to try making everything no less than 15,000 words and it nearly killed me, not only because writing four 15+K fics in about two weeks (the time I had left after the first three) was INSANE, but also because I often found myself really dissatisfied with the end product, ideas I had been really happy with early on had turned into mountains of frustration because they wanted to end early or because I added too much and was taking too long to finish them, and although I've gotten great response from the people who read them, I honestly don't think I would have gotten less readers if I had made them a few thousand words shorter- in fact, I may have gotten more

I've been frustrated for the last few months over my inability to really work on some of the longer projects I've wanted to do, in large part because the sheer size has been putting me off, so I've procrastinated here and procrastinated there and I'm left feeling very... bleh about alot of it, this year for Sterek Week my projects are going to be alot shorter and in complete honesty, some of them are going to be REALLY short, I've been upset with myself over that for a wile now but it's time for me to stop feeling that way

I started a 31 Days Of Halloween challenge this year in addition to my annual week long werewolf party, and I'm pretty sure none of the fics I've done so far have exceeded 6K, wich is fine, I actually expected going into this that nothing would go over 2K (to be honest, I've always had a problem with underestimating how many words go into even my simplest ideas) so I'm impressed with myself more than annoyed, and it got me wondering.... why am I ok with- even impressed with- doing short things here, but not in other aspects? Why do I keep obsessing over long = better when I know that isn't necessarily true, when I know that I don't get more readers for longer things (in fact, I usually get less) and when I personally have never cared about the word counts or page counts of what I read?

I've found myself many times sticking to my guns with people about my preference for reading shorter things, so why am I so less likely to stick to my guns about writing shorter things?

I've always been someone who believes in letting your muses guide your writing, letting them make the decisions, and that means letting them decide how long or short something is going to be, they decide where to end it, and I don't ever want to go against that, I know not all writers think this way and that's more than fine, but my personal style has always been to let nature take it's course, I'm just a vessel along for the ride, the muses steer the cart, I've never believed in pushing them to tell a part of the story they don't want to tell and when I try to push word counts for the sole sake of pushing word counts that's exactly what happens

It's time for me to stop letting myself worry about numbers (atleast, in this form) and just do what I've always done- let my writing start and stop where it wants, and be as long or short as it wants, without trying to be Extra about it (literally) and without feeling bad for not having a high number

This obviously doesn't mean that I'm going to stop writing long things- like I said, the crazies run this circus, I'm just a vessel, and there are more times than I can count that I've had a small word count in mind and six hours later I'm staring at a novella ready to scream into the void from being exhausted, but it does mean that I'm going to stop trying to push things that don't want to be pushed- and stop punishing myself for things that don't matter

My readers may not notice a difference, but I think I will, and that makes me happy

As a note, before people start flaming me, things like Big Bang challenges, NaNoWriMo, writing marathons, and other word-count dependent challenges, are not bad things, and if YOU like them and are motivated by them, then that's GREAT, I've actually written for Big Bangs a couple of times before, they weren't my cup of tea (surprisingly for reasons that don't involve word count and reasons I'd prefer not to get into on my professional site) but I know plenty of people who enjoy them and I'm happy that some people find them motivating, so this is in no way trying to bash them

I wanted to write this, though, because I know alot of writers feel very obligated to make their stories long, to match a specific goal or higher, and there are alot of writers out there who are like me and rather than finding those goals motivating, they find them unnecessarily difficult, not necessarily because they can't reach that count, but sometimes because the story just doesn't call for it, and believe me, there's nothing more frustrating that getting to 18,000 words out of a 20,000 goalpost and then your muse goes "Ok, we're done, we're ending it here, I have nothing else to say" and you have to milk out another 2,000 words of filler

This post is for any writer or reader who doesn't personally enjoy higher word counts or page counts, or who feels pressured to meet them and doesn't necessarily want to

The important thing about writing- AND about reading- is to make yourself happy, and if trying to match a specific goal or trying to read or write something long just for the sake of it being long doesn't make you happy, then you shouldn't feel obligated to do it

I'm going to be alot happier as a writer now that I've made peace with this, and that's what matters in the long run

#writing #fanfiction #books

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2016 Monthly Watches and Top Picks

An amalgamation of links to my personal watches and top picks, that being said there are a lot of anime I have not watched. If there is an anime that you think I should watch, recommend it to me in my Suggestions page or in the respective comments sections of my posts.

NOTE: I do not have any monthly watches or top picks from January to April, because I started this site in May of this year.

Links To My Monthly Watches (New links will be added soon)

My Monthly Top Picks

May Top Pick

Tokyo Ghoul

Only a few minutes before my 21st birthday I finished this series. Which means that I was an emotional wreck crying out ‘he knew!!’ while also being super excited to go out and buy my first drink; a Bloody Mary, approximately 17 minutes after officially being 21. Anyway, Tokyo Ghoul is so good. I loved it because it did not follow the path I expected it to, every event and conclusion ended up surprising me but in a good way! Without spoiling too much or going into a full review, the main character never became a ‘Mary Sue’ and the way it ended was not typical in the least. I have so many things to say but they all contain spoilers, anyway I’m glad I wasn’t deterred from the anime because one of my friends said he didn’t like the manga because of his assumption about the character. Dude, you were way off, I haven’t read the manga, but the anime is so different and so amazing. 5 out of 5 would recommend!

June Top Pick

Blue Exorcist Movie

The movie has nothing to do with the plot of the anime at all, and takes place after the events in the series. Atleast I’m fairly certain it does? There’s an important (and spoiler-y) thing that happens at the end of the series, that is never addressed or acknowledged in the movie which I think is really weird….. Either way, the movie itself is simply a completely stand alone story from the series. And it was absolutely stunning! Sooooo much detail went into all of the backgrounds and items. On top of that its very well scripted, and the plot flowed incredibly well together without being convoluted, which is surprising since a number of movie sequels to tv series’s tend to go overboard by stuffing too much information into an hour and a half.

It was amazing. Its possible that someone could watch the movie without watching the single season anime, just because of how it was written. However you would not know the relationships or the back story of the main character, which helps to explain a lot of the terminology and setting. Especially the part about demons ect ect.

Either way, I LOVED this movie. I didn’t even know that there was a movie at all until just now. I’m going to re-watch it with a friend when she gets back into town and I am soooooo excited because I KNOW she will love it too. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT. I RECOMMEND THIS SO HARD.

July Top Pick

Haikyuu!!

I have boarded the sports anime train, and I don't think I'm ever getting off. This is the fifth sports anime I'm watching and I think it may be my favourite. It's funny too because I only recently started watching sports anime when I watched Free! last December.

This anime is fabulous! I know I say that a lot, but it is so true! Haikyuu!! is about Hinata who joins his high school Volley ball team. The rest of the show is about the developing relationships between the team, the development of their characters and skills, and their relationships between the teams they play against as they try to make it to the Nationals.

I love so much about this anime, every character is different, has their own reasons for playing, their own personalities, their own skills, and their own developmental journey. The characters are amazing!! On top of all that the animation is great, they animate the games incredibly well, and whenever someone does something that's particularly fast or strong they do a fabulous job of showing it through the art style and movements. Ah, I could watch this show for days, well, more days than I already have. (Click the image to view the gif, cause for some reason it won't automatically play...)

Look at the smooth animation!!

Speaking of the art style, It's different than whats common in anime, feeling a little more like a manga, but that's what makes it so great. The style allows them to make fabulous faces/expressions and movements. and Oh man the faces are great, I LOVE an anime that's able to use such a variety of expressions on so many different characters. Look at these faces!

Its such a feel good anime, its so light-hearted, and bright, and funny, and intense! There are only two season out right now, but the third season is to air this fall! I'm so excited!! so, So, SO excited!!! AAAHHHHHH~

This is a must watch. It doesn't matter what genre of anime you like, everyone should give this one a chance.

August Top Pick

Hyouka

So the first thing i need to mention is that this show is first and foremost a slcie of life that happens to include a lot of mystery. Not a mystery that happens to be a slice of life. I originally thought it was the latter which was why I was disappointed that it didn't end the series with a mystery arc, but instead the way a slice of life would.When you acknowledge the show for what it really is, a natural slice of life, it is amazing. For numerous reasons.

First the artwork is so incredibly detailed and beautiful. Second the visuals are distinctly different for each thing ti tries to convey, and completely succeeds in doing so. The audio is amazing, the music is beautiful, the animation is so smooth and they even animate things that aren't necessary to the plot but are animated anyway to make it all feel so REAL. Not to mention the episodes and mysteries are so well written!

look at the incredible amount of detail they put into EVERY SINGLE SCENE.

even when the background is blurred even people who we never learn about or see again have details in their clothes, faces, and expressions. I checked, we NEVER see these people below actually interact with the main OR minor cast.

I almost forgot, this show is about Houtarou a high schooler that sees the world in 'gray'and whose motto is "If I don't have to do it, I won't. If I have to do it, I'll make it quick." Convinced by his already graduated sister, he joins the classics club which was endangered to be disbanded because there were no more members. He meets a girl named Eru who also joins the club and discovers that he has a knack for solving mysteries. That is, only when Eru earnestly goes to him and yearns for him to solve the mystery because her curiosity cannot be contained. From there they quickly discover that the classics club has a past shrouded in mystery.

Its incredibly well done, I love slow the pacing myself, because it fits the flow and nature of the anime. However I do have a number of issues with it myself (some reveal content spoilers so I won't state those here). I admit that the way they ordered large mystery arch and single episode mysteries was not handled well at the very end. Don't get me wrong the ending fit the characters incredibly well and was very good and realistic, however considering the quality of the larger mysteries that were prevalent through the rest of the anime, I feel that they should have ended the series with a multi-episode arc and then one final single episode arc, rather than many single episode arcs strung together. The anime was an adaptation of a light novel, which covered 4 out of the 5 published novels. I've taken a look at the titles of the chapters and it seems that the 5th book is quite the elaborate story. One I would have liked to have seen in the anime, though would clearly have gone over the 22 episodes the anime ended at. Perhaps since this write up for the episode is already so long, I will create a post just about this anime. It definitely deserves more talking about!

Anyway, I do recommend it to veteran-ed anime watchers. It has a wonderful pace that does not push by quickly, great character development and insight, and fascinating mysteries and dialogue regarding such. Its perfect for anyone who loves natural slice of life. Those who enjoy mysteries would also enjoy this, as long as they understand that it is mostly a slice of life, and thus will follow the format of slice of life and not the format of a mystery anime. Its a stunning anime.

September Top Pick

Natsume's Book of Friends

This is an incredibly adorable show. Its heartwarming and has a 'feel good' movie feel to it. If anything taking into account the art style and how good it makes you feel it reminds me a lot of Fruits Basket. Don't get me wrong, its nothing like Fruits Basket in terms of story, but its got the same 'feel'.... if that makes sense.

Anyway, the premise is that Natsume is the only one able to see yokai (Japanese monsters/spirits/gods). After moving into a new town with some distant relatives, Natsume finds out that is deceased grandmother could also see yokai and made quite the reputation among them. She would take the names of local yokai and put it into a book called the book of friends, with their names she could control the yokai. Now yokai are coming after Natsume either to ask him to return their names or to take the book of friends for themselves.

The majority of the show is about Natsume steadily coming to understand both humans and yokai more clearly than he has before. Making friends, learning about the lives of others, learning about his grandmother, and finding out what it really means to be apart of a family and not be ostracized by others because of his ability.

This show is wonderful, its not as gripping or super emotion/action driven as some other shows are, but its very well done. The character are great, the stories are so heartwarming, and it breaks a number of the stereotypical cliches that are often found with anime about a character who can see something that others cannot. An example that I particularly love is how other characters who come into the mix who are also able to see yokai are not automatically 'evil' or an antagonist. So rather than causing mroe trouble for Natsume from the 'get go' they are actually there to help develop him into a better character. Which I love~ Any actual antagonist that shows up are antagonists for a real reason, rather than just for the purpose of having one.

If your into exorcism anime or anime that focuses on traditional Japanese monsters/spirits/gods you will love this one. It is slower paced and focuses more on story than action so keep that in mind. Also keep in mind that there are only 4 season out right now as of this post. Season 5 will be coming out with this falls simulcasts and I'm super excited for it

#2016 #msma 2016 #haikyuu!!#hyouka #natsume yuujinchou #natsume's book of friends #blue excorsist #blue exorsict movie #tokyo ghoul #msma monthly watch

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mifron-blog · 5 years

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Trip To Mumbai

Travel opens our heart, broadens our mind, expands our horizons. Everyone loves to travel, may it be far or near places. Travelling is sometime that refreshes me, it's a different sort of relaxation to the soul. Out of all the trips I had, my trip to Mumbai is the favourite. It was in the year 2016, when my mom decided to have a trip to Mumbai. Since my board exams were just over, she thought that it would be a good way for me to relax after all the stress. And the trip definitely turned out to relax me. We had planned to go by train as it is the most comfortable way to travel and it has its own memories to be cherished. We thought of going at the start of May, so my sister had booked advanced tickets online as we wouldn't be getting tickets later as its the month of summer vacations. On the day of our trip to Mumbai, I woke up at 6 am due to excitement. Packing was done by my mom and sister. So there wasn't anything to do, and all the things at home were packed and kept. So I didn't have much to do that day. But still I woke up early to check on everything once again so that we don't waste time later. Our train was going to arrive at 3:30 pm. So we left the house at 1 pm, just on case not to be late. We reached the station in almost half an hour and had to wait for the train. When u asked my mom as why she left so early. All she told me was it's better to be 5 minutes early than 1 second late. When we arrived at the station, there wasn't much crowd. But as the time started passing by people started gathering. By 3:30 pm there was a huge crowd, but it was mostly for the general coach. Since we had reservations, we didn't have any problem with loafing our luggage or finding our seats. Since it was a trip, we had kept our luggage light, some few pairs of clothes, shoes and snacks. It was a 3 day trip since mom had to join back to work as she wasn't getting any holidays. I had prepared a list of things that I would be going in those 3 days. I was thinking of my list when the train hauled and my thoughts were disrupted. There wasn't anything much to do in the train. So I glanced at the scenery outside, I wasn't able to see clearly as it was an express train. Later it got dark and I started feeling bored, so I downloaded a novel online and started reading it. Soon it was mid night and I was sleepy by reading the novel. It didn't take me a second to fall asleep, once I lied down. My mom woke me up at around 4 a.m. saying that we are about to reach Dadar, so we need to get ready with our luggage. The train reached Dadar at around 4:30 a.m. We got down from the train. There was a havoc created by people to enter the train. We went to the other platform to catch the local train to Santa Cruz and we had booked a hotel there. We finally reached our hotel at 6 a.m. We didn't go sleep properly in the train so we thought of taking a nap for sometime. We woke up at around 10 a.m. and went outside in a restaurant to have breakfast. I didn't remember the name of the hotel, but the food served by them was yummy. After finishing our breakfast, we went to the St. Anthony Church, Vakola. It's a beautiful church. The church has a boys convent attached to it. Later we decide to go shopping to fashion street. So we the bus to it. The fashion street resembles the fish market but the only difference is that fishes are replaced with clothes. My sister was trilled by seeing so many clothes. We did a lot of shopping. There was a cross in the middle where a lot of devotees come to pray. We went there and prayed for a while for our well being. It took a lot of time to do the shopping and I was exhausted by the train journey, so we came back to our hotel. Next day, early morning we went for mass at the St. Micheal's Church, Mahim. It was a weekday still the crowd at the church seemed as if it was a Sunday mass. After the mass we were going to go to Esselworld. It's an amusement park, Gorai. My excitement level was above the world. I wasn't able to decide which ride I want to go first. I had a lot of fun in Esselworld. It's a place worth going. On our last day of the trip, we decided to go too the famous Vile Parle mall of Mumbai. It was huge mall with almost everything one needs in his daily life. My spot of attraction was the games corner, I spend atleast 3 hours playing games while my mom and sister were busy doing shopping. After sometime, they also joined in to play games and it was fun. He reached hotel at 5 pm since we had to get ready for our train at 9 pm. As usual he left early to reach the station on time. The train was on time. We board the train and started our journey back to Goa. A part of time still wanted to stay in Mumbai. In those 3 days I was already in love with Mumbai. I didn't want to leave Mumbai and go but I had no option left. So I soaked in my feelings and they a farewell to Mumbai, until we meet again.

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living-fash · 6 years

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'I Told you I'd Tell Them Our Story' by Lydmor

Interview with Lydmor by Livingfash

With the release of her latest Album and busy tour dates, Lydmor a Copenhagen based electronic producer, composer, singer writer took some time to talk to us about herself and the new album.

I’ll have to say it was such a joy to listen to it. The album flows easily from song to song and it a bit mesmerizing and easy to relate to. There are some hooks in the lyrics that will wake you up if you happen to find yourself day dreaming.

With her spellbinding story telling, mixed with the beats of the songs are a perfect fit for relaxing either when you are dancing or just seating and looking at the sunset. This album is a great mix. it calms the mind.

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1-Lydmor, could you please tell us a little bit about you and your background, i.e. where you’re from, when did you started wrinting music, how was growing up in your hometown etc.

I grew up in a small town on the danish countryside. The town in itself was rather boring, and people in it mostly just cared about football and reality tv. Fortunately I had a really creative family, many on my own age and we were kinda outside of all of that. I was very much a dreamer as a child. Actually, I still am. I daydream all the time. I did a lot of creative things, making small plays, writing short stories and playing the clarinet. When I became a teenager I got an interest in writing songs, and things just slowly evolved from there. Getting to where I am today has been a very slow organic process of discovery and experimentation.

2- Lydmor! Your artistic name. how did you come up with it?

Haha. It actually started as a bit of a joke. I was a part of a big project where I had a small DIY studio that people could record in for free, and in the project was also a girl who did free food. In Denmark we have this expression madmor (translates to food mother) that we use lovingly for a woman who makes food for us. People called her madmor, and then at some point they started calling me lydmor (sound mother), for fun, and it just kinda stuck.

3- Now, to the question on everyone’s mind. How did you end up in Shanghai?

Well I was going through some kind of crisis. Everything in my life was fucking up – at the same time. My lovelife, my creativety, my carreer. It just felt like I had no idea what I was doing, and I needed to do something drastic to change that.

The idea of moving to Shanghai kinda started creeping in on me. There was something mysterious about the city, the few times I had been there, and I felt like there was something I needed to DO there. I didn’t really know what. Finally the need to move became very insistant. So i moved!

4-What did you enjoy the most about your experience in Shanghai? and was there any interesting, awkward or just funny moment you remember from your days there?

Shanghai is a very interesting place. It is somehow the city of lost souls. And there is a darkness there as well, that I sometimes have trouble describing. You’ll have this moment, after a few months of living there. It’s sort of like a point of no return. You’ll climb to the top of the highest skyscraper you can find, and you stare wildly in each direction. Looking to find a place, where the city ends. It doesn’t. It feels like it is eternal. And you feel so small. But then, if you’re lukcy, the Shanghai realization hits you. And you start to get it. The skyline was a mirror. And because it was always there, then so are you. And that’s where it starts to get really interesting.

Now to the music.

5- The flow of the album is very nice and smooth, how long did it take you to complete?

A LONG TIME. I’m very particular with my solo project. It has to be perfect, it has to be interesting and I spend so much time turning every single sound, every single word, everything until it is exactly as I want it. This album is probably all in all, 3 years of my life. But it’s hard to put into a set timeframe because in the beginning I also did a lot of things that I didn’t end up using. But it’s like I needed those mistakes to be able to make the finished piece.

6-It’s rally fascinating how you used the novel 2666 by Roberto Bolaño as an inspiración for this album, what was the moving factor about 2666?

Bolano is a VERY interesting writer! He has a lot of a certain thing that I always look for in all art forms, be it movies or books or music. I guess you could call it mystery. But it’s more than that. It doesn’t feel like it’s fabricated. The mystery is real. And the darkness is real. In 2666, he keeps spiraling around the story in a way where it feels like it is more a circle than a line. I wanted to do the same on an album, so in story telling format, my new album is very much inspired by that.

7-Claudia is a really catchy complicated song. It’s not as straight forward or less complicated like Dim, killing Time or Shanghai Roar. could you give some insight into Claudia?

Claudia is a complicated song because it describes a complicated thing. It was one of the songs that took the longest time to make. Right from the beginning I knew exactly what it needed to do, but I also knew it would take a long time to get it right. It needed to be very street and make you think of a tough girl, but at the same time it needed to have a feeling of extreme fragileness lying under it, like a sharp ice shard that might splinter and melt anytime. And then it needed an extreme sense of anger in the end.

It was immensely satisfying when it finally was finished.

8-In the album, “ I told you, I’d tell them our story” who are you talking to, Is it about your adventure in Shanghai?

I am telling a story about a group of people in Shanghai. Atleast, that’s what it is on the surface. But like 2666, there are many layers. I’ve built a maze for you to get lost in.

Now, some fun questions

9-Are you currently reading any other novel or book?

YES! I am reading The Idiot by Dostojevski and I am SO SO EXCITED about it! I really didn’t expect to be so drawn in by a novel from 1800th century Russia, but I am like an addict, reading it all the time, every single minute I can spare I’m reading it.

10-If you have to move and could only take 3 items with you what would they be?

My computer, my keyboard and my microphone. So I could create things, music, write and so on.

Claudia, I Told you I'd Tell Them Our Story, interview, lydmor, music http://www.livingfash.com/lydmore

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travelinghermit · 7 years

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May 20

Peru has handed me one behemoth sized problem and it has three letters. Pie. I have seen them around walking around the stores, peering into their translucent showcases of glaze and marangue. I tried, I really did try to fight the urge but I love pie. What started out last week obeying my insatiable hunger, reluctantly trying a piece of chocolate cake in Contumaza expecting a hard cardboard like mouthful, turned my relief into bliss. This morning I had a wonderful meal of a fried egg and chicken sandwich with a coffee. I was satisfied walking back to my hotel to pack up my things and get ready to head out on another day on the road then I pass a cafe with the largest lemon marangue pie I have ever seen. The pie itself was normal but the marangue was half a ruler size in height. A true spectacle to behold. I asked the lady how much from outside 8 soles. I didnt care I was already sold, then I walked in and saw a cappuccino machine. Now we had a problem. This is the longest I have gone without wifi. Ironically on the same week I challenged myself to no youtube videos, no social media, no phone use except for writing here on Tumblr, email, and of course my GPS maps. It has helped me succeed my goal now only one day away but it has also not allowed me to write anything on here since Tuesday. I checked into my hotel room in Trujillo Tuesday afternoon, room was great and I was right overhead of a wifi router eveything was going great until the next day when the wifi inexplicably shut down with no explanation from the hotel manager except that it had no solution. Here I am on Saturday still nothing except now im out of the city Trujillo in a small mountain village of Santiago de Chuco where here I fully expected finding nothing close resembling a wifi signal. I have had no problem with this except I dont like going long periods without further documenting this journey. Throughout this week I have read much more than usual nearly finishing my novel on the Peruvian conquest of Francisco Pizarro and his band of a few hundred Spaniards. I would have liked to save a bit of the book for when im in Cusco where it predominantly takes place but its one hell of a page turner. It angers more than it should how insanely lucky the Spaniards were not only in Mexico but maybe more so in Peru. When Pizarro and sixteen of his men first landed in Peru for merely a few days for inspection they had no idea that they unleashed a demon onto Peru in the form of small pox and then returning months later Peru was desamated by a civil war after smallpox took its Sapa Inka (Only King) and his two sons one in Cusco the other in Quito, Ecuador fought a bloody battle for its empty crown. Now enter Spaniards who slipped in , took advantage of this situation, looted Peru of all its gold and silver.. which was a hell of a lot. Raped, enslaved, and killed the Peruvians, and converted them all to Catholicism. Now here we are today. I didnt do much in Trujillo for the first two days. After that adventure the days prior I was needing a rest especially from the bike. First day I just walked through the city which on the outskirts atleast looks like the desert is winning the battle taking back its land. Trujillo ia honestly a dump when you escape its old colonial downtown square. But I enjoyed my quirky room with its green and orange walls with or without wifi. Second day I ate lots and spent even more on it. Third I actually did something. I woke up early and visited the Archeological site of Huaca's del Luna Y Sol or Temples of the Moon and Sun. Two opposing temples facing eachother about a few hundred meters across. Built continuously from 200 A.D to 600 A.D. (I think, i have no wifi for confirmation) These temples were used by the Moche civilization a thousand years before the Inca. A cool side note about travelling North to South in Peru is I get to see all the civilizations that occupied the area pre Inca and than finally witness their splendor as the final conclusion to Peru, whereas most people start in Lima and go straight to Cusco and work backwords. I was the first person in the Museum. Always check out the museum first and then go to the actual sites. Thats a rule of mine. The Moche civilization is fascinating. All over their temples, pottery , and alike adorn the painted head of their god with its feline head and octopus body. This God craved the blood of its people to be satisfied so every year or so warriors of high status would fight one on one with clubs. When one warrior downed his opponent, dropping his head-dress and grasping the long braided hair of his foe he would be declared the victor. With this the loser would be stripped naked and held prisoner for days awaiting his eventual sacrifice to the god. I was confused by this when I asked my guide if this was an honour to be sacrificed because it obviously didnt seem like he was treated like the high class the warrior was. Yet the guide said with a certain tone of obviousness that yes this was a huge honour. So I said ok and went along with it. The sacrifices throat would be cut at the tallest platform of the temple for all the common people to witness, blood pouring into a goblet and then drunk by the High Priest, thus pleasing his God. Gnarly stuff. Every hundred years the Moche would add a new layer to its Moon temple, making seven layers in all for seven hundred years. It was eventually abandoned when El Nino and other natural disasters ravaged the area making the Moche people doubt its God and the high priests. Thats another thing there was no kings only High Priests. Over time sand completely covered both temples making them look like normal hills. It wasnt until 1990 when archeologists discovered what they really were. With the sand protecting and maintaining its walls you can still see the black, red, and yellow paint. This was no doubt the coolest historical site I have ever been to in terms of its age, how well maintained it was, and the impossible location in the desert. Obviously Angkor Wat in Cambodia is impressive but Huacas Luna Y Sol is a thousand years older than that and it was only discovered not even thirty years ago. We had a full tour of the Moon temple but couldnt even enter the Sun temple as archeologists still have a ton of work to do on it. Unfortunately and unbelievably there are no funds to enact further work and research so its just left there. Next I travelled four hundred years ahead to the Chimo civilization while only really travelling thirty kilometers. This site wasnt all that impressive yet I did pay for a guide which was a bit steep in price but the man was able to fill holes in my understanding not only on this palace of the Chimo people but on Peru history in general. Chan Chan was the name of this palace made of mud brick and rock again in the middle of the desert. It was quite bare so it was very tough on the imagination. It was strange to see this palace made four hundred years earlier not be as magestic as the first. The theme of what my guide was telling me was how much the Chimo people valued animals and water especially as engravings of fish, pelicans, and waves adorned the walls as well as diamond holes which represented fish nets. My guide and I discussed the Spaniards as he told me they destroyed much of Chan Chan aswell as Huacas Luna Y Sol looking for gold and silver. "Those Spaniards sure loved Gold" I said "Why didnt the Peruvians value it as much?" He said food and services were their main currency. Gold and Silver was in such abundance that it was worth nothing, except when worked by metal workers. I replied "The Peruvian way of exchanging goods and services actually makes much more sense then this exchange of metals that the Spaniards and our methods use today" My guide laughed in agreement. Today I hit the road again on yet another adventure. Each new day here is its own journey I thought this morning pushing my bike outside from the hotel. The previous day I was looking at my map planning my route. Two options. One was to go straight down the coast where ill have to make a slight hook right back to the interior to reach Huacas, my next destination. Option two was split from the coast immediately for the interior most likely back into the mountains and whatever else the unknown awaited me. Without saying a word all my being wanted to take that coastal road where the roads would be flat, the weather hot, riding in a tshirt, right next to the sea. Sounds great doesnt it? especially after the fiasco in the mountains previously. It was a tough choice. I asked what is the easiest choice? The coast I thought obviously. Then were taking option 2 into the mountains. And thats what I did. The morning begun with a bright sunny sky as usual on the desert coast but that didnt last long. Immediatley I was heading right back to the interior, right back where I came from the mountains. I hit three road blocks along the way waiting for construction to do whatever which altogether took well over an hour and the chain on my bike dropped from the gear twice. Which was funny I thought because thats the first thing I noticed in the morning how droopy my chain was. An annoyance but possibly the best annoyance one can have on a motorcycle. I just had to take it easy until finding a mechanic further down the road. Which what was done. Then I was back ascending the cold mountain tops high in the sky. I was freezing. Starting the day in the desert has a way of making one make bad clothing choices. I also have a fairly big rip in my backpack rain protector. I didnt feel prepared and it was a long way to the next town so at around 3pm I settled with spending the night here in Santiago de Chuco, not even close to where I wanted to be tonight. Tomorrow's going to be a lot of riding.

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