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btsandvmin · 3 years

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why do u think fandom brozone vmin so much? it doesnt happen nearly as often w other ships

I have talked about this a great deal before, and for good reason. It does happen a lot, and it has always been like this. At least I can speak for the years I have been in the fandom as the first post I ever made properly was about this exact topic. (The “bromance” issue) It’s short and a bit outdated, and honestly we also have to admit that while a lot of people still keep insisting on Vmin not being shippable and being “brozoned or friendzoned” there are also a lot more people who both ship Vmin and even see actual real potential in them being more. (You can even tell by the increase in analysis here on tumblr.)

Personally regarding the “issue” of how Vmin are viewed I am no longer as annoyed with it as I used to be. I do think it’s mainly a problem when other shippers come and say it about Vmin, because that is frankly just hypocritical. I have also written Normalizing Vmin or “Vmin” and Shipping vs Believing that explains more about my views on the subject of friendzoning and shipping as a whole. (Personally I feel Vmin get more friendzoned than brozoned, but that’s just a minor detail.)

But your question was about why you think the fandom brozone/friendzone Vmin so much, so let’s get to that.

First of all I obviously think there are several reasons, but this is all based on my speculations after being in this fandom for so long and what I have seen. Every person could have their own very different reasons to why they think the way they do. I think all the reasons play a part, but might not be equally important and might also not apply to every single person, but rather affect the fandom as a whole in one way or another.

So let’s break it down to the things I think play the biggest role in why Vmin are seen as platonic, regardless of if they are or not, just simply compared to a lot of the other ships.

1. They have since the start used the label “friend” or “best friend” to describe each other. In particular the label “chingu” of course, which in actuality is used to described someone of the same age that you are close with.

2. The English translation and constant use of “friend” will when repeated constantly get stuck in people’s minds and affect how they view a dynamic. Just how “hyung” gets translated to brother, but a lot less well known and noted by the fandom. Basically the western fandom will likely get even more platonic feelings towards Vmin because of the word being translated to friends.

3. Compared to the other “chingus” in the group, Namjoon and Hobi, there is much more emphasis on Vmin as the same age and as being close and best friends. Namjoon himself made a comment on this. I also think the use of “friends” or more recently “soulmates” by editors is a reply to this, basically that the editors too use these words because they are used a lot by the members first. Hence it gets doubly reinforced. Every time we hear it or read it we get another reminder of Vmin being friends.

4. Their early dymanics were less soft. A lot of their interactions were teasing like Taehyung’s “Jiminie pabo” and fans saw it as two siblings or friends rather than as the “teasing your crush”. Basically people didn't read their behavior as romantic. When BTS first started Vmin already called each other best friends, and that stuck, even more so in combination with people basically not seeing any "spark" between them. I would call this preference in a lot of cases.

5. There were in the beginning already a lot of competition between ships. Jimin often focused in a lot on JK and basically flirted with him while he at the same time brushed off Tae when he did similar towards Jimin. Meanwhile Tae and JK had a very physical relationship as well and JK often seemed the most open and comfortable with Tae. I think both of Vmin kind of pushing themselves on and teasing JK was a dynamic many shippers like. Meanwhile you aslo had Yoonmin getting popular due to Yoongi seeming a bit soft on Jimin and Jimin being very open and loud with wanting attention from Yoongi.

6. Some people find Vmin's dynamics boring. To a lot of shippers “too” obvious closeness might be a little boring and get labeled as just being friends or bros. This was in particular evident in the early days of Vmin. It also matters for fan content, and we can see a lot of Vmin fiction use a bit more “soft” tropes and might not get as many readers as more conflict driven plot. For me I would also include Vmin’s bias towards each other as another point here, that people might see as too much if they are a couple and have to hide. Basically a lot of people don’t see friendship to romance as the most interesting, or the "obvious and equal dynamic" as interesting. BTS said Vmin were the closest or the “best duo” etc. but since all of them were close people picked based on preference for their ship. Of course this still applies to shippers now, they fall for the type of dynamic they like, but now they also have a easier time getting convinced by material from other shippers. Having analysis is another thing that can make a ship more appealing as well.

7. Speaking of, fan content getting created and spread will reinforce certain images. Reading BTS fanfiction or watching moment videos you will see a lot of Vmin being “the best friends”. Basically once the image is used a lot, it will get more spread and used even more. It will be a constant in many places and when talking to a lot of people. It will also of course pull people in to other ships that makes Vmin impossible. Not to mention the big ships will get bigger and spread more easily.

8. Now this might not be true for a lot of people. But I have come across a lot of fans who seem to think being a friend is something that makes romance less likely. For me I want my partner to be my best friend as well, but a lot of people do see these two things as mutually exclusive. Many see friend and lover as two very different things and that you have one best friend and one partner, not someone that are both. Basically just the view on friendships and labels and how that might lead to some feeling being romantically involved is something separate from a close friendship.

9. Other ships spreading the narrative even further. It’s easier to just call Vmin friends, honestly. It’s often hard to deny their closeness (not that you should have to just because you ship something else, doesn’t change reality). But Vmin being so close and being part of the three biggest ships in BTS of course their label as best friends will be spread and used even more by those shippers. And because of the size of those ships it eventually gets turned into not just those shippers views, but the whole fandom’s.

10. More recently I would also say fear is a reason why people push back and try to remind the fandom that Vmin are “just friends”. Because we have very bad examples of what happens when shipping goes too far, basically it makes many non shippers try to protect Vmin from the same faith. Not a bad thing (again, as long as you don’t ship something else and is a hypocrite), but it surely does further the narrative of Vmin being very platonic. (A bad group is of course included here, which are homophobic fans, but since they feel the same about all ships it’s just a sidenote.)

11. Lastly, and probably most influentual, is the fact that Vmin and BTS friendzone Vmin in many ways, constantly.

I won’t go into all the examples, but I think we all know a few moments even at the top of our heads by now.

I mean.... They called their song about being soulmates and wanting to be together for eternity "Friends". And maybe that's what they are, but they sure like to remind us.

So we have times when BTS or Vmin basically remind us and spells it out even more clearly that Vmin are FRIENDS. They use it very very often, and personally to me sometimes at very weird moments. Even so, the things most fans see will of course be what they say. Vmin are friends and that is it.

And at face value that is true. I just personally don’t see being best friends (and soulmates) as meaning they can’t be more as well. Especially since they wouldn’t even be able to say more than that. I mean, if Vmin are basically described as the closest in BTS, then why does that mean they have less odds of being real? Being friends doesn’t have to equal being only friends.

However, Vmin have in fact said things against being interested/denied the other, I don’t want to lie. I am sure some would see this as 100% truth and use it againt the possibility of Vmin being real. Like when Taehyung basically said he would rather date Hobi.

However, Jimin said he would definitely choose Taehyung to date, but that gets ignored by people who ship Jimin with others, so it’s really just about choosing what fits your narrative. All ships have contradicting moments or statments or answers where they answer two different things at two different times in general.

We also have how Jimin answered back to Taehyung about liking men by saying he isnt “like that” to Taehyung.

There are moments like this, and even though they might be small and forgotten by most I think they could in a sense still have registered in some fans who then basically managed to spreak the “vmin are just bros/friends” into the more common perception.

However we also have opposite moments when they try to appeal to each other, or like when Taehyung asks Jimin to be the girlfriend etc. and personally though I do take these things into account it’s a bit like when you see members say “men can’t do this or that” and it doesn’t necessarily mean they can’t be queer. To me even though there are things against most ships, there are still a lot that speaks for some, and that’s why I remain unsure.

Sometimes you might get more defensive or nervous if there is some truth in there as well. It’s all about interpretation, even though I don’t want to blatantly ignore what they say. But since they have said and done directly contradicting things (like how Jimin said he would choose to date Tae while also saying he doesn’t act like “that” to Tae, or how they have changed a lot of answers in general) I also don’t see it as something definitely against them being more. Not to mention time can change things as well.

In the end though this isn’t about what other things there might be that show Vmin might be more than friends or not, but simply reasons for the fandom’s view of them as platonic. (Personally I think they do a lot of things not normally seen as platonic, which is obviously the reason for me having this blog and writing anlysis on them.)

So, Vmin is friendzoned by the group, and by shippers of bigger ships, and even by themselves at times. Then everything else is reinforcement and inability to view them as anything more than friends.

There are some other things I think might play a part in it as well, but most comes down to personal preferences or what you get exposed to. Like who is the bias of the shipper and what things do they come across to make them a shipper, what kind of dynamics do they like etc. (It's more likely for someone who "falls" for JK to have JK in his ship, for example. Because they will focus on him and notice his interactions and then likely fall for a certain dynamic.)

History is a huge factor in general, and trying to change the perspective of the fandom might not be easy. But with a lot of new fans coming in and seeing with their own eyes how Vmin have behaved the last two years in particular, I think we can see a change.

Vmin are loved by the majority of this fandom, and that’s far better than them having people be anti them because of their ship being too big or too toxic. So in the end I do feel it’s a good things for them and for us that Vmin is being viewed as mostly platonic while they manage to slowly include more “normally not platonic things” into their platonic box. (I mean we are at a point where they can casually mention sleeping together and sing about being soulmates and hold hands in public).

Thank you for the ask and I hope you found this interesting. This is a topic I have a lot of opinions on and think is interesting myself, so I hope you enjoyed this post. No matter what we all know that one truth won’t change; 95z is love!

#vmin #vmin analysis #vmin friendzoned #vmin friends #vmin bromance #btsandvmin ask #btsandvmin answer #btsandvmin

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phobiadeficient · 4 years

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Hey! First of all tell ya that holyfcknshit your writing gives me life! Like, ugh, youre my fckn fave writer!!! Aaaand this is my first request!: Transboy!Scout x Sniper x Demo! Maybe a little hurt/comfort centered on Scout? I just rlly love this three guys together!! Anything with them makes me happy! And your writing with this ship? Ugh ill be in heaven!! You dont have to do it if u dont like or arent comfy with it, tho! Thanks for letting us read your wonderful works!!

can you imagine being scout tf2 in this situation? “yeah im getting a little dysphoria guess i’ll talk to my two hot boyfriends abt it” like can you Imagine

(warnings for discussion of dysphoria and non-graphic PIV sex, i understand that not all trans men are comfortable with that but when i headcanon scout as trans i also tend to headcanon him not being particularly prone to most kinds of body dysphoria and having a generally positive self-image overall. just wanted to be clear on that)

Overall, Scout felt pretty nice. With his two guys, fresh off of dinner and just a little bit buzzed, squished between the two of them all cozy and stuff, and Sniper was playing with his hair and Demo was telling some story about a dumb kid he knew in school and stuff was overall just real nice.

And of course his stupid brain had to come along and ruin it by making him think about sad shit.

They were in Demo’s room since he was the only one of them who was smart enough to get a big mattress. Scout had Sniper’s arm just sort of thrown over across him, he and Demo’s hands intertwined on Scout’s stomach, and he just kinda looked at them for a minute. He thought it was kinda neat just seeing all the little details there, how Demo kept his hands cleaner but his nails were longer, Sniper’s clipped way short but still just a bit dusty. Or maybe that was just his callouses and some weird tanning sort of thing going on, who could say? Demo’s hands always kind of ran warm, and Sniper’s always kind of ran chilly, and Scout would go way warm or cold depending on the day, super susceptible to temperature because he was such a skinny little fuck.

Maybe that’s what he was staring about. Looking at their arms, it was made all the more clear how much scrawnier Scout was. It wasn’t even like Sniper was a particularly buff guy, he could be described as “in-shape” at best, but he was still just... bigger than Scout.

And the other thing, he realized, was that man, Demo and Sniper were both pretty fuzzy dudes. Hair on their arms and legs and all across their chests, Demo with a pretty nice beard and Sniper with almost a beard on accident.

Wham, just like that, like a bat to the temple, self-consciousness, self-doubt. Because that was just one of those little tiny things that Scout would get super insecure about all the goddamn time. Just the little tiny differences. Like the slightly different jaw, the slightly longer eyelashes, the slightly different build. And Scout was lucky, he knew that, because he was tall, and he knew how to work out to build his muscles so he could pass pretty easily in that regard, and his chest wasn’t anything to brag about to start with let alone when he started binding.

But the lack of facial hair, and the hair everywhere else on his body being kind of pale and nothing, and his scrawnier arms, it just...

He exhaled slowly, letting his eyes fall closed. Okay, he needed to slow down and take a breath. Here he was, squished between his two favorite guys on the planet, and who just so happened to be willing to date him and sleep with him on a regular basis, and who were also really hot, and he was getting all up in his own head over nothing. It was dumb. He needed to quit it.

But his brain kept cycling him through it, again and again, and it was Sniper who eventually pulled him out of it.

At some point he’d started playing with the hair on Sniper’s arm, just sort of fiddling, pushing his fingertips across his forearm idly, and Sniper tilted his head to watch him do so. That made Scout suddenly aware that he was doing it, and he faltered for a second, but he continued anyways, even as it made his thoughts a little harder to ignore when doing it consciously.

“One day, love,” Sniper said quietly, and Scout looked up at him, a little wide-eyed with surprise. Sniper smiled a little. “You’ve been doing that for about twenty minutes and staring off into space like you’re waiting for your spouse to come back from the war, love, it was a pretty easy guess to make,” he elaborated.

Scout looked back down and away. Chewed on his lip and his words.

“Is it, like,” Scout started, and had to pause for a second to think of how to word it right. “Is it ever,

y’know, weird? How I’m all... smooth and stuff? And not fuzzy like you guys?”

“Not particularly,” Demo shrugged, the shift minute since Scout could feel it. “Not a big difference.”

“I’ve met plenty of blokes who shave or wax anyways to look nice for other blokes, you’re a good few steps more hairy than them,” Sniper added.

Scout nodded slowly. “...And the... you’ve already said all the other stuff isn’t weird,” he said carefully.

“Aye,” Demo agreed.

Scout was quiet again for a few seconds.

Sniper stopped playing with his hair and removed his hand entirely, and Scout went to complain about it, but was surprised into staying quiet by Sniper rolling to prop himself up over Scout, looking down at him. “Love, are we not telling you enough how handsome you are?” Sniper teased.

Scout flushed. “You tell me plenty,” he mumbled, glancing off.

Sniper took hold of his chin and tilted him back to face him, mouth very very close to his own. “Could tell you more.”

“Could show you more,” Demo agreed, finding a place to wrap his arm over around Scout, kissing at the space under his ear and making him shiver lightly.

“I—guys, it’s fine,” he protested, but it was weak and halfhearted, because Sniper promptly moved to the other side of his neck to nip and kiss, following Demo’s lead. “I-I-I don’t need the... the extra sort of, the...”

He kept trailing off as his breath caught, the two of them being extremely distracting when they wanted to be. He jumped lightly when Demo pinched him lightly on the side, and heard the rumbly little chuckle of amusement that the motion got him.

They finished off getting him properly distracted, Demo parting with one last hard kiss on the lips, and then they were both just grinning down at him, leaving him there probably looking like a complete mess, spots on his neck surely starting to redden.

“Handsome,” Sniper observed simply.

“Gorgeous,” Demo agreed, and gave him another peck for good measure.

Scout’s face was on fire.

“...Well what are you gonna do about it?” he finally prompted impatiently, shifting a little.

Chuckles from both of them, and then they were in motion, starting to strip.

Scout took off his own briefs and the tank he used to bind when they were off work, and mostly just set to distracting Demo as the other tried to get out of his own clothes, much simpler than his uniform but more challenging when Scout was hanging off of him and kissing him absolutely silly.

Sniper pulled Scout off of Demo and back into his lap to free up Demo’s attention for a moment, and Scout’s breath caught as he felt a bare chest against his back and bare thighs under his own. Sniper kneaded at his thigh idly and tucked his head in to nose just under Scout’s ear and speak. “How d’you feel like doing this, love?” he asked softly, sentence punctuated by a little kiss. “Feels like it’s gonna be your night tonight, that sound right, Tavish?”

A sound of agreement from Demo as he struggled free of his shirt. Scout chewed on his lip and thought a little, shifting his weight back against Sniper and enjoying the way Sniper steadied him with arms wrapped around his waist, the hardness beneath him, situated in such a way that he had to really roll his hips down hard to apply any kind of real pressure and make Sniper exhale softly against his neck.

“I dunno, you could fuck me, maybe,” Scout suggested idly, rolling down against him again for emphasis.

Sniper considered that. “We got any rubbers, Tavish?” he asked, and Demo paused where he was pulling free of the last of his clothing, thinking.

“...Should,” he confirmed, moving to the bedside table to check, and coming up with a few foil squares a second later triumphantly.

“Alright then,” Sniper nodded, kissed at Scout’s neck some more. “Who d’you want for what then, love?”

“You fuck me, just like this, I suck Demo off,” Scout decided, eyeing up the bomb-maker in question as he joined them on the bed again, now naked and smiling a bit as he passed over the condoms to Sniper.

“Sounds good to me,” Demo agreed, and pulled Scout in with a hand on the back of his neck to kiss him, other hand drifting over his thigh and guiding him up into a kneeling position to give Sniper room.

Then there was a pair of fingers drifting along the inside of Scout’s thigh, moving between his legs to tease him for a few long moments before Sniper was slicking them up and slipping them inside with relative ease. Scout moaned softly against Demo’s mouth, earning a chuckle.

“Lovely thing,” Demo teased, both hands stroking over his thighs as they started to tremble under the force of Sniper’s fingers moving into and against him in throbbing waves, a skill afforded by experience he’d only gained since he’d gotten with Scout, but fuck, he’d really learned a lot in a short period of time, knew exactly what Scout liked, knew his tells, knew when he could add another finger, knew when he could pull his fingers out altogether and guide Scout back down into his lap carefully, carefully, and Scout was grateful that Demo had the foresight to get lubed condoms because the slide was so nice as he sank down.

Demo pulled back to let Scout moan and curse and make all sorts of noise, visibly admiring the show as Scout rolled and shifted his hips to try and find a good angle, Sniper muffling soft noises into his shoulder. A long few moments were spent with Scout trying desperately to get used to the feeling, only to be thrown off his rhythm as he found a good angle, then again as Sniper rolled his hips gently and the pressure shifted, then again as Demo pulled him back into a kiss.

“Gorgeous,” Sniper murmured against the top of his vertebrae, kissing there lightly, breathless. “Gorgeous thing.”

“You’re—“ Scout started to say, but it was cut off by a shaky sigh as Demo nipped at his bottom lip playfully, Sniper mirroring the motion against his backbone.

In no time at all, he was shifting his legs slightly to get comfortable and starting to move, a gentle up-and-down, barely exerting himself with how extremely fit he was, himself doing most of the work with Sniper rolling along when he could.

And Scout was lost in sensation for a little while, and Demo had been making himself busy lying a series of hickies all up one side of his neck, so he was a little surprised and largely pleased when he blinked his eyes open and saw that Demo had a hand around himself as he took in the view the two of them made. And once he realized that, Scout didn’t waste time nudging his hand aside to try and take over, and then he was being treated to the always-lovely experience of being caught between the two of them, all giving and taking pleasure as well as they could with their brains getting increasingly scrambled.

And Scout could vaguely remember having said something about sucking off Demo, but every time he tried to pull his hand away so they could readjust, Demo mumbled some vague complaint and urged him back into place again. And somewhere along the way Demo slid a hand down his stomach to toy with him in much the same way he was being toyed with, and then all motion was kicking up a notch—

Sniper was done first, surprisingly, swearing through gritted teeth, pulling out midway through as he shuddered through aftershocks that seemed to drag on and on. Scout gasped, and found himself desperate and just a little bit demanding. But man, he really did get lucky enough to find two guys who were real hot and pretty smart, because when Sniper had finally settled down a little Demo had already rolled on a condom and was urging Scout into his lap instead, and he exhaled with relief as he sank down again, mouth locking together with Demo’s as soon as he could get the breath for it, Demo working a hand back down between them to then work at Scout as best he could as the other lifted and rolled Scout with very little effort involved.

And at that point they were both worked along to the point where it barely took any time at all before Scout was trying to muffle himself into Demo’s neck—yes he got loud in bed, no he couldn’t help it, even if he tended to be the one the team then took potshots at over breakfast for being a noise complaint. And Demo was there too, swearing in a choked voice and breathing hard.

Actually, they both were breathing pretty hard. And Scout felt ever-so-slightly steamrolled and extremely pleased with himself and the state of the world around them. And he found himself playing with the abundance of hair across Demo’s chest as he came back down, melting into a nice little puddle in his lap and humming, gone soft and relaxed.

“Handsome,” Demo quipped, kissing at the side of his head, and Scout couldn’t help but smile at the feeling of a beard rasping against his hair.

“Feeling better?” Sniper prompted, and Scout could only hum for a moment, still a little overwhelmed. That got a chuckle out of the both of them.

“Must’ve done something right, aye?” Demo asked, and Scout heard the two of them sharing a brief kiss over his shoulder, and that got him to grin all the more.

“You guys are the best,” Scout decided, mumbly but pleased.

A hum of agreement. “...Y’know that, er, thing you tend to do? Where I’ll be acting like an absolute bugger and mouthing off and you make me go eat lunch and then suddenly everything’s all better because I wasn’t in a bad mood, I was just hungry?” Sniper asked.

Scout hummed in agreement.

“Think this might be that for you,” Sniper concluded, smoothing hands down Scout’s sides, and Scout leaned into it. “A little attention and all’s right with the world, seems like.”

Demo cupped his chin and tilted his face up to kiss at his cheek, and Scout was sure he was grinning like a total dope, but he couldn’t help it. “More attention might be just what the doctor ordered,” he agreed. “That sound right to you, lad?”

Scout hummed in agreement, melting back forward into Demo’s chest again.

“Alright, lovely as you are you ought to get up so we can mop up, doll,” Demo urged, and helped shift Scout up and out of his lap gently. “Made a damn mess of you, would like to avoid ruining the sheets.”

“Shower?” Sniper asked, pulling Scout to his feet.

“Shower,” Scout agreed.

And maybe it was just that Scout had been a little pent-up and it was doing things to his head. Or maybe it was that the two of them were excellent at comforting him in any way he could when those doubts started to spring up. Either way, he found it really hard to be worried about something as simple as him being less hairy than your bog-standard guy off the street when he had Sniper playing and helping to wash his hair and Demo humming more gentle compliments into his ear and bickering quietly with Sniper over nothing important.

#//demosniperscout #//trans characters #//tenderness

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actuallylorelaigilmore · 5 years

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rewatching one day at a time s3

or how i looked beyond the surface and found hope

so i watched the new season all at once, right after it arrived on netflix, and i was really confused by the way the show’s text seemed to be trying to take penelope and schneider from bffs with a hint of future romantic potential to bffs who are practically siblings...while simultaneously creating the most blatant subtext and romantic parallels. it made me feel crazy, like i couldn’t tell how much was my alvareider-shipping heart projecting, or how much was sheer coincidence when it shouldn’t be possible for one season to have so. many. coincidences.

for the record, a lot of this endless essay has already been mentioned by other awesome people. i just needed to piece it all together and dive into the details myself, now that i’m watching it for the second time and rethinking everything.

or specifically, three things: the sibling emphasis, the parallels, and the body language.

that ‘schneider’s part of the family now and so he and penelope are related’ emphasis that freaked me out? it comes from three moments, and all of those originate from schneider. he refers to penelope as his ‘much older sister’ when he’s having an emotional moment with leslie and joking his way through it, he refers to lydia as their shared mom when he defends her to penelope after lydia teaches him to cook, and he calls penelope ‘sis’ when he’s sending her soothing text messages.

in the first instance, penelope’s not there to have an opinion, and there’s no real reason for schneider to have even brought her up in the conversation about him and leslie. either he has her in his head even when she’s not around, he’s feeling especially defensive about her place in his life, or both. you could easily make the case that he’s protesting too much, that he’s slotted her into the sibling space in his head and is fighting the fact that she’s not staying where he put her, as though mentioning it randomly to other people will make it true.

and in the second instance, penelope is there, and she doesn’t agree with him. in fact she’s annoyed at lydia treating him like a son. s3 involves a lot of tension when it comes to penelope and schneider’s place in her family, for that matter--more than in s2. in the s2 opening, elena reminds schneider that he’s not part of their family, and he protests her ‘joke’ as though it’s a given that he is. in 3x03, schneider refers to himself as a DILF, and it’s penelope who argues that he’s not a dad. he doesn’t protest at all, even though he’s the one who clearly thinks of himself that way or he wouldn’t have said it. instead, in response to her additional jab that he’s also not sexworthy, he replies immediately that he understands and will help her get the guy she does like.

a few episodes later, schneider tells alex that penelope is increasingly relying on him as a ‘co-parent,’ making it clear that he either believes that is his role, despite what penelope says...or that he just really wishes it were true instead of her keeping him at a distance. after all, he fills in with her kids in a parental role a lot, and nobody ever has any sort of protest about what it means except her (and their absentee father).

in the third instance he’s talking privately to penelope, and in the aftermath of a panic attack she’s got other things to care about so she doesn’t react to that at all. but her lack of reaction makes it seem like he may have called her ‘sis’ before, probably a lot in their frequent messaging, and the fact that he’s doing it via text makes it seem way more likely that he’s using it as slang, not acting his age. which is to say that there’s a really high probability that he means it in a close friend way rather than literally.

because this season is nothing but ups and downs, from friends who are family to a growing distance again, after that is when the worst moment between them in canon so far hits. during the condo argument, penelope doesn’t just insult him personally, like she did in s2 when she was off her meds. before kicking him out, the first time she ever has out of anger, penelope tells him that no matter how hard he tries to be part of her family, he still isn’t. that he can’t be, not really. unlike in s2, when he holds his feelings back and retreats voluntarily, during this fight schneider tries to argue. he pushes back, visibly upset, but leaves when she insists. once again, penelope’s the only alvarez who feels the need to set him apart from being a full member of her family in s3. alex and lydia openly adopt him, and even elena tells him she loves him, that they all do, after he relapses.

the interesting contrast between penelope and schneider is that never, not even when they’re clearly closer in s3, does penelope say anything remotely similar to ‘schneider’s like my brother!’ on the contrary, penelope’s the only one of the two of them who’s admitted that there’s attraction between them.

schneider offered to have sex with her early on, because for him casual sex fell within the boundaries of what’s allowed between friends. and while he compliments her often, it’s always in a very matter of fact, not suggestive way. he sees her as gorgeous and sexy and talented and nurturing and assumes she knows those things are true, too, so he can mention them to her without penelope thinking he’s hitting on her. he also maintains the boundaries between them faithfully, physically affectionate with her but always following her lead, taking it slow with hugs or letting her reach out first.

it’s schneider who emphasizes the way that penelope is family to him, because her whole family is family to him...and he worked hard to make that true. it’s the most important thing in his life. never is that clearer than in s3, when he tells lydia that being accepted by them makes him even prouder than his sobriety. and conversely, when he thinks he’s losing them, because penelope kicks him out and swears he can never really belong, that’s when it seems he has his first drink in eight years. being a part of penelope’s family is so important to him that risking it is a bigger stressor than even his father; it’s no wonder he has to see penelope as family first and as far from romantically or sexually available as possible. by s3 he’s too invested to be open to anything else.

the parallels in s3 start early. both penelope and schneider embark on tentative new relationships in 3x03 with people who are a lot like them. while penelope’s hesitant to date mateo until he shows his strength, schneider falls before even finding out how similar to him avery truly is. imo the similarities are the point, and they both need to learn things from their s3 relationships that they never have before.

penelope’s two previous big relationships ended over irreconcilable differences: victor wasn’t safe and max had different dreams. in mateo, she finds someone she’s got a lot in common with, all the same values, and no major breaking points. but even though that’s so different from her last two almost-happy endings, it’s not enough. she tries to talk herself into being attracted to and caring about him, but their friendship is really all that’s there.

schneider has actually never had a big relationship before: he had a toxic, sporadic affair with nikki that he kept falling into, but nothing serious and involving real effort. avery came along, uncomplicated and from his world and they clicked, and it was new for him. the fact that he couldn’t bounce back when it ended makes sense--she was his first loving, reciprocated relationship. the fact that he wanted nothing but to make it work when they got a second chance also makes sense, and is a good thing...it was absolutely his time to learn how to make a relationship work and to realize he’s worth loving. but because they don’t have that trusting foundation and possibly because avery’s background was as pampered as his, they broke really easily under the strain of his relapse, and i’m not sure that bodes well for them the next time things get rough.

the truth is, schneider’s right when he tells penelope that she’s the only one who ever completely trusted him while knowing exactly who he is. that’s why she’s the one who stays when he starts drinking again, and insists on being there through his recovery. penelope promises him she’s not going anywhere, because their history and foundation can survive more. when you remember her history with victor, and the way she pushed him away when it became clear that he wasn’t sober, it’s even more powerful that she’s firm with schneider but never considers trying to banish him from her life or her family. she trusts that he will try again, unlike her own husband. she pulls him closer, literally, instead.

and of course, it’s not just their new significant others that bring sharp parallels in s3: it’s other people’s partners too! and their own relatives! and their friends!

bringing victor back doesn’t just give elena the closure she needs and deserves; it also offers up two of the most important moments that seem to be pointing giant neon arrows at foreshadowing for alvareider. first, nicole tells a jealous penelope about how she knows victor is the one for her...and it makes penelope realize that she doesn’t wish victor were with her--she just wishes that mateo were that guy in her own life. but he isn’t, and she goes to dump him, and it’s hard to ignore the fact that every attribute in nicole’s speech exists in the way has schneider treated penelope for the last three years.

additionally, alex toasts victor at his wedding with a speech that could easily apply to schneider after he relapses, talking about how he found love as a result of getting his life back together. in a season that so heavily focuses on schneider’s journey, it’s impossible not to want the same for him.

when schneider faces his father for the last time and finally stands up to him, performing the same kind of toughness that penelope needed to see in mateo before she could consider him more than a friend...her reaction is even more intense than it was with mateo. she’s amazed and happy for him and really excited. she’s so stunned she doesn’t even notice that he’s not quite himself.

after penelope realizes he is in fact drinking again, her first attempt to get through to him doesn’t work and he escapes his own apartment. but it’s telling that when he starts to get defensive and upset, she explains by saying she ‘went through this with victor.’ no qualifiers, no acknowledgement that it was different dealing with victor because that was her husband and schneider’s just a guy she’s friends with. instead, a simple comparison between watching the father of her children, the man she loved, struggle and get worse and then seeing it happen to schneider.

and in the most obvious, pointed parallel of them all, when penelope is still dating mateo and discussing her anxiety in her support group, pam points out that she doesn’t seem to lean on mateo when she needs help with it. her immediate response to that is that when she does lean on anyone, it’s schneider.

there’s a lot more physical contact between penelope and schneider this season. just, so much more. and even more importantly, the nature of it is different.

their first hug happens early on, when penelope is worried about alex and schneider reassures her. he hugs her from the side, and it’s pretty identical to the times when he did in s2: just his arm around her, close but not too close, friendly and sweet.

their second hug is in response to one of her anxiety attacks, after he helps calm her down. he hugs her like always, but then penelope turns her face further into his chest and reaches out for him. she reaches her hand out to his free arm, hesitates, then makes contact and holds on, while he wraps that hand around her in return, holding her tighter. it’s the first time we’ve seen her cross that tiny but distinctive line, compared to their s2 hug when she admits he’s her best friend...in that scene she reaches across him similarly, as though she wants to grip onto his shirt while he’s hugging her, but she stops herself and pulls back.

after the worst fight they’ve ever had in their relationship so far? penelope reassures him that they’ll be okay, and then reaches for his hand while she tells him she likes him just as he is. schneider goes from letting her hand curl around his to gripping back in the next shot, just...holding hands with her while she’s nicer to him than she’s ever been in three years. and then he doesn’t just hug her. they hug each other, turning inwards for a full hug rather than the arm-around-her-shoulder that was schneider’s default the year before. they’re holding on to each other when schneider’s father comes out, and schneider keeps his hand on her shoulder for a moment even after they let go.

once his father leaves, she thanks him emotionally for the choice he made, and dives into another hug. standing up, it’s them hugging each other again, chest to chest the way they never were in s2 even during lydia’s coma.

and once schneider’s drinking has come out and penelope has confronted him without anyone else around, where she can be painfully honest and so can he...she rubs his back and then keeps her hand there; she strokes the nape of his neck and then holds on; she shifts when he leans into her for a hug so that he can rest against her fully, and she keeps him there. it’s the first time we see penelope offering schneider support and comfort that way (and it’s exactly what i’ve wanted since s2 when he continued to do so for her all the time).

off the top of my currently sleep-deprived brain, i remember two hugs between them in s1, if you include the whole family on the dance floor--which i do because of the way schneider rests his cheek against penelope’s head. and there are three between them in s2, two that happen in the same “hello penelope” scene.

so even before you add in the handholding and back and neck rubbing things that never happened before, s3 has more physical affection between penelope and schneider than the previous two combined.

either they’ve become super hands-on platonic friends since the previous year without feeling the need to address it, the actors are so comfortable with each other that they brought that into their roles more than was intended and the showrunners for some reason just went with it...or all those small monumental acting choices are meant to add up and continue deepening their relationship in ways that could lead somewhere else someday.

in that light, it’s really not any crazier to think the show’s heading toward romance than it is to insist that actually the past two seasons were never meant to pack such a punch and they’re just like siblings now. since the mixed signals don’t make much sense in s3 for a show that’s usually so carefully crafted, i choose to believe they know what they’re doing...and if that’s true, then all the parallels and intense intimacy and more complex interactions around schneider being family are there on purpose.

tl;dr penelope and schneider are soulmates and if odaat is determined to make sure that’s not true the show itself can fight me because i’m right

#alvareider #penelope x schneider #schneider x penelope #odaat #one day at a time #spoilers #s3 #meta #mine #long post

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fairestmusesismoving · 5 years

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What made you decide to role play as Doc? And what has helped you with his characterization?

Doc was a character that fascinated me as a child. His bickering with Grumpy (the hen pecking) during Disney’s 1937 film delighted me. As I got older and my love for my favorite Disney film grew, I would end up amassing books about the work that went into the film, as well as commentary from animators who put the film together.It’s always been a lot of hard research. I spent money to get supplemental books (about the length of a comic book) that were released the year after the movie came out. It’s part of my collection and also fascinating to see what Doc is like and how he interacts with those he’s come to lived with. Walt Disney doesn’t quite call them brothers, but the connection does seem close enough that a loose family unit is fine. Tomato, tomato! Brothers! Disney did refer to the dwarfs as Snow White’s “adoptive family” and mentioned each was much like a father or a brother to her. This made me examine Doc’s personality, his values, and how he performs in various other mediums. I’ve even went as far to track down translated Disney comics that heavily feature The Seven Dwarfs and their life after Snow White lives in the castle. There are also more recent picture books and I do own a few of these. Doc tends to fall into that “father” line very quickly.This is primarily where Doc draws his personality and quirks from. Nervousness has turned into a caffeine addiction. The fatherly need to check on people is still present. He still has a short temper for select moments. “Pompous bastard” is something I throw around as much as Walt Disney did when it came to this character, but “washed up silver fox playboy” is more in the direction I’ve left him.Once Upon a Time doesn’t give us that in depth treatment so a lot of people prefer to use head canons. I do use some, but I look at the symbolism fairytales often use in them to craft Doc’s story. Eggs represent new life and renewal, thus the eggs aren’t a true hatching, they are a healing and renewal. Bossy’s constant affirmations to the dwarfs even when they immediately disprove his words are his attempts to gaslight the group. The only one he is fully successful at gaslighting is Stealthy. He is semi successful with Dreamy. The others are in a somewhat dazed state and are not sure what to make of themselves. It’s only after Dreamy becomes Grumpy that the gaslighting (let’s call it brainwashingLITE) loses hold of them and they begin to question everything around them. This isn’t a safe place. This isn’t a nurturing place. Bossy doesn’t care about them and he certainly won’t ever protect them. That sympathy was faked. I mean just to really drive it home, I have to remember Bossy exists. I loved Dreamy as an episode and Nova and Dreamy is my all time favorite ship. However I find a lot of people ignore Bossy and other script-named dwarfs who appear in this episode in order to push a hate agenda towards the Blue Fairy or insist Regina is “better” in some form while ignoring there’s clearly some bigger story going on. I’m curious and interested because the story can’t end there. There has been evidence I’ve found with talking to the actors through social media and con appearances that there were many scrapped storylines. The dwarfs had one that was abandoned. Whatever bits and pieces I can make out through props and emphasis on certain things, I will.Much of the Dreamy episode draws on a great deal of folklore that uses fairy and dwarf connections. It’s pretty interesting to read and while I don’t observe all of it, there’s a flavor of it in all of the characters I play. I had to observe a lot of episodes to just understand which dwarfs do what. I know which dwarf does a war cry (Happy), who is most rogue associated in Stealthy’s departure (Bashful and this may be the point of contention in S5), and which two that Grumpy directly mentions do potions/poisons/and other associated work (Doc and Sneezy which translates to Sneezy being a pharmacist in Storybrooke). I may not be able to quote time stamps but I’ve rewatched these episodes multiple times just to be sure I have a firm grasp on Doc, with what little lines he does have, what little action he does perform, so I can at least select some careers that would make sense for him.He’s your lovable, nervous, and a little bit of a gay dad. People aren’t supposed to pick up on that queer coding (done by very careful animators) unless they’re wise to it. I never really noticed as a kid, but it was endearing to me. Doc was one of the first characters I really hooked onto and I’m happy I did. So I’m quite a few dollars poorer and entire birthdays were spent with only Doc themed items as my gifts. It was worth it and I found out so much information. Worth it. But very happy you asked because he’s a character I’ve written for on many different mediums. Doc may keep evolving but my love for him does not.

#thecursedspinner #cheerful leader #doc headcanons #mun on fire

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shewhohangsoutincemeteries · 6 years

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Rocket Raccoon x Reader

Summary: requested by @weensandbewbs. just before the events of infinity war, you and rocket have a fight, and while he goes to nidaviller, you go with the others to confront thanos. the fight remains unresolved, so what happens after the snap?

Characters/Pairings: rocket x reader, gamora, drax the destroyer, peter quill, mantis, groot, thor odinson, tony stark, thanos, nebula, natasha romanoff (mentioned), bruce banner (mentioned), steve rogers (mentioned).

Warnings: angst, character death, adult language, characters in need of a hug

Word Count: 2,615

MARVEL MASTERLIST

“God damn it, Rocket, I live here too!” you shouted, shoving his hardware to the side. He’d been consumed over the last three days with the idea of some new bomb or weapon or something he hadn’t bothered to explain, and as a result, had taken over your tiny, shared storage-room-turned-bunk with his new project. He’d been basically ignoring you the entire time, and now you’d come back to your room to find your own belongings tossed unceremoniously aside to make way for his work.

The tools and scrap metal clanged in complaint as you pushed them to one end of the tiny workbench, and you righted Groot’s old pot on the shelf. He was way too big for it now, but you kept it out of sentimentality.

“Would you watch what you’re doin’ with that?!” Rocket growled, scampering forward to rescue whatever he’d been making from the pile. “You wanna blow a hole in the ship?”

You bent down to rescue your things from the floor, your jaw tightening in anger as you realized the cover of one of your books had torn. “I might now. Damn it, Rocket, this isn’t something I can just replace on Xandar or whatever. I brought this with me from Terra! I’ve had it since I was a kid!”

“So? It’s just a book, it’s not like it’s important.” Rocket scoffed, waving a paw. He jumped up onto the seat in front of the bench, placing his creation carefully back on it. “You’ve read it before, anyway.”

“Seriously?” you asked incredulously, tears of frustration beginning to burn in your eyes. “You can’t just apologize?”

“Your shit’s always in the way. You’re always junkin’ up my area,” Rocket retorted harshly. “I can’t work with you in my space!”

“It’s our space, Rocket!” you shot back. “That’s the whole point. You didn’t want to share a bunk with the others, remember? That was the deal; you, me and Groot in here, not just you and all your crap!” You tossed one of his tools on the floor for emphasis, and he growled as it bounced on the metal flooring.

“Doesn’t mean I have to like it!”

“You asked me. Not the other way around.” you reminded him, teeth digging into your cheek. When Mantis had joined the crew, there’d been a lot of debate about what the sleeping arrangements were going to be. Rocket had eventually approached you and offered to let you share his bunk so Mantis could have your old bed, and surprised, you’d agreed. It had been four years since then, and despite your close relationship, Rocket still acted sometimes like you were some kind of inconvenience, especially now Groot was bigger and spent most of his time in the other bunk where there was more room.

“Yeah, well maybe I shouldn’t’ve!” Rocket said harshly as he turned around, but you saw his expression soften slightly into something more regretful as he saw the tears in your eyes break. You dropped the books and tchotchkes on your bed, still clutching the one with the torn cover. “Y/N, I didn’t--”

“Screw you, Rocket.” you muttered, turning on your heel and leaving, slamming the door behind you.

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“Where we have to go, is Nidavellir.”

“That’s a made up word,” Drax said.

“All words are made up.” Thor pointed out, still going through the supplies. He reached where you were leaning against the wall, and glanced at your face. “Excuse me.”

You straightened and moved out of his way, shrugging at Quill when he gave you a disbelieving look. You weren’t about to argue with a frickin’ Norse God over a few snacks. You moved to stand by Mantis instead, kicking the makeshift bedding you’d slept on the last few nights out of the way as you went. It had been three days since your argument with Rocket, and since then, you’d taken to sleeping out here rather than share a room with him. You hadn’t spoken a word to him other than some sarcastic snipes, and he hadn’t apologized either.

Every now and then you’d noticed him stop and look at you, his mouth open as if he was about to say something, but he’d always reconsider, shrug and go back to what he was doing. The others had definitely noticed -- your sleeping arrangements and jibes weren’t exactly subtle -- but they’d barely mentioned or questioned it. Quill had asked once if you were okay, and Mantis had offered to help you sleep when she’d seen your pile of blankets… and Drax had made a few blunt comments on the tension between the two of you, but otherwise, they were leaving it alone.

“Nidavellir is real?” Rocket asked. He clambered up onto the table, ears perked up in interest. “Seriously? I mean, that place is a legend. They make the most powerful, horrific weapons ever to torment the Universe. I would very much like to go there, please.”

You scoffed, arms folded over your chest. “Of course, you would.”

Rocket shot a glance at you quickly, and opened his mouth as if he was going to speak, but Thor cut him off, speaking to the group. “The rabbit is correct, and clearly the smartest among you.”

“Rabbit?”

“Only Eitri the dwarf king can make me the weapon I need.” Thor continued, turning to Rocket. “I assume you’re the captain, sir?”

“You’re very perceptive.”

“Oh, for f--” you started, cutting yourself off as Groot glanced your way. To say Groot’s behaviour was learned was an understatement, and you were trying to set a good example.

“You seem like a noble leader. Will you join me on my quest to Nidavellir?”

“Lemme just ask the captain. Wait a second, it’s me!” Rocket laughed. “Yeah, I’ll go.”

“Wonderful!”

“Except that I’m the captain,” Quill objected, and you saw Gamora roll her eyes. You smirked, but your smile disappeared again when Rocket told him to be quiet. Quill turned to Thor, irritated. “Look, this is my ship. And I’m not going to… Wait, what kind of weapon are we talking about here?”

“The Thanos-killing kind.”

“Don’t you think we should all have a weapon like that?”

“No. You simply lack the strength to wield them.” Thor replied simply. “Your bodies will crumble as your minds collapse into the madness.”

“So, your average hangover, then?” you joked sarcastically, unable to help yourself. Gamora raised a brow at you and you shrugged, giving her a smile. Despite herself, she gave you a tiny one in response.

“Is it weird that I wanna do it even more now?” Rocket asked.

Thor nodded. “A little bit. Yeah.”

“If we don’t go to Knowhere and Thanos retrieves another stone, he’ll be too powerful to stop.” Gamora pointed out gravely.

“I got it figured out.” Rocket announced proudly. “We got two ships, and a large assortment of morons. So, me and Groot and Y/N will go with the pirate-angel here, and the morons will go to Knowhere to try and stop Thanos. Cool? Cool.”

“Not cool.” you said plainly, and Rocket turned to you, his bravado wilting.

“You don’t wanna--”

“I’d only get in the way, right?” you said pointedly, and you felt Quill and the others shrink back slightly out of awkwardness. “You can’t work with me always in your space.”

“Y/N, I--” Rocket started, hopping down from the table.

You ignored him, turning your back to speak to Groot. “You look out for yourself, okay, sprout? I want you coming home safe.”

“I am Groot,” the plant grumbled quietly, nodding. He, like the others, wasn’t sure what was going on between you and Rocket, but you knew it was confusing him. You gave him an apologetic smile, pulling a spare battery pack for his gaming device out of your pocket.

“For the ride?”

“I am Groot,” he smiled at you, his vines squeezing your hand for a moment as he took it from you.

Rocket cleared his throat awkwardly, but you didn’t turn around. “Come on, Groot,” he said, heading for the pod. Groot followed after him, eyes already back on the device’s screen. “Put that game down. You’ll rot your brain.”

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You groaned painfully, wiping at the blood on your cheek with the back of your arm. Hissing slightly as your sleeve irritated the cut, you eased your right leg out slowly, gritting your teeth against the pain that shot up your leg. Cursing under your breath, you tried to roll up the cuff to inspect your ankle, unbuckling your boot and tossing it aside. Your ankle was swollen and bruised and you swore again as you realized it was probably broken.

“Y/N.” You looked up as Drax spoke, trying for a smile as he held out a hand to you. It came out as more of a painful grimace, but you took hold of his wrist and let him haul you off the ground and back on your feet. You’d come into the fight carrying the blasters that Rocket had modified for you, as well as a few grenades you’d pilfered from his stash under your bed. You’d even tucked a small, back-up gun into your boot -- it had been a surprising gift from Rocket a few months ago, bought during your last stop on Contraxia. It fell from your hand now, skittering on the rubble as you grabbed hold of Drax’s shoulder, your ankle collapsing as you tried to put weight on it. “You’re hurt.”

“I’ll be okay,” you said through a clenched jaw. Still, Drax slung your arm over his shoulder and let you lean your weight into his side. “Thanks.”

“Something… is… happening.” You turned to Mantis, confused, and your eyes widened as she suddenly collapsed into dust.

Drax glanced downwards and the hand he still had on your wrist dissolved, taking his arm with it. “Quill…?”

“Drax!” you stumbled as he disappeared into ash, surprised when someone caught you roughly by the arm. Nebula had moved forward to stop your fall, and her grip tightened on your arm as you tried to straighten up again.

“Steady, Quill.”

You’re head snapped around as you heard Stark’s voice. Quill’s back was to you, and you made a move to reach out to him before you saw his body begin to crumble as well. “Aw, man…”

Your eyes darted to your leg as the pain in your ankle eased… your foot was disintegrating, your leg swiftly falling away with it. You grasped at Nebula’s arm, her shoulder, turning your eyes on her. She didn’t pull away like you half-expected; her other hand came up to try and steady you as you fell against her. “Nebula… I--”

And you were gone.

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The remaining members of the forces against Thanos -- bar those of Wakanda -- had taken up residence in the Avengers facility in New York, intent on finding some way of recovering before renewing the fight. Rocket had been given a room, but he spent most of his time in Stark’s labs, building and then tearing apart weapons again and again, muttering to himself that it wasn’t enough.

He slept in there too, for two or three hours at a time, always fitfully, and while the Captain or Thor or Banner occasionally checked in, the latter doing work of his own occasionally, it was Natasha that stopped by the most, silently leaving food for the raccoon on one of the workbenches. He was yet to thank her, too caught up in his own grief and anger to recognize kindness, but he no longer snarled at her, hackles raised, if she startled him or woke him from his nightmares.

It had been almost a year since the Battle of Wakanda, since Thanos had disappeared and taken the life of Groot and so many others with a snap of his fingers. He had no idea whether or not the other Guardians -- whether you -- had survived, and he’d been found drunk and destructive more than once by the others in the compound. Again, it was usually Natasha who could calm him down again, something Banner had once commented was akin to her influence on the Hulk, and he’d end up sobbing incoherently about everything he’d lost.

Still, he gave them all the information they could and worked on their gear in the hopes of giving them more firepower, and when FRIDAY announced one morning at almost six a.m. that there was an unidentified ship headed towards the compound, he’d been the first out onto the lawns, hope bursting in his chest.

His eyes had welled with tears as he’d been greeted with the sight of the Milano landing, his vision blurring. His home. He finally had his home. He took a few steps forward.

But when Nebula had come out with a man he didn’t know, her expression wary at the sight of all these unknown people standing behind him, his eagerness had faltered. Rocket stopped, his ears back, uncertain. Banner passed him, wrapping the man up in a bone-crushing hug. The man clung to Banner, his hands fisting in the back of his jacket.

Nebula had spotted Rocket immediately, and he watched as she swallowed, her gaze falling to the ground.

“Nebula…”

She met his eye, her usual stoic expression betrayed by the regret and the sorrow in her eyes. She shook her head.

Rocket felt his body heave, a silent, unfounded sob wracking through him without ever leaving his throat. It was like his entire being was rejecting the information, and he fell to his knees on the grass, ignorant of the Avengers eyes. Nebula stopped in front of him, but didn’t kneel. She stood straight, as if perfect posture could keep her unfeeling and unaffected.

“All of them?”

“They fought well.” Nebula said, her tone almost measured. She was staring straight ahead, eyes unfocused. “Thanos…” she swallowed. “They lost.”

“Y/N?” Rocket’s voice was thick with unshed tears, and he looked up at her plaintively. There was a long pause, heavy between the two of them, before Nebula brought herself into a crouch in front of him. She held out her hand -- in it she held the book with the torn cover. You’d patched it up with tape and it sat a little crooked, the corners well worn from over-reading. Nebula had found it on your seat in the cockpit, and she’d left it there almost reverently the entire journey to Terra.

“She was brave.” she said quietly, withdrawing her hand as Rocket took it with shaking paws. He clutched the book to his chest, the paperback bending against his fur with the pressure. “You should be proud.”

The tears broke then, and Rocket let out a wracking sob. Nebula almost stood, uncertain and uncomfortable with the raw emotion, but instead, she spoke again, her normally dismissive tone gentle, if a little awkward. “Before she… before Y/N fell… she said something.”

Rocket looked up, tears streaking his fur. He’d lost Groot, he’d lost you… he’d lost every single member of his weird, little family.

“She… she said she loved you.” Nebula lied gruffly, standing. “I… I thought you should know.”

She moved away quietly, leaving Rocket to mourn in private. He didn’t move from that spot until almost midday, when Thor came back outside to try and speak to him. Rocket ignored him, his tears long dry and his eyes unfocused, and got to his feet. But instead of coming inside like his friend suggested, he boarded the Milano. He didn’t look up as he made his way to your shared bunk -- he couldn’t face the idea of seeing the Milano empty. He climbed up onto your bed, burying himself under your sheets and closed his eyes, book still clutched to his chest.

tags: @lovely-dreamer19 @spacesuitsforemergency @wittyforachange @wefracturedmotivation @january-echoes @glossyloner @moon-tastic @dragon-chica

#rocket raccoon #rocket raccoon x reader #rocket raccoon x you #rocket raccoon fanfic #rocket raccoon fanfiction #rocket raccoon imagine #marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #infinity war #the snap #infinity war fanfiction #infinity war fanfic #rocket raccoon & reader #rocket raccoon & you #reader insert #marvel reader insert #mine: fanfic

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impracticaldemon · 5 years

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Hi!!! I have a question that you might be able to help with. And if you can’t that’s okay! But I love your writing and you always have a solid take on the storyline and interpretation. If I wanted to write a modern Hakuoki AU or a modern saichi AU how do you think that would go? Like in your opinion what would carry over or be different? How would the characters change in a modern environment? Since SSL isn’t translated it’s kinda hard to get a read so I would appreciate any feedback!

Hi Anon-san! [I’m sorry! I thought I’d posted this; just found it in my drafts!]

First, thank you for your kind words about my writing (flattery may not get you everywhere, but it’ll get you an awfully long way with most writers I know ♥).

Second, wow, that’s quite a question. Meaning, it’s a very interesting question, but not easy to answer. Still… I couldn’t resist thinking about it, so here are some of my ideas on similarities and differences between canon/quasi-canon settings and modern AU settings.

[More below the cut]

Things that would carry over (and I know some of this is obvious, or overlaps):

- basic character traits (extroverted, introverted, ambitious, thoughtful, honest, deceitful, kind, malicious, assertive, passive, etc.)[Note: people won’t always agree on a particular character’s basic traits, but you should have a clear picture in your mind of your concept of the canon character; it makes it much easier to “translate” the character into 2019 (or whatever)]

- setting aside how social politeness is shown, the character’s tendency to be formal or informal (extends beyond speech patterns to things like how clothes are worn, and basic attitudes in the workplace/school/at home)

- the basic relationships between the characters (e.g., Shinpachi and Sano are good friends; Souji and Hijikata don’t get along; Souji adores Kondou)[Note: the relationships may be different because of something specific to your story, but let readers know somehow that you aren’t just wilfully ignoring a relationship that is part of the usual fabric of Hakuouki]

- something that unifies the characters, or brings them together in one place (e.g., work setting, business enterprise, band, team, etc.)

- the way the characters react to romance (if romance is part of your story) at a fundamental level: is it embarrassing? interesting? to be avoided? to be hoped for? how important is it to the character? this might be a little different in a modern setting, but the canon character’s reactions would still be similar, unless you had specific reasons for changing them

Things that would (or could) change:

- age gaps and roles (there’s a reason that the baka trio doesn’t exist the same way in Hakuouki SSL: Heisuke’s clearly a kid in modern terms, while fifteen or sixteen was effectively the age of majority for boys (and girls) in 1864 Japan (at least from a “supposedly independent / marriageable” perspective)

- gender roles (although Japan still lags far behind when it comes to gender equality, to be honest, so this one’s going to depend a lot on what you want to portray in the way of modern gender stereotypes, and the struggles that still exist; and that’s not even touching LGBT+ issues)

- location/culture: are your modern Shinsengumi (and Oni) heroes in Japan, in a different country, or in a wholly fictional place? If they’re in Japan, make sure that you’re at least a little familiar with modern Japanese culture; if they’re in your own country, decide if they’re visitors, or residents who grew up there (a familiar environment is easier to write about, but may make writing the characters more difficult, since now you’re changing both the time and place of the story

- okay, a big one for me: reactions to violence, illness, death; yes, there’s still tons of violence in the world, but in a “modern” (i.e., what we’ve come to call “first world”) society, violence, illness, and death aren’t nearly as much part of the fabric of everyday life. While 1864 isn’t the same as 1164 (i.e., medieval times), Japan was in an extremely turbulent period, just as the US was during their civil war. How does this affect the characters? Well, it’s probably going to soften things a little, unless your modern AU has an unusually violent setting (e.g., gangs, drugs, something closer to “third world” dictatorships / social structures). Even within a Police AU, the level of acceptance of violence just *can’t* be the same (assuming a “coffee shop AU” type of modern setting). Even the “nicer” Shinsengumi guys weren’t especially shocked over killing, in canon. In a modern AU, that changes.

- last thing (tied into the last one), at least for now: the culture shift in Japan, because of WWII, was huge; so if your setting is Japan, you’ve got to keep that in mind. For a long time, the Allied Forces (in Japan’s case, basically the Americans) weren’t even going to allow any form of martial arts school to remain open. The entire military was all but disbanded. Plus, with the results of atomic warfare right there for all to see, Japan’s heavily military-influenced culture did a bit of a 180. The “no swords or guns” law became part of the way of thinking (Japan has the lowest rate of violent crime, especially gun-related death, by a HUGE margin, btw). How do the Shinsengumi - the canon characters - fit into this? Well, Japan did a “good job” of replacing the samurai upper class with the corporate upper class (right back to immediately post-Shinsengumi), so you can still have your family dynasties etc. for your Oni, or in terms of who might be “pulling the strings”. But you have to consider how this affects characters like Okita or Saito, in both plot and character terms.

Basic modern AU: less formality, but only in terms of setting - the characters would still be consistent; less day-to-day brutality - the characters would be different, less callous, because of this; less emphasis on physical skills - how does this affect Shinsengumi characters? For Saitou and Chizuru, I’m not sure there is a huge shift in character or approach, to be honest. I see bigger differences in ships like OkiChi and KazaChi.

Final conclusion: in a lot of ways, the modern setting doesn’t have to change much for characters/ships; however, be mindful of the way that what is “ordinary” might influence your character(s).

~ Imp

PS I’m dissatisfied with this response - I feel like it’s both too complicated, and misses too much. That’s probably why it got buried in my drafts. If anything here is helpful, I’ll be glad!

#hakuouki #haku headcanons #shinsengumi and modern au #writing #little demon chats #impracticaldemon #anon asks #asked and answered

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The Villain Problem (which is easily solved)

I’ve seen frequently a lot of posts and threads (making emphasis on “frequently” and “a lot”) here on tumblr and on twitter making a claim that people just don’t want their villains to be redeemed because they refuse to give them character development. This is my take on it and how I solve it.

Well, for starters, character development goes both ways so a villain that starts as someone who wants to do mildly bad things but ends up mass-murdering, raping back and forth, torturing other characters and so on, already got character development. They went from bad to the absolute worst. Of course, a writer’s storytelling skills have the power to make or break a story, so even this can be poorly executed.

To continue, at least in my case, I’m only not into the “redemption” thing when the villain has reached a point of no return, because their actions are bigger than anything else. Something like the example I provided above. And no amount of sad backstory caked with child abuse will change my mind.

Actually, when a story (and by “a story” I mean all of them) gives me the sad backstory and the child abuse excuse--which is an insult to every real child abuse victim ever who chose not to harm anyone, and to those who were victims of people who used this excuse, it completely loses me. Not every bad person had a bad childhood. Having a bad childhood doesn’t excuse them from owning their bad actions. And in the case of the villain, last time I checked, having their mother killed in front of their eyes when they were a little kid didn’t prevent them from creepily smiling when brutally killing a woman in front of her innocent child’s eyes. At this point, having a story give me a sad backstory for Evil Guy not only makes me roll my eyes so far back I can see my brain cells dying, not only increases my anger towards Evil Guy, not only diminishes what respect I might have for the author and their ability to tell a good story, it also actually makes me lose any interest I could’ve had about the villain. And villains are supposed to be interesting. They’re supposed to be the spice of your story.

Other instance in which I might be against the villain’s redemption is when the redemption actually takes away from the story. Some villains were born in the whimsical space of our minds to be evil and go grand about it and tell a message about it. Suddenly redeeming them erases anything that the writer was trying to say.

So how to tell when a villain can be redeemed? Everything depends on writing skills, really. You’re the one writing your story, right? Then you’re the one who will know if this villain can or deserves or wants or needs to be redeemed. You’re the one to know if your story will suffer from it or gain from it. It’s not the readers who decide this; what they feel about the villain, positive or negative, is completely up to them and their fanfics. It’s only you and your intention to tell a good story what matters here.

My list of personal tips, tho, are:

a. Treat your villain as another Main Character, which in a way they are. Villains that are faceless shadows lurking in the awfully decorated halls of what looks like a BDSM dungeon and the result of a quarrell in IKEA, are boring. And I’ll bet not even you fear/care for them.

b. Give Evil Guy a goal that matters to them as a person. Goals are better and more believable than stupid tragic backstories. Also a must if you want a 3D character. They don’t need to be huge goals. I mean, some people would harass and send death threats to someone else over ships, right? Think about that.

c. Add the sad backstory if you want to. Just know that its actual purpose is to give the villain an origin story, not excusing them. Heros also have sad backstories usually and you can still see them being normal people, working on retail at the start of their hero journey. Actually scrap the sad backstory if you have your hero or villain working on retail, that’s enough torture already.

d. If you don’t like or have any interest in your villain, why are you expecting others to? When you don’t like or have any interest in your villain it is because of different reasons: They’re not believable, their goal isn’t believable, you just don’t know what kind of person they are. Do what I do. Talk to them. Sit alone, organize an interview or a really messed up date and get to know the guy. (I do this with every character, really, but villains make for really big experiences).

e. Be prepared to love-hate them. You’re creating a monster. You have to be happy with the kind of monster you came up with. “You’re the worst and don’t have a place outside of the deepest pits of hell. You’re perfect!”

f. Only after you know your villain and how far they’re willing to go to accomplish their goal, you can consider whether or not to redeem them.

g. Realize what role this villain plays in the lives of the rest of your characters. And they must play a role since Evil Guy has been antagonizing them since the beginning of the story. Sometimes, there are other kind of relationships or ties involved that might be the ultimate decisive factor. Let’s use Kubo and the Two Strings as an example. (SPOILERS) Evil Guy was Kubo’s grandfather, but the story chose to give him a new chance to be good and care for his grandson because Kubo had literally no one else. It was such a powerful resolution, because Moon King also despised humankind and their warmth and having to look at them, and thought of himself as superior for being immortal, but then he was turned into a human, was convinced that he was the most compassionate man, and was made to look at humans in the eyes every day until he died someday. But MOST IMPORTANT, it was Kubo’s decision.

(Don’t force a character to end up with or forgive their abuser. Kubo did it amazingly but it’s not something everyone or every story can do. Forgiving is a very personal and intimate thing that isn’t about the abuser but the victim. Forgiving doesn’t mean allowing the abuser back into your life and it definitely isn’t about falling in love with them. It shouldn’t be played as the exoneration of the abuser).

In mp100 (SPOILERS AGAIN) Shou forgives his father. Shou took the decision to give his father another chance. A chance to finally be the father Shou deserved to have. A chance for Touichirou not to disappoint his son again. It was all about Shou, and mp100 is a story about growth and decisions and choosing to be better, so Touichirou also chose to take the chance Shou was giving him. This completes the themes of the narrative and is not forcing us, the readers, to sympathize with Touichirou, it’s only showing us what kind of person Shou is, what his needs are and why we have to respect them, and what he and his father decided to do about their conflict.

h. Realize what sort of story you’re telling or trying to tell. You know, sometimes the message can be pessimistic. Sometimes you want to talk about morality, sometimes about amorality. Sometimes you simply really want your villain to mean something. Once you define this you can choose HOW you want to redeem them (if you had chosen to redeem them that is).

i. In general, antagonists that take bad decisions but deal with an internal conflict of good and evil are the ones we all want to see redeemed. Think Zuko, Loki and (tho it never happened) Draco Malfoy.

j. No matter what sort of redemption you gave your villain or why, make sure they still get to face the consequences of their actions. It doesn’t matter if you love them so much that you are willing to overlook murder cuz “Aw, c’mon, I don’t go to jail for killing all my chances for a decent future, do I?” or “It’s medieval times! Everyone had at least killed five people by the age of 18 back then”. Their actions must come back to them, somehow. It doesn’t have to be jail time, or death or stuff like that, but they must feel real regret. If they don’t, you’re not really redeeming them, you’re just letting your Evil Guy win by gaining MC’s trust and getting to live a full live without any inconveniences. I mean, I guess that’s what uncaught serial killers, corrupt politicians and some Nazis got to do so it’s not that unthinkable.

I, myself, have a thing for villains, which is a reason why I don’t understand the oversimplified posts that go: “People who don’t want villains to be redeemed think you’re evil if you like villains. People just don’t want character development for villains.” I may think that any specific villain doesn’t need a redemption, that doesn’t mean I think no villain can have a redemption. I may think that the villain that doesn’t deserve the redemption is a literal disgusting creature, that doesn’t mean I can’t be impressed by how amazingly and cleverly constructed the villain is. My biggest example: The Joker. And every character needs character development, else they’re not really characters but plot devices.

As for the other side of the argument: “They think you’re evil if you like villains”. I might be missing something here, but the one complaint I’ve heard barely reminiscent of this claim is the one that surfaces when a fandom collectively justifies or ignores the villain’s actions (as if that’s necessary to be allowed to like the villain) and that’s a complaint as valid as any other; or when the story itself justifies the villain’s actions then chooses to never mention them again, which, yeah, is bad writing (see Snape).

If you choose to ignore a villain’s actions, doesn’t that just mean that you like the character but not exactly what they did? Tho, the route you’re taking isn’t the best but still. If you justify a villain’s actions (murder is common, rape is worse, they were having a rough day, they were depressed--bitch, I’m depressed!, she asked for it, it’s okay because they fall in love later, they just don’t know how to express love in a healthy way that doesn’t involve emotional and physical and sometimes even sexual abuse, they grew up in a violent and/or manipulative environment, they have an awful father…), and then make a big deal out of that and talk about it online, don’t be surprised if someone disagrees with you, or you touch a nerve with an actual real life person and get called out. Because, it was you who made it internet-relevant.

It’s your right to like a villain for whatever reasons you want and you don’t owe an explanation to anyone, but thinking critically about your fave, recognizing their flaws, or the themes they embody are also important things. And even if you just don’t feel like doing that, which is fair, that doesn’t change the fact that the villain is a piece of shit and other people will notice it. Not everyone will love your sinnamon roll. You’ll have to deal with the two sides: Enjoying your small villain fandom with your nice group of peers, and seeing posts where other people trash your fave. That if the story itself doesn’t do it.

#rape mention #murder mention #writing tips #text #long post #i give mentions to Kubo and The Two Strings and mp100 with some major spoilers #mine

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mp100secretsanta2017-blog · 6 years

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Let Me Be Candid With You: A Gift for hydrachea

From: Kasha / Okay-sha

To: Rachel / hydrachea

Message: Happy Holidays! I love TakeRitsu as a ship and so I ran away with that! Tried to keep the angst at bay, and this is how things turned out! It’s probably the fluffiest and shippiest thing I’ve ever written, so thank you for the awesome request~

Let Me Be Candid With You

“What are you listening to?”

Takenaka briefly considered sitting up to answer Ritsu’s question but decided it was much more comfortable to continue resting quietly on his lap instead. It was rare that the weather was nice this late in the year and pretty soon they wouldn’t be able to spend their free time lounging outside. Takenaka wanted to really indulge the moment…soak in the warmth of the sun above and the warmth cradling his head; the touch of fingers stirring idly in his hair and the sound of their breath in sync.

Ritsu allowed him a few more minutes of peace before he bounced the knee under Takenaka’s head and asked again, “Hey, what’re you listening to?”

Takenaka grunted, opening up a single heavy-lidded eye to regard Ritsu’s expression. He didn’t look very interested in getting an answer but Takenaka knew better than that. The guy may always emote “cool as a cucumber” but he was just like everyone else. Well, not exactly like everyone else. Takenaka liked Ritsu more.

“I’m not listening to anything,” Takenaka mumbled.

“Then, why are you wearing those things?” He asked, referring to Takenaka’s earbuds.

“Habit.” Takenaka opened the other eye and reached up to graze his fingertips across Ritsu’s cheek. “And why are you wearing this?”

Ritsu’s brow furrowed as he tilted his head into the touch. “Wearing what?”

Takenaka’s fingers traveled down to Ritsu’s lips before he, without warning, hooked a finger inside to stretch his mouth out. He gave a few tugs for emphasis, trying not to laugh at how silly it looked. “Wearing this frown? You’re too serious, even when we’re alone.”

Ritsu pulled away, covering his mouth with his hand as he broke into a grin.

“That’s just my face.”

“Mmm, I don’t know about that.” Takenaka weakly pulled at the hand hiding Ritsu’s face until the boy yielded to reveal his glowing smile. It was contagious, and Takenaka gave a sleepy smile back while patting Ritsu’s bottom lip with a finger. “That’s it. There’s your face. Should I take a picture for reference?”

Ritsu flushed, his smile turning into more of a grimace. “Gross. I don’t want my picture taken.”

“What?” Takenaka was a little thrown off by how severely Ritsu opposed the idea. “Why?”

“I don’t want my picture taken. I hate pictures.”

“I didn’t know you hated pictures.”

“It never came up.”

Well, that must have been true. But, now that Ritsu mentioned it, Takenaka was a little bothered that he didn’t have any special photos of the boy he cared so much about.

“You just…hate pictures?” he asked again.

Ritsu rolled his eyes to the sky, voice all attitude. “Yeah. I…well, I hate how fake it is. I don’t want to ignore how I actually feel and ‘smile for the camera’ if I’m actually miserable. Otherwise, I’m just lying, you know?”

Takenaka hummed without a tune as he considered Ritsu’s argument. He understood.

Regretful to cease their physical contact, Takenaka sat up to eye Ritsu. “Would you hate it if I took a picture of myself?”

Ritsu instinctively followed Takenaka once he got up, pushing their shoulders together to resume contact.

Takenaka fiddled with his phone and at last pulled up the camera, watching Ritsu in his periphery to make sure he wasn’t upset. When he felt certain he wasn’t crossing any lines, Takenaka pulled the phone away from his face and snapped a picture of himself.

Ritsu leaned a head in, curious about the outcome, causing Takenaka to draw the screen away as he sent it through text instead.

Ritsu’s phone chimed a few seconds later, and he looked at Takenaka curiously before fishing it out of his pocket.

Ritsu stared at the picture of Takenaka for a long time. It wasn’t anything special. The Takenaka in the grainy image wasn’t smiling and the sun washed-out his face a little bit. The angle made his nose look bigger than usual, and Takenaka hadn’t noticed until now, but the hair on the back of his head was spiked up from when he was laying down.

After the silence stretched on too long for comfort, Takenaka asked, “What do you think?”

Ritsu’s eyes continued to stare at the screen of his phone. “It’s just a picture.”

Takenaka felt himself grow defensive. “Well, yeah. What did you expect?”

“No, it’s just that… It’s just a picture, but… this makes me really happy.”

Takenaka blinked in surprise. Paying closer attention, he could see how Ritsu looked stunned.

“What?” Takenaka began to blush. “How could that make you happy? It’s just a dumb picture, right? It’s not special.”

Ritsu shook his head. “It’s weird but it makes me really happy. I just have this now.” Ritsu looked at Takenaka, their close proximity erasing any doubt that his expression wasn’t completely serious. “If I ever want to see you, I just…have this.”

“Hey, now. Don’t get carried away—the real-deal is better, by far, so you should always try to see me first.”

Ritsu continued to look at his phone with the corner of his mouth turned up with a smile. “It really isn’t a very good picture though, is it?”

“Okay, that’s enough!” Takenaka gently elbowed Ritsu to show his self-consciousness. “Are you happy or are you gonna complain about the quality some more?”

Ritsu dropped the hand holding his phone into his lap and gazed at Takenaka with that same crooked smile he had when he was trying to hold in his laughter. Takenaka bashfully ran a hand through his hair, trying to stop himself from smiling without a real reason. He was always eager to smile around Ritsu though.

“God, say something already!” Takenaka fumed, the blush already creeping across his face. He softly nudged Ritsu with his shoulder before turning away to avoid any more direct contact with the boy’s shining countenance.

Ritsu ignored the empty dismissal and wrapped an arm around him, nestling his face near Takenaka’s collarbone.

Takenaka smiled, leaning his head to rest on top of Ritsu’s.

“I really like you, you know?” Ritsu spoke so his voice vibrated across Takenaka’s skin.

“Yeah, I know,” Takenaka replied. “Same. Or whatever…”

Ritsu picked his head up to look at Takenaka at close-quarters. Their eyes met.

“Or whatever?” Ritsu asked, eyebrow quirking with a shadow of a smile still on his lips.

“Yeah.” Takenaka felt his face flush hotter. “Or whatever…”

Takenaka’s heart jumped as he felt Ritsu’s hand travel through his hair to rest on the back of his head. A light pressure pushed their faces close, close enough that they breathed the same air. Ritsu wouldn’t move any closer though…he never did when what he really wanted was an answer.

And Takenaka knew what he wanted to hear but was too stubborn to play along. Logically, he knew there was no secret between them that Takenaka liked Ritsu, but somehow, in times of intimacy, he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

Desperate to defuse the situation, Takenaka took a deep breath and puffed it into Ritsu’s face.

Ritsu yelped in surprise, jerking away. In turn, Takenaka reeled back in case of retaliation.

None came, and instead, Ritsu crossed his arms.

“Don’t be like that,” he said.

“Like what?” Takenaka asked, hand already creeping toward Ritsu to close the distance they’d created.

“Don’t play around when I tell you I like you…”

Takenaka’s heart leapt again, this time out of pain. He hated hearing Ritsu doubt his feelings for him and folded, spilling everything.“Of- of course I like you! I like you so much. I like you more than anyone else. It’s just kind of embarrassing to say out loud. But I do like you!”

Ritsu uncrossed his arms, taking the hand Takenaka had been reaching toward him and pulled them both into a brief kiss. It was a tender moment, sweet and relieving.

Pulling away, Ritsu’s eyes sparkled with pleasure. “Good.”

Suddenly exhausted yet satisfied, Takenaka keeled to the side to lie on the ground and recover.

After a few minutes of peace, Takenaka was startled by the sound of his phone going off.

Pawing around the immediate area, he finally found it by his side and pulled the screen up to view. It was an attachment from Ritsu.

Glancing up at Ritsu, who was still sitting beside him, he opened the text.

Similar to the one that Takenaka had sent, he was face-to-face with a fairly low-quality selfie of Ritsu. He’d taken the picture from down low, so there was a lot of nostril to take in. His skin was glowing white with the way the sun reflected in the picture. And, overall, he looked really confused about what he was doing—like he didn’t quite understand how to take the picture in the first place.

Takenaka held in a snicker, tapping to save the photo to his phone for later. Clicking around, he accidentally ended up opening another attachment that was sent immediately before the one he’d just opened.

Takenaka blushed seeing the off-center, slightly blurry, image of a kiss. He’d taken a picture then too?

“Ritsu, I thought you hated pictures,” he said he buried his face in his hands.

Ritsu chuckled. “I don’t know. I kind of like them when they’re a little shitty. Feels real.”

Takenaka refused to uncover his face, feeling as Ritsu laid down beside him.

“Do you like them too?” he asked with a smile on his voice.

Takenaka let Ritsu pull his hands from shielding his face. They were both a red as cherries, still grinning.

This time, he didn’t hesitate to say it. “Yes. I like them too.”

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sevi007 · 7 years

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Child of light

(Excuse me, @disasterartistfangirl, but was that you who asked for more Yondad ficlets, I don't remember? =D)

Have a little, self-indulgent Yondu and Peter story, set back in the days where Peter was still a young boy.

Enjoy!

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„I’m so tiiiired… and it huuuurts…“

„Will ya quit that whinin‘ already, Quill.“

“But, look! I have blisters!”

Yondu grunted, sidestepping as Peter all but shoved his palms at him. Not that it helped much – for someone who was only the height of Yondu’s chest, Peter could make it surprisingly difficult to escape him in any way.

And there really were some blisters starting to form on the boy’s palms.

“I said we would get ya a better blaster for next time. ‘S happened on my first blaster practice, too. Now quit it.”

“Ow,” Peter said very slowly and very deliberately.

Yondu glared down at him, close to cuffing the boy over the head. But then the whining would only increase, and he would have to endure it all the way back to the ship.

Huffing and rubbing one hand over his face, Yondu shoved the boy lightly forward. “Move yer ass, Quill, I wanna reach the ship in this lightyear.”

Luckily enough, Peter pouted for a while longer, but he had never been someone to bear grudges for long. He was already hopping and jogging through the forest again minutes later, zigzagging between the trees, running backwards to look at Yondu as he talked.

“But I did good today, right?”

“No.

“I hit the targets! A lot!”

“A lot ain’t enough in the real world, boy. You’ll have ta hit every target.”

“But I am getting better,” Peter insisted, not letting his mood be darkened that easily.

Yondu inwardly groaned, but didn’t argue, and somehow, that seemed enough for the boy to start beaming like a sun.

Damn him, the Centaurian thought without any bite at all, watching with a headshake as Peter started jumping up and down as he went, declaring himself a Master shooter.

They managed to walk through the forest in silence for a few minutes, Peter racing ahead, Yondu every now and then chancing a glance around to check if anything was there. He had settled on a planet without real dangers, but still, walking through a forest in the middle of the night while simultaneously having to keep out an eye for a Terran tended to make him more careful.

“YONDU!”

Especially if said Terran suddenly started screaming a bit further ahead.

Swallowing the curse wanting to leave him, Yondu reached for his arrow, feeling his shiver in its holster as the whistle already danced on his lips.

All tension fell when Peter leaned around a tree up ahead, cheeks flushed with excitement, apparently in best health. “Yondu, come look - what is that?!”

“Quill, don’t’cha start screamin’ all of sudden…!” Yondu stomped over to the boy, arrow forgotten as he grabbed the child at the scruff of his neck, shaking him. “Don’ ever do that again, or ya’ll have an arrow in a place where it shouldn’t be!”

“Owowow, sorry!” Peter made himself limp, just dangling in the none-too-tight grip until the shaking was over. Then he blinked up innocently. “Will you come look now?”

Letting go with a last shake, slightly satisfied when Peter stumbled, Yondu allowed himself to relax again, grumbling under his breath about crazy Terrans.

Peter decided to ignore him, instead pointing ahead to whatever he had found. “What is that?”

Yondu followed the gesture, squinting through between the trees. Slightly below them lay a meadow, a shallow plain only illuminated by the three moons above them in the sky – and by little balls of light - blue, green, red, yellow and more - floating over the dark grass.

It took Yondu a moment to understand that Peter was pointing at exactly those balls of light, and when he did, he didn’t understand the confusion. Even he knew those things, even though he had seen them through bars for a long time of his life.

Grunting, Yondu shrugged. “Lightin’ bugs.”

Peter looked up as him as if he had just told him that they were related, jaw slack and eyes wide. „You have fireflies in space?!“

Not really understanding the boy’s excitement, Yondu huffed. “That what ya call ‘em on Terra? Guess we do.”

“They have different colors,” Peter said, putting emphasis on the last words as if it was the most important thing in history.

“…Yeah.”

At that confirmation – as if he needed it, it was right in front of him, sometimes Yondu just didn’t understand Terrans – Peter managed to rip his gaze away from the little lights, looking over at Yondu, then back again.

As the widest, brightest smile spread over the boy’s face, Yondu got a bad feeling.

“Quill, no…”

“I’m gonna get one!”

And off the child was, bounding away between the trees and out into the field behind it.

Yondu swore loudly, chasing after him, but he was slower, not fueled by raw excitement, and really, hadn’t Peter said that he was tired?

Tired my ass! the Ravager thought as he slid down the little hill into the meadow, bellowing, “Peter Quill, ya get back here, ya lil’…!”

He trailed off and stood still, watching Peter bound over the field, hooting and laughing. The boy was jumping around like a madman, trying to snatch one of the quick little lights out of the air as he went, and didn’t even care as he almost fell flat on his face a few times.

Casting a quick glance around, Yondu contemplated if it was necessary to go snatch the boy and be off. The planet was peaceful without any threats for a Terran child (he had made sure of that when choosing it for practice), and the crew would give a crap if they returned five minutes later.

Just for a bit, the Centaurian decided. A few minutes, so that he wouldn’t have to listen to the boy whining about being dragged away from his fun.

„Yondu!“

Before Yondu could even so much as huff at the overly energetic boy, Peter was right in front of him, bouncing on the ball of his feet while looking up at him with an utterly delighted expression. The boy’s hands were cupped, blue light emitting from within. The source of it was strong enough that it made Peter’s hands look almost transparent, shadows visible where the delicate bones lay under the thin skin.

For a startling, horrifying second, Yondu saw only bones, a whole cave full of them, and…

…Peter was talking, and it made him snap out of his reverie. “What?”

“Look,” Peter repeated, holding his cupped hands up.

Yondu hesitated, not sure what the boy wanted from him, since he was looking after all. Then it dawned on him that he was required to kneel to get closer, like Peter wanted.

If anybody else had requested such a thing of him, to lower himself in any way, he would have laughed at them on his best days and sent his arrow after them on worse days. With Peter and those big, hopeful eyes, he found himself unable to do either of those things.

Before he could even think about it and what it meant, he was already moving with a grumble, going down onto one knee so that he was on eye level with his charge.

As soon as he was where the boy had wanted him, Peter all but shoved his cupped hands at him. “Here, hold that.”

“Quill…”

“Just like me, just cup your hands. Please?”

Sighing quietly, Yondu did it, deciding that this would be over sooner if he indulged the child.

Peter brightened considerably as he saw his success, waiting patiently until the bigger hands were where he wanted them. Then he slipped his hands between them, knuckles brushing over Yondu’s palms. “See, now, if I do this…”

Very, very slowly, Peter pulled his hands away, out of Yondu’s grip. And suddenly, it was the Ravager who was holding the firefly in his palms.

Yondu’s first, startled reaction was to twitch as if to pull away, but Peter’s hands were back, cupping around his, so he held still.

The effect of the blue light was dampened by the color of Yondu’s skin – where the firefly had colored Peter in an array of different blue tones, the blue Centaurian skin did not look half as spectacular in this lighting. Still, Peter beamed down where he looked into Yondu’s cupped hands, giggling merrily as he watched the little ball of light flutter around between battle-roughened palms.

The little wings and legs tickled where they touched sensitive patches of skin, and Yondu barely dared to move too much, suddenly aware of how fragile that little life in his palms was. One wrong move, and he would squash the glowing little bug.

Just like the boy.

His gaze flitted up to the child without him consciously deciding to do so. Peter’s face was threatening to split under his wide, delighted smile as he leaned over Yondu, watching the firefly with rapt attention. His eyes were sparkling, hands warm around the Centaurian’s, and for all the world, this child didn’t look like it belonged with a bunch of murderous, stealing Ravagers.

Damn, I could snap his neck apart with two fingers, Yondu thought with startling clarity and a snarl. Boy couldn’t even blink before it happens.

And still ‘e ain’t afraid of me.

A flutter tickled over his palms, Peter let out a little sound, and Yondu looked down again just in time to see the blue firefly escape his hands.

“Ah, there it goes,” Peter watched with some disappointment as the little bug fluttered up and disappeared somewhere in the dark. “We had lots of them back on Terran, in the area where I lived. Mum could make them stay super long. She had, like, five or six between her hands, and they didn’t fly away.”

Yondu watched as that old shadow passed over the boy’s face, that one that always came when Peter talked about his late mother. It overrode the brightness from before, making something clench painfully in Yondu’s chest.

Having nothing else to say and not wanting to think about the sudden pain, he grumbled, “Well, I sure as hell ain’t yer Momma, Quill.”

Peter blinked, turning back to look at him, and seemed to consider for a moment. Then a small, soft smile curled his lips. “Nah. You sure as hell aren’t.”

Something about the way Peter said it, about the way he looked at him, irked Yondu. It was nearly the same feeling as the pull from before, but less painful.

Not liking with which ease the boy could make him feel confusing things, could make him feel at all, Yondu frowned, whistling once.

The arrow flew out of its holster, hovering next to Peter’s temple.

“That a joke at my expense, boy?”

“Jeez, not everything is a joke at your expense,” Peter leaned back from the sharp tip, but didn’t really look concerned about the weapon able to skewer him.

And Yondu knew that. The boy had seen the arrow protecting him more often than it had threatened him, and lost his fear of it at some point.

Now Peter was trying to carefully touch the light at the end of the weapon, gently poking it.

With a roll of his eyes, Yondu sent the arrow in a wide bow over the meadow, letting it circle them in a wide arch.

It did more than he had anticipated.

Suddenly, the up until now dark ground burst with light, red, yellow, blue and many more, and a whole cloud of fireflies suddenly illuminated the night. The arrow and its light had startled them up, and now there was a whole swarm of them, fluttering over the expanse of the meadow. There were all kinds of them, myriads of colors, dipping the area around the boy and the Ravager into a rainbow of light.

“WOAH!” Peter’s eyes went wide as plates as he stared at the spectacle. A jolt went through his frame, the urge to run off again barely suppressed, and he chanced a glance at the man beside him.

Yondu whistled as he stood to call his arrow back, all the while waving his hand in a manner that could be interpreted as Do what’cha want, I don’t care.

The flash of a brilliant smile, and Peter took off quicker as an arrow, racing straight into the middle of the spectacle. “WOOOOH!”

How did one single Terran even have such boundless energy, Yondu wondered to himself.

Peter was laughing aloud, a cheerful, childish laughter that Yondu had not heard often from him anymore, not after they had started to train the boy and make him work for his stay. The child was bouncing over the grass, twirling in his spot one second and running through the clouds of light the next, laughing and cheering. The fireflies were painting him in every color of the universe, making his teeth gleam with his smile and his eyes twinkle not only with happiness.

“Wooohooo! This is awesome!”

Watching from the borders, Yondu rolled his eyes, ready to call out to the boy to get it together again – it were only bugs, by the celestials.

He didn’t do it, though.

Peter stopped running in the middle of the swarm, instead starting one of his silly Terran’s dances, humming loudly as he did so.

Yondu would deny it to the end of his days, but as Peter whirled and pirouetted amidst the swarm of fireflies, palms facing up and arms outstretched as if he wanted to embrace the whole galaxy…

Just for one moment, Peter looked like he was dancing among the stars, as if he belonged there.

A breathless chuckle and a thump caught Yondu’s attention again. The boy had let himself fall to the ground in the middle of another pirouette, laying on his back and laughing up at the stars and the fireflies.

Deciding that playtime was over, Yondu crossed the field. The fireflies escaped from where he walked along, leaving only Peter and the borders of the meadow illuminated.

Peter was breathless from running and laughing, smile still edged onto his face as he spread his arms out and tilted his head back to look at Yondu when the Ravager came to a halt next to him.

“I’m dizzy,” the boy declared in a way that sounded utterly happy about that fact.

“No surprise there,” Yondu gave back, unable to stop the smirk flitting over his face.

Of course Peter caught it, relaxing further. His gaze strayed away from his caretaker, over to the fireflies still dancing through the air. “But it’s really pretty, right?”

“Guess so.”

“Can we… can we like, do that again sometime? When we come back here?”

Yondu didn’t look down, knowing that he would meet that hopeful gaze again that made everything more difficult. “Ain’t gonna promise ya anythin’, Quill.”

“That’s okay,” Peter hummed contentedly, the tune soon morphing into the songs he loved so much.

(And no, Yondu did not know all of them by heart, of course not, why would he.)

“Since they’re so pretty...,” Yondu mused aloud, showing off his teeth in a smirk, “Ya think I should put some of the little buggers in a jar and keep ‘em, eh?”

The reaction was instant and impulsive, “Yondu, no! They need to be free, man!”

“Ain’t serious, Quill. Yeesh, still so soft-hearted, boy.”

Peter’s put-on pout dissolved into a wide grin before he laughed heartily up at the man, with no care in the universe.

And, just this once, Yondu allowed himself to laugh back at the little Terran.

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twosidestarot · 7 years

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Making Friends with the Light Grey Cosmos Tarot

A new deck in town is always an exciting thing, and maybe I’m crazy, but the Light Grey Cosmos Tarot & Oracle Deck had me extra excited. If you’ve had a glimpse of this deck online, you’ll know that the production is lux and the art show-stopping. Not only that, but in addition to the standard 78-card tarot deck, it also includes a bonus 22-card oracle deck. Effectively, it’s two decks in one. A hard proposition to resist for those of us who like our cards a little… extra!

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Cosmos is the second collaborative tarot project from the masterminds at Light Grey Art Lab (you can find the first Light Grey Tarot here). Like the first deck, each card in Cosmos is the work of a different artist, bringing together 100 artists from around the world to riff on tarot and astrology in this unique and beautiful deck.

I don’t know how they managed it, but like the original Light Grey Tarot, Cosmos is simultaneously diverse and cohesive, aesthetically speaking. It’s an amazing feat of fortune and coordination to have one hundred artists – not necessarily versed in tarot – create one hundred individual artworks that come together to make a singular working deck. Honestly, it’s kind of remarkable!

Oracle Cards from the Light Grey Cosmos Tarot & Oracle

The other feat of unification that the Light Grey Cosmos deck achieves is its parallel exploration of tarot, mythology and astrology. Each card has a celestial attribution, bringing together traditional tarot meanings and the symbolic and mythological significance of constellations, planets, and other astral phenomena. Although, to say the tarot associations are traditional is not strictly correct; some of the cards read like their Rider Waite Smith equivalents, but many have been taken in unique directions. Cosmos is definitely kind of deck that rewards study, so get those tarot journals out!

When I look at a new deck, I like to check out how it deals with sexuality and gender, usually by looking at the Ten of Cups, the Two of Cups, and the Ten of Pentacles, and The Lovers. Interestingly, each of these cards depicts a woman either alone or with an animal (The Lovers, which is associated in this deck with the sign of Cancer, shows a woman with an abstract, crab-like creature).

When it comes to racial diversity, there are cards that depict people of colour (to name a few, The Sun, The Star, and the Five of Earth). The art definitely errs on the side of fantastical, so there are also a lot of magical blue people, for example. Cosmos’ depiction of people of colour is not overly realistic, but then, there isn’t much realism at all in this strange, celestial deck.

Interestingly, a goodly proportion of the cards depict non-human figures, landscapes, or symbolic objects. For that reason, Cosmos will definitely appeal to readers who prefer their decks to place less emphasis on mundane human images, or who like their art well steeped in fantasy.

Since this deck very much marches to the beat of its own drum, it’s fortunate that it comes with a pretty detailed book. There are also keywords printed on each card, along with the card name and associated constellation, which you can utilize or ignore at will.

So, I’ve been taking my time getting to know this deck (a lot of which has been spent just oohing and ahhing over the lush gold foiled edges and the gorgeous imagery). After a while, though, it’s time to stop looking and start reading! For the purposes of this deck interview, I’ve excluded the oracle cards. I’ll give them their own review and interview at a later date.

1. TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF. WHAT IS YOUR MOST IMPORTANT CHARACTERISTIC? Queen of Fire (Cassiopeia)

Keywords: Consequences of Arrogance. Vanity and Pride.

The Queen of Fire tells the story of Cassiopeia, and her daughter, Andromeda, women punished for their pride by the sea god, Poseidon. While the story of Cassiopeia warns of the potential pitfalls of pride (or perhaps of cranky gods who’d rather keep women in their places), the accompanying booklet says that really, this card is about Andromeda rising above her trials and breaking free.

Freedom is something the Light Grey Cosmos Tarot has in spades! Traditional tarot structures and elemental associations are all up for grabs here, and this deck makes no apologies for it. This deck captures all that dark stuff – pride, revenge, subjugation – but also brings a liberated spirit to the reading table.

2. WHAT ARE YOUR STRENGTHS AS A DECK? XVIII The Moon (Pisces)

Keywords: Subconscious. Indecision. Critique. Sensitivity.

I’m not surprised to see The Moon come up, because this deck can be pretty weird! From the imagery to the keywords to the astral phenomena, Cosmos follows its own lead and resists any assumptions you might want to impose upon it (there’s that free thinking again!). Obviously, this uniqueness and weirdness is a great strength!

When it comes to working with The Moon, we know the best tools we have are intuition and creativity. It’s fair to assume that Cosmos is in its element when the reader approaches with these tools in hand.

3. WHAT ARE YOUR LIMITS AS A DECK? 10 of Water (Corona Borealis)

Keywords: Triumph After Sacrifice. New Beginnings.

Cosmos associates the Ten of Water with the story of Ariadne, who, after being abandoned by her lover, Theseus, finds redemption and a new beginning when she is wooed by Dionysus (it’s worth noting that while the artwork on this card depicts a woman with two leopard-like cats so is not overly heteronormative, the myth that the card is associated with obviously is, so your mileage in that regard may vary!).

So, what do we make of this as a limitation? It would seem Cosmos is not overly concerned with tidy endings, or clean-cut tales of redemption. Don’t expect any coddling here! This deck is complex, and maybe even a little cool, so until you’ve learned to speak its language, reading with it is not going to be a soothing experience. Who doesn’t love a challenge, though?

4. WHAT ARE YOU HERE TO TEACH ME? Three of Air (Hercules)

Keywords: Great Effort. Trial.

Personally, I love this take on the Three of Air. Unlike the traditional meaning of this card (pain, heartbreak), Cosmos makes the Three of Air about proving yourself through strength and endurance. The scene on the card depicts Hercules’ eleventh labour, and demonstrates that we often have to weather many storms in order to get to where we want to go.

Cosmos is obviously here to toughen us up! Or to remind us of how resilient we actually are. I’m already finding that the mixture of tarot, astrology, and mythology in this deck is forcing me to flex my reading muscles, and that’s evidently part of Cosmos’ design. This deck is here to push us as readers, which can only be a good thing!

5. HOW CAN I BEST LEARN FROM AND COLLABORATE WITH YOU? King of Water (Camelopardalis)

Keywords: Seeing the Big Picture. Gaining Perspective.

The King of Water is associated with Camelopardalis, the giraffe constellation, and is associated with the Qilin, giraffe-like creatures from Chinese mythology. This King is all about taking an aerial view of things, stepping back and seeing the big picture.

That definitely feels like a good strategy for reading with a deck that’s so ambitious in scope! The best way to work with Cosmos is to step away from narrow assumptions about traditional card meanings, and instead to allow elemental, mythological, and astrological associations to coalesce into something bigger and more complex.

6. WHAT IS THE POTENTIAL OUTCOME OF OUR WORKING RELATIONSHIP? Two of Fire (Fornax)

Keywords: Incubation. Pregnancy.

The Two of Fire tells the story of the Roman goddess of the hearth, Fornax, who was honoured with the festival of Fornicalia to ensure that the year’s grain would be properly baked. Buns in the oven, anyone? I hope we’re all using birth control!

It seems Cosmos is so slick it might even get you laid, but it’s probably more likely that working with this deck will lead to some cool creative breakthroughs. There’s so much richness to delve into here that fruitful inspirations are bound to bloom. Personally, I’m excited to delve into this deck’s depths and get those fiery, creative ideas incubating!

Phew! It's been a long one today, but there's just so much in this rich and beautiful deck. Cosmos is definitely a deck that rewards close study, so I'm looking forward to spending more time with it and discovering all of its quirks and secrets!

The Light Grey Cosmos Tarot & Oracle deck is, of course, in the shop now and ready to ship! You can pick up your own copy right here.

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tapetheplug · 5 years

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4# - Irregularly scheduled update

A lot has happened, let’s irregularly update you!

Composting

I ordered a set of bigger buckets with air tight lids seen the sheer amount of compostable waste I seem to be producing. Something Interesting that has happened is that I am unintentionally separating plastic from my trash by isolating the organic waste instead. It was a weird switch that I only realised later on -> all that is left is plastic packaging.

Last week I ran into the issue of bran not being present in my compost station. This week the smell started to become especially … interesting… so something needed to be done quickly. I didn’t find the time to get in contact with the beer brewery for the flaky material that I needed to create bran myself. So instead I decided to buy a bag of ready to use bran from the internet. Luckily later that week I managed to get in contact with the beer brewery, ask them about their rest product and pick it up for free within a morning.

Something interesting that I the brewery guy told me was that this material might not be good for this purpose (I think he understood traditional composting, not Bokashi) but that this material was amazingly well suited to grow mushrooms on (some other group had done this already).

My set up is slowly but surely starting to take shape and I am beginning to claim space for it within my room. One of the things I found out is that there is a moderation aspect to being self sufficient. I had the opportunity to fill my entire bucket with the “bostel” (beer rest product) and it is a lot of it, probably more then I need at the moment. For now I have several boxes filled with bran and soon to be bran with no idea if it will go bad if I don’t use it quick. Hereby I also started seeing my room as a kind of micro version of the larger energy grid system where any unused energy is a loss of energy.

Last week in my feedback we talked about the consequences for lifestyle that would take place as a result of these projects. What I started noticing is the following:

my eating habits have recently been not as good as they should be: maybe this is because there is an emphasis on throwing away plastic (now that I can compost organic waste) or because I simply have been eating a lot more packaged food, but I see a lot more plastic in my life and a lot less organic (waste).

I have been carrying around yoghurt pots to carry around my organic waste wherever I am. Did I eat an orange? Then the skin goes in!

I am starting to notice tiny initiatives from companies to carbon offset: tickets at the cinema, an extra few cents you can add to your shipping order.

Self sufficient wall farm

Not much development here other then feeling stuck, the planter doesn't seem to work and I have no idea on how to fix it. I will get in contact with someone who knows more and updated my own knowledge with some online tutorials.

I also find that I am a lot more comfortable within my “I know nothing” tiny blissfully ignorant space where I can do whatever to try and create new ways of producing light or in this case: grow plants. This is however not something I’ve tried a whole lot because I wanted to challenge myself technologically -> I need to start seeing the possible value in analogue ways of doing things

I have some ideas on how to create an installation combining the compost and the plants on my wall -> I will try to draw this out for next week.

Solar light

I have tried to build several versions of the “liter of light” solar night light, many versions didn’t work for me and now I am left with something that definitely doesn't emit light, but isn’t charged by solar panels or turns off when the daylight hits.

I also tried to start living with less light at night to see what it would do, turns out that I am a lot less motivated to work with little light (doesn't trick my body into thinking it is daytime). I have been allowing myself to go to bed earlier, but still with resistance. I should in theory consume less energy in terms of light then before this change -> so that is good!

New dutch facade

again no updates sadly

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idolizerp · 5 years

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LOADING INFORMATION ON INDIGO’S MAIN RAP, VOCAL BAN JISUNG…

IDOL DETAILS

STAGENAME: N/A CURRENT AGE: 25 DEBUT AGE: 20 TRAINEE SINCE AGE: 17 COMPANY: MSG ETC: This member has become involved in acting since the group’s shift in popularity

IDOL IMAGE

outer

actor face, model proportions, nobody rapper. the weight of the last moniker is the card that knocks it all off balance, locks him (them) into this seemingly never-ending cycle of shoddy luck, until that survival show miraculously turned the tides for the better. before that, he’s the dissonance that msg likes to play off of–softer visuals of his sort don’t scream “rapper,” but that’s precisely the point.

with this wave of newfound fame now, he’s this: actor face, model proportions, indigo’s lead rapper; now with a more extensive list of footnotes tacked to each label following his name. there’s still a lot of focus on how he looks, surface-level perfection that plays off a criss-cross of intimidating and downright ethereal, a physical symmetry that at times (even on the account of the most grainy, pixelated fantaken shots) is difficult to fathom whole.

it’s enough to gain him some traction in advertising, something the company has pushed along with acting, both which he’s complied with wholeheartedly.

the rule of thumb? stay aware of your image, but never fail to be humble–being projected to the same spew of lovely compliments on loop of course makes this awfully easy. they want him to be relatable, down to earth. another trick with contrast that’s enough to entertain the masses and gain empathy. jisung’s own personal touch being to never cross the threshold into straight up delusional territory (exhibit a: attitude controversies? what the fuck are you smoking? exhibit b: saying they don’t need girlfriends when they’ve got their fans? no thank you).

the same philosophy is applied when it comes to his place among the boys–give credit where its due and be thankful for what’s given and got. anything that goes above and beyond and enters peak uncharacteristic excessive tomfoolery? then on god, he’s gotta be the one that’s smoking mad.

inner

his single crime is having a backbone. a human spine can only take so much pressure before it snaps under the weight of the unimaginable. humiliation stings (they’re next to nothing, close to it), sure, but there’s a reason why language exists. the pen’s mightier than the sword, and a mouth that knows how to strike someone numb than the slap of a palm works the same way. it’s not loyalty here, but merely an honest defense of everything that has his name associated with it. in the past, he’d been notorious for it–particularly in the wake of senior groups who don’t know when to can it, like they’re not only on top because fortune favors the fucked up and vice versa. the truth hurts, and the only thing that’s changed in the name of it is that he now has ground that is more solid than it’s ever been before if he’s to take the fall. evolutionary tactics for the sake of survival. it’s that simple.

IDOL HISTORY

baggage? pass. any brand of mommy-daddy issues or familial dysfunction both nuclear or extended? forget about it. there’s absence, but in a world this big, who doesn’t want some negative space in their lives? brooklyn is being pushed and pushed til it spills over, and he’s caught in the flood. childlike wonder keeps him distracted most days–that, and a schedule of extracurriculars that has him up and running. life moves by the rhythmic click-clack of the L, the school bell ringing for every hour, and earbuds glued in on his way to baseball practice. the blueprint, epmd’s strictly business, odds and ends of music mixes and archives he clicks through, building up a little world of rat-tat and snares.

there’s a meaningfulness to it, a to-the-point truth, the same sort that his parents jot down or announce through television screens. he takes to it like breathing, and from then on it’s kind of all-consuming. experimenting with different sounds, moods, flows–ranging from embarrassingly bad efforts to perfectly decent with some polish.

opportunity knocks after high school graduation. the rare trip to seoul to visit his grandparents turns to an msg talent scout handing him a card for consideration. if there’s anything to be thankful for, it’s that he’d sprouted like a beanstalk the summer before–paired with him growing quite nicely into his features, there’s a chance here. and with passing auditions, it expands. jisung weighs the percentages in his head, a diploma in journalism versus the paper-thin degrees of (possible) fame and affluence. his parents look at him as if to say with their eyes, god, eighteen years, and only to raise atall dumbass?

the prideful creature that he is, jisung doesn’t know how that could be possible. it’s only when the trainee days hit that he realizes with silent horror that oh. they might’ve had a point.

being familiar with singing and rapping gives him a leg-up in evaluations, all for that to be for naught the second they have to learn how to dance. it’s probably the first time having legs this long and inflexible nearly screws him over, but that’s where fake it ‘til you make it is exceptionally handy.

it all ends sooner than anticipated, anyway (like all fever dreams do, you could suppose). a year and then some, and he’s slotted for msg’s upcoming boy group. they’re multifaceted and (for the most part) interesting. neither of these qualities, jisung also comes to understand, mean shit. but he clings anyway, because there’s that so-called “meaningfulness” to it that might as well be the proverbial titanic in the face of the iceberg called public opinion. and if there’s nothing else going for him, face and body aside, he’s got a nose for smelling out bullshit, and jisung knows, this is anything but. jumping ship isn’t happening anytime soon.

they keep releasing songs, performing, and releasing more songs, rinse, repeat ad nauseam. hope is a thing with feathers, except those feathers are molting real fast for some of them. the years drag on, the calls from his parents offering to terminate that damned contract once and for all more tempting by the minute. but he’s a twenty-something by now, and with it the buddings of adult responsibility. emphasis on buddings, because as far as the msg execs are concerned, he’s not doing anything along the lines of responsible.

case in point: what he says, or rather, does. his transparency is a double-edged sword, simultaneously refreshing and well, sharp. not in the way that they like, and especially when he uses it against (senior) industry mates taking the liberties to drag their lack of reputation through filth. pity is the last thing desired, but there’s something about soon to be has-beens themselves picking on small fry that doesn’t sit well with him. so (allegedly) ignoring such folks on broadcast to forgoing the honorifics with a drop of the hat, no doubt it’ll get the rumor mill running. it’s not until the public eye starts zeroing in on an apparent pattern of him not bowing to other acts on stage does msg bring the hammer down–reflecting the obvious resort, but the reminder-slash-warning of the bigger consequences if he isn’t careful.

but by then, he’s a different kind of desperate as is. re:group is taken to like a second chance, fever dream-like training sessions that feel like deja vu and all. three years in, and dignity be damned. he’s grateful for the chance. exposure feels both like a second skin and a novelty, fits him glove-sleek in spite of not lasting there all that long, let alone making it to the final cut. it’s enough of a catalyst, enough of tiny, tiny nudge to skyrocket them into an overnight success.

compromise, along with this “nothing to something” narrative, makes for a winning combination. it no longer becomes a matter of being talented but being marketable. the love calls begin soon after, and so starts the growing repertoire in endorsement deals and acting projects, and he’s looking to expand his horizons a little further. he’d been here solely for the music from the start, and always will be, but in the face of a changing sound, there’s something oddly relieving in filling a different path to success that is hard to deny.

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laughingpinecone · 6 years

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Trick or Treat letter

Likes: worldbuilding, slice of life (doubly so if the event the fic focuses on is made up but canon-specific), missing moments, 5+1 and the likes, bonding and emotional support/intimacy, physical intimacy, lingering touches, loyalty, casefic, surrealism, established relationships, future fic, hurt/comfort or just comfort from the ample canon hurt, throwing characters into non-canon environments, banter, functional relationships between dysfunctional individuals, unexplained mysteries, bittersweet moods, journal/epistolary fic where applicable, dreams and memories and identities, tropey plots when they make the uniqueness of the characterization and/or relationship shine

For art, I like works that feel more like a book illustration than a book cover, if you know what I mean? Regardless of the level of skill and detail involved, I like it a lot better when the picture feels like a candid photo of the character(s) than when it’s a pose.

Cool with: what-ifs, AUs, any tense, any pov, any rating, plotty, not plotty, IF, nerdy canon references, unrequested characters popping up

DNW: non-canonical rape, non-canonical children, unrequested ships, canon retellings

Ghost Trick

I love Cabanela being fierce and dazzling bright and determined and loyal to the very end, dancing to his own rhythm, so sure of himself and of his ideas that he doesn’t even need to prove to anyone that he’s right. Too sure of the wrong idea, once, and everything crashed and burned.

And I love Jowd being the immovable object to Cabanela’s unstoppable force, a self-depreciating asshole with a penchant for gallows humor that grows more morbid by the hour, and also incredibly smart (both assholes figured out Sissel’s powers better than Sissel did) and athletic and with an unsuspected talent for stealth.

I love how they work as a team, as best friends (with Jowd being the most important person for Cabanela, but Alma and Kamila being the most important for Jowd), I love how Jowd keeps his memories but Cabanela doesn’t and how this probably changes their dynamic in the new timeline. And what about the opposite, what about an alternate scenario where Cabanela is the one who keeps his memories? And I also ship them very much, especially in the new timeline with Alma (married couple+1) (honestly, Jowd knowing how much Cabs did for him and remembering him broken and bloodied is A Lot. especially if he’s a lil into it) or just the two of them when she is dead (no-reset scenarios etc).

But I also love how they play off other characters. Sissel has a great dynamic with both of them, Missile is also fierce and determined and loyal to the very end, Pigeon Man always needs more love especially from either or both his two canon friends, Jowd mentoring Lynne is a wonderful thing and so is their Special Investigation Unit equivalent aka Cabanela mentoring Memry… I like Yomiel’s potential with Jowd, they’re great foils with imho potential for a great odd friendship, while I’d ask for no Cabanela and Yomiel fic of any kind.

I also nominated Emma due to a Discord-induced plot bunny: it’s a pity she never learned that the annoying dog next door was in fact a wonderful, noble soul, so… could she ever find out? And then switch to writing about furries Maybe a slight what-if during game events where she dies and Missile saves her? Or just Emma being Emma, writing her gloriously trashy novels and living the life. I love her so.

Gorogoa

I'm interested in worldbuilding and connections between all the situations in the game. Both in fic and art, pick a corner, any corner (or more!) of this journey and explore it in any way that rings true for you. How is Gorogoa's presence palpable in the very fabric of this world, and how does the boy perceive it? How is... literally anyone and/or anything... connected to anyone and/or anything else? Pick a scene and run with it, really, I’m enchanted by the whole thing and curious to see more.

Obduction

Worldbuilding worldbuilding worldbuilding! And journals, if you like the format. I love all three mains and all possible friendships or… one-sided strained friendships between them. How does Farley live with the consequences of her plan? What did Josef do before he was elected, or after someone else succeeds him, or does he turn out to be an incredibly effective mayor after the game’s events when people need his brand of unrelenting enthusiasm to start a new life on a new planet? When does CW accept that he’s not going home again? How was Farley elected and why did she step down immediately? Do CW and/or Josef get to meditate with the Arai at some point? How’s friendship with a Villein? What do they find on this new world?

Out of all the possibilities given by OC obductees, one of my favorites is some unwitting D’ni getting pinecone’d during the Fall. Josef does greet us in D’ni after all, who taught him that? Just imagine the possibilities. Would they fit in? How? What would they think of the seeds as opposed to linking books? How would they take the fake Myst linking book and Unwritten rulebook that also got pinecone’d to Hunrath?

And what about Karl Hunrath himself? As soon as I found out that he was a real UFO enthusiast, I was hooked. This skirts close to RPF which usually isn’t my thing, but as an Uru fan sometimes you gotta draw the line a lot farther than usual. Just give me anything about this complicated man who threw away his life looking for aliens and ended up confined in an Earth bubble with a whole alien world outside… and eventually changed that place’s society so much that it was named after him.

From the Playstation patch: how’s Hunrath’s night life at the pub and what kind of barista is Farley (the recipes show her handwriting)? How did CW react to a whole-ass Russian submarine being pinecone’d right under his workshop?

Syberia

First game only please, no spoilers beyond that, although I hope to have at least started the sequel by the time the collection goes live. I just liked it so much that I had to request it… I like the mood of this world, how it feels weird to Kate but not too weird, and I like to imagine that her New York, too, was a little more fanciful than the one we know. The train, too, is a wonderful setting and always a joy to go back to. So I would ask for any kind of scene taking place on the train or focused on the train. Any character or platonic combination of characters – Oscar and Kate have an established odd friendship that I adore, they’re both fascinating characters in their own right and Oscar gets no solo focus while Kate’s more introspective moments are tied to her phone calls and her old life in NY, so I think there’s fertile ground for more fannish explorations. And Helena! Oh how I loved Helena. Did she and Kate bond during her trip? What kind of shenanigans could they be up to? Or what about Helena and Oscar, how does talking to a second automaton change her perception of both of them?

The Last Remnant

I love how distinct all these characters managed to be thanks to their battle quotes, their red bubble dialogues, and even their unique stat (‘authority’ is a natural fit for David but 'romance’ tells me something new about Sibal!). I fell in love with the overall feeling of this weird setting and especially with these characters, so I’m mostly asking for fic that explores their personalities, with a sprinkle of worldbuilding if you feel like it, or art that shows them living their daily lives.

Any and all Qsiti: just give me the deets on Qsiti worlduilding and I’ll be a happy camper. I ship these three very much but I’m also invested in their friendship and in each of them as a singular character. The fact that Pagus is a goddamn catch is one of my favorite things, and he can be a smart cookie with any of the other smart cookies in the party, or be a history buff with Glenys, or tutor Yuniver. Proud, paranoid chatterbox Maddox entrenched in his cover-up stories, finding it hard to stop being a spy and relax, maybe spending time with someone very simple, like Sheryl, or a very different kind of fellow veteran like Roberto. Self-assured Sibal who probably knows a lot about the mysteries of the underground world and is also the most romantic soul out of the entire cast, talking volcanoes with Paris or discussing the Rainbow Bond with Haruko? If you also like all three of them, either as old friends or as a ship, who of them comes up with what excuse to reconnect again now that Remnants are no more, or do they drop all pretenses and admit they just want to make up for lost time?

David: The outstanding cinnamon roll who accomplished so much, but at what cost :( I’m interested in post-canon for him, adjusting to a life without remnants - how did it feel to be bound to one or two of them anyway, and what’s it like without, and suddenly knowing you’ll be the first Nassau in who knows how long who’ll reach old age? - and without Rush. Speaking of whom, I’m cool with the ship and I love Rush’s role in the plot but I mostly didn’t connect with how Rush himself was actually written, so if you want to write him in I’d like a much bigger focus on his supernatural nature, how he was a strange boy with a good heart (Things Unchangeable meant so much to me!) who ignored human social conventions because he was not in fact human. If you wanna do a “Rush comes back” reunion fic, romantic or not, I’d like it to be more than a decade into the future and with emphasis on Rush’s Remnant nature. Back to David, who otoh is very much entrenched in human social conventions, I’d like to see him find support and friendship even outside his trusted Generals. I’d be interested in seeing him get closer to any unique leader you might like, I can easily see half the characters absolutely adoring him sooner or later. From the Duke of Ghor to Roberto, to sweet Zolean who knows what it’s like to lose someone dear and hope he comes back, or Rhagoh & Remnant Kate, or Paris or Jager or, eventually, even Allan…

Kate: identity shenanigans and characters who are not real in the conventional sense are always a fave topic of mine and Kate delivers. Is she still around after the Remnant that created her disappeared? Yes? No? Somewhere in between? Does she feel freed by this new development? In trying to find her own sense of self separate from Rhagoh’s, who does she reach out to?

Zolean: just give my boy something nice. Some extended closure. A found family who loves him. Someone to talk military strategies with. A pupil. Someone who knows the deepest roads of Siebenbur. A boyfriend. All of the above. This fish is too nice and too sad, please help him.

Twin Peaks

I figured Trick or Treat would be the best exchange to have a snowball’s chance in Hell of getting fanworks about the secondary characters of TPTR, so, here goes… I like the whole canon, books included, and the whole cast up to and including James, so feel free to add whomever your fanwork idea may require, nominated or not.

Cyril Pons: after he got unceremoniously booted from TV and had to adapt to living at the trailer park, what’s he like? Is he still a journalist at heart, has he ever walked into something news-worthy in the woods? Is he chummy with other good folks who like to venture into the woods (Hawk, Margaret etc)? Did the internet offer him new opportunities like it did Jacoby? How Mark Frost-like is he?

Freddie Sykes: used by supernatural forces beyond our comprehension, being made to kill a man and ? dissolve ? a demon, and then discarded like a, well, used glove, what’s next for One-Punch Brit? I’m interested in little surreal scenarios that could occur because of his glove and also any kind of bonding with other folks in town. We only see him with James, but if he’s here to stay, he’s gotta meet more people! Maybe he hits it off with Wally? The baseline for me would be that this glove is cool but also a responsibility, a disability, and has already packed quite some trauma on the guy.

Marjorie Green: Right off the bat, I thought she was adorable. I still think that and, after seeing people jokingly call her “the Dog Lady”, I noticed a few parallels between her and the more widely known Log Lady. Marjorie is another version of Margaret, the color green appears to be connected to the connections between worlds, and little Armstrong did tell her something that only he could perceive, jumpstarting the whole Buckhorn plot. Therefore: what other strange happenings did this unlikely duo stumble into? What does Marjorie see that we do not?

Maggie Brown: oh look it’s the Mandatory Sensible Person at the Sheriff’s station. Or is she? We don’t know much except that she looks so cool and sensible and I love her. Does she hang out with Andy and Lucy? What’s her relationship with the sheriffs? What about Chad? What weird things does she get to listen to through those headphones?

Jesse Holcomb: the yin to Maggie’s yang, this is still a request for Sheriff’s Station shenanigans but he’s the weirdo of the new crop and I love him. What the hell was that about… everything about him, really? Does he just appear at crime scenes out of seemingly nowhere? What???

Wally Brando: the king. Just give me anything Wally. Wally being Wally with Lucy and Andy being Lucy and Andy. Harry godfathering him and getting him into the whole Marlon Brando aesthetic (or Andy and Lucy themselves, heck, they’re the ones who named him that). Young Wally vs young Richard. Wally crossing through worlds on his cool motorcycle. Frank who just does. not. get. him. but Harry says he’s a good kid so he rolls with it. Wally being otherworldly cool in general.

Monica Bellucci: I’m equally down with “that dream was a spirit – maybe even Phil - communicating with Gordon by wearing a Monica Bellucci mask because beautiful women are all he understands” and “actual Monica Bellucci was a spirit all along. That’s just how things are”. Or any other even more ridiculous contextualization of that scene. The more batshit scenarios narrated with a completely straight face the better. Where does she hang out, and with whom? What were Gordon’s other Monica Bellucci dreams like?

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What 8 successful ADHDers crave you to know about how they get stuff done.

Whenever I’m working with my family, acquaintances, or peers, they ever ask me how I’m able to get so much better done.

My answer: “I have ADHD.”

That might resonate confusing, but realistically, parties with ADHD don’t always have problems with attention at least , not when we’re is currently working on something that excites us. In reality, ADHD often means that we can hyperfocus on awesome things for hours on end, although sometimes that comes at the expense of all the less-thrilling acts were supposed to be doing.( Why soak the recipes when you can build a rocket ship out of a cardboard casket and a disassembled vacuum cleaner ?)

Most beings with ADHD have to work 10 epoches harder to achieve seemingly basic organizational and era administration abilities skills that other people develop naturally over occasion. While drug can certainly help, it doesn’t do all the work by itself. As a result, we offer more self-conscious attention to life hacks, remembrance maneuvers, productivity shortcuts and other mental managerial arrangements … because we have to .

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Some say that people with ADHD are much more likely to start their own professions, perhaps because were built to tackle imaginative and entrepreneurial challenges.

While other people dont necessary to discover the same ploys that we do, they can benefit from them. In information, Id “re saying that” ADHDers have some of best available advisory opinions and rehearses for get stuff done even if we dont ever listen to that admonition ourselves .

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Here are 21 productivity gratuities from beings with ADHD that even non-ADHDers can learn from TAGEND

1. Habits are concepts you get free of charge. So get into ’em .

Even though Im not a natural creature of habit, I ever start my period with meds, then a shower, then breathes, then breakfast otherwise I know that Im going to forget one of those steps. Habits are virtually self-automation, which represents less brainpower spent on the interesting thing.

2. Always have a backup( or two, or three) and know where to find it .

I deter additional cables, chargers, adapters, medicine, and other things in my luggage at all periods. That way, whether Im going to the grocery store or on vacation, I dont have to worry about maintaining my phone charged.

3. Remember and alertings: love them and use them .

I even have a repetition 2 p.m. notification on my phone that says EAT SOME LUNCH, YOU IDIOT because, erm, I involve the reminder more than Id like to admit.( Also: IFTTT initiations to automate activities and sync between apps and accounts draw life behavior easier .)

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4. Keep a calendar, and planned in the time it takes for “youve got to” do events .

If it takes you additional time to keep a calendar or get into the headspace for a meeting? Factor that in when youre projecting your daytime too.

5. Pay attention to the your day’s ups and downs, and use them to your advantage .

Do you get sleepy claim after lunch? Then perhaps dont dive into that intense assignment at 1 p.m. Are you better when you answer emails in the morning and get active tasks done subsequently? Then do that. Anatomy out what works for you, and follow that planned .

6. Find your tempo and stick with it .

Even if youre not the slow and steady category, a regular blueprint of sprint and remain can still help you reach the finish line. “Sometimes I’ll start counting trounces in my manager to create a lilt, ” says Tv columnist/ director Hadley Klein. “It sounds crazy but for whatever rationale, it helps me think through occasions in a different way.”

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7. Stir a schedule. Check it twice. Then make another list. And another .

Graphic novelist Tyler Page says, I keep one main to-do index on my computer in a Sticky or TextEdit file. Bigger activities get their own rolls where they get broken down into smaller and smaller factors. The rolls also help with prioritizing something that needs to be done right away goes on the daily to-do list.”

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8. Prioritize action over attainment. Doing the thing.

This one comes from Patty Carnevale, head of revenue at Man Repeller. Weighing your progress in a tangible road can assist you seem more successful, which will then give you the drive to keep going.

9. Reward yourself for your accomplishments no matter how small-time .

If you’re someone who needs frequent feedback to get the necessary dopamine lift, then they are able to fake it by lodging a carrot in front of yourself to keep you going. Alysa Auriemma, an English teach, provides an example: I can speak that breathtaking online fanfic IF I get three articles graded!

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10. Turn the boring characters into a game .

I use a fitness watch which checks how many steps I take in a daylight and how many flights of stairs I clamber. Its fun to prepare the numbers go up , says Nalo Hopkinson, an award-winning scribe. She also reports her daily term count on Twitter, so that people are able to cheerlead her along.

11. Don’t dread the boring material. Just get it done. It’s faster that room .

Focus on the satisfaction that youre going to feel once youve finished the assignment, instead of on the time itll go for get onto done which, tells be honest, is perhaps less era than you think.( Of direction, although there are I know this works for me, it’s still easier said than done .)

12. The more you give occasions pile up, the easier it gets to ignore them . Find a route to keep it fresh . Im a addictive inbox zeroer because the longer that little red-faced notification bubble sits there on my phone, the more inclined I am to ignore it. So I differentiate all my emails as “read, ” then use an IFTTT trigger to prompt me later of things that is really require a follow-up or my attention.

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13. If occasions decline your knowledge, visual clues can help .

You are well aware that mantra, “Out of view, out of mind? ” For parties with ADHD, that’s reasonably literal to a fault. So it makes it possible to stick events right in our own faces so that we can’t miss them . When I was in college, I videotapeed a postcard to my accommodation door with the times I needed to leave by to make it to morning castes on time, says Rebecca Eisenberg, Upworthys senior editor.

14. Work with your brain , not against it . Do you tend to lose your keys in the shower? Then make a new residence for them in the bathroom, where youre already inclined to leave them. That way, theyre always there. Don’t fight your impulses. Use their impetu to your advantage . And on that note

15. Embrace your peculiarities and find a way to draw them work for you.

Everyones brain is different. A mint of ADHDers need to figure out on our own what works for us, rather than having person tell us whats the right way to do stuffs. For illustration: If someone else leaves me a directory of instructions or things to do that’s organized by their thought, it exclusively reaches me disappointed and confused. I have to create my own to-do inventories in my own method even if it does take more time.

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16. Take a end. Move around. Do a bit dance . Movement helps your intelligence get better. As alluring as it is to made the emphasis on discernible actions, its just as important to not do occasions and give yourself a chance to breathe. Sometimes a little interval can give you a lot of new view .

I use a portable movable stand table and a duet of bluetooth headphones so that I can mostly dance in place and write at the same duration. My partner reputes I’m weird, but it works.

17. Know when to call it a era . Its important to abide when youve reached the object of diminishing returns. Don’t be afraid to give your brain a respite, and come back to it fresh the next day . This’ll save you time in the long run too because the more you ability through your exhaustion, the longer it’ll take to recover.

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18. Identity your flaws and strengths, and be transmitted to others .

“My peers are well aware that in exchange for abiding all the things I do that reach me little dependable, they get a guy who are in a position think outside the box, that can create on the operate, that can wear numerous hats at once, ” says Upworthy’s fearless editor-at-large, Adam Mordecai.

“They also know that if they want something from me, I’m far likelier to get it done if they ping me immediately following chat rather than on email. Give your peeps know how to get the most out of you.”

19. Retain your seeing on the reward, but f orgive yourself and others . Everyones fighting their own uphill battles, and you’re not going to get anything done if you’re too busy hitting yourself up .( Youre not going to help anybody else be more productive if you externalize it and pick on them either .)

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20. Set your goals, but remain flexible.

Maybe you didnt get as much done today as you had hoped, but thats OK. Regroup, “re coming” with a new programme, and try to figure out what went wrong so you can do it better next time. Which fetches me to the last, and perhaps most important, lesson TAGEND

21. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

This is actually a quote from Samuel Beckett, but it also makes for the purposes of an good productivity mantra. The bad parts and failures are inescapable, and youll never overcome them all. But thats OK. Accept it, learn from it, and keep going anyway.

But you do have a mentality. So use it. GIF from “The Wizard of Oz.”

ADHDers understand one thing better than most people: Success is not a stationary target.

There’s no “one weird trick” that will actually bring you any closer to success.

Instead, the best we can hope for is to embrace ourselves for all our strengths and weaknesses, and continue feeling things to work toward. Perhaps that’s a new business seek, 15 simultaneous hobbies, or plainly recollecting to put your underwear on before your pants.

If that last part is a measurable clue, then for me, today was an extraordinary success.

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