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Only You (Ted Lasso x Fem!Reader)
Pairing: Ted Lasso x Fem!Reader
Summary: You and Ted have a moment in a closet at Roy and Keeley’s wedding.
Warnings: feelings, handjob/oral sex (m receiving), sassy (she is a warning of her own)
Word Count: 3.2k
a/n: i’m back! i’ve missed being active on here and writing, so i’m really excited to get this one posted. my requests are OPEN, so send things in! let me know what you want to see and i’ll either write it into a fic or do some headcanons or we can just talk!
You can find my masterlist here.
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It was a warm, sunny Saturday. The perfect day for Roy and Keeley’s wedding. You spent all morning helping Keeley get ready, and by the time she walked down the aisle she was buzzing with excitement. The morning had gone by in a blur, and it wasn’t until right before the ceremony you were able to check your phone.
Ted: Everything going okay?
Y/N: Yeah! We’re almost ready. See you in a few ;)
You and Ted’s friendship had slowly become flirty and more physical over the past few months. Nothing too extreme, but he now greeted you with a smile and a hug in the mornings. When he walked you home after your nights at the pub with him and Beard, a soft kiss on the cheek came after his goodbyes. Your favorite part, though, were the kisses that you now shared during your weekly post-match movie nights.
What started out as a soft peck had now become the occasional make-out session. Other than Sassy, you knew Ted’s sexual experience had been somewhat limited. With that in mind, and his most recent drama with his ex wife, you didn’t want to push him too far too soon. After being his best friend for so long, you’d started developing feelings for him. What you imagined would be the best hookup of your life, wasn’t worth sabotaging your chance of being with him.
You let out a content sigh as you breathed in Ted’s scent. He smelled like laundry detergent, and you could smell the light notes of his cologne from where your face was pressed to his shoulder. He’d chosen a rom-com for this week's post-match movie night.
The couple on scene held each other in a dramatic embrace before partaking in an even more dramatic kiss. Rom-coms weren’t your forté, but you loved hearing Ted ramble about them. Ted’s arm tightened around you while he watched as if he were scared you were going to get up and leave. You slowly lifted an arm from its place tucked between you to drape over his stomach. Ted relaxed even more under your touch as you lightly grabbed at the fabric of his shirt, just reminding him you were there.
As the ending unfolded you didn’t pay much attention, until you heard Ted speaking your name.
“Y/N?”
You tilted your head to look at him, not wanting to move from where you were now halfway in his lap. His face was so close to yours that you could smell the wine on his breath from dinner.
You heard him speak, “Do you want to watch another one? If not I can go-“
“No! None of that, it’s late and you’re buzzed.. You can stay here tonight. You know I don’t mind..”, your eyes were glued to his as he trailed off.
Instead of a response you just got a soft hum. Not that it mattered, you were too busy taking in his features anyway. Your eyes traced from his freckles, to his perfectly pointed nose, and when you reached his lips it’s like a switch flipped in his mind. The hand resting on your shoulder came up to stroke your hair, as it often did, but after a few seconds it moved around to cup your cheek.
You heard him gulp before stuttering, “Can I.. kiss you?”. His eyes slowly searched yours as you responded, “Please.”
Your eyes fluttered closed as he pressed his lips to yours. After a few seconds you both pulled away, hearts racing, and went right back in without missing a beat. As you kissed he held you tight, arms holding onto you in such a gentle Ted-like manner. When he pulled away, your breathing had picked up and your cheeks were flushed, and you could only giggle as you pushed your face back into Ted’s shoulder.
That became a weekly thing. When one of you had a particularly stressful week, when something good happened, when something bad happened. At movie nights and outside the Crown & Anchor after Beard went home. In your office at the club long after everyone had gone home.
Neither of you talked about it. Ted was worried you just wanted to hookup, like Sassy. For you, his feelings were legitimate and the idea of being shot down actually hurt. You were worried he didn’t feel the same, or maybe had legitimate feelings for her. After all, you did hear about his failed attempt at asking her out a few months back. Luckily she hadn’t come around since, and you were hoping it would stay that way.
You and Ted told each other just about everything, and you knew if he’d seen her since, he’d tell you. Deep down, you just hoped the next time she dropped in, she wouldn’t spend the night with Ted.
Your fears were put up to bat as you lined up at the altar. There she was, sitting towards the back by herself. Surprisingly, Keeley didn’t ask her to be part of the bridal party. Since Roy only asked Ted and Beard to be his groomsmen, she felt she should keep it small as well. The smirk Sassy wore made you feel uneasy. As if you knew what her end goal was.
Across the altar, your eyes moved to where Ted stood, and to your surprise he was already staring at you. His cheeks flushed when you caught him, but his smile matched yours.
After the ceremony everyone headed to the reception. It was glamorous, perfect for Keeley. Once everyone gave their speeches you snuck away to the bar. The feeling of a warm hand against your back made you jump.
“Hi angel”, you knew that voice anywhere.
You spun around to see Ted there, hair neatly combed, mustache freshly trimmed. He must’ve noticed your admiration when his cheeks blushed once again.
“Hi, Ted. Dance floor get too busy for you?”, he chuckled at your response.
“Right on, LeBron. You know me, just busting out the dance moves.”, his statement made you both chuckle.
The bartender brought your drink as Ted moved closer to you to get out of the waiter’s way. He didn’t move from where he was pressed to half of your back, though. Instead, he brought a hand up to rest on your hip. As you sipped your drink, his thumb softly stroked where your dress showed your warm skin.
He leaned in to whisper in your ear, “So what’dya say we-“
“Ted!!”, Sassy’s voice was loud as she approached your other side. Ted’s hand didn’t move, if anything he actually held you tighter, which had you smirking into your drink.
“Well, Hi, Sassy.”
“I was wondering if you’d like a guest in your hotel room tonight? You know, like-“
Ted politely cut her off, “I’ll pass, Sassy. But I hope you have a fun night!”
“What?”, she sounded shocked at his opposition.
“No, thank you, Sassy.”, by now you’d ordered another drink as you sat in the middle of a now-awkward conversation.
“But I thought we had a thing going on? Is that not what we do?”, she sounded almost offended.
“We used to, but it’s not the same anymore-“ Ted’s hand lightly squeezed at your hip as he spoke. “I don’t think we need to continue all that, Sassy. But I wish you the best! There’s lots of guys here that would love to-“, although he stayed polite her expression was one of annoyance and possibly disbelief.
“You know what? That’s fine, Ted-“ she glanced at you as she cut him a clearly fake smile, “You two have a good night.”
You and Ted stayed silent as she walked away, and both let out a sigh of relief the second she was gone.
Ted let out a whistle, “Well that was-“
“Yeah”, you chuckled with him.
“Didn’t want a night with Sassy Smurf?”, you tried acting nonchalant but you were eager to hear what he had to say.
Ted glanced down to where his hand was still holding you before responding, “You know, uh- I don’t- I’m not really interested in that anymore.”
“No?”
“Somethin’ else I’d rather do with my night”, his smile was bright as you began to grin.
“Oh? And what’s that?”, you teased.
His eyes darted around the room before he leaned in, his breath hot on your ear, “Lemme show you, darlin’”.
You looked up to meet his mischievous eyes as you bit your lip in excitement.
No words were spoken as Ted led you out of the ballroom and through a hallway, into a small empty office. No words were needed, though. You’d follow Ted wherever.
Your eyes traveled over his figure and how well it filled out his suit while he shut the door, locked it, and pulled the blinds over the small window.
His hands were characteristically stuffed into his pockets as he looked at you with the same admiration.
“Y’look beautiful, y/n.”, you could tell he meant every bit of the word.
“Thank you. So do you.”
“Good for Roy and Keeley, huh?”
“Oh, yeah. It’s been a long time coming.”, you softly mused.
Ted only stared at you as you waited for him to respond.
“What was this for, Ted? Are you feeling okay?”
Ted let out a soft chuckle as he came closer to where you stood against the wall.
“Oh, me? I’m fine as frog’s hair, just needed a minute alone with you.”, his arms opened as he met your figure and you went into them without hesitation. They were strong and intentional in the way they held you to him. He pulled away slightly, but didn’t dare let go of you.
Before you could say another word, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. Both of his hands gently cupped your cheeks and his thumbs softly stroked the skin there.
There was no rush as your lips softly met, parted, and met again. It was slow and deliberate. Every move was calculated. When you breathed in, you could smell so much of him, you thought you’d get a high from it. Your hands grasped the sides of his tuxedo, holding him close. One of your hands moved up to softly stroke the side of his face, and your insides burst into flames at the way it made him sigh into your kiss.
Ted slid a hand to your hip and used the leverage to inch you backwards against the wall. You slid your hands under the coat of his tuxedo rubbing softly at his back and holding him to you. Ted’s lips, more wet now, pressed against the corner of yours as he whispered, “S’this alright?”.
“Mhm”, you hummed in agreement as his lips traveled across your jaw. The hairs of his mustache tickled, but all you could focus on was the warm, wet kisses he began pressing to your skin. It was your turn to let out a sigh as he made his way down your neck and to your collarbones before pausing at your ear.
Sure, you’d kissed before. You’d even had a couple makeout sessions, but it never went this far. This was new, and it had the hot feeling of desire pooling deep inside you.
“Only want you, y’know that?”
If the new sensation of him kissing your neck weren’t enough, the admission of his feelings almost sent you into shock.
Your mouth fell open as he continued to nip and lick at your pulse point.
When you didn’t respond, he stopped and pulled away to meet your eyes.
“Y/n? You okay?”
“Y-yeah I just… Feels good, Teddy..”
You could see him grow more confident from your words. You could feel him grow more needy against your hipbone.
“Can I- should we keep going? We can always-“, you stopped his words by pulling him back in. This time when your lips met his, your tongue darted out to tease the sensitive skin of his lips. You could feel his breath hitch as his head tilted to the side in an effort to return the gesture. The way he held your face felt so protective, like he needed you to know he only wanted you.
You grew hot as you both moved faster, and Ted let out the first moan as you reached a hand around to his lower back and used to pull his hips closer to you. It was unmistakable, how turned on Ted was from the way his bulge was firm against your hip. You pulled his face down to where your lips could ghost across his jaw and over to his ear.
“Can I touch you, love?”
A breathy whimper left Ted’s mouth.
“O-of course, only if you want t- oh..”, his words trailed off into a low moan as you softly cupped his bulge through his dress pants. Ted groaned in your ear, only encouraging you even more. Your fingers lightly stroked his cock and he moved to put a hand against the wall before bringing you in for another deep kiss. His tongue immediately began to search for yours, as if it were some holy grail.
The kiss was sloppy. It was wet, messy, driven by built up tension. You traced the zipper of his pants and toyed with the button, silently asking for permission to continue.
“Y/n.. please, hun. Shit..“
The fabric holding the button to the pants seemed as if it were about to pop off as you undid it. Ted’s cock was hot and heavy tucked into his briefs, and for a split second he stopped kissing you to let his head fall onto your shoulder. His lips lazily skirted across your collarbone before biting hard, causing you to give his cock a squeeze. The moan he let out in response was filthy, needy, almost desperate.
“More, Ted?”
“Shit- yes, honey, yes.”
Ted’s eyelashes mimicked butterflies as they fluttered closed. His head fell backwards once you took him into your hand. There were a million ideas of what you could do with him going through your head, but you knew soon enough someone would come looking for you. You needed to know you’d have the chance for more.
“Ted, wait-“
He immediately stiffened and began moving away from you, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
You softly chuckled at his concern, “No, no.. I just- I don’t want this to be it.. I just want to make sure we’re on the same page because if not then I think we should stop..”
“What page are you on?”
“I don’t want this to be a one time thing, but I don’t want you to think it’s without feelings either. I have feelings feelings for you.. and-“
Ted cut you off with a gentle kiss, “I hear ya, darlin’. I’m there too. Shoot, we can stop here if you want.”
You flashed him a wicked smile as you squeezed him once more and hummed at the soft groan he let out.
“Just wanted to make sure I’d have the chance to do this again, love.”
“You can do this all you- all you want, sweetheart.. mmm”
You’d pulled his cock out from where it was trapped beneath his boxers. Looking down between the two of you, your mouth was practically watering at the sight of it.
Thick, heavy, tall. A pink angry tip, neatly trimmed hair at the base. Practically begging for the slightest touch from you. It seemed so fitting for the man who was currently melting under your touch.
Leaning your head down, you let a drop of spit fall where your hand was stroking him. The sounds it made were crude, but only turned both of you on more. Ted shoved his face into your shoulder as his moans poured from his lips, but the more you touched him, the louder he grew.
“Ted,” You tilted his head up towards yours, “Gotta be quiet, baby. Don’t want anyone hearing you.. Just me.”
Ted let out a needy whimper against your lips, “Only you, only you- mm”
His words were muffled by your lips as you pulled him in for another kiss. Ted kissed you like it was his sole purpose in life. Hands holding you as close as he could, tongue swirling against yours, hips rocking softly into your hand. Your hand pumped his cock at a steady pace, you were desperate to watch him fall apart for you.
“Oh, m’close- fuck”, he groaned as your hand tightened around him before you pushed him away slightly.
Still stroking him, you sank to your knees.
“Baby you don’t have to..”
His words were breathy, and you could tell he was about to finish. Without a second thought, you placed your swollen lips on the top of his cock while your hand stroked the rest of him.
Almost immediately, hot spurts of his cum hit your tongue. You eased the rest of what you could fit into your mouth as Ted rode out his orgasm. Throaty groans left his mouth as his cock pushed deeper into your throat, and his hands had found a home on your head. You let out a moan of your own after swallowing his release, you’d spent many nights imagining having his cock in your mouth. The real experience was better than you imagined.
As Ted came down from his orgasm, you gently pulled your mouth off him. By the reaction he had from the handjob, you weren’t entirely sure he wouldn’t fall to the floor from a little overstimulation. Not that you wouldn’t want to go there later, but not at your best friend’s wedding.
The sound of the doorknob jiggling broke through the muffled conversations outside, and your heart almost fell out of your chest. You scrambled to stand up while Ted attempted to fix his pants.
“That’s not the bathroom!”, you heard from outside the door. Ted’s blown pupils met yours as you both sighed in relief.
No words were spoken as you both calmed your breathing. Ted’s hand slowly raised to move towards your face, “Oh, you’ve got a little uh..” his words trailed off as he swiped a stray drop of cum from your cheek.
You took his thumb in his mouth before he could do anything else with it, and the groan he let out had you wanting to pull him to the floor right now, wedding be damned.
“Darlin’..”, Ted exhaled.
“Hm?”
“Did you mean that?”
“Mean what?”, your eyebrows furrowed as his eyes looked around the room anxiously.
“The part about the uh- the feelings n’all that”, he sounded like he expected you to shoot him down. His shoulders visibly relaxed at the sound of your breathy chuckle.
“Of course, Ted. Meant every bit of it.”, he flashed you a nervous smile as you brought him in for a kiss.
This time when his lips met yours, he held you in a gentle embrace. When he pulled away his fingers smoothed your hair back into place as best as he could.
“M’glad. Been hoping you’d say that for a while.”
“It was hard finding the words, and then with all you’ve had going on.. I’d rather be here as your best friend who loves you than ruin our relationship because I went too far too fast. One question though..”, you spoke as you slowly moved towards the door. Ted followed you and nodded for you to continue.
“You meant it when you told Sassy no more?”, you cocked a flirty eyebrow at him, but he knew your words weren’t just flirty banter.
“Been meanin’ to do it sooner, actually.”
His words brought a hopeful grin to your face as you both snuck your way back into the wedding.
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Notagoldfish Ted Lasso Disk Horse Masterpost
To make it easier to navigate, I'm going to try categorizing my wank by topic and putting it in this one handy dandy post to pin! I'll try to keep it up to date. LMK if I missed something or if a link is wrong or broken!
BAD STORYTELLING
Norman Bates-ass Final Shot
Lack of Catharsis
BH Reddit AMA - Suspension of Disbelief
MICHELLE LASSO
Ted the Stalker
BH Reddit AMA - Dr. Jacob
Objectification of Michelle
S3 DIDN'T DESERVE ITS QUEERS
Link - Business Insider + Keeley Commentary
Wasting Trent
Colin's Outing
TEDBECCA DEFENSE SQUAD
Link - That Shelf Review
Straightbaiting
Anon Hate Response - Straightbaiting
Eye-wateringly Frustrating
MISC. KVETCHING
Alternative Ending
Jamie's Dad
Jane Payne
SHITPOSTING
Dark Joke
Tom Wambsgans
Invasion of the Body Snatchers
Curious, Not Judgmental
FUN STUFF
Sexiest Nicktoon
Baz's Friend
Tedependent HC - Long Hair
Fav Higgins Moments
James Lance People Hunting Gifset
Tedependent HC - Rita Hayworth
James Lance Fanart
Rebecca and Trent HC
Trent and Keeley HC
#ted lasso#ted lasso critical#ted lasso season 3#ted lasso finale#tedependent#tedbecca#trent crimm#rebecca welton#keeley jones#michelle lasso#i woke up in an organizing mood
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The Buffy Re-watch: S2E14 (part 2)
Innocence
A bad dream for Buffy = extra info about a certain IT teacher.
Angelus just walking straight into Jenny's Uncle's hotel room.
Xander's Halloween memories coming in handy so they can steal from the military. That's one way of doing things.
Oz is a serious sweetie and kind hearted person. I can't help but love him.
Spike is feeling left out of Dru and Angel's plan. It will only get worse from here buddy.
Even Giles is pissed off at Jenny for omission of truth.
The Sunnydale Mall, go to where the where the people will be.
Buffy called The Judge a Smurf. I don't think Smurfs would want anything to do with him, or Papa Smurf would try to turn him good, like he did for Smurfette.
Weapons development has come a long way since The Judge was first around. They didn't have rocket launchers, proven weapons that can take down enemies of Leon Kennedy in Resident Evil (the second one came out in 1998, so I think I can get away with making this reference).
Wow, there's a blast from the past. Quest for Camelot posters are shown in some shots, I remember the trailers for the film but I don't know if I even actually watched the film. Was it any good?
'Uh, arm' That's how I would do the clean up too, Oz. To be fair, it wasn't that long ago since he discovered that vampires and demons were real and that a severed arm could move on its own. So, you can forgive him for being hesitant at picking it up.
Go Buffy, kick the shit out of Angelus. Could Buffy have killed him here, yes. However, she is in no way ready to deal with emotional torment that will come with doing so. She needs time to come to terms with what has happened to him and the consequences that will follow so she can move on. She knows that Angelus is more than capable of killing her, so she needs to gain as much strength as possible before they finally fight him. She also needs to hate him to kill him to make it easier when she does.
Giles being the best supportive father figure. He doesn't judge her or scold her, just gives her love and compassion. Being angry with her won't make the situation better, it will just make it worse. She never intended for this to happen, she didn't know it could. Giles knows she just needs to be prepared for the future and be here for her. Side note: I finished watching Ted Lasso at the time of re-watching this episode, so to see ASH play a nicer Rupert was good, because the Rupert he plays in Ted Lasso I wanted to punch him every time he came on screen. Rebecca deserved better than that twat.
Joyce is being a good mum, she can always tell that there is something wrong with Buffy but doesn't press her for answers and is just there for her instead.
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The noun project t shirt
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I write HeyDingus, and release wallpapers, shortcuts, and scripts because it’s fun and I love giving back to the community. My Ted merch comes in a variety of colors and styles! You can also find all three designs available as t-shirts, sweatshirts, tank tops, and more on Cotton Bureau. I Believe in Believe (multiple): 6K | Tablet | Phone Shirts I Believe in Believe: 6K | Tablet | Phone This wallpaper comes in a couple of styles.Ĭredit: Apple for the phrase and its style. The “I Believe in Believe” graphic, I think, is like showing off a promise to be positive, to have confidence in the best of one another, and to never lose hope. There were already a mountain of the classic “Believe” poster designs out there, so I went with a different take on the show’s most iconic bit.
“ Whistle” by Icon Lauk, from the Noun Project.
“ Pyramid Mustache” by Vectors Market, from the Noun Project.
“ Aviators””by Tatiana, from the Noun Project.
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Get this royalty free image & millions more free icons from the worlds most diverse collection. With help from the amazing creators who make their creations available on the Noun Project, I’m quite happy with the result. Free vector & PNG Tshirt image 19703 by Pavel Pavlov. So I tried my hand and putting together one of Ted. I’ve always been impressed by minimalist graphic art that abstracts a character, but that you can, nevertheless, still recognize. To move onward and forward.Ĭredit: “ goldfish” icon by Nook Fulloption from the Noun Project. It came up again in the final episode of Season 1 when Ted tells the team that after you’re done being upset about something, it’s best to just forget about it. “You know what the happiest animal on Earth is? It’s a goldfish. It originated in this sweet interaction between Coach Ted and player Sam after Sam makes a bad play: The first design comes from what is perhaps my favorite mantra from all of Ted Lasso. Each of them come as both wallpapers for your device and shirts for your back! Be A Goldfish In celebration of Season 2, I’m thrilled to release some fan art designs that I’ve been working on. I’ve written about how much I loved Ted Lasso before, and my rewatches have only strengthened that adoration for the characters, the storyline, and the positive messages it promotes. My wife and I finished rewatching the first 10 episodes earlier this week, and plan to indulge in S2E1 tonight.Īnd, because I’m a nerd, I’ll be making Ted Lasso’s biscuits to enjoy during the episode. I’ve spent the last couple days diving deep into the fandom by listening to The Incomparable’s season one recap podcast: Football is Life (which is excellent, by the way). (*This is not a paid advertisement/endorsement for Noun Project I just really like the site.That’s right, I’m just as excited as the rest of the world for the second season of Ted Lasso, the first episode of which dropped today. Here are three of my favorite wacky ones – what’s your guess for what they represent? It’s also just fun to type words into the search and see what comes out. The free version is still great, but you’ll need to include the attribution for the designer whenever you use it (which the designers deserve!).
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I pay for the pro version because you can download as many icons as you want into different colors without attribution. Designers post their icon designs on the site and are paid for the downloads or the attribution. The site is easy to use and fun to explore. I use Noun Project exclusively for my icons*. I use them mostly to tag to blog post categories, but it evolves as categories change – I recently added a summer icon as a featured image as well. If you are regular Agile Faculty blog reader, you see my use of icons regularly in the featured images for each post and sometimes in the posts themselves. Such handy little communication tools – less cheesy than emoticons but can still convey a lot of information in just a few drawn lines.
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Happy List part 2!
This is making the rounds again, thanks to everyone who tagged me to spend some time pondering the things in life that make me smile (@sleepyfacetoughguy @whatwouldmickeydo @mickeyssleevelessflannel @southside-forever ), here are a few that I have come up with:
1) That moment in Pitch Perfect when Ben Platt comes out on stage to sing I’ve Got the Magic in Me and he goes from being super nervous and quiet to getting super into it and flirting with the crowd and singing harmonies with his best bud and generally killing it. (Special shoutout also to that scene/song for gratuitous UTK we love him and we love to see it) 🖤
2) When you arrive to meet a friend and they are early and have also stopped to get you coffee without asking because they know what coffee you like and want to do something nice for you.
3) Rediscovering old songs that you loved and hearing them in new ways now you’re grown (inspired by This American Life telling me what Saving All My Love For You was about all these years).
4) Finding a really good conditioner for your hair.
5) The early days of Autumn where it’s not too cold but you put a jumper on anyway because you just want to feel cosy.
6) When you order something pretty basic at a restaurant but they cook it so well that it’s the best version of that thing you’ve ever eaten (inspired by the three bites of pancake I had off my friend’s plate this morning after eating all of my own breakfast because it was the best damn pancake I’ve ever encountered)
7) Meeting up with a pal you haven’t seen in a while and jumping straight back into it no ‘how you been’ no ‘sorry it’s been a while’ just ‘hey you’re here, kettle’s just boiled you will NOT believe what Phil said to me last night’ like you’ve never spent a day apart.
8) TV shows creating roles for older women that are complex and lively and interesting to watch. I’m looking at you Ted Lasso, and you Sex Education. Rebecca Welton and Jean Milburn I worship you both!
9) Living in a country where they build towns so you can walk places.
10) Videos of capybaras because they are ridiculous
11) Lauryn Hill singing His Eye is on The Sparrow in Sister Act 2 (I stole this one from Leah but it deserves multiple entries because. Yes.)
12) Single purpose gadgets. I don’t buy them, but I do love to go into a kitchen store and look at them. A machine JUST for coring apples? One JUST for peeling garlic? Doesn’t crush the garlic, just peels it. You need another thing for crushing. Nothing makes me more overjoyed than a stupid expensive completely superfluous single purpose gadget.
13) Animals doing human things.
14) Gallacrafts. Such an amazing outpouring of creative energy and a great reminder not to try and make everything perfect. A brilliant concept from the beloveds, long may it reign.
15) Paperchase. It’s a shop. If you know you know.
16) When a Question Friday answer sparks a conversation between people that I am not a part of. It makes me feel like such a matchmaker! Like, ooh, my question helped create this moment right here and now maybe you two will be friends! I don’t know if that’s a little possessive or not? Like I’m taking credit? I never get involved, I just love to see it.
17) Painting my nails. I don’t get to do this often because I work with food and it’s a hygiene concern, but when I have extended breaks from work I love to sit down for a couple of hours and give myself a really good home manicure. #selfcare.
18) Figuring out a problem and how to fix it. My dad died 7 years ago this year and before that I was not very handy. And since I have become a much more practical person with a lot more knowledge about how things work and I love the feeling of having worked something out and fixed it. It’s an achievement/pride thing, but also I think it makes me feel a little more connected to him. He was very handy.
19) Dumb inside jokes with old friends that ceased to be funny a hundred years ago but still make those of you on the inside howl with laughter. Aroo.
20) Finding out you’re good at something! Who knew!?
21) Going to the big supermarket late at night and wandering around without a list just picking things up that seem interesting.
22) Woolly tights and the weather for wearing them.
23) The new starbucks drive-through at Thame services on the A418.
24) Finding the perfect gif to send in a conversation and managing to send it before the conversation moves on. I love gifs y’all. They are a gif-t (lol) to the modern text conversation.
25) Using a notebook, not just for best. I used to buy tonnes of notebooks and never use them because I didn’t want to ruin them and that was pretty dumb of me. So now I use them, and I feel great using them, and the fact that I am using them makes me happy.
26) I said this in the last one but it remains true. You guys. Every day I get to laugh with/laugh at/cry with/scream at/flail with or even just chat to some of the dumbest smartest funniest most observant least judgmental all around awesomest crowd of dinguses (gender-neutral, affectionate) I have ever found on the internet. And it is magic. So thanks.
I am late to make my list, I am working my way through all my mentions and trying to spread out the non-fandom stuff so as not to spam you, so I’m not sure who will have done this or not. But I’m tagging a bunch of you and you can do it or not, though I suggest you do because it is very nice and fun 😊
@tectonicduck @okaydays @messedwithmandy @jenatte @bazgallaghermilkovich @7x10mickey @keeloca @emsemotional @grabmyboner @dreamylyfe-x @xemi @mickeymilkovichapologist @mikhailonely @abundanceofnots @unbridgeabledistances
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Unexpectedly Greek
In trade for the fun Bifrost writing prompt, @yourheartonfire had a great one for me:
The local animal rescue gets a report of three stray dogs trapped in a construction site. But when they get there they find a single animal: Cerebus, the three headed hound of Hades.
Here we go; 1324 words!
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When Sherry and Lou arrived in the animal control van, all they’d been told was that there had been a report of three dogs trapped at the construction site behind one of the tackier casinos. The place was Greek god themed, with an emphasis on Zeus, a terrible idea as far as Sherry was concerned. She was explaining this to Lou for the second time when they pulled in to park.
“Zeus is the reason for half the problems in Greek mythology,” she said, undoing her seatbelt. “Couldn’t keep it in his pants, wouldn’t take no for an answer, and terrible judgement. It���s amazing there’s no legend of Hera finally murdering him and taking over the pantheon.”
Lou nodded as he pocketed the keys. “That wouldn’t even be out of place. Didn’t he kill his own dad?”
“I thought so too, but it sounds like he just imprisoned him.” Sherry opened the door and hopped out. “After a bloody revolution, of course. Zeus has two approaches to problem-solving: give it a good stabbing, or give it a good stabbing, if you know what I mean.”
They chuckled over that while they grabbed catch-poles and headed in the direction of voices. This place was pretty empty as casino property went. The guard at the gate was the only person they’d seen yet among the various stones, boards, and heavy machinery.
“Hello?” Sherry called. “Animal control!”
Exclamations and scrambling sounded from behind a stack of concrete blocks, and three men appeared. They were wearing hard hats and panicked expressions. The tall one hung back to keep an eye on something out of sight. The oldest one stepped forward to greet them.
“Hey, thanks for coming,” he said, speaking quickly. “I’m Ted. These are Dorian and Kyle. Did you bring any tranquilizer darts with you?”
“Are the dogs suffering?” Sherry demanded, “Or dangerous?”
Ted got as far as “D—” before the most godawful bellowing filled the air. It could have come from a dog, if the dog was built like a tank and half that size. The three construction workers flinched.
The animal control experts just stared. “Is that one of them?” Sherry asked, pointing in the direction of the noise.
Ted nodded.
The lookout, Kyle, announced, “It’s still in there, but the block is tipping. I think he’s gonna push his way out.” He edged to the side, hiding as much of his body as possible from whatever was around the corner.
“How big are we talking?” Sherry asked.
“Are all three of them that size?” Lou said at the same time.
Ted shook his head. “One dog, three heads,” he said. “I only said three dogs because the person on the phone wouldn’t have believed me if I said a monster.”
“Conjoined twins aren’t monsters,” Sherry said reflexively. Another roar shook the air. “I’ve never heard of a three-headed dog surviving past infancy, much less something big and strong.” She moved to look around the corner.
A large pipe lay bracketed by concrete blocks, which had clearly been set there by the crane nearby. The block at one end was indeed wobbling like something was pushing from inside the pipe.
“You know that prank calls come with a fine, right?” Sherry asked, glancing back at Ted. “If that’s some of your buddies in there, no one’s going to be laughing.”
Ted stepped back at a renewed surge of deep-voiced barking. “No prank. You’ll see in a second, I think. Got those darts handy?”
Before Sherry could answer, a thunderous crack sounded and everyone jumped. She looked back to see the pipe crumble as something that truly deserved the name monster fought its way out.
It was huge, black, and just as three-headed as promised. Long-necked and serpentine, and Sherry wasn’t imagining the red glow in its eyes. A thin tail lashed behind it, more snakelike than any dog Sherry knew. The central head lifted in a howl. The other two joined in. Unearthly and primal, the sound made Sherry’s knees weaken in a way they never did.
Someone was talking. Ted’s voice.
“We lured it in there with food, then dropped the last block behind it,” he said. “It just appeared out of the dig site, where the casino’s excavating for their Hades wing.”
Sherry’s head whipped around. “A three-headed dog appeared in the Hades wing? Are you kidding me?”
“No, really! It just walked out of the hole, the one with the stones from the real Greek temple!”
Sherry waved her arms, nearly hitting Lou with the catch-pole. “Did it occur to anyone that you’ve somehow called up Cerberus into the heart of Las Vegas??”
It hadn’t. The three men shuffled a bit, glancing nervously back to where Cerberus was currently sniffing around for more food. “We were busy throwing our lunches at it so it didn’t eat us,” Ted said.
“Okay, okay, let’s think this through,” Sherry said with a look at Lou. “He’s not trapped, he’s not hurt, and he might actually know the way home. We should see if we can lure him back into that hole. Where can we get lots of meat quickly?”
Five minutes later, the hotel buffet was significantly emptier, and someone would be coming for answers soon. But that was a problem for later. Sherry and Ted coordinated the operation: Sherry tossed hamburger patties with Lou while the construction workers laid a trail toward the portal to hell. It was as good a plan as any.
“Peegain speeti,” Lou recited, mispronouncing the phrase from his phone’s translator. Sherry hoped that it sounded at least something like “go home.”
Thankfully — oh so thankfully — Cerberus played along. Despite the hellfire eyes and the jaws that could snap any of them into pieces, the giant hound behaved like a dog. A hungry one.
Sherry ran out of hamburger patties and moved on to hot dogs, skipping backward while the three heads squabbled over which got which piece. Lou was throwing handfuls of taco meat and bacon bits. Cerberus ate that too.
He followed them to the entrance of the dig site, which the trio had hurriedly vacated. A trail of meatloaf chunks and ribeye steak led into the depths. With his three heads vacuuming the ground and his tail waving happily, Cerberus disappeared into the hole.
Sherry did a headcount. She found all present, and two filming the scene.
“Really, Lou?” Sherry asked.
“No one will believe us otherwise,” he replied levelly, phone still trained on the hole. “And if this is how I die today, then I want there to be a record of it.”
“Fair enough.” Sherry wiped her hands on her pants and stepped forward, listening hard. “I think he’s still eating,” she said.
Then the chewing stopped. Sherry held her breath. She could just picture the heads sniffing around for anything they’d missed. Would they turn back towards the sunlight, or return home? Was half the buffet enough?
Something rumbled: a grinding sound like rocks moving. Silence. Then grinding again, followed by a thud. Sherry had seen enough movies to interpret that as a magical door opening and closing. She went limp with relief.
“I think he’s gone!” she announced. The others cheered and congratulated each other. “Who wants to go down and check?” she continued. “Not it.”
There was a hearty round of disagreement.
Ted laughed. “I heard that door shut. I’ll look if you want to be the one to explain to the casino owners why they should fill this basement with cement, and ship the stones back to Greece.”
“Ooh, good point,” Sherry said.
Lou was reviewing his footage. “You know there’s a strong chance they’ll try to lure him back again so they can sell tickets, right?” he asked.
Sherry looked over at the broken pipe, whose scattered fragments held deep clawmarks. “If they do,” she announced, “I’m calling out sick that day.”
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STUDY : TSUKINO USAGI ♡
♡ BASICS.
♡ IS YOUR MUSE TALL / SHORT / AVERAGE? Usagi is the shortest of all of her friends. She’s 4′11″ or 150 cm and yes, she’s fun-sized.
♡ ARE THEY OKAY WITH THEIR HEIGHT? Yes and no. Her lack of height can come in handy sometimes, but it really is a pain in the butt to buy pants. She compensates with shorts and skirts and she can’t really complain because she’s looks amazing in them. And her boyfriend’s face is too far away from hers for her own liking, but standing on tip toe for a kiss feels like something out of a romance, so she can deal.
♡ WHAT’S THEIR HAIR LIKE? Long, blonde, and shiny. She tries to keep it cut to around knee/calf length but ever since she awoke as the Moon Princess, her hair seems to want to grow much farther than than of its own accord and... well it seems to get a little lighter over time. She keeps her hair up in her signature odango-and-pig-tail style on either side of her head. The hair style is held to together painstakingly with hair bands and bobby pins, all of which come out when she goes to sleep. Sometimes she’ll wear her hair in two low pigtails when she sleeps but more often than not, she lets her hair loose.
♡ DO THEY SPEND A LOT OF TIME ON THEIR HAIR / GROOMING? Hahahahahahahhahaha. What do you think? YES. Usagi’s hair is one of the few things she puts real effort into. Her hairstyle itself takes a lot of time to do (She’s got the thing down to a science but it still takes her around 10 minutes and would take anyone else a LOT longer), not to mention what she does to keep her hair healthy. Usagi has a whole basket of hair products in her room, ranging from shampoos, conditioners, hair masks, and oils. Maintaining all that hair is hard, okay?
♡ ��DOES YOUR MUSE CARE ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCE / WHAT OTHERS THINK? Yes and no. She definitely cares what she looks like. She loves fashion and putting together outfits so she looks kawaii wherever she’s going (this also counts work as an adult, she will be the girl in the office wearing the cutest blouse and skirt combo with a pair of adorable kitten heels and this will clearly fool everyone into thinking she can adult). But she doesn’t really do that because she cares what others think. She does that for herself, to make herself happy. And if people happen to think she looks good, well that’s a plus. She can be a little vain like that, but who isn’t?
♡ PREFERENCES.
INDOORS OR OUTDOORS? outdoors
RAIN OR SUNSHINE? sunshine
FOREST OR BEACH? beach
PRECIOUS METALS OR GEMS? gems
FLOWERS OR PERFUMES? flowers
PERSONALITY OR APPEARANCE? personality
BEING ALONE OR BEING IN A CROWD? being in a crowd
ORDER OR ANARCHY? order
PAINFUL TRUTHS OR WHITE LIES? painful truths
SCIENCE OR MAGIC? magic
PEACE OR CONFLICT? peace
NIGHT OR DAY? day
DUSK OR DAWN? dusk
WARMTH OR COLD? warmth
MANY ACQUAINTANCES OR A FEW CLOSE FRIENDS? a few close friends
READING OR PLAYING A GAME? GIVE ME GAMES OR GIVE ME DEATH
♡ QUESTIONNAIRE.
♡ WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR MUSE’S BAD HABITS? HAHAHAHA. Okay do y’all even have TIME to read this? Seriously, there are a lot. To name the biggest bad habit of hers, it’s over-indulgence. Usagi shamelessly indulges in EVERYTHING she loves to the point of excess sometimes. She’s banned from a couple buffets because of her eating habits, the girl is a black hole for food, and will eat whatever she wants to eat. She wastes money on food, mostly junk food because she doesn’t cook.
Despite the fact that she can’t cook, she will buy ANY cute appliance available for the kitchen that she can. Hello Kitty Toaster? Got it. Sailor Senshi chopsticks? GOT THE WHOLE SET (of course for when everyone comes over, they can eat with their designated chopsticks, duh). Mickey Mouse Waffle Maker? BOUGHT (Girl doesn’t know how to make waffle batter). Every single cup she owns has a character on if from some anime, movie, or manga. She even has commemorative Sailor Senshi cups too. Oh you thought it ended with the chopsticks? NOPE. She spends money on plushies, pillows, pens, bags, etc, of her and her friends and does it QUITE HAPPILY. Of course, the thing she buys the most of (besides herself)? Tuxedo Mask. Tuxedo Mask plushies. A Tuxedo Mask pillow case for a body pillow (listen don’t judge her), the rare Tuxedo Mask action figure and the Tuxedo Mask vibr-.... Well let’s just say that she doesn’t only buy every day items with his brand.
A lot of her indulgence has to do with money because she has no impulse control. If she sees a cute thing, she wants it, she buys it. Be it items or clothes. And whatever she buys usually ends up... Well, not put away. Usagi can be pretty messy (it’s a system that works for her, okay), to put it simply. And she’s messy because, to put it quite frankly, she’s kind of lazy. She’s a queen procrastinator who prefers to play games, read manga, doodle, and SLEEP rather than do homework or chores. Usagi would rather do anything under the sun except her responsibilities and everyone who knows her knows this. Boy, do they know this.
That being said, when she is facing her responsibilities as Sailor Moon, she does almost a complete 180. The Earth is her responsibility to protect and she will do anything she has to to keep it safe. Even if it means sacrificing herself. Despite how selfish she can act with certain things (food mostly, she’s like Joey, JOEY DOESN’T SHARE FOOD), Usagi will give herself to save a life in an instant. No hesitation. Because to her every life is precious. The world is precious. So if she has to use her crystal to the point where she has no life energy left to defeat someone evil or divert an asteroid, she will. If she has to throw herself into an abyss to defeat an enemy and save everyone else, she will.
You may be asking yourself why I wrote that all out. “Altruism is a good thing!” I did it because the level of altruism she displays is destructive. To herself. She is so willing to save everyone that if she sees her own demise as the only way to keep everyone else from dying, she will let herself die. And that’s not giving up. Giving up would be going without a fight. Usagi is gonna fight until her very last breath and that’s gonna be what takes her. Unless someone can come up with a way to save everyone where she won’t have to do that, there’s no stopping her, either.
♡ HAS YOUR MUSE LOST ANYONE CLOSE TO THEM? HOW HAS IT AFFECTED THEM? Yes and no. Usagi and her friends have all died more than once. Losing them and Mamoru the first time it happened was absolutely devastating to her. She still has nightmares of seeing their bodies lifelessly laying in the snow. Of watching Mamoru, her prince, die in her arms and then be taken away from her only to become a pawn for the enemy.
The first deaths are the hardest to get over.
And then watching one by one as her friends were taken by the Black Moon (she only BARELY saved Venus, if she didn’t have Mina-P with her, she doesn’t know if she would have been able to go on like she did), her future daughter was corrupted so heinously that she took her own father hostage for her own amusement, and then Sailor Pluto’s death.
I won’t even get into how Galaxia practically vaporized Mamoru in front of her and she was so traumatized that she wiped it from her own memory and was convinced he got on the plane to America. Or how Galaxia also did the same to her friends. There are nights Usagi wakes up in tears with the awful inability to breathe and the only thing that can calm her down is hearing their voices.
She clings tight to Mamoru when anyone gives him an all too appreciative lingering look (seriously, the man is too pretty for his own good, he attracts so many bad guys) because god forbid they end up turning out to be something evil and try to take him away from her.
The long and the short of it is that Usagi definitely has some form of PTSD. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.
♡ WHAT ARE SOME FOND MEMORIES YOUR MUSE HAS? Usagi had a sunny life and continues to live wearing rose-tinted glasses even when she has to stop and save the world now and then. She has so many fond memories of growing up like playing dress up with her mom, meeting Naru in primary school, playing in parks and going to the beach with her family. She has even fonder memories of meeting her best friends, her sisters in arms, in middle school.
And, despite how it ended, sometimes Usagi likes to think on some of the memories from her past life in the Silver Millennium. How she and the senshi would spend day after day with each other. Memories of her mother doting on her and of extravagant balls held in opulent ballrooms. Memories of meeting the beautiful prince of Earth and of the first time she felt his lips on hers.
She has an awful lot to sort through.
♡ IS IT EASY FOR YOUR MUSE TO KILL? Hell no. She struggles with that idea. The only time she kills is when the enemy has shown their truest form and she has no choice. Otherwise, Usagi will do her damnedest to save everyone. The bad guy included. Because everyone deserves a second chance to do the right thing.
♡ WHAT’S IT LIKE WHEN YOUR MUSE BREAKS DOWN? Usagi is known for being a crybaby. We establish this early on when we meet her. So one would think her break downs are loud and dramatic because that’s how she is when she cries. That’s... Not strictly true though. When Usagi breaks down, really breaks down, its because she’s holding onto her pain quietly. Usagi breaks down with silent tears and full body sobs. She breaks down with trembling hands and their white knuckle grip on her pillow that she’s holding against her face to muffle when she can’t be quiet anymore.
She breaks down alone.
When someone finds her and tries to comfort her, it can go one of two ways, either she’ll just keep letting it out and allow herself to be comforted, or she’ll suck it all back in, put a stopper in it and assure whomever it is that she’s fine, really, she was just crying because Lawsons didn’t have any more red velvet cake, honestly.
When Usagi breaks down, she’s at her lowest emotionally, usually feeling horrible about herself. That’s a point that you’d think would be particularly difficult for her to get to right? Right?
♡ IS YOUR MUSE CAPABLE OF TRUSTING SOMEONE WITH THEIR LIFE? She literally does this all the time. Usagi is an amazing judge of character. Not counting her senshi, Usagi has put her life in the hands of people that her allies considered untrustworthy multiple times. And she was right to trust every single one of them. The first one being Tuxedo Mask, then the Outer Senshi. After that, Hotaru. Helios. The Starlights. Usagi knows when she can trust someone with her life and yes, yes, YES, she is very capable of doing it.
♡ WHAT’S YOUR MUSE LIKE WHEN THEY’RE IN LOVE? Haaaaaaaaaaaa, gosh. Usagi in love is... She loves with her whole self. Usagi is not good at hiding her emotions, even when she’s trying to hold them in. She’s the definition of ‘heart on your sleeve’ because she’s so very open with her emotions and she doesn’t know any other way to be.
When Usagi is in love, you can take one look at her with the person she loves and it’s obvious. We’re talkin’ heart eyes muthafucka. She’s clingy, likes to touch and be affectionate a lot. And, this goes back to her indulgence thing, she has no problem letting her person know she wants them when she wants them and indulging in that. She’s not subtle in anything with her love.
She is very physical in her love, but that’s because that’s how she is. But being in love is also tender. Kisses pressed into sleep warm skin, banter and giggles over breakfast (that the other person made because once again, ya girl cannot COOK), cuddling on the couch or in bed while having soft conversations or talking about their day, going out to spend the day at the park or where ever for a day date, romantic dinners in her favorite restaurants or, even better, at home. It’s secret smiles and softened eyes and soft brushes of skin. It’s being completely open and endlessly patient when the other person can’t be just yet. Usagi in love is both in-your-face and achingly tender.
And yes, I know that Usagi had heart eyes when she saw Rei. Listen. Usagi has a big heart. Like a humongous heart. She falls in love easily. She could say she’s in love with her ice cream and totally mean it, okay? Usagi loves with all of herself and that’s not just romantically. But the type of “in love” Usagi can be in, because of her heart, can seem fickle, even when it’s not to her. Just because she started loving one thing doesn’t mean she doesn’t love something else just as fiercely.
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Sun Wukong’s got super chiseled abs and works on his core 24/7 because he’s a himbo. Yang’s got super toned arms because of course she does, she’s gotta be able to punch Grimm in the face. Sun’s really flexible- being a monkey Faunus comes in handy, while Yang’s got these rough, calloused hands that can be unbelievably gentle when they’re threading through your hair. Sun’s got amazing thighs and quads- he’s super acrobatic and he’s gotta be able to store all the energy for those super explosive jumps somewhere right? Meanwhile Yang’s calves look like they’re carved out of marble because she’s 100% built for distance and endurance. Sun’s got a great ass that no one knows about except the rest of team SSSN because he wears fucking jean shorts. Meanwhile Yang got the first jiggle physics in the show because she deserves them and likes to wear super cute bras when she’s on dates because she’s usually stuck in two sports bras any other time. Sun’s hipbones would make your mouth water- core workouts aren’t all about upper abs, gotta train your lower core too, bro. Meanwhile Yang’s shoulders are amazing leg rests- super comfortable and sturdy. Both Yang and Sun’s backs might as well be porn on their own, each line made by their muscles etched into their skin. And both these kids know they’re fucking hot. The sunny dragon and the monkey king, burning bright as their namesakes. They love getting people’s attention, showing off and being super flirtatious, but are also super loving and caring in quiet moments when the time calls for it.
And Blake Belladonna gets to be sandwiched between the both of them. Because she deserves it. Thanks for coming to my TED Talk
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How Losing Can Feel Like Winning (The Right And Wrong Way)
Me: *Looks at clock*
Me: Screw it, I got time to burn.
[Bad news: Bakugo Bashing. Good News: Not JUST Bakugo Bashing. I get the feeling some of you get tired of that.]
I've heard a phrase that goes somewhere along the lines of "Winning signifies victory, losing signifies a chance to learn from your mistakes." In this sense, losing can feel like winning in the right circumstances. However, that doesn't mean that's always a good thing. In order to elaborate, I'll be using two examples from My Hero Academia: Katsuki Bakugo and Izuku Midoriya.
+Katsuki Bakugo (Wrong Way)
In retrospect, I shouldn't be surprised. The "Katsu" part of Katsuki's name comes from the Japanese term that means "to win." It's only natural that even some of his failures are ultimately victories. However, these "subsequent victories," as I will address them as from here on out, don't exactly work in his favor, which I will explain later.
Also, something to keep in mind: characters will not always win something when they lose. Sometimes a loss is a loss. It may help in the long run, but we're looking at the losses that have a relatively close and significant impact shortly after the loss. Now then, let's begin:
The Battle Trial. Katsuki lost this by the parameters of the test. With this loss, he is confronted by the fact that Izuku, someone who should be "worthless" by his standards, managed to beat him. He spends the rest of the day having a lowkey mental breakdown because his worldview has been challeneged and he can't cope. However, once Izuku has recovered from his injuries, he ends up confronting Katsuki and telling him about his quirk, or at least enough for Katsuki to connect the dots, and Katsuki decides to refirm his resolve to overcome everyone is his class. Later, All Might will attempt to comfort him. So, Katsuki lost, and he gets insider knowledge on one of the world's most incredible quirks, his initial worldview is reestablished with some minor changes, and good old All Might shows up to comfort him. Yeah, looks like a subsequent victory.
Attacking Kurogiri. The Pro Hero No. 13 is about to apprehend Kurogiri at the USJ, but out of nowhere, Katsuki and Eijiro attack the menacing Warp Gate Villain, causing No. 13 to hold back and allowing Kurogiri to scatter Class 1-A to the winds. Only... what's this? Katsuki overheard Kurogiri saying "That was close," and thus came to the conclusion that he had a physical body!? How convenient! All sarcasm aside, this is an obvious subsequent victory.
Final Exams. Katsuki tries time and time again to try taking down All Might in their final exam, even though running away is a perfectly viable course of action and All Might (even handicapped and weaker than he's been before) is a force of nature to be reckoned with. Naturally, Katsuki gets his butt whooped, due to his initial refusal to collaborate with Izuku and his own adamant persistence in trying to take down All Might, and failing spectacular. But this will never affect him in the long run, because while Katsuki's out cold, Izuku comes to his aid, and drags him through the gate, letting them both pass. This is one of the subsequent victories that irritates me more than most, but I'll get back to that later.
Provisional License Exam. Fast forward a few months ahead, and our young heroes in training are finally gonna get their Provisional Hero Licenses! Well, except for Katsuki (and Shoto, but he's not the focus right now). At first, this seems like a momentous occasion! Katsuki didn't get his License; we're in for more character development!!! Well yes, but actually no. For starters, just because Katsuki didn't get his License NOW doesn't mean he won't get it LATER (which he does, and I will admit that he has every right to try again). Then, because DeKu got his License before Katsuki, his inferiority complex will rear it's ugly head, dragging Izuku out after curfew for an unnecessary pummeling (and NO, just because Izuku justifies it to himself doesn't mean I have to), after which he'll get a few days house arrest and learn the entire scale of One for All. Oh, that's not enough? He also conveniently avoids fighting against Mirio, an opponent who would absolutely curb stomp him. Even if he didn't follow Shoto's lead and stick to the sidelines because he lacked his license, Deku vs Kacchan 2 made sure that the narrative had a backup plan to keep him from earning a well deserved beating (though let's be honest, knowing Katsuki, it probably wouldn't do much). And to top it all off, he only gets a little bit better than he was before. Just a smidge. This one of those subsequent victories that makes me go "Ooh, you sneaky piece of crap" in regards to the narrative.
We'll stop there for now, since Season 4 isn't out yet and we really don't see much of Katsuki there, anyway. The reason I don't like any of Katsuki's subsequent victories is because they don't let his character grow; they shelter him from consequences and justify his less than ideal decisions. He gets comfort and privilege after a fight which only strengthens his flawed world view. He gets insider knowledge on how to incapacitate one of the villains by getting in the way of a Pro Hero who would have likely reduced the villain's impact. I don't like how he passes the Final Exams considering that even though Minoru carried Hanta out the gate, Hanta still failed (and while I don't like Minoru, I can admit that he shows strategic intelligence when it counts, though not much else). Why does Katsuki get to pass when Izuku basically does the same thing? And then the narrative tries to make it seem like Katsuki is recieving fair consequences for his actions, even though it will ultimately end up with a slap on the wrist and knowledge of a quirk he shouldn't know about, combined with the fact that he avoids a confrontation which might actually teach him something, and he'll get his License anyway.
Katsuki doesn't get to grow to be better; he just continues to get more physical growth rather than emotional growth, which will ultimately backfire as it has on people like Endeavor and numerous villains (I appreciate that Endeavor is attempting to change, but still). Subsequent victories are pointless if they don't let the character, y'know, actually improve.
Okay, Bakugo bashing over. Let's move on to...
+Izuku Midoriya (Right Way)
What's interesting about Izuku's subsequent victories is that there's not only arguably more of them compared to other Shonen protagonist, but there's also actual growth that comes with them, and not just another epic power boost that ignores the problems thus far. Let me elaborate.
Entrance Exam. This is the closest to a win that Izuku gets from a loss. Even though he actually passed thanks to rescue points, we don't know that, and Izuku doesn't know it, either. That makes it all the more relieving that Izuku actually passes his exam, and it's also a subtle reminder to viewers: "Raw strength isn't everything; actions are important, too." Of course, Katsuki would probably argue about that...
Midoriya vs Todoroki. This is probably his biggest subsequent victory to date because of the sheer impact it has on the series. We can see that even if he goes all out after freeing Shoto from his previous transgressions, Izuku still loses the match. It's what happens in the aftermath that REALLY sells the point across, though. Izuku actually has permanent damage thanks to his reckless use of his quirk at 100%. He gains an ally in Shoto, which will come in handy during the Stain Arc. He learns about All Might's Quirkless past, and he ultimately gains the incentive to learn what will eventually becime One for All: Full Cowl. A subsequent victory at its finest!
Deku vs. Kacchan 2. I've already said my thoughts about this fight during my spat on Katsuki. I still stand by that, especially considering that this subsequent victory is the closest to an actual loss as far as I'm going. Having said that, Izuku still benefits from this. Even if he lost that fight with Katsuki, he still managed to bump up his quirk output from 5% to 8%. Plus, when he returns to class, he'll see how far he has to go to really become a hero when he faces off against Mirio, leading into the Shie Hassaikai Arc.
And since he doesn't experience a subsequent victory that I can recall from that point to the end of the Shie Hassaikai arc, I'll just leave it there. The difference between Izuku's subsequent victories and Katuki's is that Izuku grows emotionally as well as physically. He gets into a hero school because of his heroic nature. He learns to better maintain his use of One for All and gains a powerful ally after he loses the match, while learning to take better care of himself when he's using his quirk. Finally, he gains a small but significant power boost from an otherwise pointless confrontation, later getting the proper perspective on how much farther he has to go on his path to heroism.
In a way, I think the above statements describe Katsuki and Izuku's work ethics.
Katsuki works hard, yes, but it's more for the sake of maintenance. He's not getting stronger and more versatile with his quirk because he thinks he has to; he's doing it because he thinks he's already the best of the best (most of the time), and now he has to prove it to everyone else.
Izuku works hard because he wants to actually push beyond his limits. There are no finish lines for Izuku, only checkpoints. Getting stronger is only a piece of Izuku's goal: to help save people. He doesn't think of himself as the best; he just wants to do better.
Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.
-Crimson Lion (8 September 2019)
#bnha#boku no hero academia#mha#my hero academia#katsuki bakugo#katsuki bakugou#izuku midoriya#anti bakugo#anti bakugou#character analysis#meta#long post
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Barren: Chapter 5
Hey guys! Back from hiatus and I’m sorry for the wait! I’ll be going back to consistent posting but instead of once a week, I’ll be posting every other Saturday! Thank you all for your support it means the world to me!
Words: 1,681
Warnings: Caps, swearing, somewhat graphic panic attack, mentions of death, very vague allusion to suicide (blink and you’ll miss it.)
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“Thank you, Dr. Picani,” Virgil said, absentmindedly clicking the buttons of a fidget cube that Picani had given him.
“My patients call me Dr. Picani. My friends call me Emile,” the therapist said with a smile.
“Right, well, Emile,” Virgil said, “thank you.”
“Of course,” Emile said. “Though I suppose I should be checking in on Logan. We haven’t heard from Patton in quite some time.”
“Oh, here,” Virgil said, offering the cube back to Emile, his bare wrist poking out from his jacket. Emile smiled and closed Virgil’s fingers around the hard plastic.
“I have plenty in my office,” he said. “You should keep this one. They’re quite handy and you seem like you’ll need it.”
Virgil smiled softly to himself in the dimly lit room as Emile shut the door behind himself. He took a deep breath, focusing only on applying and releasing pressure from the buttons. There was so much he had to learn and adjust to. Sure, Emile had certainly helped, but he still had to meet Patton and Remy. He had to see if Logan was okay. He pressed his thumb against a soft red button. He didn’t even know what to think of Roman. He released his thumb. He took a deep breath. It’s dinner. If I could survive being shot at, I can live through dinner. If I can live through this, I can do anything.
He crept from the room slowly, the acidic smell of tomato sauce roaming through the air and battling the sizzling sound of meat to encapture Virgil’s senses. As his stomach rumbled he realized that he hadn’t eaten a proper meal in nearly a week. “Ah, well speak of the devil,” Roman said with a smirk painted with bravado. Virgil almost didn’t notice the pure exhaustion in his eyes. “We were just talking about how bold and daring I was to rescue you.”
Virgil cocked an eyebrow at him. “Oh yeah? Then why did Logan do all the work?”
“OH! OH, Gurl, he just roasted yo’ ass!” Remy yelled, howling with laughter in the kitchen. Roman rolled his eyes, glaring daggers at Remy.
“Well I see you’re on his good side already,” Roman muttered, gesturing with his hands as he spoke. His sleeves rolled up just enough for Virgil to notice the lines that decorated his wrist.
“You aren’t Barren?” Virgil asked, feeling as if he were in a parallel world.
Roman offered a smile as he tugged up his sleeve. “The only ones who aren’t Barren,” he said, pointing to Remy and Emile, “are these two.”
“So, it’s a tattoo?” Virgil asked.
“Catching on quickly I see,” Roman teased, holding up his wrist to allow Virgil a better look. “Very realistic, if you ask me. Patton deserves all the credit for that. We grew up together,” he explained. “We’re both Barren. We had to be each other’s closest ally. The day we turned 18 we...” Roman smiled. “Well, I guess that’s a story for another time.”
“So Patton is some kind of doctoring tattoo artist badass?” Virgil asked.
“Oh, Roman, what are you telling the poor kiddo?” a man asked. Virgil spun around on his heel to face a man in khaki pants and a blue sweater that seemed to envelop his entire body.
“Patton!” Roman said with a smile, all the agony fading from his dim eyes as they brightened upon the sight of the man. “Is Logan okay?” he asked before turning to Virgil and commenting, “Not that I care about the nerd or anything. In all honesty, I think he’s being overdramatic.”
“Hypocrite,” Remy commented as he placed silverware on the table.
“He should have a perfectly fine recovery,” Patton said with a smile. “Though, he won’t be joining us for dinner; he really needs the rest right now and- Oh! How rude of me!” He stepped forward with a hand extended outwardly. “You’re Virgil, correct? I’m Patton!”
“He’s our patented Man of Many Talents around here,” Roman explained.
“Heh, Patton-ted,” Patton chuckled to himself.
“Ever need a doc,” Roman said. “Patton’s your guy. Also a great tattoo artist, chef, and cuddle-buddy.”
“Cuddle-buddy?” Virgil parotted.
“I share chef duties with Emile,” Patton explained. “And Roman gets nightmares.”
“Do not!” Roman yelled defensively. “How dare you slander my great name!” Patton chuckled, lovingly patting Roman’s shoulder as he wordlessly made his way to the kitchen.
“I presume the nightmares are a lie, then?” Virgil asked with a smirk.
“Fake soulmate,” was all Roman muttered before abandoning the conversation in exchange for setting the table. Virgil watched the bustle around him. Patton and Emile finishing their work in the kitchen. Roman balancing plates and silverware in his arms as he scolded Remy for slacking. They were all working together. They were a team, working together as a small organized pod. Virgil was literally and metaphorically an outsider. He felt a pain in his stomach. Five senses. He had to work through his senses. Five things he could see. That was simple enough, right?
He could see Emile. He could see Roman. But he couldn’t see any windows. He couldn’t see Logan. He couldn’t see his mom. Okay, maybe sight wasn’t a great starting place.
Smell. What could he smell? He could smell tomatoes. He could almost smell blood. Was it from the medical room? Was it from Logan? Was it his imagination? The smell of rust was killing his head and his stomach. Was he nauseated? Was he hungry? Was his stomach even filled enough to vomit anything at all?
No. No. Air comes in; bad thoughts go out. In comes morning; out goes nightmares. What exactly had that phrase been that his mother had taught him so long ago? His mother, oh no, what was she thinking? Did she know Virgil had escaped? Did she think him dead?
Would she be okay or did years of loss after loss finally break her?
Would Virgil even have a mother to come back to?
Would he come back at all?
He let his feet carry him all on their own until he was sprinting out of the kitchen and to a cold wooden door. He ripped it open, slammed it shut, and pushed his back against it as he slowly let himself fall to the ground. The horrible feeling in his chest of a boa constrictor around his lungs had him gasping for air and he was sure he was having a heart attack.
“Deep breaths, Virgil,” a voice said. “Focus solely on your breathing, and don’t let your thoughts get in the way.”
Virgil tried to take the advice- honestly, he did try- but it was too much. It was too overwhelming. He couldn’t focus. His head was filling with this horrible tingling and the more he gasped for air the worse it got. He held his head in his hands and oh God why was this happening?
“Virgil, I need you to listen to me,” the voice said. It was soft and gentle, the most soothing thing Virgil had heard in years. He felt hands on his shoulders and if he had to energy to he would have looked up at the person in front of him. “Can you hear my voice? More importantly, can you understand my voice?”
“Mmhmm,” Virgil mumbled out.
“Good, good, that’s a step. You’re doing good, Virgil. Just keep taking deep breaths alright?”
He felt the tingly feeling start to leave his face, though it was still uncomfortably present in his fingers and hands. He felt his heart rate start to become more noticeable which he guess was a better option than the crushing feeling of his lungs only moments earlier.
“I’m gonna walk you through a breathing exercise, all right? I’ll do it with you. You’ll be okay.” Virgil nodded. “I want you to breathe in for four seconds. Hold for seven seconds. Then, breathe out for eight seconds. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes,” Virgil mumbled out weakly.
“Perfect.”
The two of them went through the exercise two- three- four times before Virgil felt like himself again. He finally looked up and saw Logan staring back at him. “Logan, I- You should be in bed, oh I’m so sorry I didn’t-”
“Virgil, you’re going to work yourself up again,” he said calmly. “I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure?” Virgil asked, eyes drawn down to the gauze around Logan’s body.
“Of course I will be,” Logan said. “This isn’t my first metaphorical rodeo and, if there’s one thing Roman and I agree on, it’s that we both put our trust and lives in Patton’s hands.”
“I’m still not entirely sure what to think of all this,” Virgil admitted.
“That was the reaction I expected from you,” Logan said. “Your admittance here is temporary, most of whom we rescue go off to meet with colleagues of ours. They’re given new homes and new identities in the best cases. Others eventually join our organization, but I’m sure that we’ll find you in the former half on that ratio. 18, right? Yes, you have so much potential ahead of you.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Virgil said. “Organization? And how do you know my age? What else do you know about me?”
“Virgil, did you think all of this was really put together by five guys in their twenties?” Logan asked, the corners of his lips turning upwards subtly.
“Well, I- I guess not, but-”
“And as for the other questions, well, I like to be prepared.” Logan stood, motioning for Virgil to do the same. He had a rather wiry structure, but well-toned muscles that Virgil could only assume he had built up from doing this job for so long. “Now, you should really be on your way back to dinner. The others will be looking for you soon.”
“But, wait, what about-” Virgil tried to speak but found himself being pulled out of the room by magnets on his feet.
“Goodbye, Virgil.”
The door was shut in his face, and the high school senior now had more questions than answers.
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letter: ted [12.10.78]
Ted,
I owe you a colossal thank you for the tip you gave me about the kitchens, it’s come in handy more than once. All the house-elves are lovely, but Milly and Domley, in particular, have been helpful. I imagine they’d be pleased I’m singing their praises to someone else and perhaps they have some way of knowing, they are funny creatures after all. It’s a commendation well deserved, I can only aspire to the magic they can work on a scone.
I haven’t had need of a place to crash yet, but I’ll likely take you up on the offer at some point (after all, we all have moments of drunken weakness don’t we?). I actually wanted to ask if you and your flatmates had any thoughts about a Halloween party. I’m trying to sort some details out with a friend for the holiday and Number 7 came to mind. If nothing is in the works, that’s fine of course. Any prospective leads are welcome.
Bit of an odd question, but do you ever miss Siren? I know Hogwarts signifies moving onto bigger things, chasing after our dreams, etc. but I find myself missing those hallowed halls every now and again. Yes, that even includes Professor Nettle (though maybe not his breath, I heard rumor he doesn’t believe in toothbrushes which explains quite a lot). It’s not a question to dwell too heavily on, it’s probably just first-year melancholy.
I do believe I was promised lunch. I’m fine with just about anywhere but Puddifoot’s, I could even ask Milly and Domley to put something together. Gino’s is another contender, I haven’t yet and I’ve heard decent things. Let me know when works for you and we’ll nail down a time.
Love always,
Lily
xx
@tcd-tcnks
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“Life With Lucy”
1986
A handy dandy guide to helping you find your favorite blogs here at Papermoon Loves Lucy. Click on the hyperlinks to be taken directly to that episode’s trivia, background, and bloopers!
“One Good Grandparent Deserves Another” (S1;E1) ~ September 20, 1986
“Lucy Makes a Hit with John Ritter” (S1;E2) ~ September 27, 1986
“Love Among the Two-by-Fours” (S1;E3) ~ October 4, 1986
“Lucy Gets Her Wires Crossed” (S1;E4) ~ October 18, 1986
“Lucy Is a Sax Symbol” (S1;E5) ~ October 25, 1986
“Lucy Makes Curtis Byte the Dust” (S1;E6) ~ November 1, 1986
“Lucy, Legal Eagle” (S1;E7) ~ November 8, 1986
“Mother of the Bride” (S1;E8) ~ November 15, 1986
“Lucy and the Guard Goose” (#102) ~ unaired
“Lucy and Curtis Are Up a Tree” (#107) ~ unaired
“Lucy’s Green Thumb” (#109) ~ unaired
“Breaking Up Is Hard to Do” (#111) ~ unaired
“World’s Greatest Grandma” (#113) ~ unaired
“’Twas the Flight Before Christmas” ~ unproduced script
A fourteenth episode was planned and a first draft of the script exists written by Vic Rauseo and Linda Morris and scheduled to be directed by Bruce Bilson. A summary reads: “The family goes to a friend’s cabin in Colorado, but become stranded on the plane in Denver and discover that Christmas is more than presents.” It was scheduled to air on December 27 1986, but never filmed.
SEASON SUMMARY
Regular Cast: Lucille Ball (Lucy Everett Barker), Gale Gordon (Curtis McGibbon), Ann Dusenberry (Margo Barker McGibbon), Larry Anderson (Ted McGibbon), Jenny Lewis (Becky McGibbon), Philip Amelio (Kevin McGibbon), Donovan Scott (Leonard Stoner)
Recurring Characters: Kellie Martin (Patty), Brandon Call (Max), Tom Williams (off-screen voices)
Celebrity Cast playing Characters: Peter Graves (Peter Marshall), Audrey Meadows (Audrey Everett), Ruth Buzzi (Mrs. Wilcox), Greg Mullavey (Randy)
Celebrity Cast playing Themselves: John Ritter, The Dixie Belles
Guest Cast playing Characters: Ruth Kobart, Sally Kemp, Dave Madden, Dina Dietrich, Allan Rich, Jacque Lynn Colton, Lou Cutell, Charles Levin, Dick Gautier, Billy Van Zandt, Jim Hackett, Phyllis Applegate
Live Animal Cast: Goose (Oliver) in “Lucy and the Guard Goose”
Producers: Lucille Ball Productions, Aaron Spelling, Gary Morton
Episodes Directed by: Peter Baldwin, Marc Daniels, Bruce Bilson
Episodes Written by: Bob Carroll, Jr., Madelyn Davis, Arthur Marx, Robert Fisher, Richard Albrecht, Casey Keller, Linda Morris, Vic Rauseo, Mark Tuttle, Laura Levine, Mel Sherer, Steve Granat
There were 13 episodes produced, but only 8 originally aired. One episode was scripted, but never produced.
The action is set in and around the McGibbon / Barker family home and the M&G Hardware Store in Pasadena, California.
Total Binge Hours: 6.5 hours (with commercials)
Papermoon’s Full Moon Pick: “Mother of the Bride” (E8)
Papermoon’s Half Moon Pick: “Lucy and the Guard Goose” (#102)
Ratings: The series ranked 73rd out of 79 shows of the 1986-87 season (the seventh-lowest-rated show on TV), with a 9.0/16 rating/share.
In July 2002 TV Guide named “Life With Lucy” the 26th-worst TV series of all time. In his book What Were They Thinking? The 100 Dumbest Events in Television History, David Hofstede ranked the series at #21 on the list.
Although the series was never re-run on ABC or syndicated, in 1996 Nick at Night included it as part of a Lucille Ball-themed marathon.
Theme Song: "Every Day Is Better Than Before" sung by Eydie Gorme
"Life With Lucy” was released on DVD on October 8, 2019 on CBS Home Video (despite the fact the series was originally aired on ABC).
#Life With Lucy#Lucille Ball#Gale Gordon#1986#ABC#TV#Ann Dusenberry#Philip Amelio#Larry Anderson#Jenny Lewis#Donovan Scott#Peter Graves#John Ritter#Aaron Spelling#Bob Carroll Jr.#Madelyn Davis#Eydie Gorme#DVD#Audrey Meadows#Ruth Buzzi#Greg Mullavey#Peter Baldwin#Marc Daniels
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Moon Sick
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Pairings: Teddy Lupin/James Sirius Potter
Summary: James is in his final year at Hogwarts, seventeen and thriving, but no matter how long he'd spent in Slughorn's class over the past few years, he still didn't much see the point of potions, and he was running out of time to finally get motivated about it. His seventeenth Christmas at The Burrow, however, proves a better teacher and motivator than Slughorn or his father ever were, as a dear friend becomes ill, where the only method of healing and relief is through the brewing of a special tonic. Though James has little to no interest in such things, if it's to help relieve the pain of someone he truly cares for, he would do just about anything.
Words: 9511
Warnings: fluff!
Notes: MY VERY FIRST JEDDY FIC! Quick background: in this fic Teddy and James 100% like each other but 100% don't realize it. Teddy and Victoire DID date for a bit, but broke up mutually and are still extremely close friends, because I don't believe in adding toxic exes where toxic exes don't need to be. Victoire is an amazing character and deserves respect, so I hope I don't see any hate on the fact she dated Teddy in this fic. Featuring the entire spectrum of Weasley cousins, because I got two requests in the comments of "Thicker Than Water" to add more of the family! I AGREE THEY ALL NEED TO BE LOVED! I had to take some creative liberties about their personalities, but I hope everyone likes how I characterized them! I've grown especially fond of Fred Junior! Also featuring one of my favorite personal Teddy Lupin headcanons, where he gets sick during the full moon! He's not a werewolf, but surely being a hybrid would have some unforeseen effects.I think that's it, so please read and enjoy!
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James never really cared for his Potions class, from his first year at Hogwarts and onward. The Professor was interesting, and so were the tonics and potions that they read and created while in class, but James never saw much point in it. Charms and Transfiguration, now those were two skills he wanted to know more about and perfect, because using magic was what they were at school to learn after all. They were wizards, not druids.
What was the point of something physical like Potions when it would be better in the end to perfect spell casting and magical wand defense? Of course, James would never say that aloud, especially in front of his teacher or father. He mentioned only once that he wasn't entirely fond of the class, and Harry had just smiled at him.
"I didn't care for it in the beginning either, I was never very good at making potions, and the Professor I had most of my time there was... difficult. When Slughorn took over the position, though, I really started to have fun."
James tried to accept that without bugging his father about his first Potions Professor being difficult ("Didn't you name Albus after him?"), but it was certainly a trial. Harry said potion making had come in handy many times during his life, both as a student and as an Auror, and James had smiled and agreed, but it still wasn't very interesting to him.
He was good enough at it, he read the text and did his homework, fine, but he just never felt much excitement or passion for the class. What was he supposed to do about that? Fake it? For six years of school he just didn't care about Potions. He excelled because he had too, but every class, every exam, just made him sigh in boredom.
It was over Christmas break in his seventh year that he started to gain some form of interest towards potion making. He was hanging tinsel and garlands around The Burrow with Lily, throwing bits of the metallic silver shavings into Albus' hair whenever they crossed paths and giggling until his brother had realized it and started cursing from behind him.
James and his family had arrived at The Burrow just that morning, though Christmas was still a day away, so they were fixing up some last minute details in and out of the house before the rest of the family arrived. Throughout the day, Hermione, Ron, Hugo, and Rose had come home, greeting Arthur and Molly with a kiss on the cheek and excited hugs. Around noon, Percy and his family came alongside George and his. Charlie had been there for days already. The family was slowly filling into the old Weasley home, helping with decorations and cooking, some of the younger kids running through the house with bags and rolls of wrapping paper yelling at the adults not to look as they finished last minute present wrapping.
It was James' favorite holiday, because though he got to see his cousins all the time at Hogwarts, this was one of the only times that all of those from the Potter-Weasley clan got together under one roof in one area. Even Charlie had made it a new promise, that even if he couldn't get away from work during the rest of the year, he would always be there for Christmas to see all his nieces and nephews (and absolutely spoil them rotten because, according to him, since he had no children of his own, that gave him the divine right to hype the children up with snacks and cackle madly as they shot through the house in a sugar rush).
So far the only ones who hadn't arrived were Bill and his family, and Andromeda with Teddy. They always came for Christmas, always. Ever since James could remember, Andromeda Tonks would be sitting in that hastily patched armchair next to the fireplace, while her grandson, sporting a blend of ginger and black hair, would bounce around the house enjoying every Weasley and Potter that would let him hug them (and the ones that wouldn't; they really didn't have a choice).
James was hoping they wouldn't be too late. It was already getting dark out, he could smell the scent of dinner wafting through the entire house, Lily was starting to fidget and pace, bounce on her heels as her stomach growled and she whined under her breath, trying to concentrate on the ornaments she was adding to the tree. Albus had a broken stick of peppermint hanging out of his lips as he set out hand knitted doilies on the coffee tables and took presents from Fred to tuck safely under the tree, their cousin sneaking small cubes of toffee from the candy dish on the table whenever Albus turned his back. Everyone was starving, but they wouldn't start before the others arrived.
James was hanging stockings at the mantle when Bill's family finally arrived, bustling through the door covered in a dusting of snow. Louis went right for Fred, who was closest, and pounced on him in a hug, while his older sisters opted to remove their coats and cloaks so they wouldn't get the floors wet. He overheard Victoire asking if Teddy had arrived yet, frowning at his Uncle George's old stocking at the taste the question put in his mouth (dusty, sour), and hanging it before pulling the next from the box under his arm.
It was Teddy's, made special by Molly with knitting of a dozen colors, something to represent his uniqueness and the way his hair changed according to his emotions. There was a T right in the middle, stitched there in gold. His Uncle Ron used to joke about it, saying Molly had spent days lamenting over what name to use for Teddy's stocking and sweaters. His name was Edward, but he went by Teddy? E or T? In the end she settled on using the T, because it just looked right.
James was about to hang it up next to his own when the fireplace started to make a sputtering noise, shaking a bit, and it only occurred to him that someone was using the floo before they appeared in a spit of green flame, so close to James that all he saw was a flash of pale blue and gray before they had collided against him, sending them both crashing onto the floor, the box of stockings falling from his arm and skidding across the floor spilling socks.
James could only grunt as he hit the ground, his head smacking against it, a heavy body landing none too gently on top of him, practically dead weight that groaned in pain and muttered curses as Harry and Molly hurried into the room and the floo roared to life again. Andromeda Tonks was the one to step out of the fireplace, dusting a few specks of ash from her shoulder and carrying a bag, pausing and staring down at her grandson, who, James was finally realizing, had been the one to fly out of the floo and knock him to the ground.
"Teddy, honestly," she chided him, but she looked incredibly worried.
James lifted a hand in greeting, "'Ello, GrAndy!"
"Owe," Teddy's voice was muffled against the floor, finally shifting to push himself up and shuffle away from James, who felt winded and somewhat flushed as he sat up grinning, hoping he didn't look as exhilarated as he felt.
"Quite the entrance, Ted!" he said, rubbing the back of his head as Teddy pushed himself, somewhat heavily, to his feet, laughing like he hadn't caught his breath yet.
"My humblest apologies, James," he said, holding his hand down for James to take and hoisting him up to his feet before turning to meet his grandmother, who was patting away the specks of ash caught on Teddy's shirt and muttering about him being unsafe while he grinned.
Harry went directly to hug his godson as Molly picked up the box of stockings, which James took from her so she could hug Teddy next, pulling back and squeezing his cheeks between her hands.
"Looking peaky, aren't you Teddy? Staying over at the office?"
"Course not, ma'am," Teddy said through a grin, but even Harry looked a little concerned, waiting until Molly had moved away to greet Andromeda before he reached out to Teddy's face, "I'm fine, Harry, really."
Harry didn't look very convinced, and frankly, James didn't feel convinced either. Teddy did look washed out. His hair, while blue, looked very dull and almost pasty, and his face was pale and somewhat flushed, but not from the cold. His eyes were currently a steely blue and glazed. Maybe he was feeling unwell? Had he gotten sick in the weather? Or maybe he was overworking himself like Molly had hinted?
"What are you doing standing, James?!" Molly asked, and James stared at her in puzzlement.
"Well gran, I was putting stockings up like you told me too before Teddy came crashing in."
"Oh!" Molly exclaimed and looked at the mantle before walking over and sifting through the box, "Just need Percy's now, Percy and Lily, where's hers; there we go," she pulled out two before patting James' cheek, "Now take the rest upstairs and find your brother to help."
"What's he need help with now?"
"It's Albus, he's probably done something," Molly said, and James heard Albus yell from the other room.
"I BLOODY HEARD THAT!"
"I'll help with that," Teddy offered, taking the box from James, "I did knock him down. You hit your head?"
"Teddy I hit my head daily. It's a problem. Al says it's why I'm so dumb."
"You're not dumb, James," Harry said, then turned to Teddy, "Don't worry about helping with boxes or decorations, have a seat. Mum, can you get some tea?"
Molly had her hands at her chest, "Course I can, dear. Andy, would you like to help?"
"I'd love to."
"And you sit," Harry pointed at Teddy as the older women went from the room.
"Harry I'm fine," Teddy said on another laugh, "I think I can carry a box, see? Besides, James is the one who hit his head."
He started for the stairs and James gave his father a puzzled look, but Harry was still watching after Teddy with a severe light of worry in his eyes. Figuring he'd get no answers from him, James just followed Teddy, hiking up the steps two at a time before reaching Teddy and slowing down. He looked over his shoulder to watch Harry leave the room before turning to Teddy.
"You okay? What's riled everyone up? Did something happen?"
"Don't think so," Teddy said, but he looked distinctly uncomfortable with the question, which made James a bit more uneasy.
"Your gran seemed worried too."
"She worries over everything, James, don't you know?" Teddy laughed, but it sounded wrong.
Forced, airy. James narrowed his eyes and watched Teddy as they continued up the steps. There was definitely something wrong. Teddy's laughs sounded wrong, he was moving slower than he usually did, he was pale and seemed unfocused, continually looking down at his feet and once or twice almost tripping on the steps.
It wasn't until they were at the top and Teddy had stowed the box into a broom closet that James said something, standing in the narrow hall with his arms out and hands against either side of the wall, blocking Teddy from moving. Teddy just set a hand on his hip.
"James you know I can just apparate around you, right?"
"Something's wrong," James said, staring directly into Teddy's eyes, "You're gonna tell me what."
"C'mon, Jamie."
"Are you sick? Is the ministry overworking you? Have you been sleeping enough? Or eating?"
"James," Teddy rolled his head from one side to the other, "My gran's been getting on me all day with this, not you too, I am fine."
"Teddy your hair is turning gray!" James snapped, and Teddy looked at him blankly before lifting a hand to his hair, as if touching it would make it easier to see.
He sighed after a minute of James glaring at him, burying a hand into his hair, which had indeed paled from a frosty blue to a dull blue tinged gray.
"Look, it's just a bit of a headache. I get them all the time. Way more than you probably think."
"Headache?"
"Yea, I get them sometimes."
"Like, recently enough for everyone to worry over you?" Teddy nodded and shrugged, "Wait, why don't I know about this? How long have you been getting them?"
"I don't know... they started when I was five or six maybe?" Teddy was rubbing his neck, and James just gaped at him.
"I've never heard you complain over a headache..."
"Well they're not all bad. Sometimes they're easy to ignore, you know?"
"And when they are bad?" James asked, and Teddy stared at him again before forcing a smile onto his lips.
"Hey don't worry so much, Jamie. It'll go away in a bit."
"You sure? You don't need anything?"
"I'm sure," Teddy paced over to him and turned him around, putting an arm around his shoulders and leading him down the hall, "I appreciate that you're worried, James, really. Just... don't mention it to Lily? Or Victoire? I don't want any of them to worry."
"Vic doesn't know?" James asked in surprise.
"Well, I didn't think it was something she needed to know..."
James felt a swell of pride at that, at the fact Teddy didn't take much prodding before he told James what was wrong, while he hadn't told Victoire. The entire family seemed to think she and Teddy were soul mates, meant for each other, so they would probably be stunned that Teddy hadn't told her anything of his chronic headaches. It wasn't like they were dating, though. They didn't need to tell each other everything, and they wouldn't have needed to even if they had still been dating. Come to think of it, it was likely no one else in the family knew about their breakup either. Teddy had been blasé about it, still smiling with Victoire beside him.
"It was mutual," he said, an arm propped against Victoire's shoulder, "Snogging her is very fun, but-."
"But I want to date someone more available," Victoire had interrupted, arms folded, while Teddy's face darkened and the tips of his hair got pink, "He's just going to get busier now that he's an Auror, and I have my own ambitions. Not to mention, I think both our eyes have been turned towards other people."
"Merlin, what?!" Dominique had gaped, standing beside James and Fred, who were both just as dumbstruck.
"Teddy likes someone else?" Fred asked, pointing at the older man.
"So do you?" Dominique pointed at her sister, who rolled her eyes.
"So you're breaking up?" James asked, and Victoire shrugged.
"Well, yes. I'll still snog him if I'm bored though."
Teddy just laughed, the pink in his hair disappearing, and James tried to ignore the excitement he felt at their breakup while also wondering why he'd be happy at all.
Teddy leaned against him as they descended the stairs, and James got the sense it wasn't to be funny. He could feel Teddy shaking a bit, trying to hide it, or thinking he could from the way they swayed while walking, but even his voice held a tremor as he talked about his work and prodded James into talking about school, his steps faltering more on the way down than they had on the way up. The last few steps, James put an arm around Teddy to help him down, then helped him back into the currently vacant living room, where he sank down onto one of the couches.
"Pretty bright in here, isn't it?" Teddy asked, and James glanced around.
The Christmas lights in the tree were on, but the rest of the room was rather dark, there wasn't even a fire in the fireplace. He looked back at Teddy, who was squinting at the tree, a clear wince on his face.
"Maybe you should lie down," James offered, and Teddy blinked at him before shaking his head.
"Don't be ridiculous, Jamie, we haven't even had supper!"
"Yea, but-."
"Don't worry about me, James," Teddy insisted, "Really, I'll be fine."
James wanted to believe him, and he did admit Teddy hid his pain way better than James expected when Molly called for dinner. Teddy sat across the table from James, smiling and laughing with everyone else, he seemed to be having a great time. When he caught James watching him, he just smiled, and James smiled back, but he still felt worried.
If Teddy having a headache made Harry as worried as he was acting, then James got the feeling it was a lot more serious than Teddy made it out to be. Of course, that just made James more uneasy, eating only because it was an automatic response, eyes down as he scooped casserole onto his fork and pushed it into his mouth while going through a long list of both muggle and magical possibilities for Teddy's headache.
Sleep deprivation, fumes from potions he was making (because Teddy made potions quite often as it was a huge part of his job; and because he had a habit of making Wolfsbane potion just for kicks. He called it a hobby, for some reason, and always carried at least seven bottles with him "just in case"). Maybe the headaches were from overwork, or not eating enough, dehydration, casting a spell too advanced for him and leaving him with physical side effects, maybe he got cursed on his last mission. Honestly, it could be anything.
"You're being unusually quiet this evening," Albus noted from beside him, working on his dessert, which James hadn't realized had been set out.
His slice of pie was already almost entirely gone and he was feeling pleasantly full from food.
"Got a lot on my mind, that's all," James tried to counter, finishing that last bit of pie as Albus stared at him.
"How much could you even fit in that head? Isn't 80% of your brain Quidditch wired?"
"Al don't be ridiculous, Quidditch takes up no more than 50%."
James heard Teddy snicker, and met his bemused eyes as the Auror continued to laugh at him, but James just grinned back. Albus looked between them before something seemed to dawn on him and he turned away, nose wrinkled.
"Ugh."
Dinner finished and half of the family moved to help Molly clean up, Percy and Ginny worked to get the youngest kids to bed, Lucy was the only one who went without a fuss, Fred and Roxanne complained with Louis about wanting to stay up later to wait for Santa to come, Dominique muttered about Santa not being real and there was a short uproar of adults scolding her and Hugo shrieking that she was a liar. James, still seated at the table enjoying a cup of tea, saw Teddy wince at the noise, his face paling a few more shades. James was tempted to leap up and tell everyone to just shut up already, his fingers biting into the porcelain of his mug and eyes glaring until the youngest of his cousins had finally left the kitchen.
Molly brought Teddy a new cup of tea before his first had even been finished, simply because she decided he'd let it get too cold and that was unacceptable. Andromeda left with a promise of returning the next morning, and tried to get Teddy to come with her, but he insisted he stay.
"I'm still drinking my tea, gran."
"Don't worry, Andy, we'll take care of him," Molly assured, and Andromeda nodded, squeezing her hands before kissing Teddy's cheek and leaving through the floo.
"Bedtime, James," Ginny called, and James gaped at her.
"What for? I'm not a kid, can't I stay up?"
"No, James," Ginny chided, and Teddy grinned as he groaned and pushed himself up.
"I'm seventeen, this is dumb."
"Nighty night, Jamie," Teddy sang, and James stuck out his tongue defiantly.
He passed Ginny in the doorway, accepting the kiss she placed to his forehead, "Sleep well, darling."
But he didn't go straight to bed, and hovered just around the corner as Ginny joined Harry, who was talking in a low voice. James inched closer to hear better.
"Did you take something?"
"Yes, just before I came," Teddy was the one to answer, "I really am fine."
"You should sleep," Harry said to him, clearly not caring for his words, "Tonight will probably be the worst for you."
"I just didn't want to disappoint Lily or the others by not coming," Teddy admitted, sounding tired, "I'll be okay."
"Do you want a bed, darling?" Molly asked.
"That's okay, gran, I can take the couch. I think that would be best."
James scrambled up the stairs before they walked out of the kitchen and ducked into the first bedroom he came to. All the boys had been set up in one bedroom, the girls were in another, Christmas was always set up like that, and James normally loved it. Accept, Teddy usually took the room with the rest of them, but now he would be downstairs. Because he was sick with a bad headache and didn't want to worry any of the younger kids.
James would be sharing the room with Fred, Louis, Albus, and Hugo. Victoire, Dominique, Rose, Roxanne, Lily, Lucy, and Molly were all in the room just next door. Fred was bugging Albus when James walked into the room and shut the door, all of them curled up in sleeping bags on the floor, or the little bed that Louis and Hugo had commandeered as theirs. Albus was curled up on the couch trying to ignore Fred, holding a pillow over his head.
"Come on, Al, one game."
"Sod off, I'm tired."
"Why are you so moody all the time?" Louis asked, smiling at James but frowning immediately, "Where'd Ted go?"
"Uh, he's staying downstairs tonight."
"Too good for us small kids?" Fred asked, abandoning his quest to get Albus to play wizards chess in favor of sitting on his sleeping bag.
James just laughed and made sure the door was shut before walking over and taking the sleeping bag next to Fred, between he and the couch where Albus was laying.
"It's nothing like that. He's just, you know, talking with the adults right now, and doesn't want to wake us up later by sneaking in to sleep, so decided to just take the couch."
"That's a lie!" Hugo said, then leaned down to whisper, "He's in the living room. He's trying to catch Santa. I know Dom was lying, he is real, and Teddy's gonna catch him tonight!"
Louis rolled his eyes and flopped onto his back as Fred grinned, biting back a joke as James nodded fervently.
"You got that right, Hugo, but we better be quiet, otherwise Santa won't ever come."
"You're thirteen, Hu," Louis noted, "How has Uncle Ron kept you believing this nonsense?"
"I've seen him Lou, with my own eyes!" Hugo argued, and there was a knock on the door.
"Sleep well, boys," Harry's voice came through, and the five boys waited and listened for his footsteps to lead away before James pointed his wand at the lamps on the table to flick them off without having to get up.
"Let's go to sleep now."
"I'm not sleeping," Hugo said wisely, "I'm staying up all night to help Teddy catch Santa."
James laid down with a sigh, "Hugo, you're the light of my life, but if you bother Teddy tonight, I'll hang you out the attic window by your ankles and bind you there with spelotape until you apologize."
"And I, will help," Fred added, and Hugo mumbled something before the sound of rustling sheets and comforters filled the room.
James stayed on his back, staring up at the pitch ceiling with his wand in his hand as he waited for the sounds of his cousin's finally sleeping. It seemed to take forever before Hugo's soft snores began to rise from the bed, Fred's slightly louder snorts coming from beside James, and the occasional mumble in Louis' sleep, in French (an absolute phenomenon, because while awake, Louis had trouble speaking more than a few basic words, but while sleeping he appeared fluent in his mother's language).
James almost jumped when Albus spoke in a whisper under his breath, "Is Teddy okay?"
"Merlin- I thought you were asleep."
"I'm not."
"I noticed."
"He didn't look too good today."
"He's just overworked," James lied, "He needs sleep, that's what dad said."
"... fine," Albus decided, blankets shifting as he turned, "Try not to worry too much."
"I'm not worried."
"Sure, James."
James didn't know if he or Albus fell asleep first, but the next thing he knew he was waking up sometime during the night, tangled up in his sleeping bag with Fred partway on top of him, having rolled closer in his sleep and deciding James would make a nice cushion. It was pitch black, but he was pretty confident that what had woken him was his brother's hand dangling in his face, which he pushed back onto the couch before grumbling and sitting up, rubbing his hands into his eyes before squinting around the room.
There was no way to know what time it was without leaving the room, so he slipped away from Fred's grasp and slowly rose to his feet, picking up his wand and shuffling over to the door before cracking it open and slipping out, shutting it and whispering "lumos" to dimly light the tip of his wand.
The clock hanging on the wall just in front of him ticked with a dozen hands, but the two largest were at 2:23 a.m., so James turned to return to bed, but paused when he noticed a dim orange glow from the stairs. His thoughts on Teddy, he crept to the steps and began descending them, shaking the light in his wand dark and stopping halfway to the first floor, crouching to peer between the bars of the staircase railing into the living room.
Teddy was sitting up on the couch, clearly awake, the blankets still folded beside him with an untouched pillow sitting on top. Sitting on the coffee table in front of him, for some reason, was a case that held, from what James could see at the distance he crouched, potion ingredients and other oddities. The fireplace was crackling with orange light that send oddly colored shadows across the room, the lit up Christmas tree adding to the coloration, and Teddy was slumped forward, his face in his hands, his hair a color of pitch and tar that seemed even blacker than normal black hair.
James stowed his wand in the pocket of his sweatpants and snuck the rest of the way down the stairs, rounding the wall to reach the living area and slowly coming up to Teddy from the side, not wanting to startle him so calling out softly.
"Teddy? Pst! Hey, you okay?"
Teddy moved sluggishly, pulling his hands away from his face and cringing, pushing them back up and grinding the heels of his palms into his eyes.
"Jame... Jamie, yea, I'm... what are you doing awake?"
"Fred rolled on top of me, I was suffocating and needed to check the time. It's almost 2:30."
"Is it?"
"Have you slept?" Teddy just laughed and James drew his brow as he stepped closer, lowering himself to sit next to Teddy, as close as he could, "Is it your head?"
"I just... need a minute."
He sounded breathless and in pain, and James felt something like panic spark through him as he put a hand in Teddy's shoulder, rubbing small circles into his back as Teddy continued to cling to his face, fingers digging into his hairline and his body trembling.
"I'm okay."
"You're not okay, Teddy, Merlin. Let me help, how do I help?" Teddy shook his head, "I'll get my dad, he'll know what to do."
"Don't wake him up for this, James, I just need a minute," he winced, "Owe..."
James had his hand on the back of Teddy's head now, stroking his unusually dark hair and turned towards him, his other hand curled around Teddy's wrist.
"Teddy I can't help you unless you let me. You're used to these headaches, right? So tell me what to do to help."
Teddy was still for a moment, shadows from the Christmas lights and the fireplace casting across him, and James rubbed his back as he started to pull his hands from his eyes.
His face seemed even whiter than before, if that was possible. The flush in his cheeks had gone green, and the white had tinged gray, he almost looked seasick, or like a ghost, his black eyes blank and glassy like he couldn't see straight. What really made James panic, though, was the blood.
A single fine line of scarlet that dripped from Teddy's nose, across his lips and down his chin, stark against the pale white of the rest of his face. James felt himself choke and reach out, instinctively pressing the sleeve of his shirt under Teddy's nose, the light gray staining quickly as Teddy tried to pry him away.
"Stop, you'll make a mess."
"Teddy you're bleeding!"
"Shhh!" Teddy cringed, pulling James' hand away, the blood smeared and dry edges if the line flaked across his lips and chin, nodding to the table.
James was reluctant to look away, but did so anyway, to see that Teddy had set up a few potion ingredients, a small cauldron sitting next to them, but he seemed to have stopped in the middle of weighing strands of hair-thin willow bark.
"What's that?"
"Tonic... for my head. Kingsley Shacklelbolt developed it with a bit of help from Slughorn when I first started getting my migraines. It... it helps. The first potion I learned how to make, because I needed it. I ran out, though, too embarrassed to tell Harry. I've been so busy I didn't have time to make more before coming, so I figured I'd just whip up a small bit while I was here. But my... my head got really bad... it's pounding, it hurts so bad, my hands are shaking too much."
"I'll do it!" James offered immediately, snatching the paper sitting on the table that held the directions for the potion, "Just lie down, okay? Close your eyes."
He scrambled around, pushing the pillow against the arm of the couch on the other side of Teddy, then taking his shoulder and urging him to slowly lie down, wincing as he went and rolling onto his side, taking the handkerchief James gave him with shaking fingers and holding it against his nose to keep the blood from getting on Molly's furniture.
"Just lie there, okay?" James said, rounding the table and kneeling down, going down the list and repeating everything at least eight times in his head, "I'll take care of it."
It was, unfortunately, a very complicated potion. After lighting a small magical fire under the cauldron that wouldn't smolder the wood of the coffee table, he began weighing ingredients and adding them; willow bark and heavily diluted dittany, an eighth of an ounce of powdered silver, exactly two drops of Salamander tears, and a handful of other ingredients that made the tonic bubble a strange orange.
James was absolutely silent the entire time, concentrating harder than he'd ever done before for any potion or tonic, even during an exam. He just wanted to get this right, so Teddy could stop hurting. After adding in another few ingredients, he stared in awe as the potion turned an odd silvery color that took the appearance of mercury, added Flobberworm slime to thicken it, mixed it exactly sixteen times counterclockwise, and nudged Teddy.
"Teds, I'm done. Did I do it right?"
Teddy opened his unfocused eyes and sat up, shaking worse than before, James noticed the ring of white in the middle of either iris, and he stared at the tonic, nodding slowly.
"Yea... yea, it has the right consistency, the right color."
"Right, good," James carefully ladled the tonic into a cup that had been waiting nearby, sitting on the couch next to Teddy and waiting for the Auror to wrap his hands around it.
Still shaking, so James kept a hold on the cup as well, helping to lift it so Teddy could drink it, his face twisting in dislike but drinking all of it and turning away to cough into his arm.
"Did it taste right? Did I do it right? Are you okay?"
"You did fine, James, I trust you," Teddy promised, but James felt wary as he set the cup back down, taking the handkerchief from Teddy's weakly clenched fist and cleaning away the blood on his chin.
"I thought from the silver... does this have to do with your dad?"
Teddy winced at that, "I'm not a werewolf."
"Yea I know, but-."
"I get migraines when the moon is full," Teddy mumbled, "No one picked up on it immediately, took a few years for my grandma to realize the headaches came so frequently around the same cycle of the moon filling out. There's never been a case of a werewolf having a child before, not like me, so no one really knew what would happen. I guess... even if I'm not a full werewolf, even if I don't transform, something in me still reacts to the full moon. My head feels like it's shrinking in on my brain, like my skull is shattering open. It's horrible. It can get so bad that I black out, I get nauseous, have nightmares."
"I'm sorry," James said it softly, still trying the wipe away the blood from Teddy's nose, "Do you... get nose bleeds a lot?"
Teddy nodded, "If my nose starts bleeding it's a pretty clear sign my headache is getting too severe. Normally I'm supposed to take that tonic before it happens. After it bleeds, then I start feeling nauseous, and by then it's too late to take my tonic, and I usually black out."
"Did you take it too late now?"
"No, I think I got it in time...," he managed to smile at James, taking the handkerchief from him, "Thank you. I don't think I would've been able to finish preparing it had you not come along to help. I'm sorry, though, that you have to see me like this."
"I don't care about that, Ted," James assured, keeping a hand on his shoulder, "You don't have to hide anything from me just to keep me from worrying. If you need help with this again in the future, let me know, okay?" he waited eagerly for Teddy to nod, then pulled away his hand, "Good then. Lie down again since you've taken the tonic. I'll put all this away."
"You go back to sleep too," Teddy insisted, watching James put all the potion supplies back into the small case.
"I will, I promise, just let me do this much more for you."
Teddy didn't complain, either he was too exhausted to or was genuinely fine with James doing more. He sat quietly on the couch and finished cleaning up his face as James finished putting everything away, filling a few vials with what was left of the tonic and stowing them in the box as well, shutting and securing it before sitting back on the couch next to Teddy.
"Aren't you going to bed?" he asked, James was pleased to see his eyes were lightening from the pitch black.
"Um, duh?" James pulled at the blanket that was hanging over the back of the couch, "I'm getting settled now."
"You should go back upstairs."
"Fred and Hugo keep snoring, Louis talks too much in his sleep, and I woke up with Al's hand in my face. I'd probably sleep better down here anyway," James decided, wrapping the blanket around himself, throwing the other side around Teddy, who seemed like he wanted to protest.
James didn't give him time to, just took the second blanket that Molly had left there for Teddy and wrapped that one around them both before curling up, feeling the weight of his worry mix with the early morning hour and yawning through the crackle of the fire.
"You can use me as a pillow," he said to Teddy, but he didn't really expect him to take the offer, so when he did, slumping and lying his head on James' shoulder, he tensed up in surprise, wide eyes staring at the mantle.
"Thank you," Teddy mumbled, he sounded truly exhausted, and James looked down at him, eyes closed and face still too pale.
His hair, luckily, had changed from that tar black, and the shade it had taken made James blink a few times in surprise. Pale, powdery pink, like crushed peppermint.
Teddy fell asleep within moments, and James curled closer to him, ensuring the blanket was securely around them and shutting his eyes, lying his cheek in Teddy's hair. He smelt like peppermint, too...
It didn't take James long to fall asleep either, and by the time he woke up, it was already nine in the morning, which was much later than he'd expected. Though he did stay awake with Teddy for pretty long, at least an hour. At first he didn't understand what had woken him, peeling his eyes open a crack just to stare at the fireplace, the stockings all stuffed and the fire newly stoked.
Then he heard it, the condescending sound of someone sipping tea, and blinked his eyes open, rolling his head to see both Albus and Lily sitting in armchairs across from the couch against the wall, holding cups and wearing matching red and green rimmed Christmas themed sunglasses that twinkled at the edges, the lenses a flashing gold and silver; gifts from Ron no doubt. The two of them were watching him with simple expressions, their eyes hidden by the glasses, but when they seemed to catch him looking at them in bewilderment, they lifted their tea cups from their saucers and brought them to their lips in a ridiculously well rehearsed and simultaneous movement, taking slow, very loud, very condescending sips.
"What... the devil... are you two doing?" James managed to ask through his tumble of confused emotions, and Lily slowly lowered her teacup back into the saucer held in her other hand.
"That, Mister Potter, is what we should be asking."
"How long have you been sitting there?" James asked, shifting, pausing when he felt Teddy's weight still rested against him, head against his shoulder.
"What time is it, Miss Potter?" Albus asked, and Lily answered without looking away from James.
"It's 9:23, Mister Potter."
"Then we've been sitting here for thirty minutes maybe."
"Why do you sound so proud of that?" James asked, still so entirely confused, "You two are freaking me out."
"When did you come downstairs last night?" Lily asked, and James gaped at her.
"I don't know, two o'clock I think?"
"And why did you come down so early, Mister Potter?" Albus asked, "Surely you don't believe in Santa, do you?"
"What? Don't be ridiculous."
Both of them stood up at the same time, setting their saucers and teacups on the table as Lily whipped out a muggle flashlight and flipped it on, shining it into James' face.
"So you admit you came down here to see Teddy?"
"What? I mean, yea? Where did you get that?"
"And what were you doing?" Albus asked, and James squinted against the light to see him.
"I was sleeping, what the bloody else would I be doing?"
His younger siblings crowded closer, "I don't know, James, what would you be doing at 2 a.m. Christmas Eve, sneaking downstairs to visit Teddy?"
"Sleeping, I just told you!"
"Kids, I said not to wake them up," James looked to the side where their father was standing, arms folded and one eyebrow raised, still in his sleepwear and his hair tangled in a bedhead.
Albus and Lily backed away, and Lily shut off her flashlight before picking up her teacup, "He woke up on his own, we didn't do anything, right Al?"
"Yea, dad."
Harry looked at James, who just blanked at him, "I don't even know what's going on, dad."
"Oh both of you!" Ginny snapped as she walked up beside Harry, and Lily and Albus scrambled to grab their cups and leave the room with their mother following, scolding them about bothering their brother, let Teddy rest, blah blah.
"How's he doing?" Harry asked, stepping further into the room and glancing at the closed potion kit before looking at Teddy, whose hair had changed to it's natural tawny brown color in sleep.
It was the best way to know he was really sleeping and not faking. Teddy always kept his hair blue, or other wild colors, only allowing it to change back to the shade he was born with, his father's hair, when he was truly relaxed, not paying attention. Usually when he was sleeping. James loved how fun Teddy's hair could be, but he loved it when he showed his true colors even more. He just wished he could see Teddy's blue-green eyes more often.
"I dunno... he wasn't doing too good last night," James said, looking at his father, "Why did you never tell me about his migraines?"
Harry paused beside the couch, one corner of his lips twitching in a controlled smile before looking down at Teddy, "Well, it wasn't entirely relevant, and would have just worried you."
"His nose was bleeding, too," James said, looking down at where the stained handkerchief was clutched in Teddy's loose fist, "He was hurting pretty bad."
"So he didn't take his medicine after all," Harry looked again to the potion kit, and James shook his head.
"He said he ran out and didn't have time to make more because he's been so busy with work."
"He knows I would have helped," Harry said, looking both guilty and indignant, like he was upset he hadn't realized Teddy was lying and mad that Teddy had lied in the first place, "Honestly."
"I made it up for him," James assured, "Last night. He was starting it but couldn't finish, so I did it for him and made sure he drank it."
"He still looks pretty ill," Harry sighed, "I'm going to let your grandmother know, she and I will make something to put color back in his face," he paused while turning, smiling at James, "Good job looking after him. You must have fixed the potion quickly if he slept so easily."
"Think so?" James asked, "I was worried I may have gotten something wrong. That probably would have made him sicker, I don't want that."
"James, you did fine," Harry chuckled, "Just keep doing what you're doing, okay?"
Still feeling worried, but grateful, James nodded, watching his father leave the room before settling back, looking over at the tree. There were still presents sitting there, so James had a feeling everyone had been waiting for he and Teddy to wake up before tearing into them. That was nice of them, though James felt a bit guilty about making the kids wait.
They wouldn't have to wait much longer, though, as Teddy shifted and lifted a hand to his face, rubbing his eyes and blinking them open, keeping a hand on his head as James reached over to him.
"Teds. You feeling better?"
"Yea," Teddy said blearily, sitting up and detaching himself from the blankets wrapped around him, stretching his arms up until his spine cracked a few times and rubbing his eyes again, "Wow, yea I feel much better. Headaches almost completely gone."
He smiled at James, who had to grin back, because his eyes were that shade of pale blue and icy green that he'd inherited from his father. He must not realize what he looked like yet, still sleepy and not paying attention. James rarely if ever got to see Teddy like this, with his guard completely down; he really did look like his father.
The shade of his eyes flashed to a darker green as blue rapidly colored in his hair and footsteps pounded on the floor, the back door opening and most of the Weasley kids crowding back into the house covered in snow, Lily prancing back into the living room and brightening when she saw Teddy awake.
"Happy Christmas, Teddy!"
Teddy laughed and caught her in a hug that she threw at him, "Happy Christmas, Lils. What time is it?"
"Like 9:30," Albus answered, his Christmas sunglasses pushed onto his head, nestled in his dark hair, "Dad said we weren't allowed to wake you up."
"You should've," Teddy said, eyes wide and looking guilty for some reason, "I don't want to make anyone wait to celebrate."
"It's not a celebration without you though!" Lily argued, pulling away from Teddy and bouncing on her feet, "Dad! Dad! Mummy! Everyone's awake! Daddy! Gran! C'mon! Auntie!" she darted from the room and Teddy laughed loudly.
He stood up and picked up his potions kit, stuffing it into the bag he'd brought along and stowing it back behind the couch before anyone realized what it was and started asking why he'd have it out in the first place. A few of the family were eating or drinking tea and coffee in the kitchen when James and Teddy walked in, but the kids were flitting about in excitement over the presents under the tree.
Molly had Teddy sit, despite his swears that he was fine, and set a plate of breakfast in front of him, ordering him to eat and not move a muscle until he'd finished. James sat with him to eat his own breakfast, not caring that it was a little different than Teddy's.
"Join us when you finish," Molly said, hurrying around the kitchen to tidy up a bit before leaving to join everyone else in the living room.
Teddy and James just laughed about it and finished their food. Like Harry had hoped, there was a lot more color to Teddy's face once he'd finished eating, balancing a mug of cider in his hand as he followed James back into the living room. Teddy seemed to be feeling better, but James kept one eye on him the rest of the morning, even when Andromeda came back, this time through the front door.
Wrapping paper was thrown everywhere, little Molly couldn't decide what she liked better, the bow that had been tied around her present or the thick sweater her grandmother had wrapped it around, everyone was wearing their new Weasley sweater, even Teddy, while eating the candy and looking through books or toys. The adults had gone into the kitchen to cook and talk, half the kids were outside playing in the snow. Teddy tried to join them, but Harry asked him to stay inside ("Just for now, rest."). James was silently pleased about it and stayed inside with him despite how Hugo and Lucy tried to get him outside for a snowball fight.
"The last thing I want to do is ruin your Christmas, James," Teddy muttered, and James just stared at him.
"Name one legitimate way you've ruined my Christmas at all," he dared, and Teddy frowned.
"You had to take care of me last night, I made you wake up late-."
"Teddy I said a legitimate way. Taking care of you didn't ruin anything," James said it with a smile, and after a moment it had the effect he wanted as Teddy smiled back, the ends of his hair paling into that same powder pink that it had been before he'd fallen asleep just the night before.
The pink changed back to blue after a moment, but through the rest of the day it kept popping back up at times. Sometimes just the tips, sometimes whole streaks would flow into existence before changing back to blue, and Victoire was becoming increasingly fascinated by it, looking far too amused and absolutely beaming whenever the pink would show up again.
The more Teddy noticed her grinning, the more frustrated he seemed to get with her, but that just seemed to amuse her even more, and the entire time James just smiled at their interaction, innocently oblivious to whatever silent conversation they were having.
"Stop smirking at me," he heard Teddy whisper at one point when he was focused on something else, and Victoire whispered back.
"You're being very conspicuous, you know?"
"Shut up."
"Do you want a hat?"
"I swear to Merlin..."
"Just be happy he's a complete idiot."
"What are you two whispering about?" Albus asked, from behind them, making them jump in their seats.
"Nothing, Al," Teddy assured quickly, "Grown up stuff."
"Sure," Albus said, reaching up to slide down the red and green sunglasses and lifting up a bottle of Butterbeer with a straw sticking out of it, "but keep in mind, Teds. I, am not a complete idiot," Teddy actually looked a little frightened at that, while Victoire just grinned more, and Albus lifted his drink, "Cheers," and walked away.
"Sometimes I love that boy," Victoire revealed, and Teddy sunk down in his armchair, taking hold of the neck of his sweater and lifting it over his face to hide in it.
By supper time, Teddy seemed to be back to normal, though a bit tired. Sections of his blue hair kept changing to pink, and he'd mutter under his breath in annoyance after realizing it, but he was in much higher spirits, and despite how worried James had been for him, he felt that Christmas had been a success, and was eager to get back to school. It was his last year after all, he wanted to make the most of his Potions class.
"I think I might want to look into being an Auror," James said nonchalantly to Teddy, having taken the seat beside him for dinner that night, and Teddy glanced at him in surprise.
"Really?" he asked for clarity, leaning closer so they could hear each other over the roar of voices passing around the long table, "What brought that up?"
James shrugged, one elbow against the table and his chin in his hand, "Dunno. Guess it seems like a good career."
"You shouldn't pick a job just because it sounds good. You've gotta be passionate about something or you might start slacking, and a Ministry job isn't something you can slack on."
"I know that already," James said in annoyance, "I just wanna learn more about Potions and Tonics, and Aurors use them a lot, don't they?"
Teddy stared at him for a moment, assessing his words, not realizing his blue hair was quickly changing back to that powdery peppermint pink color. Not just strands this time, but entirely.
"Yea, they do," Teddy agreed as James slid his fingertip around the edge of his glass, "You know, there are other careers where you can research Potions. You could go into medicine and work at St Mungos, that could be nice."
"Yea, but you're not at St Mungos, you're at the Ministry," James said, holding up his hand in a "blah" way as if he figured his reasoning was already obvious.
"I thought you weren't that interested in potions?" Teddy asked, dragging his water goblet closer and hiding his face in it as he tried to fix his hair back before more people noticed it.
Already Victoire was snickering again, Albus and Lily had slowly lowered their matching Christmas themed sunglasses over their eyes (where had they even gotten those?), and Harry was glancing between he and his oldest niece with a look of confusion. He could only take bits of comfort from the fact they couldn't hear his conversation with James over the table.
"Well, I wasn't really," James folded his arms over the edge of the table, "They seemed kind of pointless, you know? If I can cast Charms and Spells, why do I need something as physical as Potions? But... I think I get it now, after last night."
"Last night?"
"Well, yea," James gave Teddy an innocent look, one eyebrow raised, "I can't imagine there's a spell I could've cast to make your migraine go away, right?" Teddy choked on his water, "Potions have their uses, they're important; I get it now," James smiled at his plate as he went back to his food, not noticing the way Teddy tried to drown himself in his goblet.
"You're sure you can't stay?" Molly was asking Andromeda at the door later in the night.
The kids were back in the living room trying to clean up, but constantly distracted by the tinsel, toys, and wrapping bows. Harry, Molly, and Ginny were at the door seeing off Andromeda and Teddy, who'd finally managed to fix his hair right and was playing with the strap of his bag.
"We would, but you know how I like spending some alone time with him," Andromeda smiled over at Teddy, who was saying goodbye to Harry, "Besides, we still need to visit Cissy and Draco."
"Yes, of course," Molly looked towards Andromeda's bag, where she'd placed three more wrapped presents, sweaters Molly had made for the three Malfoy's.
While Molly Weasley had found common ground with Narcissa and Draco, and liked Scorpius, she'd conveniently forgotten about Lucius; but she was sure he wouldn't mind; and she didn't care even if he did.
"You'll be apparating there?"
"That's right."
"Well go quick, it's supposed to snow again soon," Molly hugged the other woman before hustling Teddy into her arms, then patting his cheeks and praising him for looking much healthier than he had before.
The two of them stepped into the snow beyond, and Molly shut the door to keep out the cold, moving to the window instead to wave them off. James was at the other window across the room, opened and leaning out to wave at Teddy.
"Happy Christmas! I'll see you soon!"
"Yea?" Teddy grinned and trudged through the snow to reach the window, "See you at the Ministry?"
"Absolutely! And you have to come meet me once I'm home from Hogwarts! Meet me at King's Cross and see me off! It's my last year remember!"
"I couldn't forget if I tried," Teddy promised, digging in his bag for a moment, "One thing, Jamie, but would you watch something for me?"
"Hm?" James frowned, watching Teddy pull out a glass vial of his tonic, and a familiar folded piece of paper, both of which he handed to James, who cradled the vial before unfolding the paper, "Your tonic?"
"Yea, keep it," Teddy said, "I've got it memorized already. Keep that bit just in case I forget again, and keep the recipe too, just in case."
James gaped at him, "Are you sure? This is your health you're giving me, it's no small gift."
"No, I know," Teddy smiled, cheeks flushed from cold, "It's a metaphor, Jamie."
"I'm not that great with those."
"I figured," Teddy started backing up, snow crunching under his boots, "If I trust anyone with my health, it's you," James felt his face warm, and Teddy laughed a little, like he'd made a funny joke, "Happy Christmas, James."
"Yea," James smiled again, lifting his empty hand in a wave, "Happy Christmas."
Teddy and Andromeda apparated seconds later, and snow started drifting down from the dark sky. James leaned back into the house and shut the window, reading over the recipe again before stowing it and the spare vial of tonic into the pocket of his jeans, turning around and jumping in place when he found himself face to face with Lily and Albus.
"Bloody fuck!" he gasped, grabbing his chest and leaning against the wall, "Why have you two started doing this? What pleasure do you gain from giving me these heart attacks?"
"What did Teddy give you?" Lily asked, and James frowned, folding his arms.
"A potion recipe, why?"
"Why'd he give you that?" Albus asked next.
"To practice. I'm going into the Ministry as an Auror after graduating."
Lily and Albus exchanged a look before slowly sliding their sunglasses onto their faces.
"Sure, James, we believe you."
"Where did you even get those?!"
Gleeful laughter and carols sung off key continued to lift from the Burrow into the night as the snow continued to fall and blanket the ground, the sky cloudy, but near midnight when the snow finally paused, there was a break in the clouds, letting a newly waxing moon shine light over the field of white.
#jeddy#je t'aime#tames#cursed child fanfiction#fanfiction#teddy lupin#James Sirius Potter#albus severus potter#lily luna potter#potter sibling triune#ao3#first actual jeddy fic#moon sick#werewolf
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I just listened to a linguistics podcast by lingthusiasm about why all words are real words (transcribed here) and I thought it would be a great resource for queer people in order to combat the "that's not a thing/not a word" response to neologisms and neopronouns.
Especially bc arospec awareness week is coming up so if you have to explain this it's useful to have this source handy!
Some noteable quotes (emphasis mine):
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"Are some words unreal?” I think it’s one of those questions that’s like – that’s like saying, “Are some animals not animals?” Well, you’re already calling them animals, like, what are you doing with yourself?"
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"Erin McKean has a really nice quote about this from her TED talk about redefining the dictionary. She says when people think about a place and they don’t find that place on a map, they think there’s a problem with the map. But when they find a word that’s not in the dictionary, they think this must be a bad word. But it’s more likely to be a bad dictionary. And I think that really sums it up. Okay, maybe a word is or isn’t in a dictionary, but you’ve still found it in the dictionary, that is something that’s just made by people, and they still have to acquire all the words themselves."
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"You know, if you say, “Well, would you accept that dictionary as a source”? And then you show them the word in Merriam-Webster or Oxford – all the dictionaries have “ain’t” – and then you show them there, and they’re like, “Well, I don’t accept this as a source either.” You’re like, “Well, you just changed the goalposts now.” Who do you accept as the ultimate arbiter for what is or isn’t a word? Or is anyone who makes the assertion something isn’t a word automatically the correct one?"
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"Lauren: I just feel like if someone says to you, “That’s not a word,” it’s really unfair that the burden of proof falls on you.
Gretchen: But I’m like, “Here’s a store that’s there.” And you’re like, “Nope. Not a real store because it’s not in the yellow pages yet.” I’m like, “But you can walk into it. It’s a store that will sell you things.” They’re like, “Nope.” No one’s ever asked, “Oh, not a real word? Well, define a real word. What is a real word?”
Lauren: I guess the challenge here is – the easy response is to say, “Well, here’s evidence that it is.” But often when people are saying this, there is something here that’s about language policing, and it’s often cover for some kind of classism, or racism, or it’s particularly picking on the language of a particular subgroup, or it’s covert sexism. So there is something here that’s unpleasant, and I wish people would stop doing.
Gretchen: But even when I agree with them, it’s also still an argument made in bad faith.
Lauren: Yeah.
Gretchen: You know, it’s not – if someone says, “Well, you know, this isn’t a word,” even if I agree that this was probably a typo that someone made, or this is something that maybe wasn’t appropriate to a particular context, legitimising the argument that “not a real word” is a reasonable response to anything is still a problem, even if the core thing that they’re getting at might have some utility in the context because it’s so undefined, and it’s such an easy way of covering for classism and racism and all sorts of these kinds of discriminations that people smuggle into language."
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"Lauren: It kind of reminds me of a subset of this, which I like to think of as the Mansplain Reaction, which is where you say something’s not a real word because it conflicts with your worldview, essentially.
Gretchen: I really like an example of this that I found, which was somebody saying that “conspiracy theory” is not a real word.
Lauren: Oh, okay.
Gretchen: I know!
Lauren: Why is “conspiracy theory” not a real word? Is it because it has a space in it? Gretchen, we’ve been through this one.
Gretchen: No, somebody said it’s a made-up mind-control word that causes one to dismiss the facts of any investigation. I was like, “Oh, okay.”
Lauren: This is a pretty prototypical example of a Mansplain Reaction.
Gretchen: Yeah, so it’s like, “I don’t like the concept expressed by this word, so I’m going to attack the word not the concept,” or say like, “It was unnecessary to name this concept because I don’t think the concept is important or I don’t think the concept exists.”
Lauren: There’s no such thing as “mansplaining.” We’re just having a conversation in which I am aggressively disagreeing at you.
Gretchen: Right. I think the big problem that I have with the “not a real word” argument is it implies that there are some sorts of words that aren’t real. But by the time something exists for you to say, “It’s a kind of word,” that’s all it takes to be a real word."
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This is about language specifically but I think a lot of it also applies to people who say orientations/ identities they haven't heard before or don't like for some reason aren't real things.
You shouldn't have to prove that your identity is real because as soon as you experience it it's real. And you deserve the language to be able to express that.
#queue#language#aro resources#not specific to aros#original#long post#linguistics#words#asaw2019#aaw2019
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Dealing with short-term withdrawals
During the first couple of weeks, you will have some short-term withdrawals.
Sleeplessness:
· Try to take in zero caffeine after noon
· Use a sleep mask
· Drink chamomile tea before bed
· Try not to eat junk food (even if you think you deserve it as a reward for not blazing)
· Use a bedside lamp (with dim light bulbs) in your bedroom instead of using overhead lights so you gradually phase down light exposure once you are winding down for the day.
· No phone/tablet/tv usage before bed besides to set up your phone to play public radio or ted talk playlists or something similar while you are going to sleep. The light on the screen will keep your brain from getting ready for sleep. You don’t want to be stuck with just your thoughts early into your quit, so it is helpful to listen to something (talk radio/podcasts especially) that keeps your mind engaged that’s also not loud or obnoxious. Listening to political podcasts or anything that get you wound up probably isn’t the best idea.
· Don’t substitute alcohol! alcohol ruins your sleep and makes you piss all night so it will be worse for insomnia even if it helps you get to sleep right away. You'll just wake up a couple hours later, potentially with a hangover and you’ll be awake the rest of the night. Plus switching substances will not aim you towards your recovery.
· Keep busy all day and exercise when you can
Sweating
· Be ready to sweat it out. In the summer I'd advise using a fan right by your bed but in winter you’re still going to be sweating even though its cold outside. Have a gym towel or something handy and be ready to change your shirt if you wake up in the middle of the night.
Crazy Dreams
· Log every dream right after you wake up. These dreams can be annoying, but inventorying them can help you figure our what your brain is trying to say.
Boredom:
· Is there anything that is achievable over the next couple weeks that you have been putting off? Whether its cleaning up messes around the house or something fun like skydiving?
· Do you have random documents around the house (medical paperwork, car stuff, personal documents, etc.) that need to be organized and filed away?
· Is your car filthy?
· Do you have any medical issues that you need to see a doctor about but have put of making the appointments?
- Is your car maintenance reasonably good (oil changes, etc.)? Do you have a budget for your income and spending?
· Do you have a bunch of stuff in the house that you no longer need or use but hold onto?
· Can you donate or toss a quarter of all of your belongings to trim down your life?
· In the mid-term to long-term, what are goals and dreams? Write that stuff down and also write down what you can do today to even make a small dent on that goal. Then you will have a to do list! This isn’t a thesis and only you will see it, so don’t worry about impressing anyone. Just be honest with yourself. This stuff gives you a sense of achievement and also swallows up time that you could otherwise spend feeling sorry for yourself about quitting pot.
Irritability/Anxiety:
· Exercise
· Meditation
· Not much else I can help with on this one! I had these problems before I started smoking and I have them years after. Stay the course.
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Honestly??? Bees are so pure?!
Like they help the Earth and mind their own business unless you provoke them. All bees deserve love and support in their handy dany, hard work. They work all the time and have cute little signal dances. If you don't think that's the cutest thing ever then why are we friends?? And their leader is a woman? How do you not think that's the coolest thing ever? I love bees so much and they deserve better. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk™
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