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inquisitorsnappy · 3 years

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2, 7 or 49? whichever you like best!! if none of those fit, let me know and i can send you some different prompts!!

thank you shannon! i went with 49 in the fluff category! it’s a bit angsty but has fluff at the end to make up for it.

as usual for writing stuff, it’s under the cut for length!

Teagan returned to the inn, nodding to to the innkeeper as she walked in. She kicked the snow of her boots and glanced around to see if anyone else was around.

"Any change?"

"Doctor came by earlier to check on him but he's still asleep," he explained. "She said not too worry too much though. It's just exhaustion, from what she can tell."

"Right..." That's what she said last time... but it's been three days. Teagan sighed. "Thank you for telling me. I'll go see how he is."

She quietly made her way to the back of the inn, straight to the room Grøh was recovering in. He was still unconscious when she walked in. To be expected, I suppose. Sitting at his bedside, Teagan looked at the bandages across his chest, where she'd struck him down. The worry that that did more damage that intended flared in her mind again. Soul Calibur can purify... but also eradicate malfested. What if... no. She stopped herself going down that line of thoughts. Now was a time for her usual optimism! Yes, Grøh was asleep and had been for days at this point. That was concerning. But it was an improvement from what he was before. He wasn't missing, last seen falling from a cliff with a sword in his gut nor was he acting like the mindless animal, driven insane by the Cursed Sword's influence. He should be okay. I need to relax. He'll wake up in his own time. She leaned forward and took his hand in hers, squeezing it gently.

"Please wake up soon, Grøh…"

Another sigh escaped her as she stood up, took another look at Grøh and then returned to her own room for the night. She silently prayed that nightmares wouldn't plague her that night. She was tired and needed the rest.

Another day, another attempt to fill the time with something productive. Teagan considered contacting Aval, in case there was anything that needed to be done nearby. Or perhaps word of an Astral Fissure, if there was one in the area. She decided not to, though. The odds of them providing anything useful that she could actually act on was slim and she didn't necessarily want to alert them to the fact that Grøh was alive just yet. His outsider status put a target on him and she wanted to make it clear what that'd do to her alliance with them before making them aware. As it stood, only Natalie and Dion could know that. Anyone else would probably try to hunt him down, unaware that he was under Teagan's protection.

Walking through the small town, she wrapped her arms around herself. Even with the fur-lined uniform Dion gave her, Teagan was not accustomed to the cold. How she made it through a blizzard, she'll never know.

She caught sight of the small barracks for the guards. There weren't many, only four on active duty about town and a few at the barracks, training. I haven't practiced at all since I dragged Grøh here. Maybe that'd be a good plan. It’d keep me occupied at least... Distracted. And it’d warm me up. Teagan made her way to the training yard and coughed loudly to make her presence know.

"Ahem!" There were three men, two that had just halted swinging their swords at training dummies and one sat on a bench under some shelter, presumably taking a break. They looked at her when they noticed her. "By any chance, would I be permitted to use these grounds to train? I fear I haven't been able to and don't want to lose my touch in a fight."

The man that was resting stood and welcomed her in with open arms. "Of course! We couldn't turn you away. After all, you were the warrior that finally managed to slay the Black Demon!"

"...Right." Teagan smiled awkwardly but didn't correct him. Probably best they don't know Grøh was the Black Demon... not a victim of him. Or at least, not a victim in their perception of it. "Thank you."

She made her way to one of the dummies to the far side, away from the others. She wasn't feeling much like socialising. She was far to distracted to hold a conversation with strangers.

Drawing her sword, she took a swing and immediately needed to pause, and coming to her stomach. Right. Still healing. Gotta be careful. Teagan made a step backwards, putting some distance between herself and the dummy and took a deep breath, considering how to accommodate for her injury.

"You okay there?" A different guard this time.

"Yeah. Still recovering from the fight with the Demon," she explained. "Means I need to put a bit more thought into how I move. That's all."

The last guard spoke up. "Wait didn't you return with a sword in your gut? There's no way you've healed enough for that to not cause you problems. Training with a wound like that is insane!"

"Or just dedicated," Teagan said with a smirk. "I'll be fine."

"You sound confidant." He looked rather baffled. "Well, don't say I didn't tell you so if you make that injury worse."

"What did I tell you?"

"Don't be physically active whilst I’m still healing."

The doctor frowned at her as she took a clean set of bandages out from her bag. "And you went and ignored my advice. Why?"

"I feel too... on edge," Teagan said. "I can't do what I want to do because Grøh is still unconscious and I refuse to leave him here. I need to be able to tell him what's happened since he was lost. But there's nothing to do. I hate being cooped up, not being able to do anything. I need to be active."

"Surely you've had to rest to recover from injury before," she said as she started to wrap the bandages around Teagan's midsection. "You must have done, considering some of the scars you have."

"Injuries haven't been so... disruptive before," she explained. "And if I have rested, it's been because I've been physically exhausted. But I'm not. I have loads of energy and too many thoughts and no where to expend them. It's...angering."

The doctor sighed. "It sounds to me like you'll just have to deal with it." "But I don't want to..."

"I Wouldn't have imagined that you'd be so childish about something like this." A small laugh escaped Teagan, ignoring the pain in her abdomen as she did. "What can I say? I'm full of surprises..."

"Listen..." Another sigh, more frustrated this time. "When I'm done rebandaging this, go back to the inn and just rest! If you need something to do, read a book or something."

I already tried that...

Teagan returned to the inn, as instructed, a hand on her stomach. It was earlier in the day than it had been yesterday. Once again, she looked to the innkeeper as she arrived.

"Still no change," he said, sighing sadly.

She nodded. "Thanks for checking."

She walked to his room once again, stopping at the small bookcase to grab something to read before settling into the armchair beside his bed. She opened the book she had taken out, a book of poetry, and attempted to read for a bit.

Teagan let her eyes look at each word carefully, trying to give her full attention to them but found herself several pages in, unable to recall any of what she'd just read. Frustrated, she threw the book the the small table beside her and put her head in her hands. I can't fucking focus. I'm far too distracted. Looking up slightly, her gaze lingered on Grøh. Teagan let out a sigh and leaned back in her seat.

"I wish you'd wake up," she said. She knew he probably couldn't hear her but right now, that didn't matter. "I want to know you're okay. That you're you again. I want to tell Dion I saved you like I promised I would. I want to tell you what's happened, that you don't need to let Azwel dictate your life anymore. And neither do I."

Grøh didn't move at all. He was still asleep.

"I just... want things to get moving again," Teagan mumbled. "But you matter too much to me, Grøh… I can't just leave you."

She grasped his hand and pressed a small kiss to it.

"So for now, I'm going to stay here, with you," she said. "Because right now, you’re the only thing that matters."

Rays of sun could be seen coming through the curtains when Grøh finally opened his eyes. His whole body ached, making moving feel difficult. He thought to try and get out of bed, make sense of his surroundings, find out where he was as a small bout of panic began to bubble in the back of his mind. But then he turned his head to the side and saw Teagan, fast asleep in an armchair beside him and he suddenly felt at ease.

He decided to stay put. If she was there, resting so peacefully, then they must've been okay. Whatever questions he had - where they were, what had happened since the battle in Athens - they could wait until she woke up. For now, he decided to enjoy what little peace they've somehow managed to find.

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#thank you for the prompt shannon!!!#teagan macaodha #the conduit #my writing #idk if this really feels like fluff since it's a lot of teagan mulling around not knowing what to do with herself #but this is what i came up with from the prompt so #i'm just going with it #ghostcity

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thede-vil · 4 years

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candice headcanons & things.

candice has been an absolute nightmare since she was a child. she’s an only child and her father spoiled her, if only to not have to put up with her bullshit. there was no such thing as no in the da vil household, and no expense to great to get little candice far away from her father and all his importance.

where her father is distant and buys gifts to keep her occupied, her mother is overbearing and applies pressure to young candice’s shoulders. dione da vil expects nothing less than greatness from her daughter, and the older woman never misses an opportunity to remind candice that the world outside their estate will eat her alive if she’s too weak.

everything in the da vil house is a competition; who has the best success story of the night, who can answer the trivia question of the night the quickest. every moment in that house is a chance to show off your superiority and it’s from here that candice gets her competitive streak.

she calls herself a “self made millionaire” but let’s be clear, there’s not really much self made about her. sure, she built her business and cultivated a fan base and a reputation for excellence and has even gone on to style some of the world’s biggest celebrities; but candice has always had the da vil name to fall back on. she’s always had a leg up on the competition because she got to watch her mother navigate these very waters as a child, she was a master at the game before she’d even entered.

candice treats everyone in her life as a means to an end. her instagram is filled with pictures of smiling models and celebrities who she adores so long as they keep wearing her clothes. if you’re on top, she’s your best friend, but don’t expect her to help you up when you fall from grace. it’s a great way to move through the cut throat ever changing world of fashion, but it’s not necessarily the best way to treat people.

candice never really had many genuine friends, only people she needed for the moment. her parents weren’t necessarily the warmest people around, and talking about anything she was going through was only ever met with remarks that she’s got to stop being such a cry baby. so candice’s emotional control is not....the best. she’s always just seconds away from flying off the handle. when she was a teenager a doctor suggested she could have bipolar disorder, and, honestly it made sense why she suffers from such drastic mood swings. candice didn’t see it that way, simply screamed and chased the doctor out of the room waving her stilettos at him. she admits now, it could have been a bit of an overreaction, but how dare he imply there was something off about her. she was perfect. she had to be because of her parents, because of the world.

candice is passionate almost to the point of obsession. she wants what she wants and she will do anything to get it. she’s ruthless and cruel and has no problem stepping on the backs of former friends and allies to get ahead. it’s just business afterall, and the world can be so cut throat for women. you’ve just got to do what you got to do.

anyone that knows candice knows her to be intense, driven and egotistical. she wears it like a badge of honor, knows that if she were a man she’d be applauded for being set to her goals as opposed to despised by her peers.

candice loves art and music, finds small pleasures in going to small galleries or open mics (ok, she can only really stay for like ten minutes because bar people are kind of gross and she doesn’t want them touching her). inspiration strikes at any time and seeing others’ art in different mediums never ceases to give her the creative boost she needs.

candice has not been able to keep an assistant for more than four months. they always run away crying that she’s too demanding, or that she assaulted them. which, by the way, throwing a lamp at someone for being an idiot isn’t assult, just duck ok.

any charges pressed against her for alleged assaults are always dropped the second a check is clear. the world need not know she’s a nightmare, that would destroy everything she’s worked so hard to build.

she is very honest and blunt and you should never ask her for her opinion if you don’t want to get your feelings hurt.

PETA, as an organization, fucking sucks. like just mind your business ok. she hasn’t dabbled in designs that utilize fur in a while because she’s afraid of what that backlash will be. she can even be spotted at animal shelters playing with dirty little mutts, er...she means nice sweet dogs in need of love. appearances are everything, and she knows she would be absolutely destroyed if anyone were to ever find about her closet of mink coats and her fur rugs.

she’s bisexual, but not many people know that small fact about her as she’s certain her parents would not take kindly to such deviance. whatever, it’s not the fucking 1700s.

WANTED PLOTS/CONNECTIONS.

boys don’t cry; having you on her arm is honestly just business for her. you’re sweet and have a dazzling smile and everyone just adores you, and she needs people to adore her too, business is good when people like you. mom taught her that. well, unfortunately for candice she doesn’t have a single likeable trait in her body, but that’s ok, she’ll make you think she does just long enough for her to get the positive publicity she needs for her new launch.

NASA; a past girlfriend/boyfriend. candice is no stranger to physical intimacy. sex is sex and sometimes she could use the distraction, sometimes she needs the release as there’s always just so much tension breathing in between her muscles. but when it comes down to the other part of a relationship, you know, the feelings she turns icy and her gaze can freeze you to that spot. last you heard from her she was going on a business trip and the next thing you know she’s on instagram with her lips on someone else. and when she returns and you bring it up, she makes it seem like you’re the problem in the equation. like it’s your fault that you’re so needy and clingy and you want too much. candice had never been the warmest or fuzziest person around but that level of selfishness and disinterest was shocking, even from her.

boss bitch; rivalry with another fashion designer or even just an old classmate who she could never get along with. i promise she won’t murder your character, there’ll just be a lot of manipulation and maybe she’ll try to drive you off the road if she gets mad enough. who knows.

ways to be wicked; i’m just here to fight and create chaos so i request villains being villains together ok. there’s nothing more to that.

devil wears prada; yeah i’ma be a cliche and ask for an aspiring designer to intern. candice can be a mentor and it can be a nightmare for everyone involved but the pay is great and you get to go to great parties and you’ll learn a lot ok. just yanno duck when things start flying.

i’m down for just about anything and honestly very very chill so feel free to message me for anything your little heart desires.

#&. headcanons.#👿 it’s always in my head; everything is always about you. (about.)

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mutantsrisingrpg · 4 years

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EVENT CONCLUSION

An innocent invitation from the leader of Kings Collective disrupted the peace that settled between mutants in the seedy underbelly of Chicago. Benjamin Granger invited the members of The Blackburn Syndicate and The Jem Family into the Garfield Conservatory to prove a point. But, at what cost to his own members and the rest of the mutants in attendance?

The event conclusion for The Peace Treaty and The Betrayal is below! Please note that both open and taken skeletons were mentioned in this conclusion. Because of this, your threads are allowed to mention what those open skeletons did!

TW: gun violence, blood mention, violence

Early in the night, TETHYS calls police on orders from Benjamin to get rid of the protesters outside. Within minutes they arrive to disperse the crowd. Some protesters question which side the police are on and after resisting arrest, are driven to the closest station to be booked.

PANDORA and ARIEL sneak off to another room for some privacy but are seen by SUTTUNGR. He sees a second of PANDORA before walking away, filing the information for a later time.

CHARAN and DEMIOS are seen by EPIMETHEOS in one of the secluded rooms as he’s walking by. Noticing the closeness between the two, he questions the nature of their relationship for a moment. He goes off to find HATI to let them know what he’s seen.

HYDRA watches as PORTIA corners JANUS in the Fern Room and watches as their conversation plays out. They step closer as they notice PORTIA inch closer to them. After a moment, they watch as she walks away and they go off to patrol the other rooms. IO is the next victim to cross PORTIA when she catches them peeing on the plants.

The beginning of the night goes as planned, allowing various members of each gang to get comfortable with each other. It’s only when Benjamin shoots a Blackburn spy in front of each gang. Blood splatters across different members of the gangs due to their unfortunate seating arrangement. Chaos ensues as members of each gang scramble to either escape or take advantage of the destroyed peace treaty.

PAN comes into contact with EPIMETHEUS, landing multiple blows to the older mutant. He also stops PALLENE before he allows her to pass, unsure of why he does so.

NIX and IAPETUS push through the crowd to find Blackburn members and get them to CHARAN, who ran towards Alma and pushed her through a portal as fast as possible. Other Blackburn members followed while PANDORA is held up by PROTEUS.

DEMIOS finds KERBEROS with a smile on his face and the two decide the best course of action is to cause a distraction and allow others to escape, Their combined powers cause a fire to break out and spread almost immediately. Various Jem Family members manage to escape due to that and IO carrying other members.

HYDRA stops DEMIOS by planting false memories into their The Horticulture Hall, Jensen Room, and Monet Garden are almost completely burnt to the ground while the Show House, Aroid House, and Desert House managed to survive with some damage after the fire spread.

Bystanders and others who see the fire contact the police and firefighters, who show up within minutes due to the number of calls made to 911. Firefighters descend onto the Conservatory as police evacuate any remaining mutants from the building. RHEA helps firefighters in the Fern Room as TETHYS and HYDRA distract police from going into the Horticulture Hall. PUCK is tasked with cleaning up the mess Benjamin made and asks TITANIA to help.

Benjamin finally talks to the police, thanking TETHYS and HYDRA for their work. He pays off the police who showed up and promises that he along with the other bosses will go in for an interview the next day. No arrests were made.

After all outsiders leave, Benjamin calls a meeting with all Kings members. He informs those who did not know of the plan that he did what needed to be done. “In order to be taken seriously, we have to get our hands dirty.” Members don’t start leaving the salvaged part of the Conservatory until 2:00 am. HYDRA and PORTIA leave at 5:00 am and head to her apartment.

HATI whispers into Alma’s ear about what EPIMETHEUS told them. Before CHARAN has a moment to breathe after stepping into Green Mill, Alma mentions the sighting and questions what it was about. HATI jumps in to question her loyalty to Blackburn. CHARAN mentions that the point of the peace treaty was to create bonds with the other gangs then leaves, followed by NIX and PANDORA.

SUTTUNGR heals the Blackburn members that were injured before he could help them escape. EPIMETHEUS has injuries from PAN and IO, earning him a lecture in reply. DIONE suffered from steam burns as they tried to put out a fire as it surrounded them and PHOEBE. NIX was burned as well.

Once back at The House, Damien uses the night as a lesson for TITAN. He lectures his son about being the type of boss that people bother respect and fear, something that Benjamin made sure he had that night. Damien also mentions that in order to take over, he will have to learn that these things happen in their world. GANYMEDE backs him up, saying that TITAN will be fine in the future.

IO is stuck at The House helping those who were injured during the night. CALYPSO allows him to heal their burns from their escape.

HYPERION retreats to Cornerstore Convenience to think about which powers he saw that night. Previously uncaring of EUROPA, he noticed how they kept calm under the pressure. PHOBOS also caught his eye even though they weren’t as impressive as he would think.

Alma, Benjamin, and Damien arrive at the local police department the next day to answer questions about the event and fire. All three bosses recite the same thing, no it was not a planned fire and no it was not a crime committed by any of their members. Benjamin takes the police chief aside to pay them off, even more, to make sure the fire gets swept under the rug.

The Chicago Tribune’s front page the next day is about the fire that broke out, with a photo from one of their reporters plastered across it. The Tribune questions whether or not the cause of the fire is tensions between rival mutant gangs in the city and speculates if more violence will follow this. Members of the Chicago government allude to a possible crackdown on mutant laws and reforms to stop similar acts from happening. Joan Zabinski, the leader of the anti-mutant coalition The Chicago Party For Humans and political candidate, is quoted in the article saying the following, “The unchecked power of mutants in this city has allowed extreme violence to happen on our streets. If we do not take this as a warning sign to rewrite our laws and elect someone who will put humans first, more violence is bound to happen.” The Tribune also reached out to the Conservatory who responded by saying, “The fire that happened was a complete accident. While mutants were in attendance last night for an event, it was not caused by any of the guests. Several candles used for decoration were knocked over in passing and caused the fire to break out. We are hoping to reopen soon.”

#mrevent #thank u to everyone for being so amazing for our first event!!!

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holidaywishes · 5 years

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It Had To Be You XXVII

Part Twenty Seven: It’s All Coming Back To Me Now

Summary: After Casino Night, you start to look for a new place to leave so you can give Tyler some space. When he says he doesn’t think it really makes sense, you two start arguing.

Warning: nothing really, maybe a bit of angst -- we’ll see

Author’s Note: I’m sorry this took soooo long! I got a little distracted and went on a bit of a Freddie Bender -- honestly, I searched through so many GIFs and watched so many interviews that I think I’ve been dreaming of the Great Dane. Which meant that Segs kinda took a backseat lol. Anyway, I hope this kinda sorta holds you over until whenever the next part comes out -- which I have no idea when that will be

P.S. I know the ending sucks, it was super rushed and my brain kind of malfunctioned. Plus, the bat signal thing was inspired by the asks I saw pop up on my dash

P.P.S Right before I posted this, I got a notification that Ty made a story and my heart jumped. What a weird coincidence...

Song Credit: It’s All Coming Back To Me Now -- Celine Dion

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You went with Tyler to the rink to say goodbye to Devin and it still hadn’t hit you until you saw him without his gear on.

“You’re actually leaving aren’t you?” you asked as Devin wrapped you in a tight hug

“Got no choice” he sighed

“That’s too bad,” you said as you pulled away, “I was actually starting to like you…”

“Ditto,” he jokingly pushed you and you pouted, “take care of Segs, (Y/N). Don’t let him get out of control.”

“I’ll do my best” you laughed once more before he gave you a quick kiss to the top of your head and went on his way. You noticed him text someone from his phone and you realized that you may never see him again; he truly was becoming one of your good friends and he was one of the few people you could run to when you needed advice.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Diana texted you

“Hey, D. What’s up?”

“Devin’s gone?”

“He got traded last night”

“Well what the hell?!”

“I’m sorry I’m lost…”

“Did you not know that we’ve been seeing each other?”

“NO!?! I mean I know you guys hooked up at Ty’s New Year’s Eve party but I didn’t know anything was still happening…”

“Well, it was. And then I get this vague text from him that just says ‘goodbye,’ I thought he was dying or something!”

“Did you talk to him anymore about it? Ask him how he’s feeling?”

“I mean yeah. He’s bummed. He loved playing here and he made friends on the team. But he’s excited to have a new opportunity with Anaheim”

“Do you think he’s lying? I think he’s lying. But if he’s not then okay. He deserves to be happy. So, what are you gonna do?”

“I’m not fucking moving to Anaheim!”

“Okay, first of all, relax. Second, no one said anything about moving to California. You work here. You have a life that you can’t just up and leave. Devin understands that. All I was asking was whether or not you were going to try? With him?”

“Long distance relationships are tricky. You of all people know that…”

“My situation was different. Devin is not James. You’re not me.”

“I know”

“Do you like him? Do you want to give it a chance?”

“I do like him. Like a lot. I would love for it to work out but I don’t know if I can be away from my boyfriend for as long as I would have to be away from him…”

“Can I say something? Without you getting defensive?”

“You can try…” you scoffed at your phone before you carefully crafted your message.

“Your relationships have all been very… accommodating. You’ve dated guys who give up everything for you and you don’t have to make any sacrifices and you know what? The guys have all turned out to be complete idiots with no ambition. And now, you’ve got Devin. Who’s super sweet and funny and smart and mature for his age and full of ambition, who’s clearly driven. And you don’t want to give an inch?”

“What if it ends badly?”

“Then it ends badly.”

“Wow…”

“But at least you can say you tried. If you don’t try, it will both end badly and never start…”

“UGHHHHH!”

“Text him. I gotta go.” When she didn’t text you back, you figured she was talking to Devin so you went to watch Tyler practice a little before eventually calling it a day and heading home; calling Tyler to the bench to give him a quick kiss goodbye.

“Ooooh, look at the love birds!!” Ben cooed and you blushed

“Alright enough. (Y/N), time for you to go. Seguin, back to work!” Monty snapped and you did as he advised, slightly uncomfortable now at the stares the group was giving you. You waved shyly at Tyler and then gave a slightly more grandiose wave to the rest of the team before heading home, shaking your head to yourself. On your way back to Tyler’s house, you realized that you hadn’t actually started looking at places on your own; once you moved to Dallas, you just kind of moved in with Tyler.

Yes. The two of you had talked about it and came up with boundaries and stuff but the house was never going to be yours. And it really was never going to feel like yours. And you wanted something in Dallas that belonged to you, so you could feel like you were your own person and not just something that belonged to Tyler. Two hours later, you’d looked at at least 20 Airbnb's, a few hotels and some apartments downtown and were seriously considering two of them, when Tyler popped his head over your shoulder.

“What are you doing?” he said as he kissed your cheek

“Looking at places. What parts of the city do you think are the best?” you replied, still searching your screen

“I thought you were staying here?”

“Ty, we talked about this. I was going to stay here until I found a place…”

“We came up with boundaries. I thought that was enough? I thought that was our agreement?”

“Well, sort of…” you closed your computer and turned to face him, “don’t you think we need some space though? Like this is your place. And that’s great. It’s awesome and I love being able to stay here..”

“Great. End of conversation!”

“But Ty, I need something for me. Something that’s mine”

“Your job isn’t enough?”

“What?”

“I want you to stay here with me!” he started to shout and you could see the hurt on his face becoming more apparent, “You’re gonna end up leaving in two months to go back to finish your degree and then what? We go back to only seeing each other when I’m in town? Only talk when you don’t have an assignment? When you’re not working?”

“Of course not! We’ll still see each other while I’m here and we’d Facetime or Skype or call or text when I go back…” you tried, rubbing his arm to calm him to no avail

“I just don’t get it,” he got up from where he was sitting, storming into the kitchen with the dogs following at his heels, “why leave? Why don’t you want to be with me here?” The words stabbed you and your eyes began to brim with tears

“I want to be with you. Here. Everywhere. All the time. I just don’t want us to get tired of each other…” you spoke quietly, getting up and walking to where he was, wrapping your arms around his waist, “I love you, Ty. Don’t doubt that for a second”

“It’s a little late for that”

“What?”

“For me not to doubt it. I love you and I want you to stay and I thought that would make it clear how I feel about you. But you wanting to leave.. how am I supposed to think that you love me if you want to leave me?”

“Because I don’t want to leave you, Tyler!” he scoffed at you, turning his body, forcing you to walk in front of him, “this is not me saying I need space or we should take a break. This is just me saying I don’t want you to think I’m --” He peeled his eyes from the floor to stare up at you when you stopped talking suddenly, curious about what you’d say next.

“Think you’re what?”

“Using you…?” you sighed and brought your hand to your forehead, rubbing it gently, “I’m not that girl, Ty. I don’t want you to think I expect something of you just because we’re dating. Or make you think we’re dating because of all the things you can give me. I’m not… god it sounds so dumb saying it out loud…”

“You’re not a gold digger?” he laughed and your eyes opened wide at his words, you quickly nodded and he brought you in for a hug, “where is this coming from?”

“I have no idea…” and you honestly didn’t. In the time you’d been dating Tyler, he’d never taken away your independence. The only thing he’d ever bought you was the dress and the shoes for the Casino Night. Everything else was yours. All the jewelry you owned, your favourite Kate Spade bag, your phone (and it’s accompanying bills) -- all yours. He wasn’t paying for anything. So you had no idea where this argument stirred from.

“How about this? You honestly feel like you need a place of your own? Fine,” you cocked your eyebrows at him in concern, “but get somewhere close. So I can see you anytime I want.”

“How close are we talking? Because you know I can’t afford this neighbourhood…” you laughed and you knew what was coming. A quick press of his lips to yours as his hands roamed your body, stopping where your ass met the back of your thighs

“Then stay here…” he whispered against your neck, “we can do this any time we want. And you won’t have to waste any money. I won’t think you’re a gold digger. I’ll only buy you things if it’s a special occasion. Or if I see something and think of you.” His tongue danced across your skin as you sunk into his body and you got so distracted that you let out a raspy ‘okay’ and felt him smile against your chest where his lips were.

A month later, you and Tyler had been living together in bliss and it felt almost surreal. You’d celebrated his birthday and yours in town; grabbing a drink at a bar and then he took you out dancing after much protest from you. You were frequenting the games as well when the team had home games and watching every game with some of the girlfriends at home when the boys were on the road. You were surprisingly at ease; living with a boyfriend after James seemed like an impossible idea and knowing Tyler’s reputation, even after you’d been with him for as long as you had, should’ve made you insecure but he always made you feel safe and loved.

Until you noticed the ‘bat signal...’

It wasn’t something you had even thought about before. Of course, you saw his stories when he would travel on the road, tagging the cities the team would be in, but you just thought he was counting down to when he got to see his dogs again. It wasn’t until someone forwarded you the Spittin’ Chiclets episode that you had even heard anyone call this his ‘bat signal’ and when you saw it again on his stories, you couldn’t help but think about.

And now it was all you could think about.

#tyler seguin #masterlist #tyler seguin imagine #NHL imagine #angst #it's all coming back to me now #celine dion #what a bop #my go to karaoke jam

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racism isn't unintentional, they were well aware of what they were doing when they reduced poe to harmful stereotypes and sidelined finn in favor of white ppl, and it was a deliberate and homophobic choice to make everyone straight, none of this is unintentional which is kind of the entire issue and they do not deserve leniency or forgiveness and im glad that it's reflected in audience reviews b/c frankly LGBT and fans of color didn't like it for good reasons dont invalidate that b/c ur white

“at this point im so distracted by the homophobia and racism that every single character being out of character is just like the icing on the cake, like have your opinion on the movie but don’t be surprised that fans we’re digging the blatant racism and homophobia (and seriously, never again say they meant well when writing in racists tropes, thats fucking gross dude)my mood is u using “or*entalist” while trying to explain that you’re not ignoring the racism in the fandom… you literally said it was good intentions gone wrong that led to the racism we saw on screen, it wasn’t! it was white dudes who loved kylo ren as much as every other white person and hated all of the poc in the movie, if lgbt/poc fans are saying the movie was shit you know they’re saying that b/c we got shafted so dont be like “well it had good parts” like who cares, it was bigoted”

firstly: I use the term orientalist in the context of the racist exotification of east asians by western countries, england and america have a history of this, so does australia, I’m specifically addressing that exact form of appropriation as opposed to, for example, the appropriation of black culture, it was an attempt to conjure up specific associations to make a point and i’m sorry i wasn’t clear enough in my use of the word I assumed i would be understood but I should have worded myself better.

like i said before, I can’t speak for the entire lgbt community by from my tiny place in it and for myself I never expect a mainstream genre film coming out at this point in time to give us anything more than maybe audience baiting, tv shows have more freedom but even Star Trek, a franchise of similar standing to star wars, only managed last year to make canon gay characters a thing that wasn’t subtextual and it was only a few seconds of screentime. Is it disappointing and frustrating? Absolutely! we need to keep pushing for representation. but i wouldn’t call it’s exclusion homophobia but rather a result of the inability for the franchise to go beyond what’s safe in representation due to the homophobic culture of the west and in overseas markets (such as china).

If we’re going to change this garbage representation we have to think nuanced about it, individuals can be pressured to change but we have to understand who they answer to. Money is of course the root of all this, the fear of losing their biggest over seas market is one thing, if Disney owned Marvel movies edit the race of their character to avoid losing Chana’s audience don’t you think that Disney owned Star Wars might be in the same shitty position in terms of LGBT content? You don’t think that a franchise so entrenched in military skirmishes that WARS is in the title might have some other motivations that we need to examine critically? after all the Pentagon funds movies provisionally based on how positively they show militaristic content, and space fascists aside let’s not forget it is about generals and fighter pilots and bombardiers. there are a lot of institutions at play here in the influencing of how the movie show’s it’s content. it’s not just one man it is many making these bad decisions.

And as for racial representation as i stated i love the casting personally of poe and finn and rose, and the various resistance members, but I cannot speak on their characterisation and stereotypes and would like to see the arguments against them laid out because this really is the point i have least perspective on.

Racism based on skin isn’t something i face because growing up in australia my mum immigrated here after the white australia policy was already ended, australia is still a racist country and the type of racism my mum and i faced was based on accent and sterotypes about “wogs” and horrible nationalism and islamophobia. SO I don’t get a say in if it’s bigoted or not. But I do want to be able to talk to people who, because of my weird accent assume i’m american, will let their guard down enough for me to amplify the voices of people of colour concerned about this film. I want to be able to talk to people who because of my presentation of femininity assume i’m straight, will let their guard down, and i can talk to them and about why i think lgbt representation is important and should have been in this film.

my enjoyment of a movie doesn’t make it morally pure, i don’t believe any movie is morally pure, but i think we have to rate these things complexly and I care that it had good parts because kids deserve to see themselves in fun genre movies and this film was a baby step and coul have been better but if people keep buzzing about the stuff they want then the garbage money driven execs might be less resistant next time around

star wars is too big a franchise to die, it survived the prequels after all, so we have to be SPECIFIC with our criticisms if we want change.

listen, you seem determined to hate me and that’s fine, I’d rather you didn’t but you don’t have to like the movie that’s okay.

bigotry is pervasive in many cultures, we have to get rid of it, and your anger and frustration is an important part of that.

but i’m only gonna respond with my thoughts and feeling and my thoughts are that if we wanna fix things we have to be clear and nuanced in our discussions before we outright dismiss this type of film, my feelings are that it’s fiction shaped by the climate it was made in and the responses to it are also shaped by that climate and from my position in al this i have some criticisms but overall don’t think it is the be all and end all battlefield for representation.

anyway, another bias i have is i assume that people working on a franchise they love are gonna go in with good intentions, they have their own blind spots and biases that result in bad writing and casting decisions. being aware of these things is not excusing them it’s putting them in context. wanna change it? write about it. be clear. make a vlog. record a podcast. you sent me a message and that amplified your words so that’s a good step forward but you’re still being really vague be more specific

i agree with your concepts but not your specifics because you’re being too general with me.

i don’t appreciate your tone because i have, you know, emotions, but my emotions aren’t what matter here, i still see what you’re saying and while i don’t agree with how you’re coming at it i think you’re being hyperbolic based on truths. they should have done better.

listen, i don’t know who you are but i’m not here to fight you, hey, what would you recommend I watch instead in terms of film? I can think of some decent scifi and fantasy content that have POC character and/or LGBT content in terms of tv that i have and haven’t watched (luke cage, star trek, the exorcist, raising dion, sense8, Shadowhunters) but it’s not enough and in varying levels of quality but if you have movie recs you think are good on this measure i wanna hear them because everyone deserves good scifi and fantasy stories

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If I started posting some of my original content on Patreon or somewhere, how many people would be interested? Example of my original work below the read more. Please do not steal it. Still working out the kinks of some of the grammar software I use so please forgive me for anything that I’ve missed. I’ll try to get it fixed asap.

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Running for your life is not the best feeling or reason to run. That’s what Tham always said. Elves possessed a messed up view on the death thing since immortality gets boring after a while. The immortal pointy-eared humanoids only faced death when they wished too. Tham might end up laughing, dashing ahead, and even running backward most likely in this plight, but she wasn’t here. I, unfortunately, was. Legs burning as my feet hit the ground hard. A glance back at the screaming goblins let me know just how much ‘fun’ I'd have if I stopped running. It took most of my strength just to hold the large pack filled with a few valuables of questionable ownership.

All right, more than a few. A heavy few things.

If I wasted even a single precious bullet Tham‘d take it out of my hide, or worse my pay. She’d likely show even more anger if the items didn't get delivered. So for the sake of profit and the higher chance of survival the gun came out of the tight leather holster.

A risky chance to take, slowing enough so the goblins got in range, I peered over my shoulder and fired. One of the five shots expelled and a small cracked stone popped out of the gun. Lightning struck out from the muzzle and hit the first goblin, turning him into a gnomish lightbulb for a moment. The greasy hair stood up because of static before bursting into flame. Two others didn’t dive out of the way fast enough and became toasty. Luckily, while running, the stench couldn’t reach me.

Not much farther until I'd reach safety. Keep moving. Tham owed far more than proposed for this job. Foot massage, hot bath, and maybe even those fancy coffee beans the satyrs grew. Expensive stuff. Great distractions to think on instead of the pounding foot pain. The wagon soon came into view. The cliff took a higher drop than I remembered. Must have taken a wrong turn. Since the survivability, if I turned around and ran towards them, rested at zero to none, the alternative possibilities remained limited.

“Luey!” my shout startled the driver making him stare up towards the short cliff to his right.

He caught the bag of goods I threw at him. I leaped. I considered jumping still carrying everything, but I didn’t want to risk a landing on top. Instead, I fell onto the softer items we stored in the back. Gold encrusted boxes, with the gems, tended to break bones if you landed on them from a high, or even a regular fall. Learned from experience. A few experiences.

Upon my safe landing, Luey got the wagon moving as quick as possible. The goblins, not having soft items to land on opted not to follow, but hurled rocks at us. With a heavy sigh, I closed my eyes and tried not to let the bumpy road bother me.

“Um, where are your shoes? And one of your socks is missing too,” Luey, kept around for his outstanding observational skills.

“Oh you know, crawled through a narrow goblin hole. Gave them my shoes as a toll,” they’d pulled them hard enough they came off with one tug. The boots weren’t worth stopping and getting eviscerated to retrieve.

“I don’t think those shoes will fit them. Weren’t they brand new?”

“Luey, shut up please.”

“I mean you said you didn’t need help. With me there we might have killed most of them and made the others run. But no, ‘just a pickup job’ and-”

“Shut it. I will not admit I needed your help. I got out of there, didn’t I?” I attempted to end the conversation and succeeded with my interruption.

Never understood his overwhelming urge to be right. Then again, I think he just liked the sound of his own voice saying ‘I told you so’. His little snort made me want to use another bullet, but I opted to find one of the water skins and take a few long drinks.

After removal of the remaining sock, it ended up getting tossed overboard. What’s the point of keeping a single sock? I’d add the cost of the boots and a new pair of socks to the charge for the chest. Those were custom-made boots. My feet weren’t the normal size for more durable footwear. It took the cobbler over a month to make the forsaken pair. They fit perfect. If they were on my feet, then the soreness wouldn’t even be an issue. Most people‘s feet after running for three miles over the stones, sticks, and who knows what else would be sore, and bleeding. Boots would have prevented all of that.

With thirst satisfied I tried to get comfortable in the wagon. With my eyes closed, it didn’t take long to fall asleep.

“Dion, we’re here. I can’t find our papers from Tham. Where d’you put them?” Luey kept messing up my hair until I stopped pretending to be asleep anymore, even moving his hands to grip my shoulders and shake me just to make sure.

“Papers? You’ve got to be-” looking up as I spoke, my words caught when the bane of the current situation looked at me. “Hello, Raflinel.”

“It’s Rafinielle,” he gave me the normal disdain filled look as he corrected my purposeful butchering of his name. I didn’t like the guy, so making his life difficult filled mine with a hint of joy.

“That’s what I said. You needed our papers, right?” I sighed and began to dig into smaller crates.

For how much Luey deserved a throttling for his asinine superiority complex the man hid our goods well. I didn’t even have to worry over exposing them as I dug around inside the bag and brought up a scroll with a distinctive wax marking on it. A corner missing from being chewed off the paper. Transported worg puppies a couple weeks prior. Like every animal baby, they caused destruction to everything. The scroll gave us free passage to come and go without being searched or halted for more than an hour. The council, more concerned over weapons than any other illegal goods, meant the lovely sidearm might end up being confiscated by the guards until departure without that paper.

Sometimes the guards got greedy which is why Luey hid the bag with the chest in it. The goods we got weren’t always the kind guards enjoyed letting into the city without a cut. The guards made dirt for salary, but their jobs were to stand there and whistle if an attacks were inbound. Most of them didn’t even know how to wield the weapons they carried, so my sympathy for their lack of wealth is non-existent. They charged high, fake taxes and other miscellaneous amounts the city council didn’t demand and put it right into their own pockets. Travelers with an abundance of expensive objects have large purses and not knowning any better fell for it. In Faethes, a town between giant filled hills and goblin rich forests, the con artists were the real monsters.

One particular guard just liked to give people a difficult time. Something about him being one of the high guards of the capital or other nonsense. Not saying he’s a liar, he knows how to use the sword and bow, and might be the only non-corrupt member. This guard, Rafinielle, scrutinized the paper. He attempted a more serious approach to the job. Most of the other guards just let us through. Luey and I come here because it happens to be Tham’s preferred trading post.

“Rafi-nelly, we’ve come through here a dozen times and you know we have that paper. It makes no sense why you don’t just let us go through,” the same thing I say every single time he’s passed the paper back to me.

“Protocol. Without protocol and order, there’d be a mess. As a human, I don’t expect you understand any of that. Even if you have magic secret to longevity. Now be on your way. You cause any trouble and I’ll volunteer to be the one to throw you out of town. I’d take that weapon, and tear that damn paper to shreds," Rafinielle said. He's shorter than me while I sat in the wagon, but still managed to look down on me.

Pure, annoyance driven hate filled my thoughts as I shoved the paper back into the water safe pouch in the wagon. Luey, bless his soul, started the horse moving before I said a word. The movement caused me to bite my tongue and cut off the trouble filled words bouncing at the forefront of my thoughts. Once speaking proved out of the question I opted for a few lewd hand gestures instead. It’s rare when you can see an elf get flustered to the point their face goes red. The ability to annoy Rafinielle into embarrassment, I’m an expert at.

When we were far enough away Elven eyes couldn’t see finite gestures, I moved to dig through the packs to find a snack to eat. Didn‘t want to give him any reason to be suspicious.

Luey directed the horse through the large gates of worked wood and earth that marked the entryway of Faethes. Thirty feet tall hardened wood, grown straight from the ground and shaped into the protective walls of the city. The walls circled the entire expanse, except the three gates, which were open. When you live near giants, it only makes sense to have something just as big to keep them out. Entering the city always held a moment of awe for me. The patience the wall woodworkers possessed to create such a magnificent accomplishment is unimaginable. The walls, being living trees (although what kind I don’t know), grew an extra few inches every year, so in time, they might even touch the clouds.

Inside the city, all sorts of bustling occurred. Gnomes, elves of different races, dwarves, the half-breed something or others, and humans roamed and haggled. Yet no other human such as myself. Human, yes I am, but I lack the regular human lifespan. It made a few people angry and demand the explanation. If I had one, I’d give it in a heartbeat. For a price that is.

Speaking of prices, Luey stopped the wagon in front of Tham’s Treasures and Artifacts. Time to negotiate my way into getting a new pair of boots.

Chimes sounded as Luey and I entered the shop. Glowing orbs provided enough light for shoppers to browse the wares.

For the number of things available, there were far too many shelves lining the walls. Each item appeared to have a solid foot of space around it. Valuables were breakable. To make sure a person didn't bump and break something providing enough space is essential.

People journeyed to Faethes to purchase rare items at Tham's place. Containers, clothing, jewelry, and far more sat on display. Tham kept most of the rare loot in the back. This included spell bullets, enchanted items, rare gems, and weaponry. To discourage thieves, Tham secured her rarer wares in a room behind the counter. I wouldn't suggest trying to get into that back room either. Tham kept a ward on the passageway. Even if I tried, no way could I live through the attempt to break in. Rumor is that she made the ward herself. If Luey didn't stop me on our first visit my extra-long life might have met a quick end.

A few travelers were talking with Tham. It looked as though she had a chain with a green crystal hooked on the end. Most likely they wanted the crystal. Our business isn’t urgent so Luey and I waited.

Travelers from other cities came to Faethes often. Many considered Faethes the capital city of Constalence. Faethes, on top of being the capital, more humans lived there than any other city. Might be because of how safe the tall walls appeared. As short-lived beings, humans did not occupy many positions of power. The highest ranked human represented all the humans on the city council. They deserved at least one vote.

Humans, such cowards. Most didn't chance to leave the safety and remained content with manual labor. That small fact might be why Rafinielle hated me. If I acknowledged his opinions on me that might hurt my feelings.

The elves finished their purchases and began to leave, eyeing me on their way out. It’s great being considered a second-class citizen. Even if humans made up a large part of the population of Faethes, most unable to afford to shop at Tham's. If I told them I'd provided Tham with that jewel they'd laugh. No need fussing over it.

Tham looked to us and smiled. She wore her hair up in braids today. Tham's ears poked out of her hair. Tham adorned the two points with mithril clips. Her skin showed the immortal radiance of the elves with how smooth it appeared. She wore powder on her cheeks and a green shade on her eyelids. Never understood the urge to wear different colored powders. Sometimes it looked nice, but it wasn't for me.

"Dion!" she exclaimed and moved around the counter. "How's my favorite human thief?"

“You have more than one human thief?” I grinned. “It's more of a treasure hunter instead of a thief.”

"You take goods never in your possession prior. You can call it whatever you'd like, but that still screams 'thief' to me. If I had another, you'd still be my favorite," she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and brought me in for a hug.

Tham stood a few inches taller than me. Elves' natural height might make a human feel short, even if the human is of average height. I looked up to meet her sparkling blue eyes and couldn't help but smile. Tham acts selfish, impulsive, and underestimate the danger retrieving boxes filled with who knows what. She remained one of my closest friends despite those traits. However, the idea she might sell me out if offered a good price didn't escape my attention.

My smile faded as she moved to take the box.

"Hey now, no business just yet. We have to renegotiate the price. Getting this took far more effort than initially advertised. I lost my shoes. So we need to chalk a pair of custom leather boots onto the bill," my smile came back when she pouted.

She hated negotiations because that meant someone possessed something she wanted. Neener, neener I've got the pretty box.

Her pout broke as she sighed before speaking, "You are an exasperating human, aren't you, Dion? Fine. New boots added onto the bill."

“Brand new, custom, leather boots.”

“Brand new. Custom. Leather. Boots,” she confirmed.

When dealing with elves or any merchant, a person needed to make sure that their demands were meticulously precise. Merchants might act like a djinn towards a helpless buyer. By this I mean they could give a person what they wanted, without it being what they wanted. I wanted new, custom boots. Tham said 'new boots'. If I accepted the proposal, she could end up giving me the cheapest new boots she could find without breaking the verbal contract. The boots didn't even need to fit me. The boots could end up crocheted instead of leather. So always double check your accords.

"Deal," I passed her the box.

Her smile grew immensely when she got to hold the small chest. It didn't appear as anything out of the ordinary. Then again, she desired what’s tucked away inside the chest. Tham moved to set the box on the counter before reaching into her pocket. She drew out a few small crafting tools for lock picking. Although she could have asked me to pick the lock, she attempted to do it herself. Refusing to ask the professional, me, to do their job only hurt my pride a smidge.

Luey looked around while I kept my eyes on Tham and her attempts. When a small 'snap' sounded her face turned pinker than the powder made it appear. After a couple of minutes, two 'snaps', and a couple tiny broken tools she raised an eyebrow at me. Her eyes narrowed, and I tried not to smile. I swear, I tried not too. Her little huff made it that much harder to fight off a grin. She stepped back from the counter. With my pride bandaged, I moved to get out my own tools to unlock the chest. I moved to take up space she'd left so I could get to work. Trap dismantling and lock picking were art forms. Any idiot could throw paint on a canvas or shove two metal parts into a hole. That didn't mean they'd get the desired results. Just a slight twist and-

"OW!" I jumped back and looked at my fingers.

The chest’s defenses relied on more than a solid metal lock to keep people out. My tools rested inside the lock. A shock of light snapped between the two metal parts. Lightning magic triggered by all other means, but the right key. That made things more interesting.

Tham looked at me with a smug expression. The corner of her lip drawn up in a smile and one of her eyebrows raised. No way I'd admit this might be difficult. Instead, I drew out my thick gloves and went back to work. The leather began to heat as I continued working. A rather dramatic 'click' sounded as the lock popped open. Okay, maybe it might have been less dramatic than I thought, but still dramatic. With my still gloved hands, I opened the box.

Foam padding surrounded glass orbs inside the chest. The foam protected the orbs from damage. No doubt the foam did its job since the contents appeared in prime condition. A lump formed in my throat when I remembered how roughly I'd treated the chest on my escape. Tham’s chances of murdering me if the treasure inside ended up damaged rather high.

“I thought you said this‘d be a treasure. Rubies and diamonds. What’s in here are glass globes with some kind of liquid inside," reaching into the chest I intended to pick one up to look closer at it. Luey's hand grabbed my wrist and prevented it from going any closer to the glass. "Hey! What's the matter Luey?” "You shouldn't touch those," he looked at Tham. "You lied to us."

The tone of his voice, so deep and emotionless made me swallow a sudden lump in my throat. Simultaneously, my mouth felt dry. Luey never got angry in the years I'd known him. The immortal man of stranger unknown origin than myself never got angry. Not until now.

"I said there was a treasure. If Dion and yourself thought it mean jewels and coins, then that is your mistake," Tham pulled the chest across the counter to rest in front of her. "Honestly, I thought the contents of the chest were likely worthless bobbles."

"Those are nowhere near bobbles," he growled deep in the back of his throat and reached to take the box back. "I should destroy These."

"I'm sorry, but no. They're my property now," Tham argued although her hands trembled as Luey stood up straighter.

Luey towered over most, including elves, and because of that, few people knew he often slouched. When he stood up straight, he almost gained another foot in height. Slowly, I began to back away. This might not end well if Tham continued to argue.

"Fine. I’ll get to research them first. I also want to see how you 'destroy' them and tell me everything you know for this exchange and will not pay you for the job," she bit her bottom lip.

"Custom leather boots are not negotiable," Luey said before releasing his side of the chest. "You owe us that much for the trouble of getting these. I would never have let Dion accept this job if I'd known."

Okay, now he might take it too far. I'm an adult thank you very much and can make my own stupid mistakes. By human standards, I’m an elder. Not that it made me any smarter, but Luey didn't have to rip the bandage off of my pride that quick.

“Uh, Luey, I agreed to it. You don't have a say in what I agree or disagree too,” a simple argument that started and ended as he turned to look at me. No way I‘d be stupid enough to continue when he gave me that look. “Even if you refused, you don't control what jobs I accept or not. It's my choice. You might be my friend Luey, but you are not my keeper.”

My mouth beat my brain to the punch.

“You're right on that account, but as a friend, I wouldn’t let you accept,” Luey said, his voice softening to a father-like tone. “It is something that humans shouldn’t touch or worry over.”

"So what are they?"

"That is not important," he reached into his pocket before bringing out a few gold coins to hand to me. "Go get your boots."

I was not a child. Luey looking so worried that it made me scared. Not trembling in my boots scared, more ancient curse fear. I'd handled dangerous items before, things that almost killed me, and yet he basically forbid me to touch one. His eyes looked at my own, his stony features standing firm and immovable.

Taking the gold I left to find the cobbler.

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Born of the cauldron, the gods were created with great, immeasurable power. Power too great for even themselves to understand, though through time they learned to control it. Control it and use it to their benefits, though that just made them even more dangerous. For even with their great power they were driven from every hearth and home they found. Dragons feared them, drove them out, fought against them until they could do nothing more than flee.

Until they found the clan. Where they were welcomed with open doors, for fearsome creatures meant a stronger defense against the world outside that threatened to tear them apart. A stronger wall before the coming darkness. A wall they were more than happy to help build and maintain, for the Queen that showed them such kindness, for the Princess who stole their hearts (in many cases, in a realer way then expected, for many of them [especially Aphrodite] wanted to claim her as a lover, only to be disappointed in her Consort standing in their way [or, in Ares’ case, disappointed that her Consort Xena had chosen Princess Gabrielle over him instead]), for the clan that had welcomed them in so easily.

They had a place to settle, a place to call their own, and for that, they were happy.

For they had been born of the cauldron, born with powers immeasurable, and it was here that their destiny was about to begin.

Greek Goddess of Love, Beauty & Eternal Youth:

Aphrodite is the Goddess of Love and Beauty and according to Hesiod’s Theogony, she was born from the foam in the waters of Paphos, on the island of Cyprus. She supposedly arose from the foam when the Titan Cronus slew his father Uranus and threw his genitals into the sea.

However, according to Homer, in Iliad, Aphrodite may instead be the daughter of ZEUS and Dione. As with so many Greek deities, there are many stories about the origins of the gods.

Many gods believed that her beauty was such that their rivalry over her would spark a war of the gods. Because of this, Zeus married Aphrodite to HEPHAESTUS – he wasn’t seen as a threat because of his ugliness and deformity.

Despite this marriage to Hephaestus, Aphrodite had many lovers. Her lovers include both gods and men – including the god ARES and the mortal Anchises. She also played a role in the story of Eros and Psyche in which admirers of Psyche neglected to worship Venus (Aphrodite) and instead worshipped her. For this, Aphrodite enlisted Eros (Cupid) to exact her revenge but the god of love instead falls in love with the girl.

Later, Aphrodite was both Adonis’s lover and his surrogate mother. This led to a feud with Persephone in which Zeus decreed Adonis should spend half of the year with Aphrodite and half of the year with Persephone.

Facts about Aphrodite:

Aphrodite was the goddess of fertility, love, and beauty.

Two different stories explain the birth of Aphrodite. The first is simple: She was the child of Zeus and Dione.

According to the second story, however, Aphrodite rose from the foam of the sea.

Aphrodite was married to Hephaestus, but Aphrodite did not enter into this union of her own volition.

She and Ares conceived Harmonia, who eventually married Herodotus.

She was the mother of Hermaphroditus by Hermes.

Aphrodite and her son Eros (Cupid) teamed up to cause Zeus to fall in love with a human named Europa.

Aphrodite loved Adonis. She saw him when he was born and determined then that he should be hers. She assigned Persephone to his care, but Persephone fell in love with Adonis also and would not give him back. Finally, Zeus had to mediate. He judged that Adonis should spend half the year with each.

Aphrodite used a swan-drawn car to glide easily through the air.

Although Aphrodite and Hera were not friends, Hera went to the Goddess of Love for help as she endeavored to assist the heroes in their Quest of the Golden Fleece.

Aphrodite, Hera, and Athena were the top three contenders for a gold apple marked “For the Fairest.” They asked Zeus to judge the contest, but he refused. Paris, son of the King of Troy, judged the contest instead. Each of the three goddesses promised him something in return; he chose Aphrodite as the winner of the apple. This story of the Judgment of Paris was considered to be the real reason behind the Trojan War.

During the Trojan War, Aphrodite fought on the side of Paris.

Aphrodite rescued Paris from Menelaus by enveloping him in a cloud and taking him back to Troy.

Aphrodite owned a girdle that contained her enchantments; Hera borrowed it once to seduce Zeus in order to distract him from the Trojan War.

Aphrodite gave Harmonia a necklace that brought disaster to a later generation.

Prostitutes considered the Goddess of Love their patron.

Aphrodite had a few mortal lovers. One of the most notable was the Trojan shepherd Anchises. The two of them conceived Aeneas.

Corinth was the center of Aphrodite’s worship.

Early Greek art depicted the goddess as nude.

She was the model for the famous sculpture Venus de Milo.

Aphrodite and Cupid initiated the love between Jason (hero of the Quest of the Golden Fleece) and the daughter of the Colchian King.

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6 Ways To Feel Assured Within The Weight Room

Strength coaching isn’t any longer only for bodybuilders or athletes. Over the previous few years, strength coaching has gained lots of recognition within the fitness world among each men and girls and across all age teams. this can be awe-inspiring as a result of strength coaching has vast advantages for anyone who desires to feel higher and appearance higher.

What’s not awe-inspiring, however, is that the range of individuals (especially women) who wish to begin strength coaching, however feel intimidated within the weight space.

I get it. making an attempt issue} new is a alarming thing, particularly within the fitness realm, wherever many folks already feel unsure of themselves. augment that the strange-looking instrumentality and unarticulate and moaning that you simply sometimes realize in a very weight space, associated it does not specifically equal an appealing surroundings for a newcomer.

But ne’er worry. You, too, will begin your journey into the planet of strength coaching with simply some useful hints. If you have ever felt frightened or intimidated to steer into a athletic facility, and a lot of specifically, the burden space of a athletic facility, this recommendation will facilitate your realize your way–and your confidence.

1 – Educate Yourself And Have An Idea

First and foremost, educating yourself regarding what you must be doing within the athletic facility, and the way sure exercises are performed, can go an extended manner toward serving to you’re feeling lighter and assured. as luck would have it for you, there’s a large amount of excellent (and free!) info obtainable for people that have an interest in learning a lot of regarding strength coaching. and you’ll be able to conjointly realize a large amount of data comes from GirlsGoneStrong.com.

Remember, there’s no have to re-invent the wheel. There are lots of nice coaching programs out there that have created fantastic results. Elaborated exercises (with animated photos and instructions) whether or not you would like to use free weights, weight machines, your own body or another sort of instrumentality. merely opt for a sweat, learn the exercises, follow it for 6-12 weeks then assess your progress. confine mind that if you are new strength coaching, bodyweight exercises may well be all you would like initially to urge results. which will be particularly comforting if the machines within the athletic facility appear difficult or confusing to you.

It may even be an honest plan to rent a certified trainer for 3 to 5 sessions to find out basic movement patterns and obtain coaching job on a lot of difficult exercises you would like to find out.

2 – Take A Tour Of Your Athletic Facility

There’s nothing worse than wandering around a athletic facility trying to find associate obscure piece of apparatus or moving without aim through a ocean of exercise machines with no plan a way to use them–especially if the burden space already causes you to uncomfortable. whether or not you belong to your native Y, a billboard athletic facility or a non-public coaching studio, there ought to be somebody on workers who is quite willing to require you on a tour of their facility and show you wherever everything is found. several of those workers individuals are equipped to answer questions on a way to use, founded and modify the equipment–and even the aim of every piece.

In the method, do not be afraid to raise queries. nobody is born knowing a way to use a cable cross machine. everybody started right in your shoes, therefore believe me after I say that there aren’t any stupid questions on instrumentality within the athletic facility. simply provoke the knowledge you would like.

Once you get your bearings and have a concept of wherever sure machines and items of apparatus are placed, you may feel way more snug throughout your sweat.

3 – Wear Your Headphones

Headphones and smart workouts go along like Brussels sprouts and bacon (hint: very well).

Wearing headphones permits you to manage what you are paying attention to, escape into your own very little world while not being distracted and obtain in a very solid sweat. You ne’er apprehend what punk music your athletic facility may well be enjoying. I mean, return on! I’ve detected, “My Heart can Go On” by Celine Dion on multiple occasions throughout a group of serious squats. it is not specifically exercise motivation.

Wearing headphones (especially if you hear your favorite energy songs) may also inspire you to figure harder–and even zone out. therefore rather than feeling paranoid that you are being judged by the individuals around you, you will be ECM resolute your favorite tunes and altogether targeted on your sweat. Here are some awe-inspiring sweat playlists to urge you started.

4 – Cool Down

Have you ever spent lots of your time and energy making a worst-case state of affairs in your mind and replaying it over and over and yet again till you are eaten with worry and anxiety that theoretic factor happening? this can be reasonably like that.

When individuals are at the athletic facility, I will promise you that they’re infinitely a lot of involved regarding what they’re doing than what you’re doing. And if they’re wondering you, they’re a lot of disquieted regarding what you’re thinking that of them, than what they think about you.

Phew! Did you catch all of that? Next time you’re feeling upset or paranoid that somebody else is deciding you, critiquing you or talking regarding you at the athletic facility, repeat this mantra to yourself: “If somebody contains a downside with me, it’s their downside, not mine.” you are doing one thing awe-inspiring for yourself, and that is all you would like to suppose about!

Plus, everybody should begin somewhere. Yep, even those individuals you would possibly feel intimidated by were in your shoes once. There was a time after they were new the burden space and doing the identical exercises and victimisation the identical weights as you, therefore it’s probably that they keep in mind those self same feelings that you are having and might understand with you.

So, simply relax and do your factor. (A few deep breaths may also do wonders to calm you down.)

5 – Simply Lie With

“Inaction breeds doubt and worry. Action breeds confidence and bravery. If you would like to beat worry, don’t sit home and consider it. move out and obtain busy.”

This is therefore true. keep with the tip on top of, sitting around worrying regarding being uncomfortable at the athletic facility is ten times worse than truly visiting the athletic facility, wherever there’s a ninety nine.9-percent likelihood that nobody can make fun of you.

If you let worry management your life, you’ll still board a small, tiny, acquainted very little box referred to as your ”comfort zone.” And just in case you are speculative, that’s NOT wherever the magic happens.

Not At All…

In fact, only a few exciting and noteworthy things ever happen at intervals that box. It’s only if we tend to take a deep breath, shut our eyes and jump that we tend to see what we’re very product of.

And you recognize what is amazing? Once you have created that jump just once, whether or not it is a little jump, it makes your next jump easier. And your jumps still get easier and easier till you do not consider regarding doing one thing that you simply haven’t done before.

6 – Pal Up

Okay, therefore perhaps carrying headphones and faking confidence are not your things. perhaps you like to be a small amount a lot of social whereas you are at the athletic facility or feel less self-conscious if you are within the company of others. that is great! Bring a lover with you.

Having another person with you within the weight space can provide you with a way of familiarity and luxury. there is safety in numbers, remember? Your weight-lifting pal does not should be associate skilled so as to assist you, either (although asking to accompany with associate old gymnastic apparatus positive will not hurt).

With a lover by your facet, you’ll be able to keep one another driven with friendly competition and words of encouragement. you’ll be able to spot one another after you wish to use heavier weights and provides each other feedback on kind. you’ll be able to work out the machines by golf shot your minds along. Oh, and you’ll be able to keep each other answerable for aiming to the athletic facility on an everyday basis, too. it is a win-win for each of you.

Strength coaching has unimaginable advantages for men and girls who wish to seem higher, feel higher and live a extended and healthier life. do not let intimidation or worry of embarrassment keep you from reaching your health and fitness goals. Follow the steps on top of, and you may be able to tackle the burden space in no time!

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