#I mean yes I do need money to achieve everything I want to

[nanowrimo]

4 Alternatives to Popular Writing Advice

Some writing advice get passed off as something every writer has to do. The truth is, these tips might not work for everybody! NaNo participant Nicole Wilbur offers some alternatives to popular writing advice that may be a better fit for your writing needs.

While there are no definitive writing “rules”, there’s certainly writing advice so common it feels like it’s become canon. Most popular writing advice is generally good – but what if it doesn’t light up your brain? What if a particular tip doesn’t resonate with you?

 If this popular advice isn’t working - try these alternatives! 

Common advice: Make your character want something.  Alternative: Ask what your character is most afraid of.

Your character usually wants something – the MC’s goal driving the story is a common plot, after all. That something needs to be concrete, meaning the audience will know definitively when they’ve achieved their goal. 

(Is “found independence” concrete? No. Signed the lease on their first apartment? Yes.)

But if you aren’t sure yet, or what they want doesn’t feel motivating enough to support your inciting incident, start with a different question: what is your character afraid of? 

Katniss wants to survive, with her family, yes. But she’s terrified of helplessly watching them die. 

Common advice: Identify your story’s theme and stick it on a post- it above your computer.  Alternative: Use the character’s arc to create a main idea statement, and craft several related questions your story explores. 

English class really made ‘theme’ feel heavy-handed. In my grade nine English class, we listed the themes of To Kill a Mockingbird as: coming of age, racism, justice, and good vs. evil. 

While these are the topics explored in the book, I’ve never found this advice helpful in writing.  Instead, I like to use the controlling idea concept (as in Robert McKee’s Story) and exploratory questions (as in John Truby’s Anatomy of Genres).

A controlling idea is a statement about what the author views as the “proper” way to live, and it’s often cause-and-effect. The exploratory question is – well, a question you want to explore. 

In It’s a Wonderful Life, the controlling idea is something to the effect of “Life is meaningful because of our relationships” or “our lives feel meaningful when we value our family and community over money.” The question: How can a single person influence the future of an entire community?

Common advice: List out your character’s traits, perhaps with a character profile. Alternative: Focus on 2-3 broad brushstrokes that define the character.

When I first started writing, I would list out everything I wanted my character to be: smart, daring, sneaky, kind, greedy, etc. I created a long list of traits. Then I started writing the book. When I went back to look at the traits, I realized the character wasn’t really exhibiting any of these.

Instead of a long list of traits to describe your character, try identifying three. Think of these like three brush strokes on a page, giving the scaffolding of your character. Ideally, the combination of traits should be unexpected: maybe the character is rule-following, people-pleasing, and ambitious. Maybe the character is brash, strategic, and dutiful. 

Then – and this is the fun part – consider how the traits come into conflict, and what their limits are. What happens when our ambitious rule-follower must break the law to get what she wants? Sure, a character might be kind, but what will make her bite someone’s head off?

Common advice: Create a killer plot twist. Alternative: Create an information plot. 

Readers love an unexpected plot twist: whether a main character is killed or an ally turns out to be the bad guy, they’re thrilling. But plotting towards one singular twist can be difficult. 

Instead of using the term plot twist, I like thinking in terms of Brandon Sanderson’s “information” plot archetype. 

An information plot is basically a question the reader is actively trying to work out. It could be like Sarah Dessen's Just Listen where we wonder "what happened between Annabel and her ex-best friend?", "why is Annabel's sister acting strangely?" and "who is Owen, really?" Those all have to do with backstory, but information plots can be about pretty much any hidden information. Another popular question is "who is the bad guy?" - or in other words, "who is after the characters?" The Charlie's Angel franchise, for example, tends to keep viewers guessing at who the true antagonist is until the last few scenes.

Nicole Wilbur is an aspiring YA author, writing sapphic action-adventure stories that cure wanderlust. As a digital nomad, she has no house and no car, but has racked up a ridiculous number of frequent flier miles. She chronicles her writing and travelling journey on her YouTube channel and Chasing Chapters substack.

Photo by George Milton

#nanowrimo #writing #writing advice #writing tips #plotting #characters #by nano guest #nicole wilbur

[yuikomorii]

Happy Birthday, Ayato! ❤️

// Today is the golden boy’s birthday!! Sweet and spicy visual god, you are the reason of my unattainablly high standards… and also of my questionable financial decisions, lol.

This looks more like an Ayayui shrine than an individual Ayato one, but I couldn’t fit all the items in one pic, therefore I chose the ones that were the easiest to find in my room. :”)

Nevertheless… I did try to prepare a SCENARIO too! I used my nsfw edit as the cg, although I didn’t show everything. The romantic part is really cheesy and cringe, but if you’re into fluff, you will like that. 💕💕

~Operation: Ayato-kun’s birthday~

Yui: ( Haa… it feels as if there’s no ending to these anymore… )

( I woke up earlier today, hoping to finish all these exercises, yet I really can’t bring myself to understand how to solve them at all…! )

( My mind is completely in a whole different place right now. Today is Ayato-kun’s birthday after all. )

( Unfortunately, all the assignments kept me so busy this week that I wasn’t even able to bake a cake for him… )

( However, it’s still not too late for that, right? )

( Once I’m done with this page, I will definitely try my best to prepare it as soon as po—)

Reiji: Komori Yui, are you slacking again?

Yui: …!

R-Reiji-san!

( Oh no, he picked up my notebook! )

Reiji: Good grief, there are mistakes everywhere! Do I need to remind you that you are not permitted to bring disgrace upon the Sakamaki family as long as you reside under this mansion's roof?

Yui: Uuh… I-I’m really sorry, Reiji-san. I promise I’ll—

Reiji: Silence. I recently received your report card as well, and I must admit that I’m not pleased with your performance in the slightest. I was expecting such indifference from my brothers, but it’s rather disheartening for a human girl not to care about her education.

Yui: Y-You got it wrong! It’s not like I don’t care about school, but… simply put, the teachers have been giving us much too many tasks lately, and I find them quite difficult to solve, which stresses me out a little, to be honest.

Reiji: Hmph, excuses. I find it incomprehensible how such simple exercises cause you mental difficulties.

Nevertheless, I shall teach you then. Even if it requires the whole day to achieve that.

Yui: You will? Woah, thank you so much, Re— W-Wait, no! We can’t do that today!

Reiji: Pardon? Are you rejecting my offer to tutor you?

Yui: No, no! Not at all! It’s just that today is Ayato-kun’s birthday, and well… I would obviously want to celebrate it with him.

Reiji: Denied.

Yui: Eh—?

Reiji: You truly are a fool. Vampires show no interest in the day of their birth. Now, take a sit.

Yui: …

( I know Reiji-san is not in the wrong, but… I really do want to celebrate Ayato-kun’s birthday. That day may not be special to him but it’s so special to me. )

( Am I being selfish, I wonder…? )

*Timeskip*

Reiji: It appears that you’re finally able to understand how to solve this exercise. The next ones are similar to it, therefore there shouldn’t be any obstacles.

Yui: Yes, I see…

( I appreciate Reiji-san’s help, yet too many hours have passed by and baking a cake from scratch is not possible anymore… )

Place: Living room

Yui: ( Hmm… apparently I still have enough pocket money to buy a cake. I know a self-made one would have been more meaningful, but I really couldn’t… )

Kanato: Yui-san, are you spacing out?

Yui: Eh—? Ah, Kanato-kun, I didn’t see you there. I’m fine, but I’m a bit in a hurry, so… see y— Kya!

( He grabbed my wrist! )

Kanato: You’re going to buy a cake for my brother, aren’t you?

Yui: Uhh… well yes, I mean, it’s his birthday after all.

Kanato: My birthday was yesterday and I didn’t see you get any cake for me, nor for Laito. Teddy thinks you forgot about us. Tell me, Yui-san, is that true?

Yui: T-that’s not it!

Kanato: So you’re going to buy a cake for me as well after all? I might forgive you if you do that.

Yui: ( What did I get myself into…! I’m sure Kanato-kun will throw a tantrum if I say “no”. )

But… I don’t think I got enough money for two cakes.

Kanato: Please don’t worry about that, Yui-san, I know my ways. Or what, are you doubting me now?

Yui: …!

— shakes head —

Kanato: Good, now let’s go.

Place: Demon World Cake shop

Yui: Woah, I’ve never seen such big cakes before!

Kanato: Please don’t shout. Your looks already make you resemble a servant, you don’t have to act like one as well.

Yui: ( Hey, that’s mean! )

Cake shop owner: Welcome, how can I help you?

Yui: We’re searching for a birthday cake, but uhm… one a bit smaller than the ones displayed here, if possible.

Cake shop owner: Any flavor you got in mind?

Yui: ( Speaking of flavor, I don’t think Ayato-kun has ever told me anything about his favorite. He would probably say Takoyaki but a Takoyaki cake… that doesn’t feel right. )

I think he likes straw—

Kanato: Raspberry!

Cake shop owner: Wonderful! We just finished a raspberry cake a few minutes ago!

— brings cake —

Yui: ( It truly looks delicious…! Besides, it’s red as well, which is Ayato-kun’s favorite color, so I believe he would truly like this one! )

Kanato: Alright, we’ll take it!

Place: Mansion

Yui: Phew, I’m glad the cake didn’t get crushed on the way.

Kanato: It’s time to eat!

Yui: Wha—! No, Kanato-kun, you can’t!

Kanato: Excuse me, but who do you think you are? This is my cake, therefore I’m allowed to eat it whenever I want!

Yui: W-Well, don’t you want to wait for Ayato-kun too? This way, you two will be able to eat it together like bro—!!

(He pushed me in the cake!?)

Kanato-kun, why did you do this!?

Kanato: You ruined the cake!

Yui: Me!? But Kanato-kun was the one who pushed me there!

Kanato: Teddy says you’re annoying, and I agree. Now how will you fix your mistakes?

Yui: ( I can barely see anything…! )

Kanato: Fufu, look at her Teddy! She’s full of cake from head to toe! Now, let’s give it a taste che—

Yui: You can’t!

— moves cake away from him —

Kanato: I can!

— moves cake back —

Yui: No!

— moves cake away —

Kanato: Hmph, just give up already, will you!?

— pushes her away —

Yui: Wait, no—!!!

???: Oi, what the—!

— cake falls on them —

Kanato: Noooo, the cake!!!! Ngh, this is no fun anymore!

Yui: Uuh… Why is the floor so soft…?

Ayato: ‘Cause it’s not the floor, you idiot.

Yui: Ah! A-Ayato-kun!

Uhh… Happy birthday…~?

Ayato: Geez, c’mere, you’re an even bigger mess.

— picks her up —

Place: Bathroom

Yui: ( This is so embarrassing…! )

Ayato: Haa… You’re finally not covered in cake anymore.

Yui: I… I’m sorry…

Ayato: Huh? What are you apologizing for? I’m not mad that you dropped that cake on me.

Yui: That’s not the only thing I’m sorry about…

If it weren’t for my carelessness, you would have gotten a nice birthday, but now… you don’t even have a cake anymore.

( Ah, I’m feeling as if I’m about to cry right now… )

Ayato: Hey, c’mon that’s not worth the tears. I’m a vampire, remember? I don’t care about my birthday, so there’s no need to worry about such stuff.

Yui: Maybe you don’t care about it but… I do. I know that I’m about to sound selfish, but your birthday is very special to me. It represents the day you were born and I… I simply can’t imagine not celebrating it.

Ayato-kun is important to me, therefore that automatically makes his birthday important to me too.

Ayato: You klutz…

— hugs her —

Yui: W-Wha—! Ayato-kun…!

Ayato: Seriously, are all humans really that sentimental? Or does this only apply to cute girls like you?

Yui: …!

(He… he called me cute! )

— blushes —

Ayato: The day’s still not over, y’know? There’s still time to celebrate it if you’re really that obsessed with it.

Yui: …! So, are you really okay with that?

Ayato: Yeah? If I weren’t, I would have told you, idiot. On top of that, it’s not like I got anything better to do anyway.

Now tell me, Chichinashi, what exactly do you have in store for today?

Yui: Hm… uhm… nothing comes to my mind at the moment, but for now… I can’t say I mind spending time like this with Ayato-kun.

Ayato: Heh~? You suddenly don’t mind being in my arms while naked?

Yui: P-Phrasing it like that…!

Ayato: Well, if that’s the case, then… you wouldn’t mind if I sucked your blood either, right?

Yui: Go ahead.

Ayato: Hah? No talking back? Are you really that easy to convince today? Or, could it be that you finally admit enjoying the pleasure these fangs give you?

Yui: It’s not only about your fangs, Ayato-kun. I really like you as a whole.

I wasn’t even able to find a gift for you, therefore giving you my blood is the least I can do.

Ayato: Heh, I see… I don’t need your blood as a gift though.

Yui: You don’t…?

Ayato: Nope, ‘cause I already got the best gift ever.

Yui: Is that so?

( Did someone already give him something for his birthday? If that’s the case, then who could it be? )

( Ah… I guess I’m just overthinking, but now I’m really curious. )

Ayato: You really wanna know, don’t you? It’s already written on your face.

Are you getting jealous~?

Yui: T-That’s…—!

Ayato: Pfft, you really did get jealous, huh?

Yui: ( Ugh… he’s making fun of me now! )

Ayato: Anyway, there’s no need to. After all, the best gift I’ve ever gotten…

It’s you, Yui.

— Smooch —

The end

#diabolik lovers #ayato sakamaki #sakamaki ayato #Yui komori #komori yui #dialovers #admin #my edit #(I hope I wrote Reiji and Kanato well) #(they were fun to write at least)

[queerly-autistic]

I just think it's a great time to remember that, yes, even if there is a group of people that gave guidance and set certain things up and steered the ship at the outset, everything that's been happening with regards to saving OFMD has been ordinary every day fans doing what they do.

Heck, there's been almost zero guidance for a few weeks, and the #SaveOFMD and #AdoptOurCrew tags have been rolling along with thousands and thousands and thousands of tweets (I've only seen it dip below 20k once). We did that. Just regular fans did that. So many of these amazing things (like Lube As A Crew!) came from fans reaching out and going 'ooh let's try this!'. Heck, Lube as a Crew was trending MASSIVELY well last night without any guidance from some centralised group - the community did that!

The power in a fan community is that it is grass roots. It's organic. It's why there's so many different OFMD fan fundraising initiatives that all work separately but alongside each other, and it's how we as a fandom have raised so much money for so many different causes.

If you want to do something, do it! Give it a go! Set it up! If you need to, message/tag someone who has a little more clout in the fandom and see if they'll give your idea a boost! If you have an idea but are unsure and need some help shaping it, reach out and find people to help (more on where you might find this in a later paragraph)! It's all coming from the ground up, not the other way around.

There are new groups of fans that are stepping into the space to try and provide guidance, or at least provide a space to develop ideas, but, crucially, these have all so far seemed to have a greater focus on working with the community, rather than leading it. Which I think is the best direction to go in.

Yes, it's great to have spaces where we have people with experience giving some sort of a steer, or offering professional advice, but, again, it needs to be rooted in community - nurturing community, encouraging involvement, sharing expertise whilst also giving space for people to develop their own ideas and find support. Some of the newer initiatives popping up (such as @AdoptOurCrew and @SaveOFMDCrew) seem to be very much about that, and that's what's needed. That's where the power is.

On that note, if you have an idea you want some backing or support with, you can do much worse than getting in touch with one (or both!) of those accounts. I'm currently in the SaveOFMD discord server (campaigning is my job, so wanted to get involved and try and be useful!), and I've been in touch with AdoptOurCrew individually (they helped boost my call out for stories for an article), and I thoroughly recommend that anyone who has an idea, or wants to get involved, reach out to them. Crucially, for me, it all feels like part of the same community working together towards the same goal.

I know that it's reassuring to think there's something centralised that we can just follow - one place that has all knowledge and where everything is coming from - and I know that losing that is frightening, but it's really important to remember: that is not how any of this works, it is not how communities work, and it is not how this campaign has been successful.

It's not been just a couple of people at the top. It never was. It's you who has achieved all this. You are the reason so much has happened so far. You are so much more powerful than you are giving yourself any credit for.

Our Flag Means Us, remember?

#save ofmd #save our flag means death #renew ofmd #renew our flag means death #ofmd #our flag means death #adopt our crew #erin waffles #it feels like a lot of drama but i promise you it is fine and will pass #the first fan campaign i was ever involved with fell apart so dramatically that someone actually faked their own death #a couple of times actually #and yet it carried on because that's what it's about #so trust me when i say that everything is going to be ok #*old lady voice activated*

[jjwho]

What you Need to Heal Right Now

Collaboration with : @amionatea

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Pile 1

Cards pulled out: four of wands reversed, three of cups, the empress, page of swords

So Pile 1

What I see is that in the past you mgihtve never felt included or welcomed. People mightve canceled on you a lot of you could have a lot of family members who don't like you or cut you off. What you need to feel is your insecurity and instability and your self doubts. These issues have most likely caused you to be inable to go to requires or party's or to just have fun with people or just to feel comfortable with yourself being in an area with people without being so subconscious about yourself. You need to Heal by getting more buturingveuth yourself and to be more in tune with you feminine energy. You need to find balance in yourself and have patience with yourself. You should communicate more and be assertive and direct. Don't overthink anything.

Why should you heal this issue?

Nine of cups and King of cups

You'll finally have your dreams come true and finally feel fulfilled with yourself and feel accomplished, you might even meet more emotionally mature people who are patient and tolerant which can help you a lot.

@amionatea s turnnn

Pile 2

For pile 2-

You are in need to heal your connections, both personal relationships as the connection to yourself.

You seem to be stuck isolating yourself, turning a blind I to well meaning connections meant to blossom.

The hurt you've endured in the past keeps you from opening up towards like minded individuals, offering you a harmonious relationship or simply showing interest in you as a person.

Your inner dialogue keeps repeating the same mantras of vigilance and distrust while your need for vulnerability and unity is at a constant high leaving you fighting an inner conflict.

This has exhausted you both mentally and emotionally.

As of now you are asked to face your fears of betrayal and slowly work towards connecting with your surroundings.

You have already made progress in the right direction,you just need to push yourself a little.

Step away from your inner turmoil and allow people to get to know you for you,not for what you perceive them to want from you.

Yes, you have encountered negative people in the past and your need to keep yourself safe from future disappointments and hurt is understandable but not only are you stunting your own personal growth,you are denying yourself of the love you yearn for.

You are meant to experience safe and loving connections and they are there for you to explore if you are brave enough to cross that bridge.

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Pile 3

Pile 3-

Are living in a lack mindset?

The first two cards in your pile paint a picture of some on constantly over burdening themself in hopes of gaining more.

You seem to be working towards emotional fullfillment, longing to have it all in the near future ,thereby forgetting to enjoy your blessings and achievements in the now.

You like to be prepared for the unknown,as much as possible and not wanting to experience certain live situations again has lead you to become a hard and disciplined worker but you can't seem to see yourself as such.

You are stuck viewing yourself as someone aimlessly drifting when you have clearly worked past this aspect of you.

You are in need to work on both yourself Image and your perception on "being of value".

You do not need to be on top of everything for people to love and admire you.

It's okay to not be prepared for everything and relay on your loved ones, especially in regards to emotional situations.

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Back to me😌

Pile 4

Cards pulled out: The star, ace of pentacles reversed, nine of wands reversed, seven of cups reversed

Pile 4.

You need to Heal your creative and positive energy. You need to let your healing energy do its job and heal and not stop it from healing.

You need to start healing these issues so you won't make bad financial decisions, you need to recognise how badly you're spending money and being stingy at the same time. You need to stop being so stubborn and not accepting the help that is offered otherwise you'll be left with nothing and shit options left because you don't accept the help and you don't let yourself think positively and don't you let yourself get hope that you need. You need to work on your issues where you avoid your problems and being too focused on superficial shit.

Why you need to Heal these issues?

Eight of cups and knight of pentacles

So you can finally leave these issues and be given and get stability, security and good financial opportunities.

STOP BEING NEGATIVE OH MY DAYS. You're in a bad situation because you're stubborn and don't let yourself have hope and be positive. Let yourself heal and be positive and hopeful. My days..

#tarot community #astrology #free tarot #pick a pile #intuitive readings #psychic readings #tarot deck #pick an image #pick a pile reading #free readings #pac #jjwho #healing tarot #collaboration

[nakedbibi333]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫

take your power back to realize who you are...

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎… ⋙

These days, I find a lot of people are putting way too much power on the methods they use. Whether it be affirming, the void, or any other method, you are giving your power away to something external.

Methods do not matter. They are not the reason you are able to manifest. You can manifest without methods.

The only thing you need to manifest something in your life is to occupy the state in which you already have what you desire.

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬

States are mindsets.

Think about how you would feel if you had all the money in the world. In that moment, you are accessing the state of the richest person on the planet. And by repeatedly returning to that state, it will eventually become natural to you, and you will have manifested being the richest person in the world.

Do you see how simple manifestation can be?

There's no need to try a million methods or to affirm 10,000 times a day to achieve this. As long as you consciously guide yourself back into the wish fulfilled, you can manifest anything into your life.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝

The only requirement to manifest successfully is to reach this state of the wish fulfilled. This means, thinking about how you would feel if you already had what you wanted, and repeatedly returning to that feeling until it feels like your natural state of being. Sometimes, though, it can be difficult to reach or sustain that feeling.

This is why methods are useful, not important, but useful.

You can use something like scripting to help you feel like what you want has already happened. You can put yourself into your future shoes, recounting exactly how wonderful your life has become now that you have manifested your desires. Right then and there, you are accessing the state of the wish fulfilled.

Now, methods like subliminals and the void often have a reputation that they are used in order to get something or make something happen, not to feel that wish fulfilled. They can be used in that way, but I see a lot of people using them for the former reason.

I need you all to start using methods ONLY to reach the state of the wish fulfilled.

Use methods to change your state. Use methods to help you feel it real. Don't use methods to make something happen in your physical world, because that is counterintuitive. Everything stems from self. Once you change your inner reality, your outer reality will follow. It must.

"𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭"

I have talked about this briefly in a response to an anon, but I dislike the "affirm and persist" trend. Now, if it works for you, more power to you. I'm not here to police anyone's methods. I just want you to know and realize that the power is not within the method, it is within you.

The law of assumption is the law that your assumptions manifest into your reality. How can you change your assumptions? By changing your state and deciding that what you want is already yours. It's as simple as that. No need to affirm, script, go into the void, or anything like that. It's a mindset shift.

SO, you affirm to change your assumptions, therefore it is more accurate to say "assume and persist" because that removes the power from the method. You affirm to assume, therefore your true objective is that assumption, not the affirmation.

Now, I know people say that affirming is not technically a method because it's basically just consciously curating your every day thoughts. Yes, this is true, but I also think that gives your thoughts too much power.

Your thoughts are not you. They are a byproduct of your state. To change your thoughts, change your state. By giving so much power to your thoughts, you are saying that any thought that pops into your mind is an affirmation, which it isn't. I doubt you believe every thought that crosses your mind. And what about intrusive thoughts? Intrusive thoughts don't manifest because they have no intent behind them. You are not occupying a state that matches that thought, therefore it cannot manifest.

So, instead of "affirm and persist," assume and persist.

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐝

Now that that's out of the way, I need you all to remember why we are able to manifest in the first place. We are gods living and existing in our own realities. We have access to an infinite amount of realities with infinite possibilities just on our own. You don't need a single "method" to help you achieve this because you already do this all day every day.

Every moment you change a state, meaning every moment you focus on new beliefs about yourself and the world around you, you shift to a different reality that matches that state. It is instant and it is easy.

We are made for this. This is the most natural thing we do. It's like breathing. It's like saying we need a "method" to breathe or to have our hearts keep beating or to think. None of that is necessary.

You don't need any methods.

I know they're useful. I know they're fun. Methods are a wonderful way to get to the state of the wish fulfilled. But that is their only purpose: for fun and to reach and sustain the state, which is the most important part!

Observe if you are using methods as a way to get your desire, or as a way to feel the wish fulfilled. There is a difference. By using methods as a way to feel and sustain the wish fulfilled, then you are changing your inner reality, and therefore the world around you must change to fit your new state. If you are using methods to change the 3D, then I highly encourage you to reevaluate.

Remember, there is nothing to change but self.

𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞

My post about The Pearl of Great Price

So, when you find yourself giving away too much of your power to any kind of external resource, which includes the 3D world, circumstances, and methods, I need you to remember this idea that Neville Goddard talks about in his lecture called The Pearl of Great Price.

When Neville talks about buying the pearl, he's talking about essentially a trade. A trade in which you give up your belief in external resources; and in return, you believe wholly in your own power as god. He says that you cannot truly believe that you are god if you give any sort of power to any external source, you must give it all up.

So, when you are giving so much power to methods, you are betraying your own belief in yourself.

Therefore, buy the pearl, believe in your own power, and focus on achieving the state of the wish fulfilled. No method has the power to do anything other than help you reach and sustain that state.

All the power is already within you.

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[quandaryqueen]

Mr. Freeze 2.0

Harley Quinn Series Jonathan Crane X Spouse Reader

The Riddler was particularly alarmed when an old coworker and friend's spouse reached out to him after a long time.

It's been a long time, I know I know 😭

"So... You're telling me you wanna bring 'im back to life?"

"Yes." You answered firmly.

"Well, honey, I'm not the man for the job."

Now Edward thinks that it's not in the realm of impossibility at all, when there's crazy shit everywhere in Gotham but why him? There's the Lazarus Pit, the fucking nutjobs with powers, why don't you go bother them?

"I believe you have abundance of abilities that would be of help to me and you're the most intelligent man I know."

Edward raises a brow with a lopsided grin. Ohohoho, now you were pulling the flattery card— those were always his favourite. He doesn't need them at all, he has a pillar of support holding the weight of his confidence, but it does not hurt to hear the others state the obvious.

The Riddler replies, coyly dragging his words. "I don't know about you, but there's Lex Luthor--"

"As if that man ever achieved anything. He just throws money and expects his inventions to come to fruition—" You're not wrong. But that's not quite what he wants to hear. "— But you, you actually make progress."

"Hmm... Right. Tell me everything." Edward leans his arm against the table.

And you have told him everything. He always knew there was something more about you that meets the eye-- I mean, you're fucking married to Jonathan Crane. How could the most generic, sane-looking person be with someone like him? As they say, you are what you love.

Y/N L/N-Crane, Gotham Uni graduate with a degree of Psychology. No discernable background relevant to Edward, other than being affiliated with Jonathan and in turn, associated with the rogues. Scarecrow had put out a note to his other coworkers not to harm you, lest they want to make their lives a living hell. Now that he's dead, his threat was no longer effective, but out of respect and not really having any problems with you, they still abide by it. It is not like they can still use you against Jonathan anyways, but Edward digresses.

"So you're saying that you want to become the next Mister Freeze and bring your dead husband back to life?"

You chuckled, seems like the first time you did after all these times but it never sounded natural in your ears. Funny that he say that, Mister Freeze had actually lent you his equipment suited to preserve Jonathan... Or at least, what's left of him.

Freeze empathizes with you losing the love of your life, he understood just how painful it is. By this, he pulled you in to cope the way he does, locking your spouse's corpse in a low temperature pod in hopes of finding a way to bring them back. It wasn't healthy, but it is only what you have. But you figured it did not had to be that way, to endlessly cry before an embodiment of your grief preserved in a pod for the rest of your days. No, you were determined to bring him back, just as Freeze was.

Meanwhile Edward is particularly stoked you reached out to him, stroke his ego and consult him about a project you would be making— of course you should consult him! He's the smart one, forget the professionals, clearly he is most superior! Oh resurrection? Oh he might just work on it as well. Count him in! Oh he hasn't worked on a new project for a long time, this would be good to dip himself in the water again.

"When do we begin?"

~•~

You are a bright chemist, as Edward had come to discover, no wonder you caught Jonathan's eye despite graduating with a psychology degree. You are no Edward Nygma, of course no one can be as briliant as Edward Nygma, but he has to qualms to point out certain aspects of you he considered impressive. He can admit that you know your stuff pretty well without bruising his ego.

You thought of everything. You ruled out the Lazarus Pit as an option to resurrect due to its unpredictable nature and not to mention, the madness that comes with it. In general, magic was out of the option because you would not fuck with the unfamiliar waters, no that is not your field at all, what use would your science background do other than hanging prettily on your wall? Of course you would make use of it.

Is it possible to bring one back to life? The life long question in which science and the supernatural has their very own answers to. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley had answered the question of what would happen if one were to play god and control life itself, but your do not want to play god nor create life, you just want your Jonathan back. Besides, it did not go well for Doctor Frankenstein but maybe it was the point of it all, to dare tap into the impossible, borderline unnatural, supernatural even, breaking ethics, ruining the natural flaw of vitality of everything. But perhaps it was Frankenstein's neglect, lack of self-awareness, responsibility and accountability that caused him his downfall. Oh, and he's a fucking dropout.

It was wild how you can compare fiction into your life in a manner that is not figurative. You are here planning to bring your Jonathan back to life on a Tuesday night in Gotham City in your basement after having tea with the Riddler. You were no architect and an engineer, and so Edward was called in to design some things from you, perhaps gain feedback from him. He knows his stuff despite not having a degree of it at all and you trust him... Funding was not a problem at all, you have a few materials kindly provided by Victor Fries. After he had passed and successfully healed Nora, he had you in his mind. The low temperature preservation pods, various chemicals, the lair, the freeze ray, the suit... Riddler was not far off when he said you might be the next Mister Freeze. Hopefully not for long.

"Right, so that's the design. Promotes a good flow of necessary fluids, the vital signifier, control panels, Jonny boy's fishtank..."

Looking over a blueprint, the design was doable for Edward to construct in a matter of days and enough for you to make important phone calls for willing participants to contribute a little helping hand for this little project of yours.

So how do you plan to bring him back to life? A mix of both. You meant it when you said you would never fuck with the supernatural, but you also recognise the limitation of science. His body is beyond saving but you will be stopping at nothing to bring him back. You planned to clone his body and give him his old memories. Obtaining his old memories and consciousness is something science cannot do and you turn to the last thing you dreaded to even think about.

Klarion the Witch Boy was out of the option, too unpredictable in your taste. Zatanna does not fuck with this particular side of magic and not to mention, how she would not even involve herself with the likes of you. John Constantine, too drunk to function, moreover, how he'd attempt to fuck every breathing thing... Doctor Psycho specialises in the human mind, but would he be capable of transferring memories and consciousness to another body? You want Jonathan fully healed in a different body as himself, not a clone with his memories. Would he be willing to help? Why would he help you? Would it possible for you to see your Jonathan ever again, or is it just a copy of him you are creating? Fucking hell, is he even capable of such a thing—

"Hey, hey," fingers snapping grounds your back. His hand is on your shoulder. Edward was a touch offended when you began dazing off, how dare you? Though he bit back the remark slots on his tongue by the sight of you flinching. "Stay with me okay?"

You blinked, grounding yourself back to the living realm. "Right..."

~•~

"So what was it like with Crane?"

"Pardon?"

In the midst of you tweaking some gears into the machine, Edward sounds off behind you, having been bored out of his mind after finishing his handiwork early. He found himself drumming the screw driver against a pipe, texting Clock King (he was unfortunately offline), when he laid his eyes on you. With no connection other than Jonathan, he gives it a go. Could be fun to reopen some wounds.

He repeats himself. "What was it like with Crane?"

"Mundane at best. I was the closest thing he has to normalcy since his workplace is catastrophic."

"How'd you met?"

"Uni."

"Why did he chose you?"

"Dunno."

"Why choose him?"

"I have questionable standards."

"You aren't much of a conversationalist, are you?"

"Yes."

Edward should be irked, but he isn't. He was that bored.

"Come on, work with me on something here. I don't like being bored," He sighs, draping himself on his seat, limbs sprawled out. "Monosyllabic much?"

"Occasionally. That was five syllables just about now." A lopsided grin was present at the last sentence, but you relent. "What was he like in the workplace?"

Ahhh, there it is. Edward could work with that.

"Maybe the most tolerable I find. He wasn't much of a bitch, but he can be a bit talkative."

"And you aren't?" You snorted, eyes still fixed on the contraption you were building.

"Touchè," Edward smirks. "The most that stood out to me the most though, was that one Villy's three or four years ago. Ya know, when you were outed in the public?"

You remembered. The ordeal was not easy for you, nor Jonathan. You've been together for a decade and married five years into it. You have been kept away from the public's eye and Jonathan was adamant to keep it that way. One day, someone spotted you. With a single picture, you were in the middle of the spotlight, front page, headlines. What was supposed to be a private matter, came to light when a single photo was snapped with the two of you holding hands, wedding bands visible. The Villy's were just around the corner and you were hot shit, you were nominated to be the best couple, despite your civilian status. Harley Quinn, who was Joker's then-girlfriend, did not take it well.

"The Villy's, you know how rigged it is right? And yet you won the best couple with no strings attached." Edward says. Back then he was amused at the fact that the couple who want nothing to do with the spotlight winning.

"Joker and Harley proceeded to make our lives a living hell. Nothing life-threatening, just general inconvenience..." You sighed, the memories resurfacing. Then you retract your statement. "No, I almost died on laughing gas. Couldn't breathe, was laughing too hard, broke a rib. Jon had to sedate me and make an antidote, then took me to the hospital for my broken rib."

"I remember. I overheard Jonny telling Bane about it." Edward noted how Jonathan was close to crying when he told Bane. He felt a little sorry for the guy, before going about his day. "Was Harley that did that?"

"I don't know." You shrugged.

"Has she apologized for it?" Harley has been going about her 'character arc' lately, with her break up with the Joker, her get together with Ivy and all that.

"No." There you were again, monosyllabic— a sign that the topic was getting a touch too personal.

"Do you still miss him?" It slips from Edward before he can even think about it. He was met by your deadpan gaze, before you gesture at the device you have been working on. The 'Bring my husband back' machine. Oh duh.

"So how are you and Clock King?" You opted to divert the conversation. At least then he'd be more elated to talk about that.

Edward grins, his expression shifting into something so dreamy. "He is so good to me. Just. The best. Just this morning I woke up to breakfast in bed, he is just a sweetheart. I just know I have to marry him."

"You guys should have won the Villy's," you dropped, whilst still tending to testing the mechanism of the device, before readjusting another set of screws.

"Right?" Edward exclaims. "If Harley and Ivy didn't show up up stage, that should have been a disqualification and the runner-up winner should have gotten it. But of course, Joker had to be a self-centred dick." He groans, rolling his eyes. "CK was upset but he got over it. The Villy's rigged anyway and we don't really need it."

"If I were a rogue though, I would have voted for you." You briefly looked up, seeing just how lit Edward's eyes were at the matter of his boyfriend.

"Why thank you," he limps a hand at your direction, before fishing for something in his pocket. With his phone in hand, he began pressing some keys before he holds it in front of you. "This was our third date. He baked us some sweets and we had tea. He is soooo good at cooking and baking ugh, I'd bring some if I can. You just got to try them."

You find yourself smiling at the sight of the happy couple posing in front of the camera, Edward's hand draped on Clock King's shoulder. Good for them.

The contraption was complete and functioning, though you can't find it within you to feel successful. Edward, on the other hand, was his usual self— taking pride of what he has constructed.

"Not bad for a psychologist slash chemist. I might make an engineer out of you yet." Edward gives you an impressed, lop-sided grin as he looks down on the mechanism you made.

You only give him a smile, void of any emotions whatsoever.

"Quick question," Edward knows it within himself nothing about his query is quick. "Do you think old Jonny boy would want to see you..." He vaguely gestures at your form, darkened gaze, bloodshot eyes, exhausted, lethargic, tired, every synonym of it just to drive a point. "Like this?"

Edward gets up, giving you a firm pat on your back, before picking up the apparatus. He proceeds to install it the main machine to get it to run. The 'Bring back my husband' machine whirs to life, the cogs and gears turning, pumps shifting. Edward takes a step back to admire his— er, your (plural)— your handiwork.

~•~

The day came, the apparatus was complete and in order. All that was needed to be done was to do something out of your control and put of your abilities. You settled on cloning the body— you've already made calls to Dr. Psycho for an appointment, transfer everything from John's old body to his new one and to ensure this would not be a case of a clone with Jon's memories, you had to reiterate that.

It was risky. You were unsure. There's no doubt that resurrection is not possible, everyone who had died around you had came back, though not all of them came back right. A seed of doubt was sewn in your mind, though pushed back.

The question did not come from a place of concern (or so he thinks), he just wanted to fuck with your mind. With all the uncertainty lingering in mind, there's bound to be an interesting reaction. He was met with yet again, your dead gaze. Somehow Jonathan in his little pod was looking livelier than you are.

"No."

There was an air of finality to it, wanting not to elaborate further as you step forward to tend to the machine. There was nothing wrong with it, you just wanted to avoid him and his prying. Edward getting under your skin had never gone unnoticed, but it was best to disregard him, lest it should egg him on to poke further. You were above snapping at him, not to mention, you don't even have the energy to take his jabs to heart.

Exhaustion glazed eyes glanced at the body in the tank. An imitation of your husband sloshed in it. This wasn't him, you knew, but you just wanted to have something in his absence.

You won't deny that he had successfully made that seed of doubt in your mind to flourish. It didn't take your psychology degree to think that everything you were doing was in the place of grief. Self-awareness and all that, yet you still proceeded to lend the effort of constructing a machine in hopes to bring him back. It's all in the grieving process.

'Goodbye, my darling.'

Edward found himself raising a brow in shock, when you unplugged the machine, shutting it down. All your efforts, down the drain. All his effort. And yet he didn't feel it was all for nought. He stares at you, waiting for you to say something.

"Jonathan wouldn't like this." All you can do was shrug, he chuckles at this.

"And here I thought you'd be replacing Mr. Freeze." Edward remarks with a smirk. But then, one question remains.

"So, what now?"

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[red-pill-to-swallow]

Introduction

Hey babes,

welcome to my blog!

I’ve been lurking on hypergamyblr and leveling up blogs since forever and the advice I got from there actually helped me to achieve some of my goals.

A few weeks ago I stumbled upon a subreddit called “RedPillWomen”, and it was eye opening. Don’t get me wrong – I don’t necessarily support every theory on there but right now it just makes sense for me and my lifestyle.

But let me tell you something about myself, so you get an idea:

I am a white woman in my early twenties

I have a finished degree

I live in Europe

I am in a longterm relationship with my man (+3 years)

We live together in our own apartment

My man is very succesful and has his own company

I love to cook and to bake but I don’t really like cleaning

I am a homemaker and a spoiled girlfriend (can you be both?)

I am happy and content with my life but I want more. I promise you, that I’ll always tell the truth on my blog and the truth is, that the relationship with my man isn’t the best right now.

We’re not constantly fighting and there is no toxicity or jealousy in the relationship but it is lacking affection, gratitude, sexual attraction and date nights.

Sometimes it just feels as if I’m living with my platonic best friend which isn’t bad at all but I want to bring this sparkle back into our relationship.

I am a firm believer that every relationship needs work. It’s never like in the books or movies, where everything just comes together and somehow works out for decades. It’s hard work.

I also understand if someone would rather break up with their partner than try to fix the relationship, there is no shame in doing so. Especially if there is any sort of abuse, toxicity or lack of attraction to the partner involved.

However, that’s not how it is in my relationship. I still think my man is hot, he never was abusive or nonsupporting to me. Never.

Besides that – he is financially stable, he has goals he wants to achieve and he works hard to provide for us. It would be dumb as hell if I would break things off with him, just because I don’t feel “the” spark right now.

Yes, maybe I would have more fun with another man, who is not working as much and has more free-time – but I have to think about my future and my goals. I have to think about my life in 30+ years.

I know what I want from my life and I know that if I’m staying with my man this life could come true!

What I want from life:

I want a soft life without worrying about being able to pay the bills

I want to be a homemaker

I want children and I don’t want to worry about being able to afford them

I want my children to be able to experience everything they want. No, I don’t mean spoiling them rotten with materialistic things, more like being able to finance them an exchange year in another country or attending a boarding school – if they want to do so. I also want them to be able to pick their hobbies freely, without worrying about money.

I want a stable relationship without drama

I want to be able to buy the clothes that I want

I want to be able to do all the beauty treatments that I want (maybe shallow but it is what it is)

I want to have the house where everyone feels safe and welcome

I know that I have the right foundation to achieve all of those goals, I just have to work hard for them.

It’s going to be quite a journey but I’m very excited about it. I will start to apply Red Pill theories to my life immediately and see where this is going.

I hope to meet some mutuals through this blog – so please comment if you are one, so I can follow your blog!

See you soon!

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[eviesaurusrex]

Hey! I read your Mrs. Strange fic (which was amazing) and was wondering if you could write one for Tony? Where the reader and Tony are getting married and hes absolutely obsessed with y/n. Love your writing!

Hey, love! First of all, thank you so much for reading and enjoying my silly writing! <3 And of course I can write something for Tony. He is actually pretty front and center on my list of characters :3

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"ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴜɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜ." | ᴛ. ꜱᴛᴀʀᴋ

GIF not mine!

Tony Stark x Navy Pilot!Reader

summary: It's Tony's and YN's wedding day, and Tony can't stop himself from showing everyone that he had been right all along.

word count: 2k

warnings: nothing really, this is just pure and wholesome fluff, some loving bickering, mentioning of pregnancy because I can't help myself, this man deserves anything and everything, not entirely proofread

author's note: This will be a short one, I hope no one is mad about this. I just want to get back into writing, and I think that's the best way to achieve it :3 I still hope you like what I came up with even though I'm not too pleased with it :x Btw: We are ignoring the Coulson-thing. I wanted to have him here, so we have Coulson here. Deal with it.

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Smiling, YN watched the guests as they enjoyed themselves in the lavishly decorated venue and took a deep inhale of the flower-scented air wafting around her and everyone else. Tony had been adamant in his endeavors of turning every single fantasy and image fragment floating through her head into reality, so everywhere they had gone today, she had been surrounded by the prettiest of flowers and plants—from their apartment in the compound where she had gotten ready with her bridesmaids and hired stylists, to the grand venue they had held their wedding ceremony in and now celebrated the day. A church wasn't even a fleeting thought because neither YN nor Tony believed in a higher being, despite the many impossible situations they had faced and overcome in the past many years. She actually didn't want to think about the many near-death experiences they both had walked past, nor felt YN the need to think about the expenses made for today's arrangement.

They had enough money, yes, but that had never meant for her to spend it as heavily and indulgently as Tony loved to do.

The thought of her newly turned husband dancing through her mind made the commander smile as brightly as the sun outside. With the same smile resting unmoving on her lips, YN started to thank each and every one she saw for coming and wished them a pleasant afternoon while simultaneously heading toward the perfectly stocked bar. Ever since the beautiful ceremony, which had not only moved her to tears but also a certain man who was still in his denying phase, the woman had felt the dryness in her mouth increasing every passing moment, urging her to tend to her needs which had gotten worse rather quickly over the last few weeks.

She would be lying if she said it didn't scare the living daylights out of her.

"Anything non-alcoholic and a glass of water, Frankie, please," YN asked one of the many bartenders Tony had personally handpicked through hours of going through every single resume the wedding planner had to send straight to him. Both women still didn't understand the meaning of it all, but YN soon had stopped questioning her husband's strange behavior towards everything related to the wedding. Softly shaking her head, the bride mumbled a small Thanks and grabbed for the water to at least inhale half of it before she dried out on the spot. It was strange what her body was willing to do and which changes it went through in order to create a welcoming environment for something she had never considered possible for herself.

"Mrs. Stark! Mrs Stark!"

The all too well-known excited voice of non-other than Peter Parker ripped her mind from its spiraling nature when it came to that topic and back into reality where the brunet young man arrived at her spot at the bar, a bright grin on his handsome features and shining eyes—just as usual. Other than Tony, YN never had hesitated to show him affection in any way possible, considering Peter as something close to a son, and she believed he was thankful for that, even though the woman knew that his aunt was perfectly capable of handling those things herself. But gladly, May and she agreed a long time ago that Peter could use more of that loving environment, so YN had made it her duty to do exactly that.

Smiling, the bride softly brushed over his shoulders in order to straighten the black suit he wore—handpicked by Tony, of course—and straightened the tie around his neck. "Is everything alright?" Being part of the superhero business for longer than YN would like to admit, one could never know, especially not when one married Iron Man himself. But Peter only grinned and nodded too fast for her eyes and dizzy head. "Yeah, totally! Mr. Stark sent me here to remind you to drink and stay hydrated, but you obviously already did that, so here are some snacks I brought from the buffet and which are really, really good, oh, and I also found some chocolate at the dessert table, and—..." Softly laughing, YN stopped the flood of words escaping his mouth by taking the plate filled with an assortment of deliciously looking canapés from his hands and gently patting his cheek. "Thank you, Peter. That's incredibly kind and attentive, but you should go and look for MJ. I think I saw her at one of the balconies."

And with that, YN pushed the shy-turning boy in the right direction and nudged him forward. She was nothing but a matchmaker—at least, she tried her best.

But the moment of quietness didn't stay long because suddenly, someone came up to her and cleared their throat to earn her attention. With a canapé in hand, YN turned and smiled widely at the familiar sight of Phil Coulson, but without his accompanying ID dangling at his suit jacket. "Phil! I'm so glad you could make it." Indeed, she was because, during all her time working with SHIELD and even during the aftermath of what had happened in D.C., Phil Coulson had become a somewhat friend to her, which Tony always had disliked, of course. The agent smiled at her and clumsily patted her lace-covered shoulder. "I couldn't miss this, Commander Stark."

A grin tucked at the corner of her mouth at the sound of her title combined with her newly acquired last name, and maybe YN had to admit that it sounded much better than she ever could've imagined. And as if he knew her thoughts, the man of the hour walked over to them and let his arm slowly sneak around her waist to pull her into his warm, inviting side. A loving, lingering kiss to her cheek followed before Tony shook hands with Coulson. "What do you think, Phil?"—YN couldn't help it and rolled her eyes—"The name fits her perfectly, doesn't it?" One of her hands immediately rose to hit Tony against his chest while her husband only laughed, and Coulson slowly shook his head with an amused expression on his face. "I will leave you two to discuss the matter. Tony, Commander. Congratulations."

As soon as her favorite agent had left them to themselves, YN started to chew on the snacks and cocked a brow at Tony. He, on the other hand, only was able to stare down at her, that one particular smile specially reserved for her very person spreading over his handsome features. His arm tightened its hold around her waist while his other hand started to brush over her arm upward, reaching her shoulder and continuing to her neck, so his thumb could caress her cheek. "But, tell me, wife." The man paused for a moment to grin at YN's chuckle. "Do you still think the change of names was such a disaster?" Cocking her head from one side to the other, YN observed Tony's face before shrugging. "I mean, I don't know yet. Barely anyone has called me by it so far. Maybe you should give it a try, and maybe I could be convinced to start thinking it's not too bad after all," she teased him and giggled at the feeling of his lips pressing kisses to hers. He only stopped to whisper soft versions of "Mrs. Stark" against them, grinning victoriously at the sound of her pleased humming and into the kiss she gave him in return. "Watch out, or you might have to call me Mrs. Stark for the rest of our lives."

Now it was Tony's turn to grin his cheeky, teasing grin and nudged YN's chin up, so he could look her directly into her eyes. "I told you it would suit you, Mrs. Stark. And think of the non-existing trouble we'll have when we start thinking about names. We won't have to find one that suits them both." Almost immediately, she could feel the tears—happy ones—welling up in her eyes, and taking a deep breath, YN leaned her cheek into the warm, comforting palm of his hand. She still couldn't believe how her life had turned for the better, and now, they would have everything they ever wanted, everything they had ever talked about when lying in their dark bedroom, watching the slow sunrise through the grand windows when sleep just wouldn't take hold of them. "And," Tony continued with a soft smile as soon as he saw the tears trying to spill out of his wife's eyes, "She needs the Stark name. We can't have her inherit every single penny without wearing the name that's printed on everything she'll own. Imagine the troubles and unnecessary stress she would have to face in that case because she would need to change every single goddamn letterhead. I don't want that for her."

YN still sniffled a bit, blinking rapidly to suppress the tears from falling, and instead concentrated on the growing question mark in her mind. "She?" The woman asked in a hushed whisper, not daring to take a breath, not wanting to risk scaring Tony off. But he only nodded, barely visible, and let his hand wander to her lower abdomen, where a tiny bump had already made its presence known and which would soon be all over the press. "It's not some weird fatherly feeling, I promise. There's only that one image in my head I can't forget. It's stuck like a damned idea, keeping me up all night."

He removed his hand from the position he had learned to love ever since YN had told him her suspicion to wrap his wife in a tight embrace. "So, you want a girl?" Her question pushed him to kiss her again. "I'm sure I wouldn't mess her up too badly." Her hands on his face and neck let him take a deep breath and ground himself. "You won't mess them up, Tony. I know you won't let that happen because you are who you are. You are the best man I ever had the pleasure to meet—well, not from the beginning..." His grumbling only made her laugh. "That's the way to ruin a compliment, love," the Stark returned but let her continue. "No one is born perfect, husband. We both had to develop and grow on this path we decided to walk together, but we did, and now I can proudly say that I married the best man on earth and that he will be such a wonderful father. Because you will be a wonderful father, Tony. They won't miss a thing in their life because you'd be there to fulfill their every wish and hope, even if it meant for you burning parts of the world down."

He could feel his hands shaking as he cupped his wife's face tenderly, seeing the ring she put there only hours ago almost gleaming in the corner of his vision, and knew he finally arrived at the spot he always was meant to be. Here, with this angel of a woman, making him the happiest and proudest man on earth, and letting him feel things he never had dared to hope for. "You will kick my ass if you ever think I mess her up." YN nodded at that and Tony bent down to press a lingering kiss to her forehead. "And that's why I'm the luckiest man on earth." Because with her, he wouldn't repeat the mistakes his father made all those years ago.

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Oh gosh, I'm so sorry for this horrible dump of words. The idea in my head was so much better T.T The next Tony piece will hopefully be better. As usual: Reblogs, comments, and likes are much appreciated!

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Hazbin Hotel Theories and Finale Predictions!

So, the 5th and the 6th episodes were very eventful and had a lot of information and stuff to think about and OH BOY DID IT MAKE ME THINK.

First of all, I’ll list some of the questions that I have and then theorise about the answers. Then, I’ll tell you about my prediction for the finale and when I say that I might be right on the money, you better believe me ;) (I’m very confident right now).

Of course, this will contain spoilers, so I will hide everything under the cut!

First, the questions. A LOT of them are about Alastor lol

What happened 7 years ago that led Alastor and Lilith of all to disappear? Who did Alastor sell his soul to? Why is he helping Charlie if he stated multiple times that he thinks that redemption is a ridiculous idea? Is there a reason as to why Alastor gained so much power so quickly and why did he go for the Overlords specifically? And why is Husk the only overlord Alastor didn’t kill? Why is Husk in the hotel to begin with??? Why does Alastor dislike Lucifer so much?

And finally

What’s going to happen in the finale?

I have some more minor questions, but I can’t answer them and they’re too specific and don’t have much stuff that could help me answer them, such as “What is Husker’s limit as to what he’s allowed or not allowed to do?”, “What happened between Vox and Alastor?”, etc.

NOW ONTO ANSWERING THOSE QUESTIONS!

We’re going to start with the first 3 because I think they are partially connected. Now, it’s difficult to answer what exactly happened 7 years ago, but I assume this is when Lucifer and Lilith split. This could answer why Lilith is absent but doesn’t answer why Alastor wasn’t present for so long. But I can still answer why Alastor came back!

My biggest theory was that Alastor made a deal with Lilith, but now that it was revealed that he actually sold his soul, I think that he sold it to her. Maybe he tried to overthrow her too but didn’t succeed and has to do her biddings now. And I think what she forced him to do is take care of Charlie and help her at whatever she wants to achieve. Maybe he actually waited for the right time to come back. For the hotel to open! Yes, he finds the idea utterly hilarious, but he’s obligated to support her, that’s why he’s still there.

It still doesn’t really answer why exactly he wasn’t there. Yes, he might’ve just waited, but when Zestiel asked him about why he was gone, he got nervous. There’s definitely more than him just waiting to come back… I’m just not sure why. Please, do reply to this post if you have any theories.

Next is reason why Alastor gained so much power. Obviously, it’s because he rose to the top due to him killing a bunch of Overlords and gaining reputation. I did talk about it in one post by @catodile , when they theorised that Alastor gained his power from Husk specifically and that’s why Husk doesn’t use his powers and USED to be an overlord. But it doesn’t make sense anymore, I think. Considering the fact that he was already able to take souls, he was already an overlord. He didn’t need Husk’s powers. + In “Loser, Baby”, Husk says “I sold my soul to SAVE my power”, which means he still has it, he just can’t use it anymore/not allowed to. Never throughout that scene (And believe me, I’ve rewatched it 10 times or more) does he mention that he doesn’t have those powers. So it can’t be the reason why Alastor suddenly got so powerful as soon as he arrived. The only thing I can think of right now is Lilith. If he didn’t make a contract with her 7 years ago, he could’ve made it right in the beginning. Maybe Lilith told him to kill the Overlords. Each and every one of them… He didn’t kill Husk though. Which leads us to the next question.

Why didn’t he kill Husk? Maybe I’m making Husk too important but the fact that he didn’t kill Husk could be the reason why Alastor was absent. Lilith was angry at him for disobeying her orders. But I think it’s unlikely that he plays such a big role in Alastor’s disappearance. Plus, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know the reason either. He could’ve already guessed if he was the reason… Unless he did, he didn’t really talk about it, did he now?

Husk is a weird choice to not kill. Alastor is merciless, we were told multiple times that he’s a heartless monster. But then we found out he has a friend. That he cares about Charlie. That he can actually be sweet and nice… Maybe he took pity on Husk. Husk is one of the overlords who isn’t exactly stable. He’s a gambler, getting souls is not a 100% guarantee. But maybe this is the reason Alastor chose to spare him and make a deal with him instead - he saw potential. He saw that Husk can be useful. For a moment, he decided that Husk doesn’t deserve death. Yes, he’s still depressed as fuck, but at least he’s alive.

But is it also the reason why he brought him to the hotel? I’m pretty sure Alastor knew that the hotel really doesn’t need a bar and it does look very out of place - it doesn’t even match the color. I think he secretly thinks that Husk needs a second chance. That, despite thinking that this idea is ridiculous, something tells him that it can still help Husk become better. Get back on his feet, maybe. He saw “Happy Hotel” and thought “yep, I’m bringing my depressed minion in here, he could use some therapy”. He’s also a has-been, he fits right in.

And as you might’ve already noticed, I think that Alastor changed. Not only during those 7 years that he was absent, but also while being at the hotel. He used to be emotionless and cruel, but now he looks like a strawberry pimp (Angel’s words, not mine). He doesn’t do much cruelty and the only time we see him attacking someone is when it comes to hotel’s safety (Sir Pentious and the Sharks attacking). During the meeting of the Overlords, he acted out of place, as if he felt like he didn’t belong there. He had to play nice, despite previously killing each and every overlord that he met. He helped at the hotel. He cares. He doesn’t say it (at least not before that one song battle he had with Lucifer), but he cares.

And this is the smoothest transition to the last question that I could make. Why does he hate Lucifer so much? He’s never met him! He literally says “It’s nice to put a face to a name”. He’s heard of him, everyone has, but they've never met. I thought that he might’ve met him when he was with Lilith, but it looks like Lucifer was always very introverted and Lilith was the one in charge. Then it makes sense that, even if he made a deal with her when he just arrived, he’s never met her husband - he didn’t show up. Ever. And maybe that’s partially the reason why Alastor dislikes him. He finds him irresponsible - as a dad, as a husband, as a RULER. He pisses him off proving that he’s a better father figure than Lucifer, that he cares more about Charlie and the hotel, and that Lucifer is a loser and an asshole in general. And he believed that for a long time, even before Lucifer started interacting with Charlie. He didn’t get jealous, he knew he’s an irresponsible airhead before. Maybe he was told by Lilith. Honestly, it makes me think that Alastor and Lilith had something going on, but I’m getting ahead of myself ahaha.

Anyway, those are my conclusions.

What happened 7 years ago that led Alastor and Lilith of all to disappear? Divorce (and something else????)

Who did Alastor sell his soul to? Lilith.

Why is he helping Charlie if he stated multiple times that he thinks that redemption is a ridiculous idea? Lilith made him.

Is there a reason as to why Alastor gained so much power so quickly and why did he go for the Overlords specifically? Contract with Lilith (Maybe).

And why is Husk the only overlord Alastor didn’t kill? He saw potential in him.

Why is Husk in the hotel to begin with??? Took pity on Husk.

Why does he dislike Lucifer so much? He thinks Lucifer is a bitch and a half.

And finally

What’s going to happen in the finale?

TIME FOR THE FINALE PREDICTION THAT I’M SO CONFIDENT ABOUT!!!!!!

Let’s begin… the story needs an ending… A HOMOSEXUAL! /lyr

So, in Episode 5 we’re told that 5 months have passed, which means Extermination is in a month. WHICH THEN MEANS that the finale of Season 1 will be the Extermination itself.

Now that we know that Heaven can’t do shit about it and Charlie is out of hope for Heaven, they will have no choice but turn to the Overlords. After all, they appeared for one episode only (not including the Vees).

We’ve seen a few clips of some of the Overlords singing and hanging out with Charlie and Alastor. What I think will happen is Charlie will attend a meeting of Overlords, tell them what happened, and convince them to finally take a stand against Heaven. They will agree either willingly, or Alastor will go “if you don’t help my daugh- I mean Charlie, I will broadcast your screams all at once.”

I think what they’ll do is either fight off the angels, or Charlie will talk to Sera with Overlords supporting her. Or both.

They’ll open their eyes to the reason as to why Carmilla killed an angel. She tried to protect her family. She was scared. Heaven will realise just how horrible their actions were. Sera will realise how cruel Adam is.

I don’t think Lilith will make an appearance, that would be too quick. At least I hope she won’t. I hope Charlie will be given a chance to deal with it herself and prove that she’s more than just a cheerful little girl. I hope she realises that she can’t force demons to get redeemed and it should be their choice. I hope they will stop exterminations all together and that Adam will go fuck himself.

And I think at the end it will be revealed why Alastor is there and what happened 7 years ago. OOOORRRRRR It will be left for season 2. When the first season came out, they already said that season 2 is coming too. I think in Season 2 they will look for Lilith and try to solve the mystery of what happened 7 years ago.

My wishes for the finale?

Husk gets to use his full powers (Alastor will just go “alright, go off or whatever”)

Angel will get a chance to punch Val again and maybe even break the contract.

Sera will offer Angel to join them in Heaven and he will refuse to go and choose to stay with his friends. Aww, wholesome and delightful.

Charlie gets to use her full powers and show her true potential.

Nifty gets to scratch an angel’s eyes out.

Alastor and Vox working together.

ANYWAY, THAT’S IT! TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!

I will definitely add to it once the finale comes out!!!

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[variety-fangirl]

I have a fic request if you’re taking them! You’re the fem dancer who performs the rain duet in the Magic Mike show in London and your lovely Moon boys go to watch your show as the supportive boyfriends they are. What happens when you get home?

Rain Dance / Moon Boys x fem!reader

Summary: You're a professional dancer helping Mike with his final surprise performance at The Rattigan, the money was just too good to refuse. Of course, you had prepared and pre-warned your boyfriends about the sensual and intimate nature of the dance being performed but they had been supportive of your role and wanted to come watch the final product of your hard work. After witnessing the dance you head home with your boyfriends, only to be in for a surprise of your own.

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS SHOO. Descriptive sexual words and sentences, mentions of intimate, sexual, sensual, and consensual dance, jealousy and possessiveness, smut (unprotected p in v, soft!dom moon boys, spanking, choking, marking, female oral, praise kink) lmk if I missed anything.

Authors note: (SPOILERS! For the new Magic Mike Last Dance film). Absolutely 😍 oh I love this idea! I actually just finished watching Magic Mike Last Dance and loved it, so this idea is *mwah*. That scene was spicy and beautiful! 🥵😍 Thank you so much for requesting, it means a lot! 😁🥰 I hope that you like it and it turned out the way you wanted it to. Sorry it took so long, life and writers block have been kicking my ass fp 😅 Thank you for reading and enjoy! Liking, reblogging, and commenting really helps me out. Thank you.

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Never in your life did you think you would be performing a dance of this nature, something so raw, sensual, and intimate. It was something you never thought would happen outside of a relationship, minus the fact of having clothes on, being so up close and personal in someone's personal space and they you. But there was a part of you that wanted to prove to yourself, that you could do something like this and walk out a new woman who genuinely did something that mattered. And that was by helping Mike, so that he could prove himself and Maxandra also. Did it feel a little weird that she and your boyfriends would be watching you and Mike basically dance fuck with your clothes on? Yes, yes it did. But when it came down to it, it was just a job to you both.

The lead-up to the final dance was chaotic and stressful, with so many ups and downs but you all got there in the end. Granted you had come in last minute with little time to prep but Mike had his vision sorted and ready to go, you just needed to learn the choreography. With all your years of dance, you had found it profoundly difficult, having never done something so obscene and sexual before in dance but honestly? You were so excited about it. It was a new wonderful challenge to say you had overcome. And seeing the final product of what you had all achieved was spectacular and you couldn't wait for others to witness the greatness Mike had created.

When it came to the day of the performance, you were pent up with energy and nerves about the outcome and how your boyfriends would react. You were sure they would be proud of you and your ability as a performer but the dance itself? You weren't so sure. You were just hoping they wouldn't take it to heart. That they could see past the sexual aspect and understand how beautiful and artistic it truly was. You would be thinking of your boyfriends the whole time anyway. Not anyone else, because they were the desire of your dreams and life itself.

When the time for your performance was steadily yet quickly approaching, it was a lot to take in, you were nervous beyond belief. But your main goal was to make your loved ones proud of you, so whilst backstage, you rehearsed and prepped your dance as much as possible. You wanted everything to be flawless and beautiful, so mesmerising to watch that you couldn't take your eyes away. As you were stretching to loosen up your body for dancing, Mike came over. "You ready?" he asked with a cheeky smile that helped calm your nerves ever so slightly, you nodded with a smile.

As you approached the stage to begin, you felt your heart leap out of your chest. It always did before each performance, no matter how many you had done over the years. You spring into action, dancing methodically and passionately, putting all your feelings into each movement. You worked with Mike, not against him, letting each other guide the flow. Your bodies moved so naturally, with so much grace and beauty that you felt the overwhelming emotions that poured out of you. It reflected in your movements, in everything you did in that moment, and it truly made all the difference for the impact. You imagined your beloved, amazing boyfriends the whole time, envisioning the amazing passionate nights you spent between the sheets together. All the love and desire you felt for them, the way they made your body feel.

You kept your eyes on Mike the entire time, not wanting to break focus for even a second, too afraid of ruining the intensity of the performance. Each thrusting, pushing, flowing movement felt so raw and powerful, and yet vulnerable all at the same time. Your emotions and movements were in sync, working as one as well as with each other, it was a team effort. You felt the music flow through you as you transferred to the water part of your dance, the most sexual part. The dance was a mix between ballet, erotica, and freestyle dance. You could feel the audience holding their breaths as they watched you and Mike grind, touch, dance, and push at each other.

Each sultry touch of your bodies, each sensual movement, each intimate body part that ground against one another, enticed and pulled the raw emotions you wanted the crowd to feel. As if they were the lookers observing and assessing the voyeuristic lovemaking of a couple for all to see. It was perfect, every part and every moment, was something to marvel at and savour. You felt beautiful as you moved, hips and head tuned in with your sexual desires, you were lost in the passion.

When you came to, it took you a moment to realise it was over, that you were standing and walking from the stage. As soon as you were away from looking eyes, you finally felt like you could breathe again. As if breathing would have disrupt the dance and distract the audience from it. "Holy fuck! That was awesome, you did amazing!" Mike complimented with a large smile as you both walked into the dressing room. You smiled wide, "It was, wasn't it? You did so amazingly!" you felt unlike anything you ever had, it was hard to explain. You felt... beyond. You both laughed happily as you separated to dry off and get changed for the end of the show.

When you re-emerged, you looked for your boyfriends, not immediately seeing them. In your search, you noticed Mike and Maxandra had finally made up and were kissing. It made you smile, you were happy it had worked, that she seemed proud. And thankfully, not at all angry or unhappy. You noticed a dark figure to the side of Mike and smiled, immediately running towards them. "Hi," You whispered in his ear as you wrapped your arms tightly around your boyfriends. "Babe, you were amazing up there, was hard not to get jealous," Marc spoke huskily into your ear, placing a gentle kiss below your ear. You moan softly, "I was thinking of you three the whole time anyway, honey." you leant up and bit Marc's earlobe gently, earning you a delicious groan. His hand smacks your ass, leading you toward the exit. You smile, already knowing what was about to happen.

It didn't take you both long to get home, the drive was short and filled with many compliments that Marc relayed from your other two favourite men. You were blushing furiously and your panties were utterly drenched by the time you walked through the door. The anticipation was killing you, and the need for your boyfriends was insatiable. The second the door closed and the lock clicked, you were roughly pushed against it, a gasp managing to escape before Marc's lips were on yours. You both moan as your tongues explore one another's mouths, fighting for dominance.

You make quick work of removing each other's clothing, breathless gasps mingling between your only just separated lips, never too far from each other. Once naked, Marc picked you up one-handed and pressed you against the hard wooden door, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist to secure yourself. Tongues battled for dominance as Marc's hands grabbed at your ass, needing the soft plush skin in his hands. His hips ground into yours, cock rubbing perfectly through your dripping slit, allowing him to move so much easier. "Fuck baby, you are so wet already and I haven't even touched you yet." you moaned at his words, both listening to the obscene sounds of your wetness filling the quiet room.

"You're such a good girl for us love, you were amazing up there." you smiled, wondering whether you would see your other boyfriends tonight. "Steven" you breathlessly say as his mouth travels down to your neck. Your body was on fire, so pent up and got with the need built up in your body, you felt you could burst at any second. Especially with the way their cock was grinding oh so perfectly against your clit every time he thrust forward. You felt your back being removed from the stability of the door and landed on the soft duvet of your bed. You gasp at the soft impact, looking up at Steven whilst biting your lip, waiting for whatever they were willing to give you. "I'm going to show you just how jealous we were tonight my love," Steven announces with a seriousness you hadn't expected to come from him, it made you a little nervous but you trusted all three of them with your life.

"Have at it, sir," you smirk, knowing that name got Steven fired up. For Marc it was just his name, he didn't have a kink name that he liked to be called. Although, you did experimentally call him 'daddy' once and that really got him riled up. Jake liked to be called Pappi, naturally. It made it more fun in the bedroom, for each of them to have individual sexual preferences. Steven growled and latched his lips onto yours, kissing you as if it would be your last ever kiss. It made you completely breathless when he pulled away, and more so when you saw the look in his eyes. Pure lust and adoration, like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever laid his eyes upon. You watched as Steven moved lower, moving to your breasts, placing his mouth around your nipple as he played with the other in his hand.

You moan and writhe against the soft cotton duvet, gasps intermingling between as his lips continued to travel lower, down to where you needed them most. His hands glide across your skin as they follow his mouth, savouring every inch as if you were the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. The second Steven's tongue licked your clit, you were a goner, completely consumed with pleasure. "Oh, fuck, Steven." you gasp, head thrown back and eyes rolling. Your body takes a mind of its own, your hips thrusting gently into Steven's face, trying to desperately chase your high. Needing that sweet release more than air itself.

You could feel your high quickly approaching from Steven's tongue alone. He was that good. He knew exactly how to please you and what to do, all from your body alone. As soon as Steven added two fingers into you, you were done, coming hard. You cried out as your head threw back once again, eyes rolling back into your head as Steven rode you through the pleasure of your high. He kept going even after you had finished and had been licked clean, overstimulating you to sensitivity. You giggle with a gasp as your body spasmed, gently pushing his head away. You look behind you to see the mirror pointed to face the bed, knowing Marc and Jake are watching you intently, probably with large smirks on their faces as they spoke to Steven.

You smirk, biting your lip, "Enjoy the show boys?" you question breathlessly, a teasing tone to your voice as you turn back to look at Steven. "We absolutely did princesa." Jake groaned as you pulled him down to press your lips to his, your hand tracing slowly down his body until you landed on his cock. You stroked his cock slowly, wanting to please them the way that Steven had pleased you. Jake groaned loudly, mouth open against yours, both breathing deeply. "Fuck, baby." Jake moaned before kissing you passionately.

Jake pushes your hand away gently and lines himself with your entrance. He slowly drags the head of his cock back and forth your slit, spreading your wetness around. Jake made sure to bump your clit every time he dragged his cock up, enjoying watching you gasp and twitch from sensitivity. After teasing you for a bit, Jake got fed up and gently entered you without warning. He kept slowly entering you until he was flush inside of you, giving you a moment to adjust to his size and the familiar stretch.

"Jesús bebé, te sientes tan bien" Jake groaned as he started moving, quickly building a steady pace that had you moaning in seconds. As Jake thrust into you, his hand wrapped around your neck, applying just enough pressure. "You're mine," Jake paused, looked to the mirror and rolled his eyes, "ours." He corrected with a grunt. "Yours." You gasp, wrapping your legs around his waist, wanting them as close as possible.

You felt Jake stiffen and hear Marc's voice take over, making you smile. "Fuck baby, you feel too good." Marc's lips attached to your neck, kissing and sucking the delicate skin, no doubt leaving marks in his path. There was an odd sense of joy you got out of your boys feeling jealous and slightly possessive, it made for the sex to be all the more amazing. Suddenly Marc pulls out of you, flips you over and directs you to go on all fours, facing the mirror perfectly. You both moan loudly as he re-enters you without issue, fucking you slowly to begin.

Marc without wanting begins to fuck you, hard, into the mattress. You gasp while moaning, mouth open wide as he enters you nice and deep, hitting that sweet spot inside you that had that familiar knot tightening in moments. Marc's palm collides with your ass, one on each side, "that's our girl." he groans. The bed rocks with the force of his thrusts, mixed with the obscene and wet noises you were both making. You feel yourself getting close, "That's it, come for me, baby. Give them a show." Marc whispers against your ear before giving you the fucking of your life.

You scream in ecstasy as your high hits you like a train, the pleasure so intense that your arms gave out and you flopped onto the bed. Marc came seconds later, stilling as he released his seed inside of you. He collapsed next to you, both breathing heavily and feeling like jello. You turn to face Marc with a sleepy smile on your face, your hand gently pushing his loose damp curls off his forehead. "I should make you guys jealous more often if I get fucked like that." you joked with a giggle, leaning in to kiss him. Suddenly you were on your back again and your boyfriends hard dick poked into your stomach, "good thing then because we aren't done with you yet." Steven's voice alerted, making you squeal.

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[dksw0rld]

How I achieved being the happiest I’ve ever been during the hardest year I’ve ever been through

I stopped waiting for the weekend to live life

If a friend asks me to go out to grab a drink on a Thursday for happy hour I now say yes. If I want to go to the movies on a Monday I go on a Monday. I began to refuse living a life that waited for the weekend to live. 

I stopped feeling guilty for spending money on myself

When I began to make my own money in high school, I would save all of it and not spend any on myself. A lot of this was honestly due to my parents paying for everything, they wanted me to save the money I was making for college and the future. Don’t get me wrong having parents like that was and still is a blessing. At the same time, it led me to associate money with needing to hoard it to be prepared for the next step. I began to recognize and heal those thoughts. I embarked deeper on my self love journey and adopted the mindset of recognizing that I am worth every penny I spend and more, whether that be spending money on experiences, on self care, or for my future self.

I re-started a hobby I loved as a child

When I was younger, I did ballet among a few other activities. I loved all of them but ballet was (and still is) my favorite. For years I wanted to start again but let life get in the way. This year I said enough. I looked up in person classes in my area and found that all of them were way out of my price range but, instead of giving up, I found another way. I found a program that taught lessons online with an instructor. Re-starting ballet truly makes my inner-child so happy. 

 I prioritize experiences

This ties into not waiting for the weekend to live life but it deserves it’s own point. I began prioritizing finding ways to live. I look up events in my area and actually attend them. I attend events I find that bring me out of my comfort zone like dance classes in the park, roller skating with a group of people I don’t necessarily know, attending a sunflower festival, etc. I also joined a few social groups that host events and I attend those. I take weekend trips with friends. I take myself on staycations and solo weekend trips. Life really is so much fun when you actually go outside and do things!

I volunteer

I grew up volunteering and I stopped during college. This year I realized how much I missed it. I also knew it would be a great way to meet new people and foster relationships. I’ve always loved being around horses so I knew I wanted to volunteer at a barn. I googled horse barns near me and found one 8 minutes away from my apartment - this barn is a true hidden suburban gem. It’s a therapeutic horse barn for kids with special needs. I volunteer there every Friday and Saturday and am absolutely in love with it. It brings so much to my life. I also volunteer through my church home but more about that in the next point. 

I prioritized finding a church home

I grew up in the church as my Dad was an elder there for 15 years. I sort of lost touch with my faith in the past couple of years. This year I renewed my faith and prioritized looking for a church home after putting it off for a year and a half. I googled churches near me and visited one every Sunday until I felt I found the right fit. I found the church I’m at now and I cannot explain to you how life changing it’s been. I joined a community group through the church to meet more Christians my age and those people mean so much to me now. We meet every Tuesday night, we go on runs together, volunteer together, had a Friendsgiving this past year, it’s just been amazing. I’ve grown so much in my faith.

I stopped prioritizing finding love

I am truly a certified lover girl. I have so much pure love to give and craved someone who would give me the same type of love. I tried to find that person most of my life and while I’ve had some great men in my life they never were “the one”. This year I genuinely stopped prioritizing finding my person and started prioritizing myself and my life. It feels like a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. I’m now filled with trust that my person will come along when it’s time and until then I’m truly enjoying my season of singleness! 

I don’t care what anyone thinks

I’ve genuinely never cared what people think, even when I was younger, which has been a huge blessing. I’ve always marched to the beat of my own drum. I’ve never been ashamed to like what I like or to not like what I don’t like, no matter what the people my age were doing. I’ve always done what I’ve felt is best for my life. I never get embarrassed about anything. This notion has just intensified this year.

I don’t care about social media

I stopped going on Instagram. I deleted the app off of my phone. I deleted Twitter years ago. I don’t go on TikTok. I only use Snapchat for extra picture and video storage. I genuinely do not care about social media anymore. I don’t care for everyone to know what I’m up to. I don’t care to know what anyone else is up to. I know what’s going on in the lives of people that matter to me because I actually talk to and spend time with them. I personally don’t see the point in posting on Instagram. I don’t care to know what “celebrities” are doing. I just truly don’t care about any of it. 

I prioritize privacy 

This year I realized how important privacy is. For a whole host of reasons. Some of them being peace, less evil eye, safety, not having the pressure of trying to “keep up”. I can go on and on honestly. This year I’ve begun to say less and observe more. Since choosing private over public I’ve seen my happiness grow and my life blossom. I’m very careful with who I let into my circle. I don’t tell anyone everything. I’m selective with whom I share with and what I share. I’m truly in love with privacy. I love having beautiful experiences and no one or only the people I’m having them with knowing. 

I pay attention to myself 

This year I began to truly pay attention to myself. How I act in certain situations, my thought processes, my emotions, what I still need to work on, how I’ve grown, what triggers me, etc. Once I started doing this, healing, growth and making changes has become so much easier. I finally feel like I know myself through and through. I feel in touch with who I am. I know how to love myself and make myself happy.

I pray this new year you begin to choose happiness, because happiness will always be a choice. This year was NOT easy for me at all but I still prioritized myself and my happiness and I truly have never been happier. I pray this new year you choose yourself. I pray this year you begin to truly live. 

#dk #how i achieved happiness #life lessons #choose yourself

[racinggirl]

The Leclercs - CL16

type: one shot word count: 1.8K summary: You enjoy racing, just as your two brothers, however, will you be able to make it up to where they are? requested: yes! (by @nicangelinee ) warnings: a little bit of swearing, getting turned down, possible bad mood? Overall just bad writing! notes: I hope you'll enjoy reading this. This is my first non-love-relationship story I've ever written, so let me know if you like it! Also credits to GIF owner!

Y/N Leclerc, twin sister of Arthur Leclerc, little sister of Charles Leclerc, loving daughter of Pascale and Hervé Leclerc. Born and raised in Monaco, one of the most beautiful countries one has ever seen, at least, according to you and your brothers. Your family had grown quite a name in the small country on the south east coast of France, but not only in Monaco, also in the rest of the world. You family had become the face of racing, your older brother Charles being one of the best in the world, driving his Ferrari in Formula One all over the world. Your twin, Arthur, being accepted into the Ferrari Academy. And then there was you, Y/N Leclerc, winning championships in karting, but nowhere near the level of your brothers.

It had been a struggle, because you wanted to support your brothers more than anything, going with Charles to some of his races, helping Arthur by supporting him during his races as well. Your parents were busy most of the time, which meant they could almost never attend one of their sons races, and that’s where you came in, along with Charlotte.

Don’t be mistaken, you loved them, and you supported them, however it often meant you couldn’t chase your dreams of racing alongside them. There has never been a female Formula One driver, and as much as you wanted to change that, you couldn’t, not yet.

‘’Hey little one, guess what.’’ Charles nudged your arm gently, a smile painted on his face as he watched you take a bite of your apple. ‘’Hmm?’’ You hummed, not taking your eyes off of your phone.

‘’I talked to Mattia.’’ You looked up from your phone, an eyebrow raised as you took another bite of your apple. ‘’You can join me for a hot laps next week!’’ He was excited, because he knew you loved the feeling of the fast cars on a track, especially Imola, the Ferrari home race. However, instead of being excited, you had this bitter taste in your mouth. Of course, you wanted to be there with him, he put all the effort in making this happen and the last thing you wanted to do was break his heart and decline his offer. But the bitter feeling was created by your other appointment, a meeting with one of the scouts for the Ferrari Academy, one step closer to your dream.

‘’Arthur will be there too.’’

‘’I’ll be there, I wouldn’t want to miss it.’’ You smiled, but your mind was racing, in a negative way.

-

You cancelled it, sent an e-mail to the Ferrari Academy to cancel or reschedule your appointment, and right now you were waiting for an answer, hoping they would accept your offer to reschedule. You had your laptop on the kitchen table of your parents house, your knee bouncing nervously up and down as your eyes scanned the mail.

‘’Fucking hell!’’ You exclaimed, your hand hitting the round kitchen table probably a little too hard as you read the words. No possibility to reschedule, meaning your chance at the Academy was probably ruined, all because you didn’t want to disappoint your brothers, who you were so proud of. What you forgot, though, was the fact you and Arthur shared a laptop, not because you didn’t have the money to buy two, but call it a twin thing, you shared almost everything.

‘’Sis, I need that.’’ Arthur called from the other side of the kitchen, pointing towards the silver laptop in front of you. ‘’Why?’’ You were a little moody, which made sense because you just lost hope to achieving your dream. ‘’Because I need it, duh.’’ He walked closer, and you quickly closed your mail, not wanting either of your brothers to know you ruined your shot at getting into the same Academy as your twin brother.

‘’Just buy your fucking own laptop then.’’ You muttered, shoving your chair back from the table before getting up and walking to your bedroom, leaving Arthur with a confused look on his face.

But then, he understood, he saw the e-mail since you hadn’t logged out of your mail account, meaning he could read your mail you sent, as well as the mail you received from the Academy. ‘’Oh shit…’’ He mumbled, a frown on his face as he looked at the mail, and then to the door of your bedroom.

He and Charles talked about it without you knowing, they felt guilty, because they knew about your dreams, wanting to be the first female Formula One driver, an example for many females out there wanting to grow and become bigger in motorsports. So they arranged a new meeting, Charles and Arthur having more influence and prestige at Ferrari, going behind your back, for your own good, to make sure you could have another meeting and hopefully get accepted.

‘’You what?!’’ You were mad, pissed almost, because they did something behind your back, whilst you purposely tried to hide it from them, because you wanted to do it on your own, without having the Leclerc surname help you along the way. ‘’You cancelled it because of me, Y/N, we got you another chance, aren’t you happy?’’ Charles and Arthur looked at you, confused as to why you all of a sudden were acting this way.

‘’Right, YOU got me another chance, YOU did that, not ME, but YOU!’’ You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you crossed your arms in front of your chest. ‘’Why don’t you just understand that I want to achieve things, because of me, and not because my last name is Leclerc, or because you are my brothers!’’ You exclaimed, hands in your hair as you let out a groan. ‘’Just, let me be, okay? I’m independent! I can handle stuff on my own, without your help!’’ You sighed before walking out, slamming the door closed behind you.

You felt guilty, sure, you knew they just wanted to help, but you already knew how things would go whenever people found out the only reason you got into the Ferrari Academy was because of your brothers. ‘Privileged, spoiled, corrupted.’ And you wanted to prevent those comments, even if it meant not getting into the Academy to chase your dreams.

-

‘’Thank you for having me.’’ You shook hands with the scout, a smile painted on your face as you took a seat across the guy in the Ferrari shirt. You cancelled the appointment Charles and Arthur made, sending them an e-mail, explaining your vision and reason for cancelling the rendezvous. You received a response with a new invitation, and you never said anything to either of your brothers, wanting to surprise them, but also prove them you were able to fix things on your own, without their help. You knew you were their little sister, and they wanted to help you like the lovely brothers they were, but they had to understand you were capable of fixing your own things as a 21 year old.

-

From that moment on, things went quite fast. You got accepted almost instantly, because they really admired your willpower and dedication, as well as independence and strength. On top of that, you were one of the best drivers out there, being the best female driver, and being at the top of drivers in the Academy, along side your twin brother.

You and Arthur quickly got the nicknames of double trouble, because whenever you and Arthur were practicing, racing or training together, other people knew they’d be in trouble because the two of you together was one of the most dangerous parings anyone had to face, you were so strong together, being the fastest at almost any track, being able to just look each other in the eye and knowing the strategy the two of you had planned, call it twin telepathy, but it worked, and you both loved it.

‘’Are you serious?’’ Your heart was almost beating out of your chest the moment you received the call, eyes widening and your head nodding so quickly it was about to fly off. ‘’Yes, yes! Of course! Oh my god.’’

-

All of that, and especially that particular phone call brought you here. Charles nor Arthur knew, you managed to keep it a secret from everybody, including your twin brother. A pass around your neck, Carlos’ PR manager on your side as you made your way into the paddock, flashes around you, reporters calling your name, everybody was excited the moment they heard the news.

‘’Y/N.’’ Charles was one of the people calling your name the moment he saw you in the bright red Ferrari shirt, your drinking bottle in your one hand, your phone in the other. That one phone call you received only four days ago brought you here in the Formula One paddock, as a driver, a reserve driver.

‘’Hi Charles.’’ You laughed the moment his arms wrapped around you tightly, you returning the favour as you ruffled his hair as you always did. ‘’When I heard the news I couldn’t believe my eyes, I thought they were all pranking me.’’ He laughed, not once letting go of his little sister, his teammate during the Belgian GP.

‘’Surprise.’’

Carlos unfortunately tested positive for COVID-19, meaning he had to be in isolation and couldn’t attend the race. Arthur had his own race in formula 2, which meant he couldn’t fill in for the Ferrari driver. Antonio wasn’t able to make it either, so the people at the Ferrari Academy didn’t hesitate once to hand over your name, ‘Y/N Leclerc, one of the best drivers here at our Academy.’

-

And it’s lights out and away we go, as both brother and sister go together into turn one, Charles Leclerc taking the lead, Y/N Leclerc following her brother to possibly achieve a double Podium for the Ferrari team.

And that’s exactly what happened that day in Spa. You finished on the podium, along with your brother on the top step, Max Verstappen second and you, Y/N Leclerc, third place.

Many things were going through your mind, good things, memories of your achievements the past couple of years, your dedication, independence and willpower got you here, on the podium next to your brother Charles.

‘’Come on little sis, drink with me.’’ Clinging your champagne bottle against your brothers, using both your hands to raise the bottle up in the air to take a sip of the cold drink, that had also been poured over your Ferrari race suit. He wrapped his arm around you, the biggest, proudest smile on his face as you both looked over at the crowd. And there they were, your family, your twin, your parents and your sister in law, recording, clapping, cheering and crying. And your brother, arm still wrapped around your shoulders, his number one trophy in his right hand as the number three trophy balanced in your left. You felt a kiss being pressed against your right temple, which made you smile even wider, a tear falling out of the corner of your eye as you both rose your trophy’s up high into the sky, together.

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[akookminsupporter]

Felt the need to share

I'm an ot7 and jikooker

When the solo path began I felt excited to see each member doing their own thing

I want to know which color and choices they will take

But let's be honest we can't like everything

Their alot of song and activities or even photo shoot

I felt the need to like and share even the things that not my cup of tea

It's a pressure to stay an ot7 and give them all my ultimate support

And let's be honest at this point anyone will pick a thing to make you anti

Sorry about the rant

Thanks for hearing me

Hi Anon, for some reason I feel the need to tell you to take a deep breath and that you will not be attacked on my blog, not by me.

What you say is perfectly normal. And logical. One thing many seem to forget is that we all have personal tastes, whether it be in music, food, books etc, yes we are all here as bts fans or many are but a group is a little different to its individual members. Let me explain that.

BTS is the union of 7 brilliant artists who share and blend their talents to create something unique. The synergy of bts is out of this world and what they have achieved in the last 10 years is incredible. Each member brings a little bit of themselves and together they create wonderful things that their fans love or at least many of them do. In this new chapter, each member is maximizing what they bring to the band and showing sides of them that they haven't shown their fans before, all of which generate a number of different interests and content that you as an audience may not be attracted to. And that's fine.

The premise that fandom will support absolutely everything they do on their own is a worthy one but a little hard to live up to when that support has to translate into time and for many into money. No one has an obligation to invest in something they are not attracted to. And no, that's not Solo Stan's behaviour. That's human behaviour.

As fans of the group, you will desire to wish each member all the best and support them when you feel you can, but it is always a choice, not an obligation. This also applies to the band as such, just because you are a bts fan doesn't mean you have to like absolutely everything they produce, that happened when songs like Butter and PTD were released, many didn't like them for different reasons but it was respected at the time. And it should be respected today.

The one thing we should do as fans is RESPECT the work they release, whether we like it or not. As fans, we have no right to question their artistic decisions. That is not a right or a duty.

#anon #ask #bts break #rosie's opinion #fandom

[unhonestlymirror]

Nadia Lipes:

A moment of logic, including historical logic.

Now I will not chew on the facts about the ownership of a certain piece of territory by ancient Israel, otherwise a couple of large Arab countries will end up there, but I will focus on the beginning of the 20th century.

At the beginning of the 20th century, Jews did not live in the territory of Gaza for a long time, despite the village and Jewish history of that region, they were driven out of there a long time ago, and the area was overgrown with sand.

But Jews have always lived in Judea and Samaria. In general, it’s pretty fucked up to say that the area called Judea has nothing to do with the Jews. But that's not the point.

As a result of the 1967 war, Israel inherited both, lightly populated by Arabs. This increased slightly by 4 times, despite the horrors of the occupation. A unique demographic case, yes.

In general, so that the Arabs behave decently in those same territories, and since these regions are ancient Jewish, Israel revived Jewish settlements there in some quantity.

And everything was fine until some idiot with the letter R [Rabin] decided to be the most humane Jew in history. The next idiot with the letter Š [Sharon] continued this event, and the Jews left Gaza. For 16 years, there were no Jews there.

The Jews could not leave the West Bank. Even R and Š understood this with their meagre minds. It so happened historically that on the West Bank, there is indivisible Jerusalem and Hebron. Not to mention smaller Jewish sites like Rachel's Tomb.

Thus, this part can never be given away. And under no circumstances. As long as Israel exists. The whole world understands this.

Thus, what is this very world trying to achieve? Right. The complete liquidation of Israel, in fact, hiding behind strange slogans.

Although some countries have already realized what is the "from the river to the sea..." It is not very clear which sea and which river we are talking about. Some countries, but not all.

Minute of logic number 2.

As we know from the last post, Gaza has not been occupied in any way for 16 years. It was simply separated from Israel by a fence. If you wanted to separate, please, here is a fence for you.

Israel did not touch Gaza at all. However, it employed its inhabitants, treated them, supplied them with electricity and water, and allowed them to give them a suitcase of money from Qatar every month.

Gaza, on the contrary, was touching Israel more and more every year. With rockets. Israel, in response, targeted the launch points, and that was the end of it. Because the world community, that’s all.

As a result of this development of events, they became so emboldened that they broke into the territory of Israel using all sorts of improvised means, killed 1400 people, after raping half of them, including children, burning some, and they did all this on video. The Germans are quietly crying in the corner.

Not only did they film all this chaos themselves, but they also post it online themselves.

Among other things, 240 people were taken captive, including children. The war has been going on for 40 days, 4 were released by the Palestinians themselves because animal rights activists knocked them on the head for them, 1 was released by ours, and the bodies of the other two have already been found.

Let me remind you that captives, or prisoners of war, are people who need to be fed, watered, shown to the Red Cross and not killed. Moreover, civilians cannot be taken as prisoners of war. And even more so infants and ancient old people. This is written directly in the regulations of all countries.

Where is the reaction? Huh?

Well, denying the rapes filmed by Hamas themselves is generally the lowest point of bottom. And yes, the Israeli army has been in the sector for 40 days. And not a single case of rape of Arab women by Jews.

Surprisingly simple. They spend much longer than 6 hours there, but how do they control themselves?

In Kfar Yassin, by the way, it was the same. So the world community was also indignant. They said that Jews despise Arabs so much that they don’t even want to rape them.

Disgusting behavior. We condemn.

#nadia lipes #posting this because i saw the 'from the river to the sea' on some Ukrainian blog here #let me remind you guys that this saying means total annihilation of Jews #do you remember who also was for total annihilation of Jews? that's right. nazi germany and russia #russia actually still is #because russia finances hamas and iran. good morning #israel palestine war #hamas attack

[atlas-plugged]

Atlas Shrugged Read-Through: PP 14-20

Our first introduction to the primary antagonist of Atlas Shrugged, Jim Taggart, is with him sitting at his desk saying "Don't bother me, don't bother me, don't bother me."

The unpleasant task that Eddie Willers has been facing is coming into Jim's office to tell him that a delivery of steel that has been delayed multiple times will be delayed again. Jim ordered the steel from his friend, Orren Boyle, who runs Associated Steel. Jim insists to Eddie that he won't hear of ordering the metal from the competing company, Rearden Steel, run by Hank Rearden. Taggart Transcontinental needs the steel because their Rio Norte line is too damaged to keep safely running trains on, and they are being outcompeted in the region by a small, local railroad called the Phoenix-Durango. Eddie is telling Jim to make a decision because the regional line supports the oil operation of Ellis Wyatt.

All of these are important characters and business that will come up a lot but they're not the real focus of this scene. The real focus of this scene is making Jim Taggart look like a big throbbing asshole, which is how you're supposed to think of him.

Here are a few of his lines from this brief scene:

"Who's thinking of giving up the Rio Norte Line?" he asked. "There's never been any question of giving it up. I resent your saying it. I resent it very much."

"Orren is my friend." He heard no answer. "I resent your attitude. Orren Boyle will deliver that rail just as soon as it's humanly possible. So long as he can't deliver it, nobody can blame us."

"Ellis Wyatt is a greedy bastard who's after nothing but money," said James Taggart. "It seems to me that there are more important things in life than making money."

"I think he's a destructive, unscrupulous ruffian. I think he's an irresponsible upstart who's been grossly overrated." It was astonishing to hear a sudden emotion in James Taggart's lifeless voice. "I'm not so sure that his oil fields are such a beneficial achievement. It seems to me that he's dislocated the economy of the whole country. Nobody expected Colorado to become an industrial state. How can we have any security or plan anything if everything changes all the time? [...] Yes, I know, I know, he's making money. But that is not the standard, it seems to me, by which one gauges a man's value to society. And as for his oil, he'd come crawling to us. and he'd wait his turn along with all the other shippers, and he wouldn't demand more than his fair share of transportation—if it weren't for the Phoenix-Durango. We can't help it if we're up against destructive competition of that kind. Nobody can blame us."

Jim Taggart is aggrieved. He is whiny, he doesn't accept responsibility for his actions, he resents people who are more active than he is (at least if they make demands on his time or cost him business by shifting their purchases to his competitors).

Jim is not written well, but the way that he is poorly written is interesting. Rand's big bad guy is an industrialist who doesn't take responsibility for his actions and who wants other people to do all of the hard work.

I'm going to get right to the big reveal in the middle of the book: Jim and the Moochers force through a law that means that nobody can compete with them. Other railroads shut down, new innovative companies have to give their capital to older businesses.

On the one hand, I think there's something clever that Rand is doing here. Jim and the Moochers use what is essentially "weaponized wokeness" (mealy-mouthed speeches about collectivism) to place themselves at the head of state-backed monopolies. They're not evil just because they're whiny and don't take responsibility, they're evil because they can use the power of the state to crush competitors, which also allows them to exploit workers and consumers.

On the other hand: I can't tell if Rand is being stupid or malicious in attributing the motivations for these actions to a collectivist impulse.

She clearly, obviously, deeply hated collectivism. But when each of her characters are revealed down to the nastiest, darkest parts of themselves it's revealed that their collectivist talk was meant to cover up personal greed. So I can't tell: stupid or malicious? Is she being stupid, and genuinely doesn't believe that anyone who talks about or works toward communal goods and shared resources actually wants those things? Or is she being malicious and suggesting that all people who claim to want to do things for the benefit of everyone are actually greedy and are trying to burn down the rest of the world so that they can stand on a slightly nicer bit of the ashes?

I haven't read much of Rand's non-fiction, or watched too many interviews with her, but I know that at one point she discussed the evils of altruism by saying that the Nazis were motivated by altruism. That seems like it's pulling a pretty bullshit rhetorical trick and defining "nationalism" as "altruism." And that's what she does with the evil characters in her books - makes them do terrible things while saying that they're doing so for the good of mankind when everybody knows the score. It's a bullshit rhetorical trick.

And this is how we're introduced to Jim Taggart. He's a wealthy industrialist who is whining to his sister's assistant that he can't be blamed that his friend is late with a delivery of steel. And I think Jim Taggart is a pretty good example of Rand being more malicious than stupid. We're going to learn a lot about his motivations and desires throughout the book and they come together to make a laboriously crafted strawman of an evil capitalist.

Anyway. Eddie walks out of their meeting after Jim insults his own sister; Eddie at that point finds an old clerk repairing a typewriter (one that has been repaired before and is made of inferior materials - planned obsolescence; a subject that I will have to yell about somewhere else) and asking Eddie if he knows where anyone can get woolen undershirts. Jim's office has been a break from the most visceral reminders of the bleak, slow-motion collapse of the economy that Eddie is confronted with as soon as he's out of the room again, and he is once again bothered by the question "Who is John Galt?" - the question that opened the novel in the mouth of a bum - as the introductory scene of the novel ends.

#atlas shrugged read through

[moonstruckloverwritings]

Can i request royal au with yandere Prince peter parker with a maid reader?

Yandere! Prince! Peter Parker x Maid! Reader

So we all know from my last post about yandere Peter Parker that he, in general, follows his S/O like a lost hungry puppy. This would be no different. He’d follow you, asking if you wanted to have lunch together or if you needed help with whatever you were cleaning etc.

But given he is a prince and, usually, what he says goes with no questions about it, he would demand no one is to be inappropriate with you. That includes: flirting, disrespectful speech, unnecessary touching, etc. Everyone is to treat you with the upmost formal respect. Being too casual with you would bring harsh consequences.

That also means, if you already had someone you were in a relationship with.. they suddenly disappeared without a word. And Peter would be right there to help you pick up the broken pieces.

One big struggle Peter would have to deal with is the rules for royals. It isn’t customary for a prince to be with anyone other than another prince/princess. So when he did talk to you, it would be when no one was looking. But he absolutely hated it. He wanted so bad to be with you completely and openly.

Now depending on a few things, there are multiple options for how the ending would go.

If you felt the same and agreed to be with him, he’d be overjoyed. He would jump the gun on everything. He would immediately go straight to marriage and kid planning. He would move the relationship very fast. He finally had the one he loved and he wasn’t going to let go. He would go to the king and ask for his blessing.

If the blessing was given, you would become his king/queen when he ascended the thrown. He would be absolutely head over heels and everything would be about you. You would be endlessly worshiped and spoiled. He’d be so happy to do it. He loves seeing you happy that he’d do anything to achieve it. Anything.

If the blessing was not given, he would 100% give up the crown to be with you. He’d move away with you in a small town. He’d have a good amount of money from when he was prince to buy you anything you wanted from the house you loved, vehicle, any decorations you wanted, etc. to set you up with your new life. And he’d start working in town to keep money coming in. For some reason I see him working at a bakery. He would also bake you or bring home your favorite bakery item when he came home from work. And yes, he would insist on being the one to bring in the money. He couldn’t have you working and tiring yourself out. You are meant to be pampered and he wanted to do exactly that. You sit back and relax while he spoils you. That also means, he would be the one to cook breakfast before he left for work and cook dinner for you when he got home. He wanted to do everything for you. He’d drive you around town, he wouldn’t allow you to drive. So in any of these scenarios, most big freedoms are taken from you as he doesn’t think you should be troubled by them.

“You let me worry about it, Honey.”

If you denied him though, he would end up kidnapping you. He just can’t be without you. He would take you and disappear without saying anything to the king. They just assumed he’d been killed or kidnapped himself. So naturally they began searching for him and his potential murderer. He would end up taking you into another country and into a small town. And it would end up pretty similar to the previous small town scenario except almost every freedom you had was taken away. He would hand feed you, bathe you, brush your hair, pick out your clothes and help you change. He just couldn’t trust you to be alone and to do these things without trying to leave behind his back. How could he know that while you were changing you didn’t slip a sharp object in your pocket? No, he’d just change you himself. And you should trust him to do these things. He wants you to trust that he does these things for a reason. He’d never hurt you after all. Everything would also be to your liking. The clothes, shampoos and soaps, the food etc. He does care about you and wants you to be happy. He just has to build that trust up with you before things can change. After a long while of good behavior he would very slowly start letting you do some things. Very slowly though. Nothing to quick or even that noticeable. He’d be bathing you one day and then ask you to hand him the shampoo. Or when changing you instead of moving your arm himself he’d tell you to slip it into the arm hole. Subtly and slowly, it would increase until you are able to do things on your own.

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