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The White Raven 6/9
Yes, it's happening, I'm back with a fresh new chapter of this fic, and I'm so nervous! It took me a while to get here but I hope you'll like the next part of Thorin and Carra's story.
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Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield x OC Carra Rating: G Warnings: mentions of injuries/death Author's notes: This is the story of Thorin Oakenshield's quest to find the White Raven, a mysterious creature of legends only few were fortunate enough to see. This is the story of love stronger than time, destiny, and laws of gods and mortals alike. You can find this fic on AO3.
Special thanks to @legolasbadass for being an amazing and insightful beta reader and helping me out with Very Important Things Like Commas and Temporal Issues In Middle Earth😍🤣 Extra special thanks to @legolasbadass (yes, again, OMG, you're so popular! 🤣) and @i-did-not-mean-to for our Silm evenings and very deep discussons that helped me write this chapter 💚 Thank you everyone who showed their support for this story, you motivated me to continue writing 💙 You are the best readers in the world 🤩🤩🤩
Khuzdul: Lulkh - fool Yasthûnê - my wife ’ugbalul ’uhaskhajam - [the] greatest sacrifice Adad - father Tharkûn - Gandalf
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Thorin did not know how much time had passed. A few heartbeats? An hour? An eternity? Vaguely familiar shapes circled the darkening sky above him. Ravens? Eagles? He did not know that either. Thinking did not come easily any longer. His thoughts were muddled. His wound pulsed in pain with the rapidity of trickling blood. And he could not move. His foe’s blade had  pierced his body. Some unknown solid weight pressed him to the cold, unforgiving surface. It was difficult to breathe. His nostrils filled with the stench of Orc blood. The icy chill spread through his limbs. 
He opened his mouth, but only a whisper came out before Thorin lost the internal battle with his own body.
“Carra…”
Silence. Bird-shaped clouds in the sky. Snowflakes on his cheeks. Or perhaps tears. He could not keep his eyes open any longer. His mind slowly drifted off into the darkness.
***
“Uncle! Uncle Thorin!” A faraway voice invaded Thorin’s mind, stirring it awake. This voice sounded familiar. But he was tired. Too tired. The darkness beckoned, offering the comfort of oblivion. He needed to rest. Sleep.
“Look! Kili! He is here!” another voice replied, slightly deeper than the previous one. “Under that Orc carcass?” the first voice asked.
“There is so much blood… Isn’t that Azog?”
“Aye! Or what’s left of ‘im,” a third voice joined in. Older. Raspier. 
“Look at his back!” 
“Either that’s Orcrist’s tip or I’m the Goblin Queen! That son of a goat did it! Quickly now, lads, help me take that beast off Thorin. Fili, on my mark, pull!”
There was movement. More voices. Piercing pain. A dull grunt filled Thorin’s ears. Was it his own voice?
“He’s alive!”
“Thank Mahal! Uncle Thorin, can you hear me?”
“He’s unconscious, you lulkh!” “We need to get rid of that filthy Orc blade first. It’s stuck in ice.”
“Slowly now!” A sea of pain washed over Thorin, his whole body stiffening with each wave. But the darkness patiently waited for him and took him in its merciful arms once more.
***
“He’s still breathing!”
“Thorin, wake up! Wake up, ye lazy bastard!” someone growled straight into his ear. “Damn it!”
“Dwalin, look, we stopped the bleeding.”
Those voices again. Pulling Thorin back into consciousness. Into the pain and emptiness.
“Let’s finish dressing his wound and then we’ll take ‘im to Oín,” the growling one said. 
“What’s that, Fili?” the young, familiar voice said. “Where?” “Over there, by that pointy rock on the other side of the river.” 
“Looks like a dead Warg to me,” the one very close to him rasped out. A pair of hands kept on doing something to his chest. It hurt. He wanted it to stop. 
“Too small for a Warg, Dwalin. It’s… by Mahal’s beard!”
“Where are you going, Fili? Wait for me!” The first voice sounded irritated.
A sound of hurried footsteps. Iron-heeled boots against ice. 
“Those two can’t sit in one place in peace if their life depended on…” the raspily-sounding one grunted. “I tell ya, Thorin, when ye’re better, we’ll send them on guard duty. First morning shift for a month. That’ll teach ‘em!”
Somehow, it made Thorin want to smile. But now, even smiling hurt.
“It’s a raven! So big! Look at its wings! Why are you staring, Fili?” the youthful voice reached his ears again.
“I think it’s… the White Raven.”
“What?! It’s just a fairy tale!” “I’ve seen this raven before, Kili,” confidence rang in the second voice. “I think it followed us on the way to Erebor. It helped me fight off a Warg-rider in the Misties just before the eagles came.”
Thorin took a reluctant breath. His heartbeat thrummed in his ears. 
“Whatever it is, it doesn’t look good. There is so much blood… Is it dead, Fili?” “Let me see… That’s a nasty wound.”
Thorin’s muscles tensed. He wanted to open his eyes. He wanted to speak. But his body didn't want to obey.
And then he heard two gasps at the same time.
“What’s happening?”
“Do you see it too, Fili?”
“It’s… it’s magic!”
“No, it’s a shapeshifter!”
“Look! Look!”
“A woman?!”
Both voices intermingled in Thorin’s exhausted mind, making less and less sense. He needed to act. He needed to… He breathed in. The air smelled like snowdrops.
“Thorin! Ye’re back! And here I was thinkin’…” A tattooed forehead and a bushy moustache appeared before his eyes. “Stop squeezing my hand so hard!”
“Carra…” Thorin managed to rasp out. He could barely keep his eyes open.
“What are ye sayin’?” Dwalin demanded.
“Help…. her…” He tried again. “She is…” “What? I can barely hear ye.”
 The last wisps of strength were leaving him. He could feel the darkness beckoning to him once again. “Yasthûnê…” Thorin articulated slowly. “My… wife.”
***
Warm rays of sun gently caress Carra’s cheek, and she enjoys the sensation for a short while before opening her eyes. It takes her a moment to adjust to the bright light. She lays on soft ground, the strands of her silver-white hair interlacing with the lush green blades of grass. A multitude of colourful flowers adorns the meadow around her, their sweet fragrance wafting through the air, intertwining with the lazy buzz of bees. She rolls onto her back and stares at the perfectly clear blue sky above. Then she takes a deep breath. A distant echo of pain rings out in her mind, but there are no bruises or wounds on her body. 
When a puffy white cloud drifts into her blurred field of vision, Carra wipes off the wetness from her cheeks, stands up, and looks around. The endless meadow seems to stretch for miles in every direction. A soft breeze kisses her face, bringing the faint sound of water lapping against a distant shore. She follows it, and soon, a sparse grove of trees appears in front of her. Beyond it, she sees a stream, its silvery current sparkling in the sun. For a brief moment, an orange butterfly dances just above her nose and then flies off towards the meadow behind her. Carra’s eyes follow its flight when a curious harmony of sounds draws her attention back to the stream.
Tap-tap. Swoosh. Tap-tap. Swoosh.
It seems to be coming from across the stream, and Carra decides to find its source.
Tap-tap. Swoosh. Tap-tap. Swoosh.
As she walks through the grove, she encounters a young doe nibbling on a nearby shrub. It glances at her curiously and then trots away, as if deciding that Carra’s presence is disturbing its meal. 
Tap-tap. Swoosh. Tap-tap. Swoosh.
Carra walks on, her bare feet sinking into the silky soft moss, step after step, until she finds herself at the edge of the grove. The stream is only several steps ahead. Its murmuring waters bring a hum of voices.
Tap-tap. Swoosh. Ta-tap. Ta-tap. Tap.
An irritated sigh.
“Another broken thread?” A warm, feminine voice asks. It makes Carra think of spring in full bloom.
“Too many of them. It seems like another busy day for my husband.” Another woman speaks, her voice as melodious as the nearby stream.
“And you? You have been weaving since dawn,” the first one says.
“This pattern grows ever more complicated. It changes much too often for my taste these days.” The other woman sighs again. “Tell me that at least your work bears fruit.” “Some of these seeds refuse to sprout. The taint is spreading. I feel it in the earth.”
“The Fallen One is regaining his strength,” a third voice joins in. Deep and resonant. “I see his traces beyond the veil.”
Carra takes a careful step forward and focuses all of her attention at the opposite side of the stream. There, a garden of breathtaking beauty blooms before her eyes. Within it, she notices three silhouettes, the owners of the voices she hears. At first, their appearance seems similar to Elves, but soon after, Carra quickly understands her error. They are taller, their posture and movements are even more graceful, and there seems to be an otherworldly glow about them. Whenever she tries to look up into their faces, Carra has to squint—not only because of their radiance but also because their features seem to be ever-changing, fluid, like water in a mountain stream. Each of these noble figures is clad in finely ornamented robes that sway slightly when the same gentle breeze that brought her here plays with their hems.  
One of the ladies kneels on the ground, ignoring the dirt stains on her garments. Their fabric is as green as her eyes. Her right hand rests over the brown, freshly turned soil and wisps of chestnut hair fall over her eyes. The other lady, her hair wavy and black as night, sits by a strangely-looking wooden frame with numerous threads attached to this elaborate contraption. Their colours form an intricate, multi-level pattern that seems to grow—bloom—in all directions in Carra’s eyes. She immediately feels dizzy and has to look away. Then her attention focuses on the third figure that  joined the others a mere moment ago. A strapping man, his aspect equally stunning as those of his two companions, strolls towards them, his movements measured and dignified. As far as she can discern, he is clean-shaven, unlike Dwarves, and his long, white hair flows freely down his shoulders. In his hands, there is a silver jug, its surface glistening in the sun.
“Even though you bring morbid news, you are a welcome sight, brother-in-law!” the black-haired lady says, clasping her hands and moving away from her loom. “May I offer you some refreshment?” He bows reverently to his companions, and before they respond, he fills three silver cups with the contents of the jug.
Carra licks her parched lips.
“The sweet water from your fount!” The Green Lady stands up graciously and takes one of the cups. 
“I know how fond you are of its taste.” The man’s hair dances in the wind as he speaks. An orange butterfly flutters among his flowing strands. “You come bearing gifts but it is not why you are here.” The Weaver looks into his eyes.
“I have simply come to admire your weaving skills,” he offers.
“Dear Dreamer, you are curious about my winged children, are you not?” The Green Lady gives him a nod.
“It is only natural,” he refills her cup. “Some of them bear our blessing, do they not?” “Indeed they do.” The Weaver approaches him with her cup and states, “How interesting that you chose today of all days.”
“My visions are blurred. Inconclusive.” He stills, gazing up into the sky, and then turning his attention back to the two women. “Tell me, have our gifts to them remained a blessing or have they rather turned into a curse?”
The Weaver sits back at her loom and looks closely at the glistening fabric; her fingers run along some part of the pattern hidden from Carra’s sight. “Your children have been fulfilling their duties well. Although the youngest one tends to make my work a tad more challenging.”
“The youngest one?” the man frowns.
“The one with  wings dusted with silver.” The Green Lady takes a sip from her cup, her features schooled in a neutral expression.
“Silver? That certainly explains quite a bit. Your husband and his experiments…” The Weaver shakes her head. “Why now? Why this one?”
“I truly cannot say.”The Green Lady gives her an enigmatic smile and takes another sip. “But perhaps you would rather see her for yourselves.”
“Perhaps we would.” The Weaver’s fingers hover above the countless threads of her loom while the man nods. The butterfly lands on his shoulder, folding its orange wings.
“Very well. She has been listening to us long enough,” the Green Lady says, taking a look at the dark patch of planting ground under her feet. “Come, child.”
It takes Carra a blink of an eye to realise that she is not standing in the grove any longer. She gasps and blinks twice, but her eyes do not deceive her. Now she faces three luminous beings—in their garden across the stream.
“Great Mother!” she whispers and falls on her knees in front of the lady clad in green, bowing her head. In the presence of these great figures, blinded by their magnificent splendour, she feels like a feeble, featherless fledgling that fell out from its nest.
“Rise, Carra,” the Green Lady addresses her softly, and Cara does what she is told. “Do you know why you are here, my child?”
“I…” she croaks faintly, unable to stop staring into Great Mother’s incandescent face. A kaleidoscope of images fills her mind. The freezing ice. Thorin’s face when he notices her and his widened blue eyes. The Pale Orc, his teeth bare, with his blade pointed at her mate. Her bloodied talons clawing at Azog’s face. And then—darkness.
“I have died.” She hears her own voice. 
In a blink of an eye, the images are gone, dispelled like a wisp of smoke on the wind. Only the orange butterfly swirls around her head.
“Do you know, child,” there is a frown on the Weaver's face when she turns to Carra from above her loom, “how thin these threads are? How delicate? Even the slightest whiff of wind can change the pattern—or destroy it as if it was a spider’s net.”
“I have only tried to protect the pattern,” Carra swallows, feeling three pairs of eyes on her.
“You have saved some vital parts of it, that is true, but I hear that you also left us with tangles in the weave,” now her life-giver speaks, her eyes glistening like emerald waters of a fathomless lake.
“Forgive me, Great Mother. The line of Durin had to stay unbroken. I did my best. But I have failed,” Carra hears her own trembling voice. “Darkness clouded my dreams…”
“And so you staked out your own path, Silver One,” the Weaver speaks as if to herself, patting her index finger against her lips in reverie. “Which left us with all those new thread combinations.”
Then she exchanges a glance with her companions, and the man called Dreamer speaks.
“See for yourself,” his eyes, grey like a wolf’s fur, rest on Carra. First, he raises his eyebrow but then motions her towards a small rock basin. She can swear that this object has not been there a moment ago. He takes the silver jug and fills the basin with a narrow, glistening stream of water. The orange butterfly dances above it and then rises above their heads. The water’s surface resembles a mirror, and Carra’s eyes are drawn to the movement she seems to see in its depths.
Countless veins of silver run through coarse stone walls of a cave, glittering like gossamer strands that cover foliage at dawn, but instead of dewdrops, tears flow down from a Dwarf-woman’s cheeks, following the crevices of her wrinkled face. She wears a crown of snow-white braided hair and a dark blue robe with golden ornaments. In her weatherworn hand, she holds a piece of parchment with a green, rectangular seal at the bottom. Beside her sits a slightly hunched elderly Dwarf with bushy, grey whiskers and rows of faded tattoos on his bald head.
“Now we are the last ones, Dwalin,” the Dwarf lady sobs. “My boys… My brothers… And then Balin… Dain and his son… Gone.”
“Aye,” the old warrior gently closes his hand over hers. “But they will not be forgotten.”
“Gone…” Carra’s lips tremble as she stops herself at the last moment from touching the water. As she moves her hand back, a curtain of ripples falls over the image, changing the scenery.
The image of the familiar green and black shape of the Great Gate of Erebor fills the rock basin. An army of Dwarves rides to battle on their war rams, led by the King Under the Mountain. Carra recognizes his blade at once. Orcrist. It is Thorin! She gasps. The Raven Crown graces his temples frosted with grey. And his beard has the same colouring as her feathers. Silver-white. As the events unfold, she recognizes them from her past dreams. The Dwarves of the Lonely Mountain and the Iron Hills join forces with the Men of Dale. The battle is long and bloody, but the allied forces ultimately crush their enemies. At that moment, the vision changes. She does not recognize this new detail. An armour-clad warrior rides from Dale on a white war ram. As soon as Thorin sees him, he dismounts, and soon both men greet each other with a strong embrace.
“The city is safe, adad!” The young warrior grins, taking off his helmet. The wind plays with his entangled hair, which seems to glow in the setting sun.
“You did well, Thráin,” Thorin replies, his gaze softening. He presses his forehead against Thráin’s and whispers, “You made me proud, son.”
A faint whiff of wind kisses the water’s surface, transforming it into a flurry of silvery ripples.
By a gilded cradle sits a young Dwarf-woman. Her chestnut hair glints as if enchanted with fire, contrasting with the snow-white laces of her sleeping gown. The mithril beads in her braids clink when she takes her babe into her arms, and a smile brightens her heart-shaped face.
“You will be a king one day,” she whispers lovingly, kissing her little one on his forehead. Quietly humming a sweet lullaby, she adjusts the blanket her son is wrapped in. Carra notices that its hem is embroidered with little black and golden ravens.
A sudden wrinkle on the water disturbs its surface, making the water glitter like diamonds.
A cold, pale sheen illuminates the green marble walls when the King Under the Mountain ensconces on his throne. The source of this light comes from a jewel of unmatched beauty set over the king's head. The golden and obsidian crown rests on his raven-black hair. But the ruler of Erebor, Thorin II Oakenshield, is not smiling. A deep, menacing frown darkens his face. In his hand, he holds a wide dwarvish sword. Blood drips from its tip onto the cracked marble floor. There is no red-haired Dwarf queen beside him. There are no children playing at his feet. There is only deathly silence. And the shadow he casts is that of a dragon.
When the visions finally fade, Carra finds herself staring into the bottomless depths of a pair of grey eyes. She does not notice when the orange butterfly lands on the edge of the empty jug.  
***
“Carra…” her name sounded like a helpless croak. Thorin’s throat was parched.
It took him a while to regain all of his senses and open his eyes. He lay on a large cot in a spacious tent that looked suspiciously like a work of Elvish hands. He grunted. Every single part of his body seemed to hurt. Bandages covered most of his torso, and he could not move his arm without inducing even more pain. 
A louder groan left his lips when he tried to sit up and failed. Something in the nearest corner of the tent moved.
“Your Majesty…” A young Dwarf in a healer’s tunic appeared seemingly out of nowhere. “You are awake!”
“Where…” Thorin coughed. Even breathing drained his strength.
“All is well, my lord. Try not to speak, please. The enemy is defeated. Erebor is once again ours.”
“Is… my…” His attempt at speaking failed once more.
“Your kin and companions are alive and well, Your Majesty.” A mug was pressed against his lips, and Thorin greedily drank its contents. He welcomed the sweet taste of water on his tongue. It probably came from the spring at Ravenhill.
Ravenhill.
His heart sank.
“Carra…? Where…?” he whispered. Every word felt like a struggle.
“Forgive me, my lord, who?” the healer frowned.
Thorin did not respond. He was already asleep.
***
“The White Raven?” Dain Ironfoot’s brow furrowed as he clutched a tankard in his hand. “Here, in Erebor? Are ye drunk, Fili?”
“It’d take more than a mug of ale to make me drunk, Uncle!” the young dwarf protested. “I swear on Mahal’s beard. She fought the Pale Orc together with Uncle Thorin and…”
“She?” said Agnarr, one of Dain’s captains who sat on his left, raising his eyebrows, which resembled a thick, black caterpillar.
“Aye! I found her myself! And then Tharkûn said… well, he didn’t want to say anything about her at first, but I convinced him to tell me…” Kili started with a mischievous smirk, only to be interrupted by his brother.
“He followed the wizard day and night and bombarded him with questions, until Tharkûn had enough,” Fili whispered conspiratorially, leaning towards Dain.
“Well, I convinced him, didn’t I?” Kili huffed. “The wizard said that if not for her, Thorin’s fate would have been very different! You saw that wound of his.” “Aye, if that orc blade went in a bit lower, he’d be resting in the catacombs together with the kings of old,” Ironfoot muttered under his breath.
“Exactly. Besides, before he left, Tharkûn mentioned something about treasure, too!”
“A treasure?” Dain Ironfoot asked.
Kili shrugged in response, “I don’t think he meant the gold in our mountain…”
“Wizards and their riddles…” Dori sighed, pouring himself another mug of ale.
“So ye’re telling me,” Dain demanded, “that a creature straight from our legends appeared out of thin air and fought the Pale Orc with Thorin? And that the White Raven is a woman?”
“And a pretty one, too!” Bofur winked. “That hair of hers…! White as snow!”
“More like silver-white to me,” Fili puffed out a cloud of pipeweed smoke.
“Was she not supposed to be a great bird? Like the legends say?” Dain grunted.
“She is!” Kili nodded eagerly. “I mean, she was a bird, but then she turned into a woman, I saw it with my own eyes!”
“Now she looks more like a Dwarf,” Fili added.
“A raven looking like a Dwarf?” Vari, son of Nari, another of Dain’s soldiers, scratched his bald head.
“And a bit like an Elf, too,” Kili grinned and waved his hand in the air. “She has pointy ears, you know. Ouch, Fili, why did you kick me?”
Dain groaned, “Pointy ears…? By Mahal’s beard, I think I need another mug of ale.”
“Are ye drinkin’ without us, ye sewer rats?” Dwalin appeared by the table, followed by his brother.
“We’re all celebratin’ our victory over the orcs and wargs!” Captain Agnarr pointed at the multiple groups of Dwarves gathered around them in one of the least ruined halls of the Lonely Mountain.
“There’s nothing better for a soldier’s morale than a few casks of the Iron Hills ale,” Balin sat beside him and poured two mugs—for himself and Dwalin. “What would you say about a toast?”
“To victory?” Ori proposed.
“We drank for that last time,” Vari shook his head. 
“If all you said is true, lads,” Drengi, a large dwarf, said, two golden teeth glinting in his mouth, “we should be toasting the White Raven.”
“To the White Raven!” strong voices echoed against the ceiling of the cavern as more dwarves joined the toast with their mugs raised into the air.
“To Thorin Oakenshield, King Under the Mountain!”
“To King Thorin!”
“To the Lonely Mountain!”
“To the Longbeards!”
In the growing racket, Balin turned to Fili and Kili.
“What did you tell them, lads?”
“Nothing much besides what we saw when we found Uncle Thorin after the battle,” Fili said.
“And that the White Raven helped us during the Quest,” added Kili. “Fili, I completely forgot! Remember what Uncle Thorin called her when we were taking him back to the Lonely Mountain?”
Fili nodded, but before he answered, Balin put his hand on Kili’s shoulder.
“That, my boy, is better left unsaid.”
“But Uncle Dain said that the King Under the Mountain will need a queen now and that he has a perfect candidate for Uncle Thorin. How can Uncle Thorin marry her if he…” Kili continued.
“This is the conversation that Thorin—and Thorin only—needs to have with Dain. Do you understand?” the elderly dwarf searched their faces solemnly.
“Aye, Uncle Balin, we do,” Fili reassured him.
***
“...since we moved his majesty into the Mountain. His fever has dropped and the wounds are healing well but he keeps on asking about someone named Carra.”
“Thank you, Nari, you were most helpful. Try to catch some sleep. I will stay with him now.” Words spoken in a soothing timbre of voice reached Thorin through the haze of dreams.
“Balin?” he blinked a few times, trying to chase the drowsiness away.
“I’m here, laddie,” a familiar silhouette in a burgundy robe stood before him. “You gave us a scare for a wee moment there.”
Thorin could not stop himself from smiling at the sight of the familiar face of his old mentor. As he attempted to sit up, an intense spike of pain ran through the left side of his body. The only thing he managed to do was lift his head slightly. At that moment, an additional pillow was placed beneath it. He grunted. At least the Dwarvish beds were much more comfortable than the Elvish ones.
“Carefully now, laddie. No sudden movements. Your foot needs time to heal properly. Your left shoulder and arm were badly injured too. The healers had to use a splint…” 
It was a challenge to focus on Balin’s words, but as the dizziness subsided, Thorin’s thoughts became more coherent. Various parts of his body ached, his left leg felt heavy, and he could not move his left arm—it was indeed encased in a splint, exactly like Balin said—but he was able to take a look around the room. Even if he did not recognize this particular place, he recognized its walls hewn from the same greenish rock as the walls of the old chambers he used to live in as a young prince. A lifetime ago. And now, he was home again. Home.
“Tell me everything. Is Erebor safe?” With a pained grunt, he turned towards Balin. 
“Aye. Worry not, the Mountain is well-protected. Dain is here with his warriors. We are working on making our home liveable again,” Balin replied, patting Thorin’s right hand, which lay on the bed. “You did well, laddie. The corridors and caverns are echoing with stories about the return of the King Under the Mountain who killed the Pale Orc and avenged his esteemed grandsire.”
Killed. He swallowed, attempting to ignore the memories of that fight that came back to him like an unstoppable flood—and of the price he paid to survive. Or rather, the price someone else paid for him. He lost her.
“King? Me? A Dwarf who succumbed to the curse that plagues his house? Who valued hoarded gold over…” With a sneer, Thorin looked away, his voice hollow. “I am not worthy of that title, Balin. Not any longer.”
“Do you remember that audience in the throne room when King Thrór met with the refugees from the White Mountains? You were still a prince at that time.”
“How could I forget? Not only did I break protocol, but also I interrupted Grandfather. I declared that if he would not send his troops, I would fight the Orcs who invaded their homes—on my own. Mother was truly ashamed of me on that day. And Father would not speak to me for a month.” “Ah, the impulsiveness of youth,” Balin nodded. “But you have always had your heart in the right place. Do you remember what I told you on that very day?”
“Life is like a battle. When you fall, you have to rise again and fight. Otherwise you lose,” Thorin said under his breath. He recalled the countless nights when he whispered those words to himself, lying on the hard ground, far from home, when the thought of retribution was the only thing that drove him forward.
 “We reclaimed our homeland thanks to you. You overcame the curse and led us to victory. You have fought and won this great battle, Thorin,” the elderly Dwarf spoke softly.
“I did not. Not alone,” Thorin admitted, unable to look Balin in the eye, his throat constricted. Something ached in his chest, and it was not his wound. “I had help.”
“Indeed. I saw the Pale Orc’s corpse. It bore marks of dwarven weapons… and others that bore resemblance to talons and a beak,” the older Dwarf said.
Thorin did not reply. Not because he chose not to speak but because the right words would not come to him.
After a pause, his mentor added, “Fili claims that he heard a deafening sound, like a large bird’s screech, only moments before they caught sight of you on the frozen river.”
“A screech…” Thorin repeated to himself. Something stirred in his mind; Azog’s hideous grimace, the ice beneath him reverberating with a strange sound that filled the air, and the moment when the tip of Orcrist’s blade plunged into the Orc’s chest. He blinked several times. His own words rang in his ears.
“Carra, no!”
He remembered the darkness that came afterwards. And pain.
 A life for a life.
It should have been him.
Balin’s voice seemed to come from far away.
“... I heard the guards retelling the old legends of the White Raven. And a new tale is spreading through Erebor: a story about a large, white-feathered raven that bravely fought by the King Under the Mountain’s side at Ravenhill,” he said.
Thorin remained silent, staring at the white sheets that covered him. White as ice on that day. White as the feathers in her wings. He felt cold.
Silence seemed to stretch between them like the bottomless chasm beneath the Mountain until Balin spoke again. 
“Help me understand this, laddie.” 
Reluctantly, Thorin’s fingers found the leather band strung around his neck and pulled it from under the blankets that covered him. His old friend’s eyes widened at the sight of a silver-white feather.
“The White Raven…” The words in Thorin’s mouth tasted like ash. “Carra. I have known her for most of my life. After Smaug's attack, she left her nest behind and followed me to the Blue Mountains.” Thorin met his mentor’s eyes. 
“The White Raven... The stuff of legend, eh?” Balin hummed, examining the feather with reverence.
“I am aware of what it must sound like. Legend or not, she is real. She was,” he corrected himself, swallowing hard. “At Ravenhill… Had she not intervened, Azog would have taken my life. She chose ’ugbalul ’uhaskhajam and gave her life for me instead.”
“Thorin… By Mahal’s hammer, laddie, what are you saying?” The feather fell from his mentor’s hand onto the bed. “’Ugbalul ’uhaskhajam, the act of sacrificing one’s life in battle to protect another, is only performed by one’s kin!”
“Or a spouse,” explained Thorin flatly.
Balin looked down at the silver-white feather and then glanced towards the door before speaking again.
“Dwalin told me that you spoke of a wife,” the elderly Dwarf said. “We thought it might have been your feverish mind speaking, nothing more.”
“It was not. She is… Carra was my wife, Balin.” His own whisper sounded hollow.
Balin stayed silent for a few heartbeats and then cleared his throat, as if deciding on something.
“That certainly explains quite a bit—including a very curious occurrence. You see, Thorin, after the battle, we did not find any signs of this revered bird at Ravenhill. Instead, there is a strange woman of mysterious provenance in our infirmary, and the healers…”
“Here, in Erebor?! Alive?” Thorin grabbed Balin’s sleeve, seeing him nod. “Tell me, what colour is this woman’s hair?!”
“Her hair is like this feather: white, dusted with silver,” his mentor replied. “She lives and is under good care. We brought her into the Mountain together with you, but...”
“Thank Mahal!” Thorin rested on his right arm, lifting his upper body as much as he could. “Balin, take me to her at once!”
Swiftly, he moved to the side in an attempt to rise from the bed while a pang of pain shot through his body, sudden like lightning. He fell onto his pillows, taking deep breaths and fighting a wave of dizziness.
“I am afraid you are in no shape to walk, laddie,” Balin rested his hand on his uninjured shoulder. “You are on the mend, but the healers say that you will need time to…”
“Balin! By Mahal’s beard!” Thorin fisted his hand, trying to curb his temper and ignore the pain. “Do you not understand? I need to see her!”
“You are as stubborn as your grandfather,” the elderly Dwarf shook his head in defeat. “Let me talk with Nari and see what can be done. I will be back in a jiffy.”
Balin’s jiffy felt like an eternity to Thorin, but he waited, albeit impatiently.
Carra was alive.
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thatseventiesbitch · 1 year
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My That ‘90s Show Review: The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly
Alright, a few days (and rewatches) in, and I’m finally ready to give my thoughts on That ‘90s Show - a show I waited on for two years (but really, more like 17 years). Buckle in for a looooong essay, lol.
I give That ‘90s Show a solid 4 out of 5 stars. I’ll do my best to explain my rating below.
The Good
The Eric-and-Donna of it all. Well - this is an Eric & Donna blog above all else, so of course we were watching first and foremost to see our OTP reunited onscreen after 15 years! And we were not disappointed by what we found. 💗😭
Eric and Donna are happily married in 1995, and navigating the perils of parenting a teenager (shudder). They’re still just as in-love as ever, but now in their mid (late??) 30′s and acting like they’ve been married for 150 years. I guess they have been together since they were 4 🤣.
One thing I think the show really got right is Eric-and-Donna-as-parents. That went exactly as I could’ve predicted. Eric is Kitty to his daughter, well-intentioned but overbearing - and Donna sets boundaries with Leia (like her parents didn’t with her) but is also there to reel Eric in and to remind him of the important stuff: to trust their kid, to let her have her own experiences, to help teach her to take (smart!) risks. I adored that we got to see them “in action” as a parenting team, I loved when Donna went out to check on him and they talked through his fears about Leia growing up and not needing him anymore, I loved seeing how Eric is clearly worried he’s going to become his father (but it’s so clear that he’s so not)... I just loved it all.
Specific shout out to Donna-as-a-mom, which I never knew I needed in my life so much until I saw it! Her running into the Forman’s living room, screaming that she got Leia condoms, jellies, and the uglies underwear she could find... 🤣 Hysterical, and also felt so true to character. That’s exactly how I saw Donna parenting a teenager.
The Red-and-Kitty of it all. Red and Kitty are a joy. Seeing them as grandparents - and as a still-happy couple, enjoying their retirement (or not-so-retirement?) -was the other high point of the series for me.
Red and Kitty are still happy and in love. I never doubted they would be, but it was just heartwarming to see. I also loved their interactions with other characters, like seeing Bob and Fez come back (!!) and the introduction of Sherri, who very much feels like pseudo-daughter for them.
Red as a grandparent was everything I wanted it to be. Him calling Leia “kiddo” - my heart 💗. We kind of got glimpses that he was excited to become a grandparent on the show - like Eric and Donna’s pregnancy scare in season 6 - and I think now we see why. Red knows being a grandpa is where it’s at! He’s done with all the hard parts of being a father, being the ‘bad cop’, and just gets to enjoy and be the fun one! I am picturing him doing this Leia’s whole life lmao... like Eric and Donna sent her over for an afternoon and she comes home hopped up on sugar and Red’s like, “Sorry, she wanted it all and I couldn’t say no. Oh, getting her to bed tonight? I don’t know, not my problem!” Or like, he always gets her the noisiest gifts for Christmas. Kitty as a grandparent was also very sweet - her and Leia making up the pasta names is what immediately comes to mind 😂. Their “good cop” and “bad cop” dynamic has definitely shifted with the grandkid, and I could have predicted that (but it is fun to see!!).
Leia Forman. I adore Leia. I saw someone online say she’s the rare case of two great characters not having a super annoying kid, and I thought yep, spot on. Reboots are always a tricky beast, casting the kid of two beloved characters even more so, but this one worked out.
Leia is funny, endearing, smart, and I see a lot of shades of both Eric and Donna in her but also plenty that sets her apart as her own character. Her storyline about being a coddled, sheltered kid looking to break free and have some adventure worked for me, and I would love to get the chance to see how Leia continues to evolve as she gets older and spends more summers in Point Place.
Gwen and Leia, aka Geia. This is my ship! I really love Gwen and Leia together, and want them to fall in love (cackles in *fanfic author*). But I want it to be a slow-burn, where they realize they’ve fallen for each other, ‘accidentally’, over time. Falling for your best friend... who lives next door... hmmm, wonder why I like this pairing so much...? 😉🤣🥰
Pure nostalgia. The basement. The Hub. The Vista Cruiser. Fenton. Leo. I wanted nostalgia, dammit, and the show delivered. I will even (tentatively) put a few ‘90s references in this column, like hearing ‘Shoop’, ‘I’ll Make Love to You’, and ‘You Outta Know’ and seeing a few other 90s things that reminded me of my childhood, like Free Willy and snap bracelets. 
The humor. I went into the show with low expectations, specifically in this department. I was worried the humor would feel ‘off’, or would feel cheesy, or just not funny to me. There were definitely a few jokes that didn’t land (aren’t there always?), but over all I am happy to put the show’s humor in the ‘win’ column! I laughed out loud - a lot. I could tell that the same writers/showrunners were involved - it felt like similar humor from the original series. I think I enjoyed so much partly because I just love these characters, but many of the new characters had me in stitches too. Ozzie and Sherri in particular.
Sherri. Speaking of Sherri, she was my favorite of the new characters. Obvious Laurie stand-in is obvious, and that’s sad/unfortunate, but once I can move beyond that I really enjoyed her. I liked that she was a well-meaning mom but she definitely needs Red and Kitty’s support and guidance - I look forward to seeing how their relationship will develop. I even thought Sherri’s storyline with Fez was funny. It leaves the door open for Wilmer to return.
The references back to the OG show. The split-screen moments. The extended 90210 daydream/fantasy sequence. The Circle. The screen change sequences (the one with Kitty and Leia in the beanie hats is my favorite!)
The Bad
The 10-episode format. To me the most glaring issue was the 10-episode format, which rendered the season far too short to develop any of the characters or plot-lines they’d set up to satisfaction. Now, in fairness, maybe this is just the order they got for season 1. If they are successful, perhaps a longer order can be made for season 2. But also - maybe not. A lot of Netflix shows are consistently 10-episodes only these days.
But That ‘90s Show had less than half the episodes That ‘70s Show had in its first season to develop character and interesting conflict - and it shows. I like where they were going with everything, but storylines often felt rushed or like a lot of jumping around had happened from one episode to the next (For instance, I thought the Leia-and-Jay dating story went really fast. One minute they were all will-they-won’t-they, Leia’s never kissed a boy, and then BAM they’re together, calling each other babe, and she’s sneaking him up into her room for make-out sessions. Whoa!). The characters felt underdeveloped, too, or like we only knew one thing about them - because we didn’t have time to learn more.
So I know this is unlikely to change, but my biggest gripe is that there wasn’t enough runtime. You have an interesting premise here, you’ve sucked me in. Now properly develop it.
The focus on romantic relationships. Related, the focus on Leia’s romantic relationships was not my favorite aspect. I actually liked how they started the thing with her and Jay - Jay’s a playboy, but he’s not being one with her. They should’ve developed that out through all ten episodes, and had him just give her her first kiss in like, episode 9 or 10. The twist with Nate at the end is kind of interesting and could still happen (but as it is, it comes out of left field... which, now that I think about it, is how Leia felt about it too, I guess).
Regardless, I am neither team-Jay or team-Nate. I didn’t think either couple like, blew me away with their chemistry (although I don’t think we’re meant to feel that way yet, as viewers). My favorite parts of the season were seeing Leia’s friendships blossom, with Gwen and with Ozzie mostly. I’d have liked this season to be more focused on that - and maybe she stumbles into her first kiss along the way by the end of the season, anyway, and there’s still a romantic cliff-hanger.
The timeline inconsistencies (and others). There were several - the most notable being the timeline around Jackie-Kelso getting back together and Jay’s existence, and Eric’s age (38? He was born in 1960 so he and Donna would be 35 in 1995) - and while I am disappointed, I am not surprised. 
These are the same showrunners who gave us 3 different birthdays for Eric during the run of the show. The same people who gave us 3 different stories about how/when Eric and Donna met for the first time. The same people who gave Donna 2 sisters and then - poof - magically wrote them off (including in That ‘90s Show lol - “There’s only one girl in the world with Bob as her dad, and Eric had to pick her!”). The same showrunners who had Hyde turn 18 two seasons before Eric. The same - you know what, I’m going to stop myself. The point is, this shit is nothing new. That ‘70s Show fans are used to setting their non-sensical mistakes aside and enjoying the show anyway. Their inattention to detail officially goes in the ‘Bad’ column, though. It’s frustrating.
Jackie and Kelso endgame. Well, this ended up being exactly as it was leaked to be, and Jackie and Kelso were on their second remarriage. I do not mind Jackie and Kelso together and do frankly find it realistic, but this isn’t the happiest ending for Ms. Jackie Burkhart. I thought their scene was pretty funny (we did get a “Damn, Jackie!”), albeit brief, but I had higher hopes for the state of their relationship based on some recent promo materials. I also wished we’d seen (1) Jackie, Kelso and Jay interact as a family, (2) Learned what Jackie and Kelso do for a living/a little bit of backstory as to how they ended up back in Point Place.
No on-screen character reunion. I am bummed that Eric and Donna didn’t interact with the Kelso’s - or with Fez! (I guess Donna did, briefly) Seeing this picture makes me want to see it so, so badly in season 2! I think we’re all curious as to what Eric and Donna’s relationship is like with Jackie and Kelso these days.
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The Ugly
Hyde’s absence. I think any long-time fan of the show felt Hyde’s absence, and wondered about the character’s ending. The character’s ending is: totally open-ended, since he was not mentioned at all. Although it was painful to feel his absence, I preferred this to giving him an ending like prison or death, which would have felt like a fuck you to the actor but not fair to the character of Steven Hyde. Mostly because it allows us to fill in our own ending for him. I’m going to say that he finally moved to New York, and he’s happy out there. He keeps in contact with Eric and Donna still. 😊
A few side-notes: One, I have a feeling most of the OG cast actually supports Danny Masterson, so... yeah. Do with that sinking feeling in your heart what you will. But I doubt they will write him off in a mean way for that reason.
Two, I think they were in between a rock and a hard place with this. Honestly, if they’d written Hyde in, in any way, I’d feel squicky about it. Even an off-screen mention. But long-live the fan fiction, am I right?? I’ve already started to see some popping up 👀
Kitty’s moment. Kitty had a moment where I clapped my hand over my mouth (even though I literally knew it was coming), and that was when she called Leia, “That lying little bitch,” when Ozzie told her they were at a rave. It was very shocking, and very un-Kitty-like. Did not like.
(That said, I am not one who uses labels like out-of-character in a context like this. It’s not my character - it’s Debra Jo’s and the showrunners’. It’s a part of her character I didn’t like. And that’s okay. She was in a moment of huge stress, probably suddenly worried sick about her granddaughter. I have certainly had bad reactions to stress, too. As my girl Brene Brown says, “People get scary when they’re scared.”)
Overview
So, I mean... I have largely good things to say about That ‘90s Show, and it was a tall order man, because That ‘70s Show is my baby. And ain’t nobody finna touch my baby!!!
Was it perfect? No. Some of the little things were off, but it felt like overall, the big things were on. And that’s what’s important. I also feel invested enough in the new kids (definitely in Leia), and I think they have a lot of different directions they can take the rest of the series. So 4 out of 5 stars, and when can I expect a season 2 announcement, Netflix??? 😆
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jaegerbroshoe · 1 month
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Omg this new season is off to a solid start!
1. The first scene was actually very hard to watch for me, I had to look away. This is the kind of shit my mom and her siblings experienced growing up in Egypt. I really hope we won’t get the whole “bad brother honour kills” storyline again though. Jawad seems really sweet so far.
2. I love how they handled the Layan issue, especially with Miss Abeer clearly being traumatized by whatever the outcome was (I don’t think they’ll confirm it 100% by the end of the season, but we’ll see).
3. The new principal being the creator of the show cracked me up.
4. I’m surprised by how much the topics being addressed are still relatable to me, seeing as how it’s been a minute since I’ve been a teenager. But it’s actually giving me so many throwbacks, even though social media was definitely not as crazy as it is now for me as an older Gen Z.
5. Lots of interesting characters. I like that the “it” girl (Tasneem) is actually just the fake nice type this time. Heba’s actress is sooo pretty (I am constantly distracted by her, I love that 80s look) but her character is so trashy. What she did to Sara during the bowling scene was so uncalled for, and I’m happy she was called out on it when Sara made that video. I also like that we’re getting more male characters being involved in this season. I think the show has the potential to explore a lot more issues than those that pertain to women exclusively and I’m glad it’s going there. Also, that Arab family moment with Sara’s dad 🤣.
6. I can’t stop thinking about how gorgeous and big everyone’s room and house is 😭. I miss how that is the norm in West Asia.
7. My only issue is that sometimes the acting came off as awkward or forced (like, you can tell it’s a script or something they have to act to be doing; the first season also suffered from that at times). Or it’s not the acting but the way the scenes are cut/transition.
All in all, so curious to see the direction in which this season will go!
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myf00djournal · 3 months
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Out on my morning walk looking like a well matched queen 👸🏻
Thinking about my peers on here doing some reflecting and setting of goals and pondering if I set concrete goals for myself this year. Retrospectively, yes I suppose I did! Things just kind of happened and I guess seeing them through was the persistence.
My brain dump looking back -
👩🏻‍🏫 Work - Hmm. Well I started in a role that will not exist next year which is a shame. I will still be in a similar role, albeit temporarily until the end of the year. Then, I am not sure what’s happening. My HSC class ranked 1st in our system so that’s pretty exciting. I made a lot of connections with my students and supported them through some pretty heavy shit…
📚 Study - …This then prompted me to start my Masters which I am 3 units into. I have been toying with the idea of pursuing this for ten years so that is a long term goal achieved for sure!
💵 Other work - I wrote freelance exam papers and did HSC marking for some side money 💰 I have said no to the exam papers for next year which I am so proud of myself for.
🏋🏽‍♀️ Training - I went to the gym 170 times which seems to average 3-4 times per week. Sounds right. Jan-Sept is hard because of netball, I was lucky to get to the gym 3 times per week during the season. My gym doesn’t open on Sundays either. Sept-Dec was a solid hit out during the challenge. I managed to lose 10kg, making my total loss since September 2022 16kg without any gains back. I didn’t suffer any major injuries in the gym and this contributed to my consistency and ability to push myself more.
🏃🏽‍♀️ Parkrun - I ran 33 parkruns this year. In April last year I set a goal to get back under 30 mins. I did it this year not once but nine times 🥹 all in the second half of the year. This was my biggest running year since 2019 due to lockdowns etc.
🏐 Netball - My rep and club team both finished 3rd 🥲 I had great seasons, particularly for club my shooting accuracy was the highest and most consistent it’s been for years sitting around 85-90% every game. That was my goal ✅ No injuries that sidelined me - except for my dislocated finger 🤣 briefly. Another goal ✅
💵 Monies - Without putting amounts out there it’s pleasing and also a privilege to get through the year comfortably. I got to travel with my bestie at the start of the year, book a holiday with Josh (Wednesday eee) and still save a good amount for my emergency fund, general savings and pay for my units upfront for uni (although 75% is subsidized thanks government). When I cleaned out my wardrobe I was pleased not too part with too much which means I haven’t overconsumed and wasted.
🏥 Health - I had my endo surgery which had been on my mind for about 3-4 years. ✅ I already feel so many benefits from it and regret not having it again sooner (last one was 2009!). Had another iron infusion. Generally, I do look after my health and try to do regular dental, chiro, GP visits etc. I only saw my psych once this year. I could probably have done with a top up because things got very dicey for me around April, but we made it through.
🥂 Alcohol - I stopped drinking between August-November and since have only had alcohol on 5 occasions (I use a dry days tracker). I’m sorting out when feels safe for me to drink and how much control I have. The reset has really helped me understand why I used to drink, sometimes alone, and that I put myself in unsafe situations when this happens. I still have some soul searching to go but I am on the right track.
My brain dump for 2024 -
👩🏻‍🏫 Work - Enjoy the year. Relax a little. Set boundaries. Know where you stand.
📚 Study - Complete 5 units
💵 Other work - HSC marking and that’s it
🏋🏽‍♀️ Training - Keep up with gym, average 4-5 times per week. Bench 60! Be nicer to people at 5am 🤣
🏃🏽‍♀️ Running - Attend as many parkruns as I can. Go under 28 (home PB). Volunteer more. Maybe do a half again in November? Depends on other factors.
🏐 Netball - Have already said no to rep (can you tell I am being so firm with my resources next year?). Will always play club. Goal - Win grand final again. Shoot at 90-95% accuracy.
💵 Monies - We connected with a financial advisor just before Christmas so plan to see that through and have a look at what we can do! Clearer goals will then form. I also want to stop shouting people things. I am overly generous with this and it needs to stop because a lot of the time it’s colleagues who never do a shout so it never comes back to me 🥲
🏥 Health - Find out what I am anaphylactic to on 28/2 😀 and hopefully don’t die during that test! Continue managing my endo and other factors that connect to all of that. Maintain my weight loss in healthy and sensible means (which I am confident in myself I can).
🥂 Alcohol - I want to continue to be mindful in my motives for drinking, how society has normalized alcohol consumption, etc. I want to be safe, feel healthy and not ruin next days for myself.
📷 - My bestie and I need to take more photos together
📱- I really need to reduce my screen time (cruise will help with this!)
📖- I really need to read more (2 books planned for our cruise!)
🧽 - I keep editing and adding to this lol. I want to maintain a really minimal space inside our home. We have done a lot of decluttering the last few weeks and I am really keen to keep it up. We have a council clean up booked for 2/1 and what better way to start the NY! Can’t wait to drag some of our old stuff out and say see ya 👋🏾
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zippykinky · 11 months
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Today was my first day alone.
Spurred on by Twitter, I decided to stuff myself, never mind the fact that I was already full from breakfast that I had just finished :b
There’s two mac muffins and one large glass of orange juice in there.
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Despite this, I still had a very small tummy. It was time to change that.
I decided to start with 5 fiber one bars.
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Ooof…I definitely felt full. This was 5 fiber one bars and a small glass of water in there. Kinda gurgly. Probably because I accidentally swallowed air too because my nose is blocked. 😅
I decided to continue with oatmeal :3
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But after 4 packs of oatmeal…OOF…I felt S T U F F E D. I can barely lift my arms. Hurts a bit too. Dear lord I’m so ridiculously stuffed I don’t want to get up again. Ooof…ooof…I need belly massages…my belly is really really grumbly…oh my god 🫠
I feel like a solid mass is in my middle belly phhhew. This is exhausting 😅
I can barely walk lol
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Anyway, here’s the link to the video.
God, I feel so stuffed… 🤣😅
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theuniversalscat · 8 months
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I will do an honest review of mother jeans since clearly no one else is doing one….
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No no no no no no no no no no no.
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Here’s the deal:
When you call your brand “mother” you may want to make sure they’re cut for most women. Not just Asian men. (& women with very narrow hips and tiny buttockses buttock-i? I dunno… you get the gist …🤷‍♀️🤣)
I wear a size 6 normally now. I used to be a solid 4, but I have sized up. And I admit that. But when I wear 4 different sizes within the same brand, that’s some ass manufacturing. There is absolutely no continuity whatsoever from one pair to another. Very. Cheaply. Made!!!!! I fit in 28s with the cut that has more give, great. Some 28s in the mother jeans were even too big, and I had to roll them on top to fit my waist. But then in another style jean by them I’m a solid 29. Fine. I can even accept that. But when I keep buying these orange leopard jeans and I end up in a size f’n 30 and STILL can’t sausage into them and when I finally paint them on I get the tight crotch that don’t accommodate my thighs BUT they did leave room, however, for my nonexistent peep. I mean, a whole 3 inches of dead air, cause I have woman’s hips and not a peep to put in there and I have a purse and wallet so I don’t need that much space in my crotch to keep my keys and my lipstick, ok?! and then the a ten foot crotch that is most unflattering, it’s longer than my torso rise, making me look like Ed Grimley, not to mention the muffin edges I get on the very top of these jeans, no. Just no. How can you name yourself “mother” when it’s for tween boys and some women with no hips?
This is Ed Grimley. (See below)
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No. I’m now forever calling mother jeans, “tiny hipped, no ass, long crotch, man jeans and yes, Asian men do fit that bill, so call me a racist if you will but I’m not one so go scratch with that! Cause one time I saw a literal Asian man in drag modeling a pair of jeans (full disclosure: may not have been mother jeans) as if i wouldn’t notice!
So, am I still trying to lose weight? Always and No! And I shouldn’t have to! Their job is to make bigger sizes so I can fit my bigger self inside the pants to clothe me! And yes I do try to be healthy even though I don’t have to justify my weight to anyone, but a lot of times I fluctuate in weight like a lot of other human beings. The fact that I usually wear a size 6 bottoms, and 28 inch jeans this is unacceptable. What about ladies who are bigger than me? Should we wear a tarp, or sew two pairs of your jeans together to make a Normal cut for my ass?! No! Ain’t nobody got time for that!
So ladies, if you have any kind of curves like me, steer waaaaaaaaayyyy clear of the mother brand. And if you are shaped like them, then they’ll be perfect. I’m pissed, cause I now have to find another brand, and since I’m not in the know, I have to look online for a new brand, and I hate that. Pft! Caca fitting jeans! I’m sticking to leggings until I figure out a better brand to invest in.
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squishycheekanon · 2 months
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Favorites for video games? Hack and Slash, rpg, adventure, sandbox, slice of life, metroidvsnia? For categories
Okay so I’ll just list them off, Minecraft is an all time favourite of mine. I’ve been playing it since it came out in 2009, I remember back when all the blocks looked so different and there was no creative. I played it with my sister all the time growing up. Even right this second I’m watching ezY survive 2000 days in hardcore lol😝
Next up is Fortnite, I used to absolutely hate it. Then one day I was bored with nothing to do and decided why the fuck not. I died within two minutes because I did not know about the storm and circle part of the game. I really got into Fortnite and again I got my sister to play it with me, we were duo queens💅🏽 I am very disappointed with how the game has developed, i think it started to go down hill when they did the whole primal dinosaur chapter. I even stopped playing for a bit. But when they did the OG map I started playing again and I am still playing today. I got a solo win earlier😝
I really like among us but I feel like it’s better when there’s a big group of people over mics instead of taking forever to type with a controller, there was never a group of people who wanted to do that so I don’t play that really anymore. But still one of my favourites. I loved being imposter.
Sims. Sims 1, sims 2, sims 3, sims 3 pets and sims 4. These are elite. The progress they’ve made over the years, I grew up with sims and I can’t wait for sims 5. Fingers crossed they finally add multiplayer.
GTA as well as RDR 1 and 2 these are really fun to play with a group, I get bored playing this alone. Online play is the best in my opinion for these games. I haven’t played in a few weeks I don’t think.
Grounded, I thoroughly enjoyed playing this game. I got very frustrated when I died though and the spiders were fucking scary as fuck! But I recommend playing this one, especially with other people I had so much fun.
Gang beasts is another one I play, I only really play when I want to laugh my ass off uncontrollably though. Still very good and a favourite.
The trusty viva piñata, very good game.
Okay now, Hogwarts Legacy was fucking epic! An absolute masterpiece! The gameplay, the cinematography, the music, the characters, all of it. I fell in love with the story. And as a lover of the Harry Potter books and movies, being able to walk around Hogwarts in that much detail even in a game and being able to fly around on a broom was so amazing to me. I loved this game so much. I played it for a month straight and It did take me a solid week to defeat the boss, and I got very angry every time I died but it was so good.
Dreamlight valley, as someone who grew up watching Disney and cried my fucking eyes out watching the Disney parade at Disney World, being able to play in a Disney world with all your favourite characters is so cool. Being able to make it what you want, it’s such a good game. I am a little disappointed that you now have to pay for expansion packs in the game but the company’s have to make their money somehow I guess.
Halo, another one I grew up playing. I remember when it first came out. I remember playing it on the Xbox 360. And I have continued to play it all the way through to today. Replayed the second game last week. Love all of the masterchief collection.
Those were my favourites but I enjoy playing these too; Jax and daxter, spyro, all the assassins creed games, COD modern warfare, the cave, ark, dead or alive, Batman Arkham collection, fall guys, goat simulator😭🤣, plants vs zombies, sea of thieves, sunset overdrive, stranded deep and uno online.
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Western Astrology is a persona, who u tryna be vs. Sidereal who u organically are.
#triggerwarning I’m talking shi 😂🤣
Western #Aries- Want to be seen as headstrong & hot headed then end up being emotionally sensitive asf SO lost in a abyss of strong emotion that they wanna fight and CRY because they’re really Piscean (Sidereal Pisces ♓️ 3/10-4/21)
Western #Taurus- Want to be seen as stubborn and solid & unbothered when most are really headstrong, angry azz, IMPATIENT, SELFISH & bothered & childish with GRAND emotion due to them being Arian in nature. (Sidereal Aries ♈️ 4/22- 5/12)
Western #Gemini- Want to be seen as light as a feather, unbothered, jovial etc when really they enjoy comfort (material), food, anything that stimulates the senses, & being selfishhhh >>> cuz that’s the bull (TAURUS)🐂 organically. (Sidereal Taurus ♉️ 5/13- 6/20)
Western #Cancer- Want to appear caring, emotional, sympathetic & sensitive when really they are mental, anxious, need to constantly be stimulated or getting something accomplished, jovial, BIPOLAR ASL cuz that GEMINI SPIRIT. WILL TALK YO EAR OFF 🫰🏾They care but don’t really care that deeply beloved IT’S TWO PEOPLE INSIDE OF THEM. Twins 👯‍♀️ That’s that Air 💨🌬️ (Sidereal Gemini ♊️ 6/21 - 7/15)
Western #Leo- Wants to be seen as the IT girl, little miss perfect, and to be loved by everyone because they are really that moody, also bipolar, emotions so heavy (dramatic) spoiled wanna be babied azz PROTECTIVE azz SENSITIVE AZZ, Think they Somebody mama azz👉🏾 (Sidereal Cancer 🦀 ♋️ 7/17- 8/16)
Western #Virgo- Wanna be SEEN as innocent & as go with the flowy though I’m shady, OPINIONATED, plays so humble but draw so much attention doing the least when really it’s the MOST (dramatic) ass LEO 🦁(Sidereal Leo ♌️ 8/7 - 9/15)
Western #Libra- Wanna be liked by everybody, but is overly judgmental, calculated, sensitive, nitpicky, also wants to be SEEN as innocent cuz that VIRGIN energy of VIRGO 👉🏾the lil “innocent 304” (Sidereal Virgo ♍️ 9/16 - 11/04)
Western #Scorpio- Wanna be seen as secretive, a freak , manipulative, when really they are indecisive, play the victim ⚖️ MESSY, sweet & sour, also judgemental. Not so sneaky lil EASY 304’s. Will buss it open to be liked azz 👉🏾 (Sidereal Libra ♎️ 11/5 - 11/23)
Western #Sagittarius- Wanna be seen as philosophers, teachers of the night 🌙, free spirited hoes, when really they are OBSESSED manipulating charmers to get what they want, possess u with my SEX so I can control ur life azz, make u my slave FOREVER azz CRYBABY AZZ🦂 (Sidereal SCORPIO ♏️ 11/24- 12/06)
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Obtain what I want by ANY means necessary azz, spiritual ho3, cast a spell gimme my gots azz, Seduce u hold a convo & take u and ur homies money THEN GET GHOST azz, brainwash u to use u to carry out my plans azz, Calculated and make u slither 🐍 right out them drawls and beg for it azz, DIRTY DIANA ENCHANTRESS azzzz OPHIUCHUS, The Snake Bearer (#Ophiuchus ⛎ 12/7- 12/19) (THE LOST SIGN) 🐍
Western #Capricorn- Wanna be seen as the wealthy businessman/ woman who is cold, calm and collected when really they use them words to scam, fluflam, sell salt to a slug azz, tell a story you’ll remember for a lifetime then run off in the wind azz, I’m jk azz, always chasing a new view azz, Multifaceted get money different ways azz, busy in sum shi azz 👉🏾 (Sidereal Sagittarius ♐️ 12/20 - 1/20)
Western #Aquarius- Wanna be seen as unbothered, non-judgmental, chill, non emotional when really they are walking MONEY BAGS, get sad chase a bag, cry in the shadows but don’t care bout nun of dat sh*t azz, Tough love azz, wtf that gotta do with ME azz, If it don’t make dollaz it don’t make sense azz👉🏾 (Sidereal Capricorn ♑️ 1/21 - 2/14)
Western #Pisces- Wanna be seen as caring, emotional, non judgmental, the VICTIM, when really they are messy asf, selfish in their selfishness till yo azz start acting selfish, weird, eccentric often mistaken for crazy or bipolar, unpredictable, creative, mad scientist azz, can’t quite pin them azz aquas ( Sidereal Aquarius ♒️ 2/15 - 3/9)
Don’t shoot the messenger 😭 this my post 💯
#astrology
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thwip--thwip · 5 months
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
Thank you for the tag @yes-i-am-happyaspie !
How many works do you have on AO3?
In total, 24; 15 on my Irondad pseud, 9 on my legacy pseud.
What’s your total AO3 word count?
128, 654
What fandoms do you write for?
At present, I’m only really active in the MCU/Irondad fandom; but I’ve written in the past for Marvel, Sherlock, Deadpool, TASM, Supernatural, Glee, Doctor Who, & Psych.
What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
1. Peter Parker’s Night Clinic for Kinda Crappy, Accidental Superheroes (3,149)
2. the world is not kind (2,013)
3. chosen family (1,200)
4. MTBI (977)
5. every day, every hour (turn that pain into power) (908)
Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I do! For the most part. At a certain point I fall behind in responding and always feel a little awkward responding to older comments (a pleasant shyness); but I read all of them and deeply appreciate every single one.
What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I think my answer to that might be different than other people’s answers! I’d probably say count to ten; it’s a fill I wrote for the Whumptober 2019 prompt ‘shaky hands’, primarily from Tony’s perspective, post-Snap.
What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Happy in tone, or in what happened? I like to think all of my fics end on the happiest note possible; I can’t stomach bad endings. Put em through hell, but make it worth it at the end.
I’d still have to say the world is not kind. It’s the way I choose to believe Endgame ended (until I get around to writing that giant fix-it).
Do you get hate on fics?
Not that I’ve noticed. Occasionally people will get a little pointed, but I try not to take anything personally; I’m just glad they got to the end and were moved by it enough, in whatever way they were moved, to comment.
Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I have written smut, primarily M/M, but only rarely in my published fics.
Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
I’ve written crossovers; I’d like to write more of them eventually. The craziest one was The Adventures of Dean Winchester & Friends, for the SuperWho Big Bang 2012. It was ridiculous, self-indulgent crack. We’ve all been there.
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not to my knowledge!
Have you ever had a fic translated?
Surprisingly yes! I was honored and pleasantly bewildered. Peter Parker’s Night Clinic for Kinda Crappy, Accidental Superheroes was translated into Suomi (Finnish).
Have you ever co-written a fic before?
I have not had the pleasure! I’d really love to, I think that would be a unique experience and I love collaborative art.
What’s your all time favourite ship?
Oh god all time?? I presume romantic and not platonic ships, but I’ll give both. Romantic has to be Sterek, once a Teen Wolf girlie, always a Teen Wolf girlie. Platonic is Irondad, bar none.
What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
It’s a threeway tie between the sequel to the world is not kind, my Pepper Potts character study piece, and the Infinity War / Endgame rewrite. Of the three, that last one has the least words put to page; but never say die, I still chip away at them all.
What are your writing strengths?
I can write a good emotional through-line. I like to call it emotions porn. Description has never been my issue, and commas love me.
What are your writing weaknesses?
Writing action, or solid plot. I’m not much of a mastermind, so I have a hard time with penning longer works.
Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I’ve done it before when necessary; I’m forced to use Google Translate but if anyone ever wants to correct me I know it’s probably wrong! 🤣
First fandom you wrote for?
Since the site is gone from the face of the earth, I’ll tell you. Jonas Brothers RPF.
Favourite fic you’ve written?
the world is not kind would have to be my pick ❤️
Tagging: @blondsak @euphoric-melancholyy @fourdaysofrain @reachingforaspark
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Update: that’s probably their favorite video you’ve ever sent them, they definitely like it more than what I send 🤣🤣 “Did everyone collectively lose their phones and or social media passwords? Jared’s last post was the hostage video on 10/4, Jensen’s last post was 9/26, Jared’s sisters last post was 10/3, and Jensen’s imaginary friend hasn’t posted since 5/14 but she doesn’t really count because I’m still not convinced she’s real. Jared’s sister not posting is rather odd because out of all of them she’s the one that posts the most and it’s her job to post, right? That’s how being an influencer works, right? Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy the kids aren’t being used as props, but I can’t help but wonder if this means we’re in for some major bearding. Mom checked Jared’s sister’s blog to see if she made a new post, but that’s been all but forgotten about. Also, what’s this Anson characters deal? He reminds me of the rabid raccoon, but somehow worse. You know what he is? A weasel. That’s what he’ll be referred to as and I would also like to apologize to the entire weasel race, it’s an insult to them. But come on, where did weasel come from and what’s with him posting a picture of them all wearing watches? Maybe it’s just me, but that doesn’t seem like a typical Jared watch. Mom said to prepare for what’s to come, it won’t be pretty. My head hurts just thinking about what’s to come, hopefully it doesn’t involve the kids or another hostage video situation. I’m sorry, but after scrolling through her instagram account it’s obvious she uses the kids to get attention. Why else would more than half your photos be of the children? It’s not my life, obviously, but this is ridiculous. The commercials, the birthing story video, the 900 photos, every detail of these kids lives is front and center. Let them be kids, give them privacy, and for God sake protect them! I have to move on from this before I end up with a migraine. Thank you, kiddo! That video made mom’s day! Jensen drops his smile so fast! You can’t convince me that jealousy and protective instincts are a one way street with them. Also, that post you made of the photo ops of the boys holding on to each other was beautiful, kiddo! My favorite is number five, and mom loves the last one! But who can really only pick one favorite when you’re given pics like that?? They’re such a handsome couple, fate really knew what she was doing when it came to those two, the perfect match! The next convention isn’t for another month, right? Fingers crossed we get some good content, kiddo! We’ve lost any and all hope that someone, preferably Dean, is going to kill trench coat. There’s No Place Like Home episode made me really miss the earlier seasons. Just something about this episode made me really miss the boys driving across the country and saving people. Even the bad motels are missed, but we both miss the simple brotherly moments more than anything. Prank wars and all! Charlie doesn’t last much longer does she? I have a feeling her time is running out, which isn’t really a surprise given how most characters die within a couple episodes. About a Boy was a good episode! Not one of my all time favorites, but a solid episode nevertheless! Dean wanting to stay young to avoid the mark but immediately becoming an adult again to save Sam was a very Dean thing to do, he’s such a good brother and lover for that matter. It’s another moment where he see Dean would do literally anything to keep Sam safe. Mom thinks it would have been hard for Dean to stay that age because of the relationship they have, which is a good point! Video of the moment, mom couldn’t wait to share this one, is from June 2023 and the boys look and see the screen behind them is making their lips look red lol! Mom replayed Jared leaning over and making a kissy face right next to Janeen’s face so many times! Lol, I can’t blame her, it was a good moment! It’s moments like that I really feel like they’re telling their teams to screw, and I love it.”
"Did everyone collectively lose their phones and or social media passwords? Jared’s last post was the hostage video on 10/4, Jensen’s last post was 9/26, Jared’s sisters last post was 10/3, and Jensen’s imaginary friend hasn’t posted since 5/14 but she doesn’t really count because I’m still not convinced she’s real."
I'm not worried about their social media, because the only person from them who really uses them is Gen but not seen the Js public...
"Jared’s sister not posting is rather odd because out of all of them she’s the one that posts the most and it’s her job to post, right? That’s how being an influencer works, right?"
That's the point, she usually posts stories almost every two days and some weeks every day. But she has been inactive and that it's suspicious.
"Also, what’s this Anson characters deal? He reminds me of the rabid raccoon, but somehow worse"
You should find a pet name for him because he is like the raccoon, he is always there and at least the raccoon is more with Gen but Anson is trying to show that he is the perfect friend for Jared all the time... I definitely prefer the raccoon than him :V
"You know what he is? A weasel. "
We are in sync😂
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"That’s what he’ll be referred to as and I would also like to apologize to the entire weasel race, it’s an insult to them."
We are very cruel to the poor animals, they are much better😂
"But come on, where did weasel come from and what’s with him posting a picture of them all wearing watches? Maybe it’s just me, but that doesn’t seem like a typical Jared watch. "
I think Jared would never wear that watch but je did that so the weasel got paid...
Do you know what reminded me this of?
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When in the cartoons they have magic bracelets and to transform they put their arms like this
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I know we all have watched a show where they made something like this😂
"That video made mom’s day! Jensen drops his smile so fast! You can’t convince me that jealousy and protective instincts are a one way street with them."
Remember that time Jensen said "Nobody puts Baby (Jared) in the corner", well, you cant touch Baby either or he will kick some assess😂
" Also, that post you made of the photo ops of the boys holding on to each other was beautiful, kiddo! My favorite is number five, and mom loves the last one! But who can really only pick one favorite when you’re given pics like that?? They’re such a handsome couple, fate really knew what she was doing when it came to those two, the perfect match!"
My fav one is definitely last one
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"We’ve lost any and all hope that someone, preferably Dean, is going to kill trench coat. There’s No Place Like Home episode made me really miss the earlier seasons. Just something about this episode made me really miss the boys driving across the country and saving people. Even the bad motels are missed, but we both miss the simple brotherly moments more than anything. Prank wars and all!"
What I miss from season one and two Is that ut was just the two of them, nobody else (well, John in first season and Bobby [who doesnt love Bobby, Bobby is the best :V]) I didnt need no one else... Just the two of them was perfect.
"About a Boy was a good episode! Not one of my all time favorites, but a solid episode nevertheless! Dean wanting to stay young to avoid the mark but immediately becoming an adult again to save Sam was a very Dean thing to do, he’s such a good brother and lover for that matter. It’s another moment where he see Dean would do literally anything to keep Sam safe. Mom thinks it would have been hard for Dean to stay that age because of the relationship they have, which is a good point!"
Not me blushing right now... I mean mom and dad cant understand why but I think everyone who has read a lot of fics could understand why I'm turning red😂
In the fanfics they use that episode with another path...😳
Let's say that seeing his teenage crush just as he remembers him triggers things in Sam...🫣😳😂
"mom couldn’t wait to share this one, is from June 2023 and the boys look and see the screen behind them is making their lips look red lol! Mom replayed Jared leaning over and making a kissy face right next to Janeen’s face so many times! Lol, I can’t blame her, it was a good moment! It’s moments like that I really feel like they’re telling their teams to screw, and I love it.”
Jib 13 if anyone wants to watch it!
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They should have kissed right there, that would be the perfect way to end the moment 😂💕
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nerdieforpedro · 2 months
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WIP Wednesday
I was tagged by @magpiepills who asked what I was working on. Such a loaded question my dear, what am I not working on? 😘
Well, since I am trying to focus and that is difficult for me when it comes to my writing, I’m going with five. It’s a solid number:
1. I'll dance for you - A Santiago Garcia one shot. Got some humor and drinking, not sure if it will be sweet, smut or both. 😋
2. Wrong Beach and a Speedo (title will likely change) Javi G summer romance. I like nice things sometimes. Sweet honey bear Javi 🧸 needs more fics! 😎
3. Chapter 2 of Roc & Doc - poor Tim. People really want his stuff to go missing. What did you do to the people Tim? 🤣
4. Florida Heat - Santiago Garcia x Dave York. I finally started it! 😘 It’s going to be a lot, I was going to do a clip of that but...they hadn't even really gotten to anything yet and it was pretty racy. 👀
5. We’re the Leftovers - I think I’ll go hotel/motel first because I’m not in a dark mood. Plus Marcus deserves some love. A bit angsty. 😙
I decided on an except from chapter 2 of "Roc & Doc" because of the TV cop references. I watch way too much TV:
The detective and doctor had dinner three times a week and tried alternating who pays. Tim had Doc pay the first time but he insisted on paying the others. It’s been a month since “The Case of the Vanishing Pens.” Doc told Tim that his jokes were as old as Columbo. He was not amused. Tim told her that he’s a classic like Columbo, and she needs to show respect. And honestly, he’s more like Kojak - able to find a parking space anywhere in LA. Doc choked on her shrimp fried rice while sitting in the passenger seat of his car, he patted her back to try and help the piece of shrimp go down, it eventually did. “You’re not bald Rockford. Are you starting to go bald? Is that why you think you’re like Kojack? ” Doc asked, "you going to start rocking three piece suits with a briefcase?” Tim’s face freezes and he squints his eyes.  “I will kick you out of my car and leave you at this restaurant Doc. Don’t joke about a man’s hair.” “You wouldn’t dare, Kojak would never. If you’re going to be mad about it, don’t compare yourself to a famous bald TV detective. Stick with Columbo Rockford.”
Side note: New chapter of “Weddings 101 with Dieter” will be out tomorrow. 🤗 I’m trying out a mood board. I’m getting with the times and all that jazz. 😆 I really do love that this series is equal parts ridiculous and heartfelt. 💕 I usually do several belly laughs while writing each chapter and I hope everyone gets some giggles out of them too. Dieter and Maya (OFC) are sweethearts. I promise @angelofsmalldeath-codeine
I may be working on a small interlude that explains Dieter’s and Oscar’s bad blood. 🩸🥸 Key words: pants, cheese, hair, paint, fingers, thong, numbers.
👀 Try and figure it out my friends. ☺️
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NPT: @pedroshotwifey @morallyinept @for-a-longlongtime @sin-djarin @legendary-pink-dot @trulybetty @javierpena-inatacvest @javierpenaispunk @megamindsecretlair @saturn-rings-writes @boliv-jenta @lady-bess @alltheglitterandtheroar @tinytinymenace @sp00kymulderr @drawingdroid @pamasaur @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @gemmahale @soft-persephone @kewwrites @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @beefrobeefcal @perotovar @chronically-ghosted
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Any person in a relationship with Harry would have to understand that they will deal with some extra things that they wouldn’t with a non-famous person. Especially if he wanted to keep a relationship quiet.
If that means hiding a real S.O. like a dirty little secret and parading around with other celebs, men or women, stunt or otherwise, that could never be me 🤣 I’d honestly have too much self respect for that. Also, there’s tonnes of celebs who are in relationships so why would he even need to hide a real relationship? Makes no sense to me. I’m just hoping that one day he’ll find something solid like Niall or Ed did and stops looking like a fuckboi (I know he isn’t but with the stunt and the Emrata kissing he looked like one). Fr tho I don’t believe any self respecting individual would agree to being kept hidden esp not for long periods of time like the stunt. Another issue would be how much that says about Harry’s respect for a real S.O. So legit I’m with the other anon in saying I don’t believe the rumors of a secret relationship 🤷‍♀️
I’m just saying if you’re dating Harry Styles, it’s gonna be a little different than dating Kyle the accountant. You would have to be comfortable with the attention (and the hate/negativity that comes with it) or be content to stay in the background.
There are a lot of celebrities who choose to keep their relationships private for different reasons. Josh Kiszka from Greta Van Fleet just revealed last week that he’s been in a relationship for 8 years. Jay Z and Beyoncé dated for something like 4 years before they went public.
It’s possible that Harry would want to protect his partner from the negative sm comments/posts. They may not like the constant attention. Not everyone is like Olivia and views everything as a possible photo op, thinking “pay attention to meeeee.”
BTW, I’m not saying this is actively happening or will happen, just considering different scenarios.
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It wasn't tea or anything it was a shipper that went around 3-4 blogs saying the same thing , no proof nothing / Yeah it’s fake and already been exposed. They get their “tea” off Twitter posts 🤣 Also, that one blog Virgocrier is saying you’re delusional if you think it’s pr. please don’t give them anymore attention, that’s exactly why they got linked here! Be smarter, we’re team PR remember 😘
They can say that if they want I don’t think they’re crazy for those views. I think it would be crazy to think they don’t at least use it for PR, because that’s a solid fact. The movie is out, so if he is still with her a year from now I will say that must have been dating and milking it and having the weirdest most toxic relationship I’ve ever had the displeasure of witnessing. I’m not on any team, I’m just making observations as I interpret things.
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Today’s work: 75% on blank Tiana took about as long as Ariel’s thatched and carefully added to bangs over perilous original rooting. Yup. I won’t touch Ariel again for 36h at least so her glue is solid before I roll her bangs and ponytail. For Tiana I’m very tempted to go with rooted eyelashes with teal tips at the outer edge and a nice red-brown blush. Please let me know if you recognize her sculpt and paint, I can’t figure out if she’s supposed to be bigger than 12″/30cm or just has elongated disney face.
I listened to Terry Pratchett’s Sourcery at 1.25-1.50x on youtube for Ariel work. I find his prose a bit much and prone to make my mind wander off while he’s describing stuff but i’m really really trying to get into Discworld because people I care about really love it. I’ve watched the live action adaptations which are lovely for the most part and I’m hoping the BBC radio dramatisations (search for that +fourble for the playlist) will do the trick of getting me into the story without constantly, well, *windows error noise*
4 episodes of Legend of the Seeker for finishing Tiana. Sis was getting rid of some DVD-Rs: “watch it or toss it”, I tossed the Glee with glee 🤣 and decided to give this 7.4/10 stars on IMDB show a watch. 5 minutes of cheesecake and odd accents in, I search if this is a Sam Raimi venture. Oh yeah. It is gloriously bad. Fantastic leatherwork, loads of glowering grunting stunt work, nobody knows how a corset works. The pilot vomited a book’s worth of bad exposition onto the screen with bad cgi and himbo chosen one who comes along because he’s lost everything more than any actual will to serve. He doesn’t get smarter but we do find out he’s nicer. Of course I’m going to watch on background for reroots until I can’t stand the romance plots and cheap twists. Junk food for the soul is exactly what i need right now.👍🏻😆🤘🏻
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magnetocerebro · 1 year
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15 questions, however many people
Tagged by @constantvigilante, and since my son is awake at four this morning, I’ve got time ;)
1. are you named after anyone? Yes! My first name is actually my great-uncle’s, but my mom saw a movie where it was used as a girl’s name, and she fell in love. My middle name is my grandmother’s first name.
2. when was the last time you cried? I literally just finished watching EXU: Calamity on Monday, and that was a solid, solid cry.
3. do you have kids? Yes! I have a little girl and a little boy.
4. do you use sarcasm? I used it way too much when I was a teenager, but I barely use it now that I’m a mom. Being a mom changed a lot of the way I communicate.
5. what’s the first thing you notice about people? I am always very aware of whether people are smiling. Living in the South, I’m used to people being friendly, but sometimes overly so, and eye contact with a big smile means they want to talk to me when I’m busy 🤣
6. what’s your eye color? Green
7. scary movies or happy endings? Listen, I get nightmares just from having accidentally seen a TRAILER from a horror movie.
8. any special talents? Shameless plug time! I write books for a living, and I am super proud of my Scaleshifter series.
9. where were you born? Utah, but we moved before I was old enough to remember living there, so I call Georgia home.
10. what are your hobbies? I love gaming in all its forms: board games, video games… I got to DM a DND game over Christmas and it was so fun!
11. do you have any pets? I’m horrifically afraid of dogs, and my sisters are allergic to cats, so I don’t have pets and probably never will.
12. what sports do you play/have played? I used to be really good at soccer but dropped out once I got to high school and it stopped being fun and started being only about winning.
13. how tall are you? 5′3
14. favorite subject in school? I liked my English classes when they were focused on language and writing (literature was meh… there were some genuinely disturbing assigned readings that made me dread class sometimes), but my real jam was history and government classes. I ended up majoring in political science because I love it so much!
15. dream job? I’m living it! I finally make enough from book royalties that I don’t need to freelance to cover bills (though I do work as a fact checker for the news on an extremely part-time basis). So I get to be in politics, write books, and be a stay-at-home mom. I love it!
Not tagging anyone specifically, but if you see this and wanna do it, go forth!
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universe-club · 1 year
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Triage eps 4-5 notes:
Everything with Professor Sakda and his evil gopher minion makes my blood boil. You are doctors it is your sworn duty to take care of people, your patients rely on you and put their lives in your hands, they are completely at your mercy and to take advantage of that in such a way is horrifying.
Little evil gopher is also really bad at killing a comatose guy. Oh wow, I just cannot believe that Varit had his life saved with MEDICINE given to him by a DOCTOR in this HOSPITAL whose job it is to KEEP HIM ALIVE. Who could have possibly seen this outcome coming.
Can’t believe Tin’s finding time to investigate a medical conspiracy on top of everything else.
Art is a bit silly and intense but no one can say that he isn’t a solid dude. He’s halfway to buzzed and he gets a random phone call from the doctor he only met yesterday, and when he gets asked to make sure Tol doesn’t get drunk he’s just like “I’m on it!” and preforms remarkably well.
Oh nooooooo, Tin’s so much more sad and affected by Tol’s death now on top of feeling responsible for Art being involved. Jinta believes in you, Tin! You WILL get it right!
All of Tin’s friends are so concerned about him not taking care of himself and trying to get him to sleep without knowing he’s doing an endurance challenge assigned to him by the universe.
Some people get nauseous or start seeing spiders when sleep deprived, Tin falls out of the timeline and sees the spirit of his dead not-boyfriend.
Ascended!Tol: Please take care of my heart
Tin, falling in love: Wow, that's so romantic to say 🥰
Ascended!Tol: No, Doctor there is literally something medically wrong with my heart and we really should check on that next loop
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Tin’s timeloop schedule is so fully booked up it’s tiring me out. Would love it if he could take a cycle just to nap and play with Zebra.
Gah, Tin and Varit's scene made me tear up, just taking the moment to sit together and talk so gently to calm Varit down and listening and being there for him. I love Tin so much 💜 (but oh boy not Tin going "I can fix him" about Tol's delinquent behavior 🤣)
This loop’s Tol is just getting fully hit with very capable and pretty doctor swooping in out of nowhere to save his and his friends lives in the most caring and reassuring way, and he is very visibly affected by it.
Every episode it gets funnier just how badly Sing is handling his feelings for Gap. Gap at least is only outwardly denying it and seems to have largely accepted his unfortunate crush. Sing on the other hand both cannot talk to him normally nor can he tolerate Gap talking with anyone else. Toi could barely stay in the room with such a trainwreck.
Okay but what about Seunam? This shopping date is very cute but you can’t just show the little kitty getting brutalized in the previous loop and then ignore it in this one without giving me a reason it didn’t happen again!
Evil Gopher back at it again with making me hate his guts extorting and blackmailing Mai with her mother’s treatment. And yeesh, Mai’s dealing with a lot.
Hey, it’s the magic love clock tower! Was wondering when this beauty would show up.
yeah 😭😭😭 this show has some Real dark turns and unfortunately we can’t say things like that don’t happen in real life because they do 😭😭😭
right? WILD lmao
TIN IS A SUPERHERO!!!!!
art is a good friend!!!!
oh love, get ready for tol’s death affecting tin because it happens a lot 😭😭😭😭 but yeah, jinta believes in him and so do we!!!
TIN HAS THE BEST OF FRIENDS!!! and maybe that’s where his superpowers come from aldkskkdsk
ohhhhh keep that scene of tol appearing to tin in ep 4 on your mind!!! *wink wink*
LMAOOOO yeah, ghost tol was Very serious but tin is already falling aldkskkdskkdks
nobody can convince me that tin didn’t hit the fuck it in certain loops and just went hang out with his cat and watch some movies akdjskdk IT’S TOO STRESSFUL
tin is such a good guy. he can fix tol, trust me 🤣🤣🤣
tol’s not god’s strongest soldier as he believes to be. pretty doctors WILL affect him 🤣🤣🤣
SINGGAP MY BELOVEDS ALDKAKDKSKDK sing is incredibly funny like. bestie tries to hide how whipped he is but WE SEE YOU
lmaooo true but don’t worry. the kitten will be okay!!!!
yeah 😭😭😭😭 poor mai!!! girl goes through so much!!
THE MAGIC LOVE CLOCK TOWER aldkskdkskdk yes, it is very important and very precious to us ❤️💙
happy watching!!! 🥰🥰🥰
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