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houkagokappa · 2 months

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More Yuri, More Manga

It's been a year since I embarked on my journey to read more yuri manga and it's time for a second update!

After all the yuri manga I read for my previous post, I set my eyes on josei and came to the conclusion that josei that either focuses on wlw or contains wlw relationships, is the best kind of manga there is. I read a lot of josei, and as for works that were also yuri, I read Love My Life, Indigo Blue and Free Soul by Yamaji Ebine, based on a recommendation from @theurbanfuturesoftherecentpast (thank you!!!). Yamaji Ebine has a neat minimalist style and she writes messy complex characters. All her manga had a realistic feel to them, which I enjoyed.

I explored other queer works and stumbled upon Yuri to Koe to Kaze Matoi by Renjouji Mei, which is a yuri manga focused on two asexual women and their relationship. Once again, I found the characters highly relatable and realistic. It's nice to see some asexual representation, but at the same time, I wouldn't have minded more development between them, although that might be on me and the expectations I have when I pick up a new yuri title, that unfortunately didn't fit this manga or topic. Both characters were ace, but the protagonist felt romantic attraction whereas her crush didn't. While they got a happy ending, I didn't feel fully satisfied, and would've liked if the manga had explored the partially unresolved feelings more, mostly due to personal reasons, even if the conclusion would've been the same (which it probably would've).

Back to some high school yuri, I finished Omoi no Kakera by Takemiya Jin, which I actually started reading early last year. It's another manga that's relatable to me, as it portrays characters with different sexualities, who befriend each other due to the shared experience of being young, closeted queer people. We got wlw/mlm solidarity, and characters who are more secure with their sexualities looking over those who are still trying to figure theirs out. The interactions and communities reminded me of the queer youth group I used to be part of :') In addition to that, I liked the portrayal of different kinds of attraction, and how the focus was on the life of a queer person, rather than a specific romance they experienced, since there's indeed more to being queer than some singular love story. Out of all the manga on this list, this is one of my top recommendations, and at some point I should check out Takemiya's other works. She's out as a lesbian, and you can tell she writes based on lived queer experiences.

One day when I didn't have anything else to read, I picked up Luminous=Blue by Iwami Kyoko (same author as Kyou wa Kanojo ga Inai kara). It had the same beautiful artstyle as Kyou wa Kanojo ga Inai kara, was slightly less toxic, but equally messy when it came to the relationships. Luminous=Blue is about a transfer student who loves photography. She starts taking photos of her two new classmates, who unbeknownst to her used to go out with each other, and still harbour some lingering feelings towards each other. I was a fan of the different relationship dynamics and happy with the direction the manga and the relationships took, although the last pages included a twist which felt a little out of place. It's a shame, because if it had been given more time, it could've been a very interesting and welcome development, and I'm curious if Kyou wa Kanojo ga Inai kara will go in a similar direction, since it has the prerequisites for it.

I also read Toumei na Usui Mizuiro ni by the same author, which had an interesting premise of a girl with a crush on her female childhood friend, who was dating their other, male childhood friend. Normally I like this kind of setting with love triangles that include both straight and queer relationships, but since this was only 3 chapters long, the characters and their dynamics weren't established enough for the story to feel as cohesive and satisfying as it could've. At least the art was gorgeous once again, and I enjoyed the messy relationships. The volume contained two one shots as well, which I think were kinda fun, but I cannot remember that well anymore.

Next up, I read Moonlight Flowers by Tsukumo Mutsumi, based on a personal recommendation from someone who has since escaped tumblr. It's one of the older yuri works there are, as it was written in 1989. It's only one volume long and contains two stories about women who are pressured to marry men, and end up in miserable marriages, until they decide to leave their husbands to be with the women they love. It has a strong feminist message and I've seen a lot of people praise it online, but I wasn't too fond of it. I couldn't quite connect with the characters, and because of that, I didn't particularly enjoy reading about women lacking rights, or homosexuality not being socially accepted. However, I can see how others might be able to feel inspired or empowered reading about characters who overcome the obstacles in their way. It was also quite dramatic, but I will always be in favour of that (even when it's ridiculous, like it was here).

I continued with Sakura no Sono by Yoshida Akimi, which was another recommendation from the same person. It's another old manga, first published in 1985, about the romances of four girls in a drama club of an all girls high school. I found Yoshida's style charming, but it's not among my personal favourites. Some characters looked quite similar and were hard to distinguish. It was disappointing to realise that only one chapter focused on a girl crushing on another girl, while the other romances and the majority of the manga were about straight characters/relationships. If I would've known that from the start, I could've adjusted my expectations accordingly, which is a shame, because now I'm mostly disappointed by the lack of yuri, and it's harder for me to appreciate the work as a whole. It was decent, but quite forgettable.

Then I completed Watashi no Muchi na Watashi no Michi by Momono Moto (same author as Yuunagi Marbled and Kimi Koi Limit from my previous post). I first started reading it 5 years ago, but didn't finish it due to the scanlation taking its sweet time. Now I read it from start to finish. It's about a woman in her early 20's, who's spent all her life pleasing others, and is on the path to marry a male childhood friend of hers, simply out of duty to him and her mom, before her female coworker steps in and swoops her away. The manga takes a weird turn after that, as it turns out the coworker might've had some ulterior motives getting close to our protagonist, but it's interesting, until a somewhat abrupt ending. It was nice to read about a young adult who never cared for romance until she fell in love with her coworker, and for once I didn't even mind the plot point where she was about to marry a man, since it made sense for them and he wasn't overly vilified for how he reacted to her rejection or the reveal of her relationship with another woman (not that it was great either). The art was nice and I liked all the characters. It wasn't anything groundbreaking, but it was a fun read.

Another recommendation from @theurbanfuturesoftherecentpast was Maka-Maka by Kishi Torajiro, an adult manga about the close relationship between two best friends, Jun and Nene. The manga is two volumes long with short chapters in full colour, which required some adjustment from me as I'm usually only reading manga in black and white. It didn't feel like any other yuri I've read, in a good way! My absolute favourite part was how comfortable Jun and Nene were with each other, with a strong mental connection, and frequent, casual sexual encounters. Their relationship felt real and I loved how they kept smiling throughout the sex scenes, which made for an interesting combination of wholesome and horny. I highly recommend this manga, as I'm still thinking about it months later...

Next up, I read Watashi no Sekai wo Kousei suru Chiri no You na Nani ka. by Amano Shuninta. It's about seven university students and their ever changing relationships. Once again, the protagonist was a whole mood as she complained about all her friends having boyfriends which she hated, having a very relatable crush on one of said friends, before getting to live the fantasy of ending up with her. I looooved the inclusion of a toxic lesbian (and her toxic lesbian clique) who would sleep around and toy with others, letting lesbians be flawed people too, but also having wholesome and genuinely good people in the cast, as a counterbalance and showcase of the whole spectrum of different people with different views on love and sex (especially fitting for the university age/setting). There were happy times, but also angst and heartbreak, and bittersweet love, between women who truly cared for each other, but weren't suitable for each other as they had different needs when it came to their relationship and sex life. At first it was a little challenging to keep track of seven different characters, but by the end of it I really enjoyed the various relationship dynamics and the somewhat unlikely friendships that formed between them.

I also read Sweet Guilty Love Bites by Amano Shuninta, which consisted of three short stories about four cabaret girls. The first story was about one of the cabaret girls taking in a random woman she came across, which I didn't care for that much. The second story was about a single mother who unknown to her, hooked up with her child's kindergarten teacher. First she freaked out, thinking she'd be judged for her profession, but the kindergarten teacher was chill and only looking to date her. It was very sweet to see them take care of the child together. I also loved the third story about two cabaret girls who were best friends and roommates, with one of them being very vocal about her love towards women and other cabaret girls, which is a trait I always appreciate. Seeing her pining for her friend/roommate/coworker was great, and precisely the kind of stuff I love! Amano has a lot more in her library and after enjoying these two manga, I think the rest are worth checking out as well. I especially like how her characters are allowed to be horny, but there’s more to her manga than just sex.

Then I picked up Kimi to Shiranai Natsu ni Naru by Keyyan, thanks to the premise which sounded relatable. It’s about two women who are at the end of their university studies and looking for work in Tokyo, facing rejection after rejection. They’ve had enough of it and decide to run away from all the expectations and responsibilities to a small island. First of all, what a mood. Second, I really liked the art, especially the character expressions, and how well their excitement was conveyed. The island setting was also A+, and I loved the portrayal of young adults who were in an established relationship, with no uncertainty or drama about the same-sex relationship itself. They were devoted to each other, and the reason both of them wanted to work hard, so they could provide for one another. Besides that, my feelings towards this manga went back and forth quite a lot. First I enjoyed the escapism, but then I had to take a break because it became too idealised with conveniences you can't count on in real life. Once I picked it back up again, I realised that the story actually does stick to reality, when the characters start to worry about money and finding permanent work on the island. While I was happy with that development, it backfired as I was reading this while I was away from home myself, and anxious about my own future in regards to my education and employment, so reading about their struggles felt a bit too real and stressful. Unfortunately, it seems like the series got axed, because the ending was sudden and can be interpreted in two opposing ways, one depressing, one hopeful, and neither fits the story I can only assume the series wanted to tell. It's still a manga worth reading, but maybe in the right mindset.

Although I try to stay away from ongoing works, Dore ga Koi ka ga Wakaranai by Oku Tamamushi seemed fun, so I couldn't help but check it out. It’s about a girl who is unable to confess to her high school crush of 3 years, and starts university determined to find a girlfriend. And oh boy does she find potential girlfriends! She instantly meets and falls for five different women, who also become enamoured with her. What follows is a bunch of flirting, some deliberate, some accidental. The catch is, she doesn't know which one to pursue seriously. The tone is lighthearted and comedic, and the series is best described by the tagline to one of the chapters as "an endless conveyor belt of yuri encounters". I like all the girls, the girls and their embarrassed or flustered expressions are very cute, and instead of the setting falling apart with five people never confessing or trying to seriously pursue the main girl, some do, while others have believable reasons to hold back. The pace is quick enough for any interruptions or miscommunications to not feel aggravating, with several encounters each chapter. I'm curious to see how the manga will continue and potentially end, with some ships seeming more likely than others, since there has been some actual development! I'll also throw it out there, that this manga is a good example of why dark haired girl/light haired girl is an established pairing, since the main pursuer at the moment has light hair and bangs like the protagonist, and it can be a little difficult to tell them apart from some panels or angles.

Another ongoing work I began reading because it ticked the right boxes for me was Sukeban to Tenkousei by Fujichika. As the name suggests, it’s about the somewhat unlikely relationship between a delinquent girl and a sweet transfer student. The manga is set in the Showa era in the 80s and has very charming art. I thought it would be pretty lighthearted and fun, opposites attract type of story, but then one of the characters saw how romantic love was defined as feelings towards the opposite sex, heartbroken by the fact there wasn't a name for her feelings, and I was in tears thinking of anyone who's ever felt that pain. Otherwise, it's mostly a comedy and a fun, easy read, with not that many chapters out yet.

Finally, reaching the anniversary of my year long yuri journey, I finished reading the manga adaptation of Murasakiiro no Qualia, by Ueo Hisamitsu and Tsunashima Shirou. It's a sci-fi series with psychological and mystery elements, about Yukari, a girl with purple eyes who sees humans as robots, and Gaku, the protagonist who befriends her. There are a lot of twists and turns to the story, and it gets gory and dark, as Yukari uses her abilities to help the police solve murder cases and later gets involved with a secret organisation. It's also very philosophical and a bit difficult/slow to read at times, when characters get surprisingly deep into quantum mechanics. I liked the narration a lot, because there's a lot of repetition and Gaku, who's telling the story, jumps back and forth on the timeline, giving the reader more context and insights each time. I was also a huge fan of the character development she went through, starting to exhibit truly unhinged behavior to a level that's hard to find elsewhere, but also oddly reminiscent of Madoka Magica? The ending was satisfying, and it was cool to see it circle back to the beginning. I didn't know anything about this manga beforehand and after a curious start, it kept getting better and better. I originally found out about it in the tags of a tumblr post complaining about variety in yuri, so this is me giving back to the community and passing on the recommendation.

...That was a lot more yuri to add to the library, and there are still so many different works I look forward to reading! I don't know if I'll continue documenting my journey, as I'm probably going to slow down on the yuri a bit, but who knows if the bug bites me again and I won't read anything else for months on end! Again, thank you for reading through all this, I hope you're inspired to read some yuri yourself, and if you have any recommendations I'm always happy to hear them!

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ur-friendly-nbhd-cardassian · 2 months

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Hello there!

a little "about me" post

I'm a very long-winded person and when I like doing something, I like doing A LOT of it. I recently moved to Tumblr full-time after being stuck with 200-symbol posts on Twitter (ugh), so I'm using the full power of this blogging platform. I'm concerned about the AI, so it's all switched off on all my blogs. I hope Tumblr will wise up and survive, because I love it here so far 💛

I have a lot of fandoms, I like pretty art, I write and muse about stuff - it's all a huge mess if I put it one place. So that's why I decided to split my obsessions into several neat piles, so people could have an easier time decining whether to follow, ignore or block my stuff according to their preferences.

Here are my blogs which you're free to explore and follow as you like:

» ur-friendly-nbhd-cardassian

The main blog where I shout into nothingness. But where I also post lots of Star Trek, mainly about Cardassians (bc I love them). I do not do Garashir, tho, look for that particular bit elsewhere (not bc I don't ship them, but bc I'm severely overfed to the point of having an allergic rection). My focus Cardassian is Damar, followed by Dukat. I'm super open to reblogging your OCs, though. My other favorite fandoms you might come across on this blog (which I don't post enough about to make a separate blog): Mass Effect, Discworld, Tolkien, Detroit: Become Human, Apex Legends, Marvel/DC, Hunger Games. I also ramble, post about writing in general, reblog some fitting memes and pets/animals, share my own photography, reblog art etc.

» pixie-in-a-moonlantern

The initiated already know: Baldur's Gate 3 brainrot blog. I post my OC screenshots, maybe some stories, perhaps one day I will even finish a fic (started one, didn't finish). My all-time favorites are: Halsin, Gale, Rolan, Emperor. I do not have any VP tools, so my screens are only lightly edited to be prettier, and that's it. I do not draw or paint (tho I so want to). It's mainly reblogs and discussions so far, with my screenshots sprinkled in between.

» shaved-wampa

Diehard fans surely got the joke: Star Wars brainrot, and that goes for every conceivable piece of the fandom, even the bits you might not agree with - I don't discriminate. My all-time favorites are: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Bode Akuna. Yes, just the two, because I also have a huge pile of characters I love, but don't really focus on: Padmé, Ahsoka, Ventress, Plo Koon, Kit Fisto, Din Djarin, lil Grogu, Cody, infinite number of other Clones, ... soooo many. My top two are just the guys I actually write about. Bode is getting his fic right now, Obi-Wan's is on hold.

» cyber-vianne-77

As the name suggests, this is my Cyberpunk 2077 blog. I used to do a lot of virtual photography in that one - and yes, this time I mean real VP, though still no paid tools, just vanilla and free mods. I love Goro Takemura and ship my fem V with him heavily - wrote a dope fanfiction about them, too. I reblog other cp77 vp (especially of Goro) and fanart. I don't currently play the game or shoot photos, but I have a large collection I plan to drizzle over the next few months, until I maybe decide to go back to cp77 for a while again and finally play Phantom Liberty that's been waiting for me for a long time now xD.

» goodness-all-around

My "assorted dopeness" reblogs. I love pretty pictures and I love supporting artists in my own small way, so it'll be reblogs of general beautiful things I can't stuff into my other blogs, and reblogs of commission offers. Perhaps even some theory and discussion if I happen to like any.

I will update the list if I happen to change things or add/remove blogs. Thanks for your attention and see you in the activity notifs! 💛

Bits of trivia: I'm Czech, cis woman (bi & poly and, frankly, hyper), 32, in a relationship, mom to a 5yo boy, a writer struggling to finish and publish her first original novel, drowning her sorrows in fanfic instead :). I got to most of my fandoms quite late in life, because where I live this info only started to properly flow in with the coming of the internet. I'm usually a casual fan, though when I hit a gold vein I can get a bit obsessed. I love writing fanfiction, which is mostly why I'm here on this site. I self-insert a lot (therapy writing) and usually ship us, with the rare occasion of finding a couple where I can identify with one of them (or mold them to my image because I like or even fancy them). I've spent my life believing I was hetero and discovered I'm not only once I (finally) was in a hetero relationship and had a kid, so... my ships are also hetero. It's a habit, not hating, I don't discredit any gay ships (maybe quietly to myself when they don't make any sense to me character-wise, lol). My AO3 account: XindiChick I usually try to write even the most niche of my ships in a way that doesn't require much knowledge of the original, so you're welcome to browse and read to your heart's content if you happen to like my style. I welcome any interactions, especially comments, because I don't get many.

I think it's something everyone should always be aware of, but I've also seen many people ignoring this unsaid rule:

HATERS NEED NOT INTERACT

- lest they get blocked. I'm not here to argue with you about why I like certain characters and why you think I shouldn't. Go simp for your own top picks on your own blogs and leave me alone. Same goes for any of my personal trivia I shared.

Also:

DISCLAIMER: My blogs are a safe space for everyone who doesn't go around hating on everyone else. I will block assholes of every shape, color, faith, gender, orientation etc. indiscriminantly, just as I will happily interact with good people of any kind. Idc what your deal is, I just wanna enjoy being on this platform, so if you plan to rain on it, don't expect me to indulge you.

Icons by: @rpschtuff

By the way, a fun fact known only to people aware of my main fanfic novel, The Casualty, the Cardassian in my username was actually born Bajoran, but raised Cardassian, which is why she's a Cardassian in heart and spirit. She's your friendly reminder that not all Cardies are the same and as a nation have the capacity to be much better than how they were presented in the DS9, which is what she's trying to achieve.

#ur-friendly-nbhd-cardassian blog masterlist

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celestial-grls · 2 years

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Paper Purposes / Robin Buckley x Reader

Summary: You’re the managing editor of the school newspaper. Robin joins as a fill-in photographer for the newspaper. As a result, there are a lot of bad jokes, a newfound fear of darkrooms, the possibility of some fairy photography, and cheesy fries. [6.0k]

Warnings: School newspaper editor!reader, photographer!Robin, a slow burn from strangers to acquaintances to friends to lovers (eventually? Maybe in the future?), r and robin are both a little shy but show it in different ways, fluff, mutual pining, etc. Also a tiny bit is written in Robin’s POV

A/N: I hope you guys like this! I also turned on anons now, so feel free to send me any requests, your thoughts etc. There’s a 'That 70s Show' reference in here, PLEASE let me know if you catch it

Nancy Wheeler runs the Hawkins High school newspaper with an iron fist. Some of the sophomores who she assigns to write puff pieces call her ‘Queen Stalin’ when she isn’t around to hear them. The school paper only gets one room in the entire school to do all of the typing, printing, arranging of the spread, and holding meetings. You’ve known Nancy since last summer when you met at an internship for The Hawkins Post. You two quickly became friends over the ancient Mr. Coffee machine and sweated in your only pair of stockings while doing sandwich runs together. Once she had a lead for the Mrs. Driscoll story, she needed someone to cover for her to lessen any suspicion. The rest is history.

It’s the first of the month, so everyone waits for her to delegate assignments for the next issue. They’re all sitting at the long table with Nancy at the head, you in the seat next to her. She starts, “Okay. We have a big month ahead and a lot to cover. Y/N, you’ll cover the student council elections and the upcoming pep rally.” She looks down at her notebook and lists off who’s covering what. You start writing the dates of your assigned topics when the door opens and someone shoves through.

“...Hi. Sorry,” Robin Buckley apologetically moves through and searches for somewhere to sit.

“It’s fine, Robin. Just going through this month’s assignments.” Nancy’s a little ruffled but after Robin finds a seat she picks up where she left off. You know Robin. Well, ‘know’ is generous. You’re aware she’s in your grade and in band and that somehow she and Nancy know each other, but she’s never been a part of the paper. She’s doing her best to quietly take out something to write with, but it’s pointless because Nancy hasn’t assigned her anything yet.

“Alright, that leaves the cover story for me and…uh Robin, just stay for a minute with me and Y/N. That’s it for today’s meeting.” There’s the sound of papers shuffling, backpacks being picked up, and some sophomores huffing about their assignments until the room is cleared. You look at Robin and wonder what she’s doing here if Nancy hasn’t assigned her anything to write.

“Any updates on Fred?” You ask Nancy. He hasn’t been able to pick up anything heavier than a fork after breaking his arm photographing a football game. It’s safe to say he will no longer cover the sports section.

“Um, he’ll be gone for a little while,” Nancy sighs, “But the doctors say once the bone is set he’ll be back in about a month.”

“Yikes,” Robin grimaces.

“Yeah. Yikes,” Nancy looks between you and Robin, “Robin’s filling in for Fred until then. I don’t have as much time as I wish I did to introduce her to everything so she’ll be with you while you write.”

“As my writing partner?” You ask for clarification, looking at Robin and examining her face for any displeasure with being paired with you. She’s biting the inside of her cheek and tugging on her jacket sleeve. Maybe she’s nervous, but hopefully not upset about being paired with you.

“As a photographer. You’re the only other person with access to the darkroom and I’m swamped with college apps…” Nancy glances at her watch “Speaking of which, I have to take Mike home and start on my Emerson application but I’ll check in with you guys in a week.” That leaves just you and Robin. The room feels so much bigger without anyone in there, and you get to really look at Robin. She’s tall, taller than most of the girls in your grade. She’s also un-permed and un-hairsprayed, with dark blonde hair that comes to her chin. Even if she did make more of an effort to look like the other girls, it would fail. She sticks out a little regardless. When she clears her throat, it snaps you out of your assessment of her.

“So…I-I’m not sure how this works. I was sort of expecting a very detailed instruction manual written by Nancy herself,” She quickly realizes it might’ve come off like she didn’t want to work with you so she backtracks, “Not that I’m upset or, um annoyed or anything. With working with you, I mean. Sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

There’s this look on her face like she can’t get enough air in her lungs and you know she didn’t mean anything by it so you stop her before she talks herself into a deeper hole, “Robin, it’s okay. I know what you meant.” She still doesn’t look convinced. “Nancy actually made sure I wrote the instruction manual on my arm so you could read off of it. We’re trying to use less paper.” Maybe if I tell a joke she’ll be able to take a full breath. Even if it isn’t a funny one.

Something loosens in her face, a tiny deflating in her shoulders. She even breathes out a laugh. “Even the best journalists have to cut costs somehow.” She actually replied to your joke with her own, a small victory. You rip a piece of paper from your notebook and write ‘Room 122. Wear sneakers’ and hand it to her. “That’s the darkroom number. The camera’ll be in there and anything else we might need…”

She takes it from you. Your fingertips brush hers for half a second, hardly noticeable if you weren't so hyperaware of everything right now. “Wear sneakers?” She questions.

“We’ll be doing a lot of walking.” You answer. “We can get started tomorrow after school. If that’s fine with you, of course.”

“Uh, yeah,” She bites the inside of her cheek again, “I’ll see you then.”

Robin's POV

The uncertainty doesn’t even let her bike all the way home before it creeps in. Did I have to do the paper? Should I have just joined chess club? The questions bounce around her brain like a broken pinball machine. God, what if I break my arm taking pictures like Fred did? Or worse, take photos and not realize my thumb was taking up half the frame? It’s junior year and may be too late for trying anything new. But the fast-approaching future of life outside of Hawkins is demanding and if she had something other than three years of marching band and one summer job scooping ice cream under her belt, she’d feel better about her college applications. Except that the thought of spending the next month on the school paper (which she knew next to nothing about), seems to be having the opposite effect. Even when she flops down on her bed, face buried as far into the pillow as she can get, that feeling she got in the newsroom comes back. Like she can’t get enough air into her lungs. She’s trying to distract herself from the feeling that she’s in over her head. She thinks back to the joke you made earlier ‘We’re trying to use less paper.’ Robin did know you. Well, ‘know’ would be generous. She knew you were in the same grade, that you’ve always written for the school paper, and that you know Nancy from the summer internship you both did. But she’s only spent five minutes alone with you. There’s a whole month left before anything goes to print. From what she can tell, there’s an obvious reason why you’re Nancy’s second in command. Where Nancy is detail-oriented and hands-on, you seem more laissez-faire in your approach. Where Nancy is more focused to the point of tunnel vision, you seem more scatterbrained. The little piece of paper you handed her is shoved between a used copy of Making Movies by Sidney Lumet. She pulls it out to examine your handwriting. Room 122. Wear sneakers. Your handwriting is loopy and girlish, but the note is audacious. It’s a request, one you expect to be followed. If she reads between the lines the note would say ‘Meet me. Wear sneakers. Don’t be late’. Robin sticks it back into the book, carefully this time, and retreats further into her pillow. It could be worse. I could have to do it alone. The promise of your company isn’t completely reassuring, though. You’re still a trusted editor, one that could judge her and nitpick and get annoyed if Robin doesn’t get things right away. You’re still someone Robin hardly knows. But the thought of you being mean to her stirs a bit of cognitive dissonance. Y/N is probably nice. She joked with me. Why would she do that if she thought I was totally incompetent? She decides that it doesn’t even seem in your nature to be cruel to someone you hardly know, but there’s an aloofness that’s still impenetrable about you that tells Robin to proceed with caution. An ease about you that probably comes from years on the paper. Undoubtedly, it’s just as much your domain as it is Nancy’s. The self-doubt cycles back, signaling she’s broken the pinball machine in her brain again and now it dings incessantly. I just have to get through tomorrow. Meet Y/N. Wear sneakers. Don’t be late.

Entering the darkroom feels like stepping into an eerie, evil cabin in the woods. It’s something out of a horror movie, glowing red and otherwise dark. The smell is pungent and distinctly metallic, so chemically that it feels dangerous to spend more than five minutes in it. There are long metal tables with plastic bins filled with a clear solution. What looks like wet photographs hang from clothespins strung up on the ceiling. Robin’s early. She’s shifting from foot to foot waiting for your arrival and too scared to walk around the room and do any exploring. She’s tugging at her jacket sleeve and adjusting her hair in the reflection of something clear and reflective to her right. She’s nervous enough to only hear the squeaking of her shoes, the fast thump of her heart. Something touches her shoulder and she’s so startled that she yelps.

“Shit, sorry! I’m sorry! I thought you heard me come in.” It’s only Y/N.

“No, it’s okay! I should’ve been paying attention,” Robin sounds nervous and the same thought you had in the newsroom comes back. Make her laugh. Even if it’s not a good joke.

“Does this place give you the creeps?” There’s a concerned lilt in your voice while you’re asking her.

Robin nods, “It looks like an evil lair.”

You deadpan, “I come here to drain the souls of sophomore editors.” Thankfully, she laughs at that. You move past Robin to reach for the camera bag. It’s big and bulky with a Hawkins tiger patch on it.

“That explains why it smells like gas. Are we going to start liquifying if we stand here too long?” Even if Robin’s joking she’s still nervous. She eyes you pulling out a camera and 3 rolls of film and then putting them all back into the bag neatly.

You turn to her, looking at her even if it’s hard to discern the details of her features under the red light. “We’re safe. I spend hours here at a time. Fred used to spend more.” Both of you seem to remember that Fred’s in the hospital at the same time, so you quickly follow up “But he’s y’know, not liquefied. He’s a lot safer in here than anywhere near the football field.” The bag is all packed, you sling it over your shoulder and step towards the door. “Follow me.”

There are a million questions going through Robin’s mind right now, but her mouth is a little dry so she won’t ask any of them. It also doesn’t help that she’s a tiny bit intimidated by you. Not because you seem mean or cruel, but because it just looks like you know what you’re doing. There’s a self-assurance about you that not many people Robin knows possess. Maybe she just thinks that because she doesn’t know you much yet. It’s not like you’re cold to her, but she can’t shake this need to make you like her. Okay, maybe ‘like’ is farfetched. She’s decidedly shooting for you to find her tolerable. It’s not like Robin to be so quiet around people. She’s usually talkative, bordering verbose, and a little sarcastic in a way she hopes people find charming. She can talk a million words a minute when she’s around Steve. She has no issue rolling her eyes and loudly firing back at some idiot in band who’s using his clarinet as a pretend dick. This entire time she’s so focused on sifting through why she wants you to not hate her, she didn’t realize where you were taking her. She didn’t even think to question it. It’s only a ten-minute walk from the school’s east exit but it may as well have been Jupiter. It’s a big wooded area with patches of wild mint growing and a loud hum of insects. It’s how secluded it is that worries Robin. The question leaps out of her mouth before her brain even registers what she’s saying.

“Are you going to murder me, Y/N?” If she didn’t sound so squirrely she could’ve played it off as a joke.

You look a little surprised, mouth forming a little oh shape. But then you decide to poke fun at her. “With what? A roll of film?” To be fair, you did lead her to a wooded area with no signs indicating people have inhabited this space. It’s a trail you know that’s only about 2 miles long. There are thick maple trees and several rings of mushrooms scattered around the forest floor. Robin is taking it all in. You couldn’t see much of her in the darkroom, but now in plain daylight, you could observe. The jacket sleeve she tugs on every now and then has a blue patch with yellow writing that says ‘handle with care’. You’re…interested. Something in you twitches because you realize that her jacket is telling you more about her than she is.

“What is this place?” Robin questions.

“It’s a fairy trail,” You put your hands on your hips, “Or, I call it that. It’s really just a normal trail but, you see those rings of mushrooms? Those are called fairy rings.”

“Okay. I guess…it sounds like the last place you’d murder anyone. 'Murder in fairy trail' would make for a weird headline”

Robin wears all of her questions on her face. It’s like reading a billboard. You try to fill in as many gaps as you can. “This is praxis. Umm…your first lesson for the newspaper,” Robin looks like she’s starting to get it. “Since you’re taking pictures you need to know all the things that go into taking a picture. I know it sounds sort of obvious but there’s a surprising amount of things to think about when you take a picture. The subject, the light, the color, the composition. And I know it’s the school paper so who cares what the pictures look like but still, I think it’s worth trying to get right.” She’s taking in what you’re telling her. Then you realize you never answered the biggest question practically bulging out of her forehead right now. “Oh! Sorry, I forgot. The trail is so we can capture subjects that don’t move. Y’know, before we get to any game-winning action shots or…I don’t know, moody portraits of whoever doesn’t win the student council election. I promise it’s not so I can murder you.” Robin relaxes a little bit, glances up at the way the sunlight is coming through the gaps in the leaves, and settles into how pretty of a place this is for Hawkins. Like she didn’t really think Hawkins could look like this.

“It’s so pretty here. But how the hell did you find it?”

“In the summer, when my grandparents would come to visit they would take me ‘fairy hunting’. According to all of the stories fairies like hanging out where it’s lush and there’s lots of plants.”

“I’d say this fits the criteria. Have you ever seen one?” Robin’s still taking it all in. She seems more comfortable around you now that she's not in the darkroom.

“I thought I did once. It was too quick, though and the wings could’ve been a big dragonfly. But my grandma sort of believes all the Pagan stuff about them being wise and spiritual beings and that when you come across them, it’s because you’re meant to.”

“Oh my god, my mom too! Well, my mom and dad. They’re more like domesticated hippies though. My mom is always shoving a crystal in my face whenever I get a headache or have like a big test to study for.”

“Do you believe in any of it?” You ask her, only because her being a reformed hippie didn’t really make sense with your perception of her until she said it. All of the things Robin reveals molds the perception until it matches with the person in front of you, who’s kicking a pinecone with the toe of her converse.

“I guess I don’t have any reason not to,” Robin shrugs, “I don’t know if I’d believe in fairies unless I saw one, though.”

“You didn’t believe in the tooth fairy?”

“My parents never told me about the tooth fairy, actually. Whenever I lost a tooth, I’d give it to them and they’d put it in this hollowed out coconut they brought home from their honeymoon in Florida.” Her face is breaking out in a grin because she’s never really revealed the inherent silliness of her parents. No one her age has ever asked her this much about herself. It's a little disorienting.

You’re grinning yourself because the thought of all of Robin’s baby teeth being kept safe in a coconut is so precious, you almost forget the purpose of your trip to the trail. “If only we had some coconuts or baby teeth here to take pictures of. It’d be much more interesting subject.” You pipe up to add, “I also brought you here for another reason. We need to get to know each other.” Shit, that probably sounds weird. Your hands itch for something to do so you take out the camera and load a roll of film into it before continuing. “Uh, everything with the paper works better when you know each other better. I mean, like it shows in the paper. We rely on each other, kind of. We also have a whole month together. So I don’t want you to feel lorded over by me or anything.”

It feels so weird that Robin isn’t the one rambling. This is the most she’s heard you say at once. The confident austere she’s come to associate you with slips a little. She feels better knowing it isn’t just her who’s nervous. “So do we…start now?”

“Yeah, uh,” You hand her the camera and notice her hands. There are some silver rings on a few of her fingers and dark red nail polish on all of them, “we can start now.”

You both walk the entire trail, it takes you each a slow hour. The first walk-through is mostly filled with commentary about your surroundings. You point out more fairy rings, the beginnings of some ivy growing on a tree, and the exoskeleton of a dead dragonfly. Robin dutifully takes photos of each thing you point out. Eventually, you stop pointing anything out, hoping she’ll trust her own ability to capture something. Robin holds the camera up to her eye, squints the other, and takes a picture of a little carving on a tree of a heart with some indiscernible initials. You’re both stil talking, but it’s never forced. There’s enough gaps in conversation for you each to enjoy the sounds of little chipmunks chasing each other and the distant rush of a creek on the far side of the trail. Robin tells you more about her parents, Melissa and Keith. The image of them starts to form, mixes with what you know about Robin. You wonder idly who she gets her voice from. It doesn’t sound anything like how someone your age would sound. She rasps like someone who’s been singing on stage for 30 years and had too much fun to bother about the health of their vocal chords. You sprinkle in a tip or two about taking pictures, everything you know was taught to you by Fred. His absence meant you had to shoulder writing articles and taking some pictures for a bit. A wash of gratefulness falls over you, At least now Robin can take the pictures. On the walk back Robin steps forward, leaves crunching under her converse, and holds the camera up to her eye again to take another photo. There’s the sound of an empty click.

“Think this roll is finished,” Robin tells you.

“We’ve taken enough for today. It’s gonna get dark soon, we can start heading back.” You adjust the camera bag over your shoulder and Robin hands you the camera to put back inside.

Robin’s lip curls into a half smile, “No little pixies photographed today.”

“Says who? We won’t know until we get it developed.” You reply like it’s obvious. “I’m starving. What about you?”

“Definitely hungry. The sneakers were a good call.”

“Okay,” You wrap the jacket you’re wearing around you a little tighter, the chill in the air starting to blow in. “let’s eat.”

It takes more effort than either of you want to expend to fit Robin’s bike in the trunk of your car. Your boxy beige Ford has seen better days but a run-down used car is exponentially better than no car. You climb into the driver’s seat while Robin fastens her seatbelt. You make quick work of turning the heater on. After a beat, you ask, “Could you open the glove compartment for me? My tapes are all in there.” It’s so stuffed with tapes that about four fall out onto the floor beneath Robin’s feet. Most of them are regular cassettes, but some look to be made by you with their own special names written in your loopy handwriting.

“Jesus, have you recently robbed a record store?” Robin’s joking as she looks through the ones that fell.

“I like having options,” You shrug and point to the tape in the very corner “Oh! Put that one in.”

Robin’s sliding the tape in and you both hear the big, energetic drums kick in. She shyly admits, “I haven’t listened to this album yet.”

“What!?” You’re giving Robin a face that says it’s impossible to have not listened to Blondie’s Eat to the Beat album. There’s just no way Robin hasn’t heard it. You start, “Take the tape home, then. I don’t want it back until you’ve listened to it once all the way through. Consider it homework.”

Robin doesn’t protest. “I have listened to Parallel Lines, though. Pretty Baby is one of my favorite songs of all time.”

“That’s because you haven’t heard the best four minutes of music in Blondie’s entire discography, yet. ‘Shayla’ is such a good song, I almost named my cat after it.”

“Well, why didn’t you?”

“He’s a boy. So I named him Bowie instead.” You’re not floundering the way Robin still is. Definitely not as intense as when you first met, but things aren’t coming as easy to her. Here, in your car, she’s wringing her hands and worrying the inside of her lip. Robin’s thinking, she’s being nice because she has to be. Because Fred’ll be back in a month anyways. It shouldn’t really matter what Y/N thinks of me. It’s still continuing as you step into the only diner in Hawkins, only a few patrons sit inside. The seats are dark green and worn, and the smell of coffee and the powdery notes of your waitress’s perfume hit you as you slide into a booth in the corner. You order a coke, Robin orders a shirley temple, and you both share a plate of cheese fries. You’re talking more about music, you both differ in opinion on who has better movie hair (Robin thinks Molly Ringwald reigns supreme, you argue Slone from Ferris Bueller’s day off has more volume), and of course about school. Robin’s waiting for you to bring up what is almost always discussed when she’s alone with any girl her age: crushes. She doesn’t blame anyone, it’s what’s on everyone’s mind and that’s fine. She’s used to it. So used to in fact that she’s already picked out some ordinary boy in her history class to use as a fill in crush for when you inevitably ask. She waits for you to. And then she waits some more, but you don’t ask about who she has a crush on. You’re still going on about Sloane Peterson.

Robin’s looking at you over her Shirley temple, “Okay, is there any other vital information I should know?”

You chew on the end of a cheese fry, “About the paper? We don’t have to do any more lessons for today.”

“No, no. I-I meant about each other. Y’know, other than your cat being named after David Bowie.”

“Oh.” You recall telling her that you both should get to know each other. For paper purposes, of course. “Well, what do you wanna know?”

“Hmm,” Robin’s mouth twitches in the corner while she’s thinking, “Why the paper?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“I asked you first.”

“Okay, fair. Short answer–I didn’t really consider doing anything else. I’ve been with the paper since freshman year.”

“And the long answer?” Robin’s genuinely curious. It’s refreshing to talk to someone that you haven’t known since you were a kid, there’s no shared history to compete with–only the present. It feels good to be sitting across from her. To watch little bubbles of condensation sweat off her glass and see the plate of fries slowly disappear. It’s late, both of your feet hurt a little from the walking you did, and you’re no longer complete strangers to one another.

You shrug a little, “I like to write. It comes naturally, I guess. I’ve kept a notebook since I was 5. I think when I was 7 I interviewed everyone in my family about their favorite ice cream flavor and wrote it in a little notepad and everything.”

Robin’s eyes soften at that, “Little reporter Y/N.”

“Exactly. Now your turn.”

“Hmm. I’ve never been great at short answers so I’ll give you an ‘answer’ answer.”

“‘Answer’ answer is fine with me.”

“I knew the paper needed a fill-in for Fred. I figured maybe it was time to try something new and as much as my mom would love it if I learned how to sew and bake apple strudel in the home ec room, photography seemed more interesting.”

You nod at her, “What about band? Do you still play an instrument?”

“I do. But I don’t know how far I’d get in college by playing the trumpet.”

“Okay. Yeah, that makes sense. Is the paper for college then?”

“Sort of.” You can tell she needs a little encouragement, a signal to know you’re just as curious about her.

“C’mon Robin! That was hardly an ‘answer’ answer. I gave you a peek at a childhood dream. A little embarrassing one, at that.”

“Wait, no! I thought it was cute, not at all embarrassing.” You hang onto that one word, despite all logical reasoning not to. She’s means 7 year old you. It’s normal to say anything a kid does is cute. But still, the word cute is echoing in your very tired brain. While you’re lost in thought, Robin’s spurred on by you, so she reaches into her backpack and pulls out the book she’s been reading.

You take the book into your hands and eye the cover and read it aloud, “‘Making Movies by Sidney Lumet’?”

It’s actually unnerving to say aloud, seeing as she hasn’t even verbalized it to anyone. Even if this little corner booth and cold night somehow feel like a little universe in which it’s just you two and some ice slinking in your cups, Robin is still waiting for something to go astray. In all likelihood, it would come from her saying something wrong, and then she’d have to quit the paper and lose a new acquaintance all in one fell swoop. It wouldn’t be fair. It’s her first day on the paper, she hasn’t even gotten to see how the pictures she took today came out. The ugly nervous edge in her brain starts to go away with more time she spends talking to you, it’d be a crime if she was the one to stop something before it started. She tries not to feel the weight of your question, and fails, but takes one look at you and changes her mind. You’re looking back at her with pure interest, maybe Robin is being naive but her intuition is telling her there’s no ulterior motive here. You just look like you want to know about her, and that’s already scary in its own right. So Robin answers you, “I picked it up at the used bookstore when I was a freshman. I don’t even remember if I thought much about it other than that it was only $2…but I really like movies. Not just enough to work at Family Video, but more than that, I guess. And, I don’t know, I’ve always wondered what’d it be like to be behind the camera and when school started this year I kind of freaked out about the future. Even now, I still freak out. But I felt like if I spent enough time behind a camera this year… eventually a video camera wouldn’t feel so far off.” Immediately after she feels like she’s having a bad dream where she’s in her underwear on stage and the audience is fully dressed. Maybe I said too much? Did any of that make sense? Was I babbling? I was definitely babbling. But then you look at her nicer than anyone who isn’t her mom has looked at her in a long, long time. You’re looking at her like you get it, and that she wasn’t being incomprehensible and babbling. You open the book and find your note stuffed in between a chapter on the basics of directing. Room 122. Wear sneakers. It’s such a little thing. Robin probably just shoved it into whatever was closest to her so she wouldn’t lose it. But still, it makes something in your stomach flip to know she kept it.

“Is that the plan? Film school somewhere on the West Coast…getting to sit in that uncomfortable-looking chair and direct everybody around?” There is no meanness in your asking, it’s just fun to tease her a little.

“Something like that.” She does this crooked half smile, and it mildly annoys you because you don’t know why but you want to say something to make her smile fully. You like Robin. You like her enough to consider asking for the second marachino cherry in her shirley temple, but decide against it. It’d be too much. You’d scare Robin into politely saying yes and probably regretting it. It’s something a closer friend would ask, and you aren’t that to her. Robin’s felt like the conversation has stayed about her for a bit too long. She teases you back, “But your plans must not be far off either. Writing at a big paper on the East Coast…draining the souls of more people but this time they’re college students wearing loafers?”

You secretly hate how witty she can be, but decide to deadpan instead. “Ha-ha. If directing doesn’t work out you might have a spot on Saturday Night Live waiting for you.”

“We’d both be on the East Coast, then.”

“Yeah, I guess we would be.” It’s fun to talk about the future like this. Like it isn’t hiding around the corner waiting to kidnap you, but rather something light and fanciful. Robin is twisting at a ring on her finger and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She looks a little tired, but so do you. The diner is going to close soon and since it’s a school night you both should head out. That still seems like the last thing you want to do, because it’ll disrupt this little space in time you and Robin spent carving out with each other today. When was the last time you made a new friend? “Can I ask you something, Robin?”

She doesn’t look nervous like you were expecting her to. She just chews on the fry and replies, “Shoot.”

“Do you ever feel like…stuck? I mean, here, in Hawkins.”

She doesn’t have to think about it before answering you, “Yeah. A lot, actually.” There’s a pause, you glance at your waitress wiping the counter, and refilling someone’s coffee.

Your tiredness is probably doing more of the talking than it should be. “I just hope college is…different I guess. I hate that feeling like…the walls are closing in or something.” You worry you sound too serious or sad. You’re thinking of a joke to make to give yourself an out. But then Robin interjects your thoughts.

“I know what you mean. Sometimes, I’d rather die than think about still being here after high school.” There’s only empathy in her tone. You’re not sure what you expected from Robin, but under different circumstances, it feels like you two would’ve never crossed paths. Okay, never, is an exaggeration. Maybe you guys would’ve exchanged ‘hi’s’ at Nancy’s graduation party, or she would’ve rung up your rentals at Family Video, or you would’ve seen her playing the trumpet for two seconds at a pep rally before sticking your head down into your notepad and continuing to take your notes of the event. But over a plate of cheesy fries that are long gone by now, you two are something resembling friends.

“You don’t have to die to get to a better place,” You tell her, “just drive 50 miles in any direction.” She’s laughing into her jacket sleeve, because she knows you’re right. You’re laughing with her. There’s a whole month left before you guys go to print for the next issue. It’s nice to know that Robin’s your partner for the next month, nice to know you have time together. For paper purposes, of course.

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Hi, I'm Wench! 💙 I'm 36, my pronouns are she/her, and I'm a connoisseur of DILFs, coffee, and nail polish. If you'd like to know more about me, you can check out my about page here, or if you'd like to peruse the stuff I make, you can check out the links below.

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Welcome to my blog where I document my descent into mental insanity. If you forced me to give this blog a label I'd say it's fandom-centric but I post a lot of other diverse stuff too, such as memes/shitposts, art, photography, so on. I also want to post about my original characters + their story. I am an artist but I don't post it often because of how long it takes and I don't really do sketches, so I post other things in the meantime. I try to stay away from intra-community discourse or general negative topics because it just makes me sad, and this blog is meant to be a form of escapism from my problems not a reminder of them. But of course I don't entirely ignore those things, so watch out for that if you don't wanna see it either. (Lots more under cut)

On stuff I actually like, you can just check my highlighted tags to see what I'm most into at the moment but there are more that I don't post often so I feel like I should address all of them at once. In fictional media, I like Bioshock (current hyperfixation), Pokemon (previous hyperfixation), Resident Evil but I don't really consider myself to be apart of the fandom because I don't play for the story or characters (I do like. Some of them though), Nexomon (previous hyperfixation), Fran Bow, Outlast, Amnesia. On fandom stuff, I'll talk a lot about the thing I'm currently hyperfixated on or have a special interest in, which for the moment is Bioshock (wow what a surprise). I mostly make shitposts, but I sometimes make serious analyses mostly on stuff I don't like because theres a lot more for me to say there, I don't do it to be negative I do it because it's fun to talk about. My brain for some reason is incapable of being hyperfixated on more than one thing at a time (I define hyperfixate by thinking about one thing 24/7 and making it about everything not *just* liking something a lot) and it can flip-flop often, so I apologize if you followed me for one specific fandom and then I got hyperfixated on something else. I never stop being deranged about a piece of media though, it just lays dormant like a sleeper agent waiting to be awakened again.

I know I said I don't like posting discourse but people apparently care about this stuff. I really, really hate DNIs because they're entirely redundant for a multitude of reasons, so instead of saying "if you are this thing then kys I hate you" like all DNIs do, because I cannot stop you from interacting I'm just going to list off things I do not support so if you do support said things I am going to block you because there are definitely things I have strong opinions on. All kinds of bigotry I shouldn't have to say. Exclusion/hatred of any queer group that's "acceptable" to shit on because reasons x y z (multisexuals, nonbinary people, aspecs, polyamorous people, queerhets, transmascs/trans men). I don't care for either side of "shipcourse" but if you are an antishipper or a proshipper and you harass ANYONE or justify harassment, please get a hobby and don't bother me. Don't come to me with ship, flag, or slur discourse in general.

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Info for Faith In The Future World Tour ST AUGUSTINE, FL - JUL 11 2023

With special guests THE SNUTS & ANDREW CUSHIN!

Important Times:

6:00 PM - Doors Open

7:00 - 7:30 PM - Andrew Cushin

8:00 PM - The Snuts

8:00 - 9:55 PM - Louis Tomlinson

Edit: the venue announced The Snuts will no longer perform.

Times are all approximate and subject to change.

General admission (pit tickets):

All guests are required to abide by the following procedures:

Guests can begin lining up no earlier than 9:00 AM on the day of show, July 11.

Sequentially numbered wristbands will be put on guests' wrists upon arrival on a first come, first served basis.

Guests must have a valid ticket for The St. Augustine Amphitheatre July 11 show to receive a wristband, and all guests in a party must be present to receive a wristband.

Any guests that have camped overnight or arrived before 9:00 AM will not be given wristbands and will be sent to the back of the line.

Guests are encouraged to return at 3:00 PM to queue for General Admission entry beginning at The West Gate (first gate closest to A1A S/main entrance).

Security will honor wristbands from 3:00 PM - 4:00 PM.

After 4:00 PM, guests will join the line on a first come, first served basis.

Loss, removal or tampering with a wristband will result in loss of place in the GA line.

Guests are not permitted to hold places in line. Please be respectful and courteous to all other guests in line.

Check the venue’s socials for updates!

💧⚠️ HYDRATION ADVISORY ⚠️💧

YOU MUST Hydrate before the show, while waiting in line and during the show

For optimal hydration drink something with electrolytes such as Gatorade or LiquidIV

Eat well!

Here are important things to know:

Thunderstorms expected, prepare accordingly!

The venue is cashless! Pay with card and mobile pay!

Parking: On-site parking in is very limited and sells out quickly. Parking passes may be pre-purchased for each event at the Box Office or online via ticketmaster.com. On-site parking currently SOLD OUT. The on-site parking lot opens two (2) hours prior to gates opening on event days. Off-site FREE parking with shuttle service at Anastasia State Park and the R.B. Hunt Elementary School Soccer Field. Shuttle service begins one hour (60 minutes) before gate time and runs for up to one hour (60 minutes) after the event ends. Parking is NOT permitted in the residential neighborhoods surrounding the venue. Details and maps here.

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maggiecheungs · 2 years

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hi!! queer thai girl here wondering if there’s any thai wlw shows or movies you’d recommend. No need to respond if you don’t feel like it - just thought I’d ask, since it seems like you’re more in tune w thai media.

hi hi hi!!! sorry for the late response, tumblr was messing with my inbox and i only just saw this 😭

i really wouldn't call myself massively knowledgeable about thai wlw media or anything! but it has certainly brought me lots of happiness over the past few years 🥰 here are some i can think of off the top of my head (but there are certainly some i’m forgetting!):

romance shows/films focused on wlw:

love songs love stories: pae jai (two episode series)

condo/barista/architect (miniseries)

quarantine stories: what happened last night (short film)

istories (four short films)

bad buddy (bl series with wlw side couple)

magic of zero: zero photography (oneshot about bad buddy’s wlw couple)

yes or no (film)

the greatest love (film)

the shakeshoulder youtube channel (they just make random cute short wlw films)

other genres with wlw characters/relationships:

the maid (horror film)

the debut (thriller series)

the secret weapon (assassin film)

friend zone 2: dangerous area (drama/slice of life series, sequel to friend zone)

the stranded (thriller/fantasy series)

hormones (teenage school life series)

one year 365 (family drama series)

arthouse films with wlw characters/relationships/themes:

the serpent's song

mary is happy, mary is happy

where we belong

samui song

#BKKY

upcoming gl projects i’m excited for:

gap the series

cheese sisters

23.5 degree the world incline

reverse 4 you

you might also want to check out @asiansapphics's wonderful wlw media library or get sofia @ahxu-laowen to add you to her magical wlw updates list ✨

hope i could help!

#ask response #larkdily #wlw recs #thai wlw #asiansapphics #hope you find something to enjoy!!!#there's nowhere near as much wlw content as there is bl content #but i think we're about to see an explosion of wlw media across a bunch of different studios #sorry again for the late response 😭#also i've been a bit out of the loop recently bc of irl stuff so there might be some things i haven't seen these past few months #but this should hopefully be enough for now...?

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silenthillmutual · 2 years

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pathologic fic recs

couple of notes:

these are not all of the fics in my bookmarks

these are in alphabetical order; please check the ratings and the tags

these include both ship & gen and a variety of genres

i have not read every fic in the patho tag

i will be updating this as i (re)read things!

fics below the cut

Ab Imo Pectore (E, 9k; okumeru); artemy/daniil After Artemy has personally experienced the ordeal of death several times over, he loses the ability to express physical affection. In a town where he is hated and feared, he thinks this is fine, until he grows to care for the people there and learns he is only capable of hurting them.

Adventures in family photography, starring Victor Kain (G, 2k; abominableastronaut); victor A year in the Kain's family photographs

all reason flown (E, 5k; acidicvapour); artemy/daniil Daniil is fairly certain he knows how their date will go, but Artemy has other plans in mind.

an annotated list of people lara ravel doesn’t get to shoot (T, 1k, CorvidFeathers); daniil & lara Lara confronts Dankovsky after he murders a courier in her home.

Artemy Burakh’s (imperfect) Ten Year Plan (G, 5k; crostiina); lara/rubin [In which the Haruspex doesn't belive he's capable of love, but spends most of his life trying to get his friends to experience it.]

As Long as it’s Willed (E, 77k; acidicvapour); artemy/daniil Artemy receives his inheritance on day one. Although some of the Kin aren’t happy with his return, it does make a few things easier – like when Daniil is caught performing an autopsy. Only, he wishes someone had told him what consequences marrying the man would have.

Bachelor Has a Heart (After All) (G, 1k; wordslikewater); artemy/daniil implied The Bachelor is doing his best to be a good dad. He accidentally breaks one of Murky's things. Now he has to fix it.

buzarlaha (T, 1k; gaynagito); artemy Being the last living Menkhu poses some unexpected difficulties.

Call the time (NR, 1k; captainmarion); healers But it sticks in the back of his mind. It’s the little things. The littlest things. There’s no Radio. There’s no Telephone. There’s only letters, and letters have to be delivered. Strange.There are some holes in the narrative, and The Bachelor is foolish enough to pull at the thread fraying around them. In the end, The Bachelor's disbelief is strong enough to perform miracles.

Childhood Traces (G, 3k; bosgodora); gaytable AU in which Yulia, Daniil, Andrey, and Peter were childhood friends in the Capital.

contemplations of a horizontal architect (T, 1k; abominableastronaut); farkhad I could do better, he thinks. I will do better. He is here on an invitation, and does not intend to disappoint when such faith has been placed in him. His creation shall not be a failure.

cor meum ad terrum (E, 5k; gaynagito); artemy/daniil Daniil wants to understand Artemiy, but he can't do that without first understanding the Steppe. One thing leads to another.

the court jester (G, 7k; acidicvapour); artemy/daniil “What the hell is that?” “It’s a clown,” Daniil replies, a bit stilted, trying to give himself time to come up with an excuse.

A Curse Befalls Your Heart (T, 5k; CurrieBelle); artemy/daniil Daniil Dankovsky suffers from a Steppe curse. Burakh performs triage.

Daub of Red Ink (T, 1k; Emby_M); artemy/daniil Daniil requests to see the Lines. Artemy demonstrates on Daniil's skin.

Death of the Progenitor (T, 1k; wordslikewater); grief, rubin Isidor Burakh is dead, but his children are still here.

Down to Earth (E, 13k; TheSpiceCupboard); artemy/daniil If Daniil Dankovsky is to find a place in the world now, he's going to have to change a bit.

dream journal of miss eva yan, town-on-gorkhon, 19-- (G, 1k; Choclearia_Tatra); eva Eva sleeps. Sometimes, she also dreams.

dumb doctor (G, 3k; passionatememes); artemy, daniil, murky, sticky Artemy's bedridden with a fever, and it brings up too many bad memories for his two kids, so they look for outside help. It happens to arrive in the form of Bachelor Daniil Dankovsky

everything was fiction, future, and prediction (G, 1k; zentashadoe); meta In Grandpa’s stories, anything was possible. So, it was here, too. The children crafted a world where the plague that had ravaged their country was curable, where souls could be collected and kept safe forever, a place where children could live in their dreams until adulthood. A world where magic was real.

find us with our ribs entwined (M, 3k; harmonize); stamatin twins The truth is, Andrey is an only child.

food as communion (or how clara finds love in her first hot meal) (G, 1k; tokidorito); clara-centric healer family clara learns to redefine what family is through a good meal.

A Gift of Warmth (G, 3k; f4rfields); Capella/Clara, Lara/Yulia Capella takes one of Clara’s gloved hands in hers, smiling sweetly at her. She has such a sereneness to her, so stark in contrast to Maria’s austere demeanor and Clara’s own nervous, restless energy. “Clara, you needn’t worry about such things. The best tokens to give are ones that have been carried through both life’s hardships and joys, but I know that whatever you choose to give to me will be more than enough.”

home (G, 4k; passionatememes); artemy family Day 30, in which the Haruspex creates a home.

hortum vivi (T, <1k; seeshells); clara The Changeling reflects on her choices, while the Haruspex and Bachelor walk towards a new goal.

how did we get here and how do we get back? (M, 40k; qawerian, seefaster); artemy/daniil After Dankovsky gets a mysterious invitation to a scientific conference in the Capital, Burakh and him decide to pay a visit to Daniil's hometown to figure out what's going on and to run some errands, while they're at it.

how long ‘til my soul gets it right (E, 14k; zentashadoe); lara/yulia Something strange twisted around Lara's heart, squeezing it. She looked so different and yet exactly how she’d imagined herself. The shirt and pants were loose yet showed so much more than her usual dress, her legs framed by the black fabric rather than obscured under flowing skirts. Lara was overwhelmed with emotion and clutched her hands close to her chest, tears springing in her eyes. It felt like coming home to a place she’d never even been before.

i can see us in a house next year (T, 9k; swevery); artemy/daniil “If you’re staying, does that mean you can teach me medicine?” “Ime beshe, Spichka! I’ll shut the door behind me, shall I?” “You said there was more than just surgery. Mr. Bachelor knows all about - “ “Thanatology.” Daniil provided as the boy trailed off. Murky’s nose wrinkled at the long word, but she didn’t comment. Sticky tried repeating it and got caught on the consonants. “See! Do you know about thana-tono-logy, aba?” Artemy held his hands up in surrender. “Does that mean you’ll do it?”

I love you all the same (G, 1k; passionatememes); artemy & murky Artemy brings Murky home after the events at the Crowstone

if i kiss you where its sharp (T, 52k; zanetashadoe); aglaya/yulia Aglaya stays with Yulia after the events of the plague.

i’m not the girl i ought to be (T, 2k; druidryarc); lara/yulia Day 12, in which two women makes amends in a seedy bar.

Invisible Mice. (T, 2k; RyoCommitsWords); aglaya-centric Aglaya witnesses a unique event - a young life being dragged back into existence.

It Takes A Village (M, 1k; dazzler); artemy/daniil The Laws we think immutable are false. The laws of nature that dictate morality. The laws of games we play. Well done. One doesn't have to follow them indefinitely. Rules are made to be changed.

Letters (T, 1k; acrimsondaisy); lara Lara writes to her friend while he is off to study at the Capital.

live and die and in between (T, 6k; katertran); clara-centric * warning for transphobia Clara comes out as a trans girl and there's mixed reactions

living in the scope of your soul (T, 2k; acrimsondaisy); andrey/eva Nina has invited two renowned architects to the Town-on-Gorkhon, and for the time that it takes them to complete their project, they stay in the local guesthouse. The hostess of the Stillwater tries her best to give them a warm welcome.

Maybe a Hint (T, 2k; Emby_M); mark/peter Mark and Peter reunite and drink some wine. Peter thinks about much.

Mortūus, Vīvus, Baccalaureus (M, 9k; carefulfleshgnawer); daniil, pre-game Daniil Dankovsky meeting the dead, the hardly living, and the dying in morbid little vignettes.

neither for me nor the honey bee (E, 2k; hoverbun); aglaya/yulia She will march across town and she will meet the woman she begged to forget.

Non Nobis Solum (G, 1k; derwentian); daniil & eva This town’s problems don’t cease to exist after sundown, as nice as that would be. In fact, some problems seem to rise with the moon. It’s quite late by the time he’s wrapped up the last of the day’s foolishness (arson, of all things!) and dragged himself over the threshold of the Stillwater.

non omnis moriar (T, 3k; Cochlearia_Tatrae); thanatica "Thanatica is a labour of love, of tireless work, of negotiations and diplomacy, of genius and of progress. But most importantly, it is a labour of dreams." On Thanatica, on death and on what was before.

nos deux mains (T-M, series; mrcogito); artemy/daniil Daniil and Artemy, in the Diurnal ending.

nourishing my biting contempt (E, 2k; hoverbun); vlad jr * warning for major character death He knows what it is that he must do.

Old Black Train (T, 27k; mothi); artemy/daniil * warning for suicide, v heavy, proceed w caution After the Plague, Artemy travels to the Capital to understand the present, and finds the past.

Operation Mistletwyre (M, 10k; papercaper); artemy/daniil In which the big city Bachelor desperately needs a kick in the ass to act on his crush, and conveniently, Sticky happens to have matchmaking skills which rival those of Cupid.

Ouroboro (M, 4k; junglecatt); artemy/daniil As you run you think about Burakh, and your subliminal fascination grows into something more explicit. For a short moment, where your breath is quick and labored and your heels hurt from rubbing against the back of your boots, you look lovingly at the bouquet you have been presented with, and you admire death like you admire flowers. You admire Burakh for picking them.

Picking Up the Pieces (T, WIP; wordslikewater); artemy/daniil Thanatica is gone, the Polyhedron is destroyed, and Dankovsky has nothing left to hold onto. Perhaps, with Artemy Burakh, he can find something new.

reproval (T, 1k; peppermint_latte); daniil-centric * warning for discussions of ableism & transphobia They didn't really plan it, but between them working together as the town's resident doctors and their budding relationship, Artemy and Daniil have somehow become co-parents to Sticky and Murky. Being a parent himself leads Daniil to remember a lot of things about his own childhood he's tried to forget.

rescue me (with organs preferably) (T, 1k; sighing_crustacean); artemy/daniil Whenever soulmarks were the topic of conversation, Artemy was laughed at. He understood why – most people had something totally benign like 'how can I help you today' or 'can you tell me how to get to the library', which were totally normal things to be the first thing you said to a stranger. The first words Artemy’s soulmate was destined to say to him, on the other hand, left a lot to be desired. “Maybe they’re a serial killer?” Lara suggested.

Shall I play you a song? (E, 11k; acrimsondaisy); eva/lara Lara didn't remember the last time she wanted something.

Song of Autumn (G, 4k; mothi); nina/victor The Kains have a reputation for many things. Happiness is not one of them.

still sleeping like we're lovers (E, 3k; euphoricnitrogen); aglaya/yulia When she wasn’t reading or working on equations, she would get lost in puzzles on her coffee table, each more difficult than the last. Yulia was always solving problems, whether it was lines on a map or strange shapes forming a square. Or, like now, tying knots.

still waters go stagnant, bodies bloat (M, 8k; dramaturgia); eva-centric * warning for depiction of suicide a compilation of words/phrases/scenes even about the stillwater and the cathedral, eva yan, her architect friends and the guy two of them murdered.

Sugarplum (E, 1k; Yulicia); artemy/daniil You’ve always thought you didn’t know how to love. He seems determined to teach you. You seem determined to let him.

Tea Indeed (G, 1k; celestia); daniil & murky When Artemy has a stomach bug Daniil, Murky, and Sticky stay out of the house. Murky and Daniil's friendship solidifies.

“tempora mutantor et nos mutamor in illis” (M, 76k; crostiina); peter/daniil [About time, and how it changes everything.]

Thirteen Thousand Five Hundred and Thirty-Nine (T, 1k; bosgodora); daniil & yulia Yulia Lyuricheva counted the dead. She knew the number of those lost: 13,539.

This could all go so wrong (T, 10k; acidicvapour); daniil/peter It turns out Daniil's roommate has a twin. Too bad he wasn't prepared for that.

This Fire Burning In Our Brains (T, 5k; TheVelvetUndergrowth); daniil & murky In which the future Mistress of Earth encounters an unexpected visitor before discovering an enlightening truth about herself.

triplicate (T, 3k; zealotarchaeologist); aglaya-centric Aglaya and three healers.

Ugly Duckling (M, 2k) and A Debt Paid in Full (T, 2k; Yulicia); artemy/daniil A day in November; in which the Haruspex cannot see himself as the Bachelor does and needs to be corrected. A day in early December; in which it is the Bachelor's turn to be flattered shamelessly.

Unsteady Ground (G, 1k; acrimsondaisy); grace & peter "He should have stood his ground against Feugel. It had been weakness that had made him give in. The same weakness that now, he saw, as inevitable evidence of his own inadequacy. Grace deserved a better guardian than someone like Peter."

warmth-shapes, wound-shapes (T, 4k; Oxygen); andrey/daniil “I’m traveling to Italy this summer. Would you like to come along?” Daniil looks up from his reading. Andrey is still writing away, though it seems that his notes have devolved into aimless sketching. “Italy?” Daniil asks. “What are you planning on doing there?”

the way the old life haunts the new (G, 1k; Jagged); artemy & rubin Two men walk into the steppe and fill a hole.

what a lovely way to burn (E, 2k; euphoricnitrogen); eva/yulia It had been a simple case of opposites attract; Eva’s carefree attitude to Yulia’s stern demeanor, her capriciousness to the other’s stability, one who wore skirts for the purpose of attracting other women and one who wore pants for the same purpose. What one lacked, the other made up, and although conflicting ideals sometimes lead to arguments, they were well matched otherwise. It made sense, then, that what had started off as Eva’s flippant suggestion had turned into something so deliberate. If Eva thought about it too long, she’d get teary eyed; the amount of work her partner put into satisfying her was overwhelming sometimes.

The Wherewithal of Sacrificants (M, 21k; transknights); artemy/daniil It would be a fool’s dying wish, that the monsters who lurked around the edges of the Steppe did not make themselves a home within the twisted confines of the capital.

Who’s Heart Could I Break Today? (T, 27k; nameless_wanderer); artemy/daniil Late-mid-20th-century road trip au, the three healers go on a road trip together and they get to have normal human drama surrounding friendship and romance and shit without the terrifying threat of the plague weighing on them.

#icarus.txt #ok to rb #pathologic #fic recs #sticking a pin in a doll here

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