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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 3 months

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01/17/2024 Crew Recap

Well, today was once again a day of new and exciting things happening, and some fun progress on all fronts. Anything I missed -- as always please add. Links to all the threads are in the pictures so please visit them, I want to make sure people who actually posted them are credited :) I realize this is a lot, so if you don't wanna read it all, please at least hop to the bottom for a special message.

===Today's Impact===

Petition Status: We broke 58,000 Signatures! Great job everyone!

Our Flag Means Death Status on Television Stats -- Numbers went up a bit!

#SaveOFMD Trending #4 in Hungary, way to go friends!

Source

Wondering if your calls are working? THEY ARE! Apparently they are cataloging and categorizing calls.

Warner Bros Discovery Inc is still trending downward!

Our Flag For Palestine - Care for Gaza Fundraiser is up to $7535!

The team on this is pretty great about transparency, feel free to check out the twitter thread here

===Cast / Crew Sightings===

Chaos Dad, David Jenkins posted about the 35th Annual Glaad Media Awards Nominating Our Flag Means Death for Outstanding Comedy Series!

Con O'Neill started posting stories on IG with #SaveOFMD and also he showed up in a Screen Rant Plus interview! Our Flag Means Death Interview: Con O’Neill On Izzy & Blackbeard In Season 2

And our Pirate Queen Ruibo Qian was reposting save ofmd art on IG!

=Latest Twitter / Other Platform Insanity=

So apparently someone updated the Our Flag Means Death Wikipedia page to say one of the Production Companies was Astroglide, you cheeky little fuckers.

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Squishables joined the fun with Astroglide.

Astroglide Announced a Live Reaction Video to OFMD they'll be doing on Friday. Thanks to IG: _Irene_Adler for bringing this to my attention! Somehow I missed it looking at this post this morning.

===Articles===

1. Could HBO’s Beloved ‘Our Flag Means Death’ Jump To Another Ship After Cancellation?

2. Our Flag Means Death's "numbers weren't there" for renewal says MAX's boss - but it is welcome to sail to another platform

3. OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH CANCELED AT MAX, BUT IT COULD FIND LIFE ON OTHER PLATFORMS

===Ways to Help===

So I found of a new way to keep engagement up that I hadn't heard of before-- I apologize if you all already know about it and I'm repeating it! Daily Clicks to help with Engagement: Clickable Links below:

Our Flag Means Death Wikipedia Page Google Search for Our Flag Means Death Google UK Search for Our Flag Means Death Our Flag Means Death IMDB

Fundraiser for LimbPower

Looks like another fundraiser going on by our fellow OFMD Crew, right now is by For Our New Unicorn, that benefits LimbPower. This has been going on since December but has had some ramp up since the cancellation announcement. If you're looking for somewhere to donate, seems to be a good cause!

Calls / Emails / Faxes

I don't believe anything has changed in terms of calls and emails but here's the latest info in case you're just joining us, there's a lovely post over at @renewasacrew's post.

Postcards / Outside the US Fans

@renewasacrew has the following awesome post about how to send mail from outside the US: Are you outside the US and looking to send Warner Bros. Discovery CEO David Zaslav a letter? 🏴‍☠️

Petition

As usual, sharing the petition with posts is super helpful, and @merryfinches has a cool guide on how to get additional email addresses if you want to help send more signatures here

Hashtag Updates from yesterday

#RenewAsACrew #SaveOFMD #TheNumbersWereThere.

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❤️❤️Lastly because even if you are tired of hearing it, I'm going to keep saying it, so suck it up buttercup here comes some love ❤️❤️

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Every single one of you is enough.

If you bust your ass for this campaign, YOU ARE ENOUGH.

If you signed the petition and that was it, YOU ARE ENOUGH

If you lurk and keep an eye on things, YOU ARE ENOUGH.

If you do nothing at all, and just take care of yourself, YOU ARE ENOUGH.

There is NOTHING in this world that you could do to make you not enough.

Remember that.

You are amazing-

and beautiful-

and everything you do every single day is wonderful-

and YOU are worthy of love.

You are doing a great job just being you. Keep doing that.

We are so lucky to have each and every one of you here on this planet with us.

Remember to drink some water, and take care of yourself if you can. Even if it's just a few minutes a day. You got this, and you're loved. 🥰

Love you crew. Have a good night/day, wherever you are on this little blue dot. <3

#ofmd #our flag means death #renew as a crew #save ofmd #thenumberswerethere #saveofmd #save our flag means death #our flag means us #ofmd daily recap

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70sscifiart · 5 months

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The Last-Minute Sci-Fi Gift Guide

There's only one thing worse than procrastinating on getting gifts for your loved ones, and that's procrastinating on putting together a guide to help out everyone else with all those gifts. It's Dec 12, so you can decide for yourself which I'm doing.

Art book: Worlds Beyond Time, $32

If you follow this blog, you might have heard of this one. I published Worlds Beyond Time: Sci-Fi Art of the 1970s this year after five years of work on it, and I think it's really good! 400+ images, 100+ artists, with lots of fun art history and jokes.

Also, it's just $20 right now if you order through my publisher and use the code SKIPTHELINE! Cheapest it's ever been!

Card game: Coup, $14

In this "social deduction" card game, you play as a government official in a future dystopia who needs to backstab their way into power. Everyone starts out with just two cards in this bluffing game, so the tide can turn pretty quick when players start assassinating each other's cards. The fast pace makes it a good gift for someone who loves spies but thinks they don't like card games.

Game to play over Zoom: Bad Spaceships, $3

If a bluffing game stresses you out, try Bad Spaceships: It's a collaborative world-building game in which you roll dice to see what area of your spaceship connects to another, forcing you to spitball exactly why this is the case. As the game puts it, you might fix the hull by playing Tetris, or charge your weapons in the swimming pool. You're basically getting weird prompts to tell a story that can evolve over the course of the game.

It's such an indie game that it comes as PDFs you download from itch.io, but you can play it just as well over Zoom, if you're looking for an excuse to catch up with your old digital nomad college friend.

Movies/TV: Streaming service gift card

Gift cards are all well and good, but you can personalize them by recommending a few of your favorite shows as well. I suggest:

Hulu: Cowboy Bebop

Apple TV+: Severance

Criterion Channel: Ravenous, Paprika, Strange Days

Paramount+: Yellowjackets

Amazon Prime: The Devil's Hour

But to be honest, this entry is just an excuse to talk about the new Max show Scavenger’s Reign. Inspired by the work of French artist Moebius and with a clear debt to famed 70s animated film Fantastic Planet, this stylish sci-fi show features a bunch of humans trying to survive on a beautiful but hostile alien world. Perfect for lovers of fictional nature.

Vintage sci-fi

This Etsy shop has some good stuff, like the 1971 Frank Kelly Freas NASA poster above, a bit of history that I even mentioned on page 167 of my art book.

Penguin science fiction postcards, $28

These postcards have a ton of very cool sci-fi covers I've blogged in the past – great value if you want a lot of art for a low cost.

Meteorite pendant necklace, $34

I think we all know what kind of rock your loved ones need around their neck: A chunk of meteorite straight out of the 1576 Argentinan meteorite fall.

Book recs

For astronauts: Packing for Mars by Mary Roach, The New Guys: The Historic Class of Astronauts That Broke Barriers and Changed the Face of Space Travel by Meredith Bagby

For comedians: Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir, Even Greater Mistakes: Short Stories by Charlie Jane Anders

For sleuths: Six Wakes by Mur Lafferty, Drunk on All Your Strange New Words by Eddie Robson

For crafters: Knits of Tomorrow: Toys and Accessories for your Retro-Future Needs

For the resistance fighters: The Light Brigade by Kameron Hurley, An Unkindness of Ghosts by Rivers Solomon

For slasher movie fans: Clown in a Cornfield by Adam Cesare

Syd Mead "Biomorph Vehicle" button down shirt, $49

T-shirts aren't classy enough for the world's coolest visual futurist, Syd Mead. I haven't actually bought this incredibly odd shirt, but I really need to.

Art prints (and more) from 70s sci-fi artists

Artist shops can be surprisingly hard to track down on the internet, but here's a short list of ones I've come across. All of these artists are featured in my book (except one), so you can read up on them before you commit to a print.

Michael Whelan

John Harris

Syd Mead

Don Maitz

David B Mattingly

Peter Andrew Jones - Jones was one of just a few artists who declined to be included in my art book, but he has a distinct, colorful style that I would have loved to have featured!

Finally, here's one extra bonus, just for everyone who made it to the end of this article: The UK-based educational charity Centre for Computing History sells three big officially licensed John Harris posters featuring these three artworks, famous for their use as covers for Sinclair programming manuals.

It's a great deal that I've never seen mentioned anywhere, and Harris' work has a timeless quality that makes it great for an unassuming wall decoration. If you're outside the UK, the shipping costs will be a pain, but there's no better deal for a classic sci-fi poster.

#gift guide #sci-fi #sci-fi gift ideas #gift ideas #retro sci-fi art

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lacrimosathedark · 3 months

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THAT'S IT! This is a Janet Drake Defense Post

As may be obvious, I spend a lot of time reading fanfic. And there's this trend that drives me nuts, and it's villainizing Janet Drake.

I'm not gonna say she's an A+ mother. She's not. She chose her career and adventures over spending time with her child much of the time. But fandom portrays her as some rich pompous ice queen, which is never shown.

Janet Drake mostly appears in the story Tim's introduced, and in the story she dies.

So, let's start from the top: Haly's Circus.

This event is the only time we see her really interacting with Tim before her death, but it shows that at least when he was young, she was an active part of his life. She was worried about bringing Tim because it might scare him. And then rightfully scolds her husband for being sexist because Jack Drake actually IS a jerk.

...I don't like the art in this comic. Or that the writer doesn't know how kids speak.

But Janet is being supportive of Tim's clear interest in Dick's performance.

And then tragedy strikes and she acts like, y'know, a mother.

Her priority is getting her son and herself out of there.

Also worth noting that the Drakes sent a copy of that final photo of the Graysons TO Dick, which is how he has it at all. If both of them were stuck up pricks, would they even bother sending a photo to a grieving child performer they hardly know? I can't imagine Jack really bothering, but I don't see why Janet wouldn't.

And then, by the time she's dying, we know that Tim's parents have been away for a very long time, he never knows where they are, but they've communicated enough that he knows that they've been fighting.

They're passive aggressive to say the least. This marriage is clearly not working anymore.

EDIT CUZ I REMEMBERED A THING:

It's worth noting that this is a time before smartphones. This comic was released in 1990, which was when pre-paid mobile phones had just started existing. Coverage isn't universal NOW, so back then it was even less, and Jack and Janet are archeologists (or archeologist adjacent?) so they're going to be in less developed and populated areas most of the time. It's unlikely they'd have consistent access to a functional phone that could call the states to talk to Tim regularly.

This isn't to defend their absence, because fuck that, but it's to give it some context. I don't think they were trying to ignore or abandon Tim. Communication was just not readily available and Janet seems to get wrapped up in work...and Jack's an asshole.

Also for note, Janet is probably the one sending Tim postcards in the first place. It being signed "Mom and Dad" is what makes me think that. Jack would have put himself first if he wrote it, it woulda said "Dad and Mom". That's admittedly pure speculation, BUT IT FITS SOOOOOO

My thought is if this were made modern, Janet would be sending extremely scattered texts and Tim would get next to nothing from Jack unless Janet prompted him.

END EDIT

(Fair warning, this story is a few levels of Yikes, but I'm gonna stay on topic)

Bad guy Obeah Man does...something? to the pilot, and they crash, and he has a group of people kidnap the Drakes and their assistant Jeremy.

Danger really puts some things in perspective, for Janet, at least. And that continues for her. Jack is a bit delusional and in denial, thinking he has any control of the situation.

They are tied up and filmed for ransom, their assistant killed right in front of them.

Jack just keeps raging, but Janet is having regrets. Notice how she doesn't cry until Tim is brought up. Could be nothing, could be something.

And then she dies.

Her only other major appearance is when Tim is having a fever dream from the Clench and everything is kind of okay for a minute.

Tim very clearly loves his mom. And we may not get a lot of characterization for her, but she's not cold or callous like people write her constantly.

And now, we finally have a little more about her as of Batman 134.

I haven't really been keeping up since the Gotham War stuff because What The Fuck Was That My Guy, but I recently saw this specific comic.

The multiverse is fucked up again, some way some how, and Bruce is lost (again) and Tim has to get him back (again). This time, Tim is going in after him. But he doesn't end up going straight to Bruce.

He goes to see an alt of his mom.

Tim missed her so much that he ended up going to her before Bruce.

And her immediate reaction is to run up and hug him. Does that look like a mother who doesn't love her son?

"Do you have anyone to take care of you?"

"I don't know how this happened, this miracle...but I just know, in my heart of hearts, it was to show me...that every version of my son is a good one."

Tell me again that this woman is heartless and didn't want her son, I fucking dare you.

And we get more meaning to the name "Robin" and a little crumb about Tim's grandmother. As a treat.

This is all to say, please stop writing Janet Drake as a cold, heartless bitch.

Small final note though: Jack Drake is, in fact, a shitty person and a shitty father. He does still love Tim and Tim loves him AND THAT IS NOT UP FOR DEBATE, but the relationship is a mess. If either parent is actively abusive, it's 1000% Jack "smashed a TV because my son wasn't listening to me and threatened Bruce Wayne at gunpoint" Drake. Probably part of why the marriage was falling apart.

Anyway, yeah, let's retire the "Jack and Janet Drake are Bad Parents" tag and replace it with "Jack Drake is a Bad Parent" and "Janet Drake's C+ Parenting" or something.

#DC Comics #Detective Comics #Batman #Robin #Janet Drake #Tim Drake

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feuerkindjana · 4 months

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We can move mountains, I'm sure of it.

I hope @davidjenks and everyone involved in the show feels loved and appreciated. We found community, we found friends, we found family, we even found ourselves thanks to OFMD.

I've been in fandoms for almost 30years, mostly on the fringes but still there to see things. I've never seen something like it. The closest I got to this is Terry Pratchett's and @neil-gaiman 's Good Omens, in terms of self discovery, mutual support, meta analytics and creativity. My long-standing love for The X-Files has led me down many ways and yes we love deep dives into meta, fanfic and art but I never felt as involved in fandom as I do now. I've seen shows cancelled way too soon and I'm still bitter about it (looking at Firefly, The Pretender and American Gothic), now I want to fight. We can't let our hearts be trampled on. We deserve to see our shows, our stories, play out as intended. Without devastating budget cuts and rewrites to appease some corporate suits that wouldn't know creativity and originality if it bit them in the arse.

I know I can't do much from Germany, were we don't even have season 2 and only got season 1 in June, on a shitty provider that doesn't represent the target audience at all. I will try though. I will not shut up about it, I'll donate, I'll create, I'll share and I will write mails/reviews/postcards.

Because this is important.

Because this is about belonging to something.

Once again: thank you @renewasacrew for being our beacon!

We need to be loud and proud (and polite) on all fronts. We need to be heard and seen.

IF THEY CAN CANCEL A FLAGSHIP SHOW THAT HAS TOP RATINGS AND OVER PERFORMS ALL OVER THE PLACE THEN NOTHING IS SAFE!

So, even those that are not Our Flag Means Death fans should consider taking action and join our fight.

Your favourite show might be next.

Find out more and learn how to get involved:

Petition link:

#ofmd #our flag means death #sign the petition #renew as a crew #renewasacrew #renew our flag means death #personal #if they can cancel Our Flag then nothing is safe #feel free to share this

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foolishlovers · 4 months

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hii could i request some of your favoruite human au fics? nothing specific :))

ahhh always!! i have so many!! 💜

Postcards From Paris by ghostrat (12k, G) Crowley has just moved into his Mayfair apartment and finds a postcard addressed to the previous tenant. With no return address, he's left to collect and read the mysterious A.Z.F.'s adventures across Europe, where he hunts for bizarre bibles and rates ridiculously expensive wine in his free time. The question is: How will A.Z.F. react when Crowley finally gets his return address and writes back? --- It was different, he knew, to accidentally read someone else’s postcard versus intentionally perusing one in place of good newspaper over coffee. Crowley decided he was allowed that indecency, to balance out the good deed of safeguarding the mail in the first place. He kicked his feet up onto his desk, scooped up the takeaway coffee that was brought around by their newest intern, and settled in to read some of the most densely crowded handwriting he’d ever laid eyes on.

London, Libraries & Love by wolftea (13k, E, WIP) Smiling warmly at the huddles of students, Aziraphale made his way over to Crowley, who was leaning against his desk. Crowley was dressed in layers of all black (as per usual), his red hair was tied back in a loose ponytail (not as usual, he often wore it down) and he was twirling Aziraphale’s fountain pen between his fingers. “Mister Fell.” Crowley drawled, but the warmth in his amber eyes and the upward curve of his mouth betrayed any attempt at appearing nonchalant. Aziraphale found himself grinning. How on Earth had he ever disliked this man? “Crowley.” He said, eyes crinkling as he plucked the pen out of Crowley’s hands and put it back by his notebook.

New Approaches by FeralTuxedo (19k, M) Aziraphale Fell, Professor of Creative Writing at Tadfield University, welcomes the attendees of the First Conference on New Approaches to Genre Fiction. Among them is keynote speaker and best-selling thriller author Anthony J. Crowley. Aziraphale has not seen him for twenty-five years. Sometimes, he can still feel the ghost of their parting kiss on his lips. Or: Exes reunite at academic conference. A Human University Professor/Author AU.

muddle through somehow by curtaincall (27k, T) Aziraphale Fell runs a successful food blog, Celestial Comestibles, where he shares mouthwatering recipes and heartwarming stories about his happy domestic life in a cottage with his husband and son. As promotion for his upcoming cookbook, his publishers run a contest: one lucky winner will get to spend Christmas with Aziraphale and his family. What the publishers don't know is that the real Aziraphale Fell is a single city-dweller. And if he wants to keep up his happily married persona, he'll have to acquire a cottage, husband, and son before Christmas. As it happens, his friend and neighbor Anthony Crowley has his nephew staying with him for the holidays. One fake marriage proposal later, and everything seems tickety-boo--as long as Aziraphale can keep from developing inconveniently real feelings for his pretend husband…

First Class (Hons) Christmas, University of Tadfield. by heloluv (41k, M) Dr. A.Z. Fell is a renowned literature tutor at the prestigious University of Tadfield. December is upon the University, and Dr. Fell is leading the Christmas Charity Drive. He needs volunteers. Dr. A.J. Crowley is a skilled plant ecologist who recently began his tenure at UoT. He can't stand Christmas, and nothing at all could ever possibly convince him to partake in "festivities". Until a certain literary expert catches his eye. A Christmas and New Years fic, in which Aziraphale teaches Crowley how to enjoy the most wonderful time of the year.

Fledging by FeralTuxedo (53k, M) Cool Dad was at the school gate again. Clambering out of his ridiculous sports car like a great big spider, all black denim and designer sunglasses. What a prat. He made his way towards the entrance, followed by his equally lanky son. All the mums' eyes were on him. Which was fine. At least they weren't staring at Aziraphale for a change. Cool Dad high-fived his son goodbye, because of course he did, then sauntered back to his car. Making it look so bloody easy. Aziraphale Fell is much too young to be looking after eleven-year old Pepper. He barely has his life together as it is, with his minimum-wage job and a half-baked dream of trading rare books for a living. And as if adopting a recently bereaved pre-teen isn’t enough, there are some rather more adult problems to navigate: playground politics, the shadows of his own childhood, and the growing question of how Crowley, the only other dad at the school gate, feels about him. A human AU/kid fic.

Golden Handcuffs by seekwill (70k, E) Far from any city, near the Scottish coast, Tadfield College has a celebrated history, an unrivaled academic reputation, and two departments at war. When the Biology and English departments are forced to share a building, Senior Lecturer and botanist Anthony Crowley finds himself drawn into the orbit of the polite but strange English professor, Dr. Aziraphale Fell. As the new term begins, two academics navigate the politics of both their offices and academia, and try to solve the puzzle of one another.

South Downs by summerofspock (76k, E) Blackballed from the industry ten years ago, Anthony Crowley jumps at the chance to star in a new Regency romance miniseries with well-known gay actor Aziraphale Fell in the hopes that it will help him restart his career. The trouble is, Crowley has played all sorts of characters and for the life of him, he can't figure out why he's struggling to play the romantic lead opposite a man.

Or Be Nice by charlottemadison (151k, E) Crowley and Aziraphale are neighbours. And…it does not go at all well, until it does. A human AU in which Aziraphale is a bookseller, Crowley is a drummer, and they are both petty disasters in the worst/best way. +++ “So what’s your deal?” “My-my-my deal?” Aziraphale stammered. “I’m a bookseller, is my deal.” “Oh,” Crowley replied, sounding as uninterested as it was possible to sound. “It’s just, I couldn’t help overhearing, and --” Aziraphale swallowed hard. “You really are an accomplished musician. But I thought -- for after 11PM -- perhaps we could reach some arrangement?” “Arrangement?” Aziraphale felt his his smile turning forced. “Such as, perhaps, playing the drums before eleven? Instead of after?” Crowley stared blankly at him. In fact he stared for so long that Aziraphale briefly wondered if he'd lapsed into ancient Greek again, which he was known to do in bad dreams or during panic attacks.

#i could probably make another 20 parts but!!#i wanna gush about all these individually ngl sjsjsj #anon #answered #good omens #good omens fic rec #good omens fanfic #good omens human au #aziracrow #aziracrow fic #foolish recs

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decadentpostnachos-evil-twin · 2 months

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Tamlin was a double agent to the king of Hybren. Please re read that bit again .

Let's unpack :)

Because I did read it again, and guess what? My opinion hasn't changed.

As we all know, Tamlin allied himself with Hybern in acomaf. Refreshing your memory on why he did that:

Feyre went to the Night Court in maf. Then sent a letter to Tamlin, who most likely still thought her illiterate at that time. So Tamlin went to get her back, not necessarily for his own interest and gain, but because he was genuinely in love with her, and might I remind you, Rhysand hasn't done much to look like a good guy in front of quite literally anyone outside of his Inner Circle. Tamlin was concerned for Feyre's safety and desperate enough to bargain with Hybern to get her back from the man who's known for his cruelty throughout all of Prythian. The same guy who served under Amarantha, tormented Feyre for his own amusement under the Mountain and sends chopped-off heads in favour of postcards, just to name a few. Tamlin thought Rhysand bad enough that he'd take a bargain with Hybern just to free Feyre from his clutches.

He admits to his attempts at trying to find a way to break said bargain after, as you can see in the text above.

Furthermore, Tamlin's alliance with Hybern had definite advances for Prythian, seen as he could provide intel on Hybern, which is vital in a war.

This right up there was the High Lord's meeting. Where, I'm gonna repeat myself to really drive that point home, Tamlin provided insider information on Hybern. Who else could have done that? Right, nobody.

This right here is Tamlin saving Feyre's ass. Just putting that out there. And risking his life going against the King of Hybern in the open. Did Rhysand do that under Amarantha? Break his "cover" to help Feyre out? I don't think so.

And last but not least, Tamlin joining the final battle:

And bringing Beron with him, might I add. Oh, and what's this? Another crumb of information Tamlin might have given?

The chance that it was him is 50/50 on that, but I'm still putting it here.

Summary:

In acomaf, Feyre was presumably abducted by Rhysand who is the villain of the story to quite literally everyone except for six people (himself included) at that point and really doesn't put any effort into redeeming that. So what does Tamlin, concerned lover do to help her? Well, first he goes to the Day Court, hoping for help to break the bargain Rhysand struck with Feyre. But that doesn't work out fast enough, and thinking Feyre might live in constant agony, he grasps for straws and turns to the only person he knows could break the bargain: The King of Hybern.

So this alliance came to be for the sole purpose of saving and protecting Feyre. He planned to break it off after. As we know, that did not work out, but Tamlin used it to his advantage by collecting information and providing the other High Lords with it.

Then he risks his life to save Feyre.

And then, he comes to their aid in the battle too, bringing the human army and Beron with him.

And then he saves Rhysand's life in the end. Literally.

So yes, Tamlin was a double agent. But no, he was not a double agent for Hybern. Not when he worked against them in favor of Prythian.

And last but not least:

Rhysand was a "double agent" too, under Amarantha. The difference being that he commited several atrocities during her fifty-year-rule.

Tamlin's ambivalence was helpful in the war against Hybern, possibly even vital. He served a purpose.

Rhysand? He did it for no further reason than to protect a city that had been hidden from everyone for millenia before. A city that did not need more protection, as opposed to the rest of his court. So him playing whore for Amarantha served no purpose. Literally none. Other than giving him an opportunity to play the martyr, maybe.

In conclusion, I would therefore recommend that you read it again. :)

#anti rhysand #anti rhys #pro tamlin #tamlin still rules #in tamlin we trust #tamlin acotar #tamlin rules

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bloomingkyras · 1 year

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Transcripts under the cut: (continue from here)

While waiting for the owner of the lot come to bring them the agreement, Taryn ask Jar’deen to sit at the bench near by the lot.

And this is the right time to talk about her dilemma.

Taryn: I need to talk about us..

Jar’deen: huh? What about us?? U don’t like what I was doing?

Taryn: No..no..not about that. I love what u did. don’t get me wrong.

Jar’deen: Then? What was the problem?

Taryn: I..I..Think..I’m not going with u. Jar’deen.

Jar’deen: Huh?? W..wait what?? Why??

Taryn: My application for University has arrived and I got the Course that I want and it will took 3 years to complete. And that why I can’t come with u. I’m Sorry..

Jar’deen: (he got up from the bench and turned his back to taryn.) Did our family know?

Taryn: Yes..before we when to Selvadorada..

Jar’deen:(he so frustrated) So, I'm the last person u told? I see...

Jar’deen: I feel like I'm just doing this in vain.

Taryn:( she got up from the bench and hold his arm) who said this is useless?

Jar’deen: Me..

Taryn: This is not useless Jar’deen. (she whisper to Jar’deen ear).It just…A Prank!

Jar’deen: Huh???? what again??Prank?? Say it again?

Taryn: It’s a prank..Wo..Don’t push me Jar”deen!! Ok Sorry…

Jar’deen: U prank me?? huh? Come here!

Taryn: Ok..sorry..sorry..

Jar’deen: U know Taryn..my mum was right about u..she said that u are my biggest support system after her..and when U tell me u want to leave me, I feel like this is useless..I feel I’m a fool trusting u..And now u tell me this is just prank? hmm..but u know what, Taryn..no matter what u want achieved, I will give u my support back. Cause I know that u wont leave me..

Taryn: (Jar’deen pull her hand) Wo..

Jar’deen:Come here

Taryn: I’m sorry..I didn’t mean to do this..I just don’t know how to tell u.I’m scared..so I decide not to go..Can I come and do my study with u? I can ask for online class if u give me the permission..

Jar’deen: Permission accepted Mrs Jar’deen.

Taryn: Mrs???

Jar’deen: hehe..

Jar’deen: So..will u move with me,soon to be Mrs. Jar’deen’s? Be my forever ?Built this house together? My love. I love u Taryn..

Taryn: I do..thank you. love u too. Mr.Jar’deen.

did he just propose her?? maybe yes maybe no...

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secretpostsposts · 2 months

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Hello so I have a question that I have been meaning to ask about for probably 2 days but what would happen if the brothers from your au (Beloved little brother AU) met my Troll au (One of the au about the infected au but mines a little different) my au isn't really in any app where you could ready cause I only use it when making up stories in my mind... I never write them cause I'm not a good writer... Anyways here's the version of branch in my AU (If you have any questions because this is kind off confusing then pls ask because I really wanna know how the brothers would react to this little au of mine)

Ok... someone dared him to go to the forest with a spear just incase the creature (The one that's supposed to be a myth lurking in the deep dark forest at night...which carries around a virus a dangerous one) is actually real...and stay in the forest for 2 hours....he never came back and went missing for 2 weeks...when they found him he looked different and acted more hostile... He was covered in blood... It didn't look like all of it was his... The thing they got disturbed the most was the Bite mark that had black veins growing.... Whatever happened in that forest and the days he was missing must have made him crazy with paranoia, anxiety, fear, and worry... he was still holding the spear he brought... it was covered in blood... his friends (The snack pack) surrounded him trying to reassure him that everything is going to be ok... but stepping forward towards him while he was near an edge of a cliff was really a bad idea... he must of been hallucinating from the way he looked at them... the last step back he took made him slip and fall from the cliff which he landed on spikes below piercing his body.... killing him...

But I saw how you don't like the idea of branch dying so let's change that to extremely injured if that makes it any better...

Note: he is grey with few scratches and bruises but the main problem in the Bute mark where he is infected... But considering we changed his fate to getting killed to extremely injured he would be contained in a containment room...

P.S: the reason why he went crazy is in the explanation... He didn't wanna kill or infected anyone else....

Effect/Symptoms: aggressive... Hungry... Crazy/insane...and hostile.... And other effects/symptoms (Cannibalism...)

That's all sorry if this is long...

John had a plan, he went for his other brothers, they would get Branch back and if necessary they would take him to Vacay Island where they could take care of him and keep him safe like they were supposed to do.

He went to Bruce first, he found him through the postcard; It was crazy to find out that he was married and had 13 kids, that was a shock to John; Then they went for Floyd, they were at one of his concerts, it was magnificent; finding Clay was more difficult, it took them 3 days to find Clay, it was a strange encounter, since they had to deal with Princess Viva, they didn't even know that she was not with the rest of the Trolls, she decided to go with them to find her sister Poppy, they were about to leave her alone because Viva was hesitant at the entrance of the sanctuary, John just wanted to go look for his baby brother, he didn't want him to be any further away from his siblings, his family who wanted him safe, but Viva he was making it FUCKING hard for them, he didn't like the girl for it, he could even see that Clay was upset with his "friend" for it.

So they arrived at Pop Village, they talked to some trolls but every time they talked about their Little Brother they went the other way, many ran in the opposite direction shouting for a Poppy, Viva got excited when she heard the name sister, she was alive and that made her made me very happy.

But they were in panic, worried and scared to death, afraid that their little brother would not be here, that it would be late and he would be... Gone.

But then Poppy arrived and a group of friends with a very stupid name approached them, King Peppy was with them, it was a nice family meeting between members of royalty, but Brozone just wanted to find his little brother, see him, hug him. just keep it safe.

When they asked about Branch, he could see how they smiled and all the joy was erased from their faces, Viva looked confused by that, Floyd sobbed by that.

John felt cold, while Bruce and Clay tried to calm Floyd down.

Poppy jumped up and said that Branch was alive and well, as far as he could be, that he was sick, and that they couldn't see him.

John told him that they were brothers, that they were his brothers, that they needed to see him.

One of Poppy's friends pointed to Floyd and asked him if he was Floyd, he obviously said yes and although Peppy didn't seem like he wanted to take them to Branch, Poppy did.

He took them to a bunker, his little brother's bunker, Branch's home, he showed them some rooms, those rooms screamed their names everywhere, just like the rooms at Grandma's house, Branch had copied the rooms, waiting for them to They came back, and now they are here, they just had to apologize and everything would be fine.

He took them to a deep place in the bunker, it was a large room and what looked like a large glass with small holes at the top for air and an even smaller door in which there was a broken plate with food lying around, it was dark at the end. , they couldn't see anything.

And then they saw a tail, John recognized that lock of hair, how many times did he not have to untangle the hair and that lock in the tail when Branch played on the branch at his house, always getting covered in leaves.

Floyd ran towards the glass, drawing Branch's attention, they went after him when something crashed against the glass with force. Clay fell to the floor from shock, Bruce walked away gasping and covering his mouth.

Floyd didn't move, his hands were still on the glass, he was pale, shaking and crying without saying a sound; John was at his side reeling in shock.

Poppy explains that Branch went to the forest because something or someone was being violent, a lot of trolls were scared because someone almost hit them, and Branch went to take care of it, and he didn't come back for 2 weeks, when they went to look for him they found him out of his mind, bathed in blood and that it was not his, at least not all of it, with a big bite on his arm, he was more paranoid than ever, he was violent and he was lashing out, they had to knock him out to bring him here, it was a room where Branch put aggressive animals wounded, where Branch would care for them and then release them.

John wasn't listening to her, he could only see his little brother, his sweet and innocent little brother, he looked bad.

His eyes that were so big and cheerful were cloudy, his pupil covered almost his entire eye, he could barely see the beautiful blue that was once there, his hair was a chaos, his teeth were all fangs and his skin, his arms were full. from a bite, and his mouth had blood.

His brother looked like a wild animal...

He had been eating himself, refusing to eat anything but meat, and even meat sometimes didn't feed him, or so Poppy said.

Branch was banging on the glass when he heard her speak, screaming like an angry animal.

"Branch..." Floyd spoke to him, and Branch stood still as an entrance, just looking at Floyd, and looking at the others, at Clay on the floor crying, at Bruce and John Dory.

"..YOU...ARE BACK..." Branch was smiling, tapping on the glass, John could ignore the blood and wounds; he would swear his baby brother was excited to see them, that he was happy to see his older siblings; as if this were normal

"Yes Branch, we're back." John put his hand on the glass, and his brother's bloody, clawed hand rests on top of his, smiling at his brothers.

I needed to write that, and I love seeing more of your Au, I'm not such a fan of the Infected stories that you've been doing, sometimes I don't understand the story because I lose the thread, so I don't understand them much (but I am a fan of the zombies), so I needed to write something because I like your work!

Well continuing with this, the brothers moved to the bunker (except Bruce who came and stayed for 2 weeks and then returned to Vacay Island), they took care of Branch, John Dory got a muzzle, because one time they tried to get him out of the cage ; They were furious, how dare they put their little brother in a cage like an animal, they are their brothers, they can handle it; So John got a muzzle, because he almost bit Clay when they tried to get him out, and with the muzzle it was easier, they healed his wounds and made sure he looked better.

Bruce fed him, but they had to tie him in an iron chair because the wooden one destroyed it easily, then it was difficult to feed him, because Branch refused, and he started biting his arms again, Bruce realized that Branch liked it. blood, so he started drawing blood with a syringe and a bag, when John Dory found out he did it himself and Floyd and Clay joined in, Branch looked like a child who was given his favorite milkshake when they served him a glass.

And then it was the food, he didn't eat anything, John Dory hunted animals and gave them to Branch, raw, because he didn't seem to like it cooked or sewn, and then he accidentally killed someone, John was shooting a fleet to hunt a small animal for his little brother's breakfast tomorrow, when someone passed by, it was dark, he didn't see it, but it wouldn't be his first death, but it would get him in trouble if someone found out, so he took him to the bunker, he had a fight with his brothers for bringing the corpse, and then, they don't know how Branch got loose, but Branch threw himself on the body, his brothers moved away by instinct, they could never be afraid of their baby brother, and Branch looked so happy eating the poor unknown troll , that they couldn't take that joy away from him, it was sad that some trolls disappeared, but his little brother needed to eat, no one can blame them for wanting to take care of his brother.

No one was allowed to enter the bunker, not Snack Pack, not Viva, Peppy, and much less Queen Poppy.

They don't mind killing as long as their brother can eat and be happy, he's calm when he has meat so he's easy to deal with, Floyd keeps saying it's like dealing with Branch when he was 2 years old.

They are his brothers.

They know how to take care of it...

This was what I had to post, and now it turns out that I deleted a previous question for the wrong answer and two more for deleting the wrong post, it's a sign of what my life will be like in my new cycle at the university (I have to come back on Monday god I have a headache)

And your owner is Au I would like to know more!

#trolls #trolls band together #brozone #trolls brozone #trolls branch #trolls john dory #trolls bruce #trolls clay #trolls floyd #trolls poppy #trolls viva #trolls snack pack #trolls peppy #trolls infection au #beloved little brother #I don't know if it counts as an infection

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blackfemmecharacterdependency · 3 months

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Why don't they sell book covers to the public as an industry? Like. I know that if you can find the artist you could get art from them, but like, they should have like prints of, for example

When you go to purchase a book and they ask if you want that thang hardcover or paperback, electronic or audio, there should ALSO be a selection of book cover prints that you can get.

And have all the versions that they will print available.

Like, maybe you only buy or rent the ebooks, but you can order postcard size covers for your personal collection.

Or you own a version of the book, but you also want a canvas print for your office or something.

I know that there are books out there where you can get that, but I think it oughtta be an available, easy to find, wherever you can find the books sort of thing.

And while I'm thinking about it: model credits...

Like, maybe they're somewhere in the book's acknowledgements, but I don't feel like I've seen them, and they rarely mention them on info websites for the books. Like, something like imdb, but they have models who've rendered their likeness to book covers that weren't drawn. I remember seeing on Instagram the model for A Song of Wraiths and Ruin when they were doing promos, and I've seen the model for The Shadowshaper Cypher (I feel like she had it in her bio at some point), but it isn't like information that I often just see and a lotta times you can't find it in a search.

Mainly though... I would like to be able to order artwork for books I may not necessarily need a physical copy of, or books I have a physical copy of, but enjoy the story or artwork so much that I also want just the art. Does this make sense?

Especially because so many books we have aren't gonna get a series or movies. I would like a bigger industry for book cover art. Or for someone to point me in the direction of it if it's out there like that.

#Nesha Chats #book covers #book cover art #book models #books #black books #black art

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noroi1000 · 10 months

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Hiiii 🙋‍♀️ Can you write an one-shot which reader is Gojo's one year junior in Jujutsu tech? I can't stop thinking him with a silly kouhai who annoys him first but matchs %100 with his energy afterwards. I don't have a specific scene between them, i just wanna see them a little bit stupid and cute together 😅 i think he needs a break and reader can be an escape where he can be himself rather than the strongest 🤷🏼‍♀️ on my mind, in some point reader starts growing feelings for him but doesn't wanna accept because of his power and looks. She doesn't think she would even be a choice so she always rejects the idea of loving him but at the same time wanna be his friend forever 'cause she sees, he is happy and relaxed with her. But by the time her feelings that kept unaccepted grow harder and harder so staying as friends becomes harder too 😬 i know it's a detailed "non-specific" idea but this is the baseline of the story that keeps turning on my mind. I would become really happy to read a story like this written by you 😇 btw can it be sfw? But fluffy kisses and touchs are very appreciated 🥰 just can not imagine them in an intimate scene like in smuts for now 😬

The sun and the cloud

Senpai Gojo x kohai reader

Summary: Your senpai is like a cloud. Sometimes white and happy. Sometimes black and angry.. You were his sun. His escape from a bad life as a Jujutsu sorcerer.You wanted to be his friend forever. However, you seem to have fallen in love with him...

"This bird is strange... It's such a flying white fluff! It's so small, how can it fly? It's so small and fluffy... Don't you think it looks weird being so white with those black eyes?"

You looked at your senpai who was looking at a picture of a bird he found in a postcard display.

You looked at the bird in the picture and then he has it.

This bird reminded you of something... Or rather, it reminded you of someone...

"It looks like you, senpai." You said right away when you realized that this white bird with black eyes looks like him.

He has white hair and wears his black glasses.

He looked at you with a raised eyebrow. You chuckled softly at his reaction.

"...Really (y/n)?"

You took a step back and covered your mouth with your hand as you saw his reaction.

Before he changed his reaction, you pulled away, knowing what was about to happen.

Then his hands shot up at you, pinching your cheeks.

"You can be a hamster if you want! If you think I'm that bird!" he laughed, stretching your cheeks.

"Szzenpai–" you mumbled, unable to speak normally because he was holding your cheeks.

You reached for his sleeves, holding the fabric in your hands.

"Have you had enough, little kohai? Are you giving up?" He chuckled, looking at you with a winning smile.

He released you as your fingers reached for his wrists.

He didn't care that you were in the store.

He just acted like him.

With a smile, he turned sideways to you, wanting to indicate that he wanted to go.

"Because you're tall, sometimes you look like a weasel or a ferret." You said suddenly and he stopped, looking at you with a fake annoyance on his face.

He reached out to you as you laughed, and put his arm over yours, pulling you closer to him.

That was your close senpai/kohai relationship.

And that relationship was perfect for you.

You were his escape from his worries. He adored you as his kohai. You were sweet and funny.

Sometimes you laughed at him or made jokes. But it never happened that you pulled away from him.

You matched his emotions.

You always spent time with him.

And it was very nice for him.

You always made him feel better.

Your sometimes goofy behavior was comforting to him.

That's why he immediately chose you as his favorite kohai. He was only a little older than you. So at your age it was normal.

And you hoped it would be like this until the end. That you will be friends until the end. You will rejoice and mourn together. Cry and laugh. That you will share hours of life together. Talk and spend time. Have fun together.

However, you were also afraid of one thing... that it wouldn't work.

However, your senpai keeps showing you that no matter what happens, you can be by his side.

And it's been like that since you were in school.

From the first year you got there.

Your sincere smile directed at him shone across your face. That's why he was smiling too.

When he was depressed or sick, you cheered him up. You were there, asking what was going on and if there was anything you could do for him. You wanted to be a good kohai for senpai. And then you started talking to him. Talk to him. You brought him candy. He just knew right away that you were his little sun of a smile.

You could grieve with him. You were laughing with him. All. You matched him. And you knew when was the perfect time to laugh. Make him a little nervous.

And even if he did, he couldn't be mad at you.

You were very cute, and you always laughed at what was supposed to be funny.

That's why he couldn't be angry with you.

Just like you stole his newly bought lollipop. And you put it in your mouth, smiling ominously. He looked like a sad, pissed-off cat. And he just opened your mouth, pulled out a candy on a stick, and took it for him.

It was the first time you blushed after...

It was normal for him to eat your food or drink your drink.

You too were able to do something like this. But you never thought he'd be able to share a lollipop with you...

He just took the sweet into his mouth.

Not caring that you just sucked it in your mouth.

It wasn't disgusting to him. He just took what was his.

You felt like you were giving him an indirect kiss right now....!

That's why you blushed.

"what's wrong?" he asked, pulling the lollipop out of his mouth and holding it between his fingers.

"N-Nothing!"

"Why are you blushing?" He leaned down a little so his face was level with his.

That cocky smirk...!

It was so annoying at times, but that smirk was also cool at times. It suited him.

You didn't even want to say that his smirk was handsome!

But it was!

"Just something I remember..." you replied, turning sideways to him.

"Oh? Really?" approached you from the front. "Because I thought it was the indirect kiss we had through the lollipop."

His damned perceptiveness!

He suddenly brought a lollipop to your lips, lightly tapping your lip with the candy.

"Look how red you are! It's just an indirect kiss!" He laughed before taking his lollipop to his lips.

You pushed his face away with your hands, watching his cheek being deformed by your fingers.

He chuckled and pulled the candy stick out of his mouth, pulling your hand away to quickly lean over. And placed a quick kiss on your forehead.

"It's not an indirect kiss anymore~" he hummed before taking the lollipop again.

This is his game! This cannot be taken seriously! Such jokes also happen!

You pushed the glasses up his nose with your fingers, making it stick to his face.

"Ow!" He groaned as he adjusted his glasses.

You turned on your heel, pretending to be offended.

He ran over to you, placing a large hand on your head.

"I was joking! (y/n), don't be mad at me!"

He could be himself with you.

Could have been him. He could be what he wanted to be.

Do what he wanted.

You were his escape from the gray reality.

Sorcerer job sucks when it comes to death and combat.

That's why after missions, he would come to you. So that he can meet his sunshine in the dark life of a sorcerer.

And he was a white cloud to you.

While you were the sun, he was the cloud. The cloud is sometimes white, sometimes gray and sometimes black. Just like his humor. He is happy, sad or angry.

Same with you. You were a sorcerer too. But he saw only his sunshine in you.

Because you couldn't be anything else in his life. You were his sweet refuge for warmth. Running away from the cold of life.

Straight to you.

Your little cloud was so handsome and kind... You liked him so much. He was so powerful. He had everything.

And you already knew that the more time you spend with him, the more you feel like you won't be able to be a 100% friend at some point.

Because right now, you started to have feelings for your senpai. Feelings you never thought you'd get...

Especially to him.

To the funny senpai you've been living with since you met in school.

The more you looked at him, the more you felt it.

That something inside you is starting to love him...

You reject it as hard as you can.

Because it didn't make sense... He's powerful. He is one of the strongest sorcerers... Perhaps the strongest... He looks so good...

How could you be with a guy who looks like that and has so much power? It's not real!

You made him feel like he had a friend in you! You didn't want to give him anything else because he probably didn't want that!

You were just supposed to be his friend!

You were supposed to be His refuge from gray days!

How could you fall in love with him?

Every time I look at him, you start to feel the same... The feeling that you love him...

You tried to throw it away. So.

But by rejecting all feelings for him, you would reject him completely... And you wanted to be his friend!

You wanted to stay with him!

But you didn't want your heart to tell you to love him...

You were afraid of this...

He won't accept you...

He won't let you love him... He won't love you...

You just know it...

You don't want to ruin his happiness and his relaxed attitude around you...

You just don't want...

"We can talk?"

His voice snapped out of his thoughts. Your eyes widened as you stared at him as he stood next to you. You were sitting on your bench in the classroom.

"Gojo-senpai...?" You nodded, looking at him with wide eyes.

"I'd like to talk to you about something." he called again, looking into your eyes.

You didn't answer or give him any sign.

So he figured it was something he would do anyway.

He took a chair that was nearby and sat across from you.

Putting your feet under the table on either side of yours.

If you want to escape quickly, you will fail because he will prevent you.

"You're acting weird." He said calmly. "And it's been like that ever since with the lollipop..."

He scratched his nape.

"'Cause you know... I have one feeling I can't get rid of...

You looked at him questioningly.

"I also want to tell you something... But I can't..." he sighed. "Then maybe I'll show you what I want to show you. And also in this way I will ask you if this is also the case for you."

He suddenly stood up and cupped your cheek with his hand. To put his lips on yours.

You were surprised when he did it.

But when he didn't stop, you realized he was serious.

His eyes were closed as he didn't move away from you.

your senpai...

Has he gone mad?

You were all that mattered to him.

But you weren't his lover... That's why he wanted to change that.

And he knew he succeeded when you placed your hands on his cheeks without hitting him. Just holding him.

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #gojo #jjk x you #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader

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dlstmxkakwldrlarchive · 5 months

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A Shawol met ONEW during his stay in Bali and shared her meeting!

Now that I'm sure Onew has left Bali, it's my story time! How I accidentally met my idol for 13 years, SHINee's Onew!!!

I don't know Onew will come to a public event in Bali, so I thought I will keep this story with me forever. But he was so kind to everyone, and I want to share this from a fan perspective that if you genuinely support someone, the universe will collide to help you meet them one day.

I came to Bali for work, and after a whole tiring week, I extended my stay with a few colleagues to have a little vacation. We wanted to eat Pho cause it's been raining a lot. Almost went to a different restaurant, but due to traffic, we changed it to a closer Vietnam restaurant in Canggu. I was sleepy the whole time until I saw a familiar-looking korean guy walked in front of my table. It took me a good 3 seconds to literally froze and gasp loudly knowing it was Jinki. My friend thought I lost smth (as usual) . They got startled as well, but can u blame me?

He sat right behind our table, and I went outside to catch some breath. No kidding, my heart stopped, I had goosebumps all over my body, and my hands were trembling hard. There was a bookstore right beside the restaurant, so I bought 2 postcards to write him a letter and maybe ask an autograph [...] (OP was sitting in front of ONEW and was very nervous) In the middle of that chaos, I tried to calmly write a letter on that postcard. I wanted to say a LOTTTTTTT of things, but nothing comes to mind than wishing him good health. [...] (OP tries not to make uncomfortable ONEW and just let it go, she goes on with her dinner normally, talks to her friends and tries not to stare ONEW. ONEW noticed her at the very end and her Boss said to her 'Go it's your time!')

🤓: Are you Onew by any chance?

🐰: *nods* sign?

🤓: Yes, *freeze* I'm SHINee fan since 2013

🐰: ^^ Do you have a pen?

🤓: Yes, yes. *give the marker*... Can I take a picture?

He makes a cute and pity face that says he can't. Tbh I expected just as much

🤓: That's okay😊 I understand

While he sign, my boss (note that he's an ahjusshi) told him "She was afraid to ask you before haha"

🐰: Ah really~ 😂 Do you have a cell phone?

🤓: Phone? What for?

🐰: Picture~

OP says he acted very kindly, said they had to retake their pic a few times, because she was nervous, her hands were trembling too but ONEW patiently stayed there until they got the perfect selfie

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#231121 #shinee #onew #lee jinki #jinki #long hair #with: shawol #fanaccs #hellothere95 #hard era

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libraford · 3 months

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I have encyclopedias from the 1970's that are broken and falling apart. I want to get rid of them but I don't know how and they belonged to a now dead family member do I feel like I'm disrespecting them by getting rid of them. The fact I have autism and adhd which causes me to form emotional attachments to everything does not help the guilt complex.

I'm going to wax a little poetic here because my animism intersects with memory objects and because I'm the family archivist and keeper of ephemera.

Books, papers, cards, dried flowers... will all turn into dust eventually. I have photos from WW1 that are discolored from animal glue. I have war ration stamps from WW2 that have come loose from their backing paper because the paper itself is crumbling.

Your encyclopedias hold memories, but they are not memories. They are paper.

When my grandmother saved things, she did a wide range- often it was clippings from the newspaper, but sometimes the entire newspaper was saved. Some it makes sense- like the paper from the date we entered the war. Other times... she saved whole papers but we're not sure why. We think it was because they were important dates like her graduation date, but we're not sure.

It tells a story, but we're not sure what the story is. It's hard for me to tell where the soul of it is and it tells me less about my grandma than I would like. Not the way that the valentine's from grandpa or postcards from France tell a clear story. Easy to find the soul in it.

If you can find it in your heart to do so, I might suggest taking scissors to the encyclopedias and cutting out articles that remind you of that person. Something they loved to talk about, something attached to the memory of them. Or if they made notes in the margins, that's a favorite.

Use acid free glues and papers to make a scrapbook from these articles. They will be easier to preserve as small items than as whole books and this tells the story of the person you remember. This has their soul, which the books house. When you think you've made so etching that reflects them, you can throw them out because the soul isnt there anymore- it's in the scrapbook, and in the time you spent making it.

Depending on what they're made of, I believe you can put them through regular recycling. Or you can deconstruct them further for other projects.

I understand if you don't want to do this. It's a big step, it's quite a bit of work, and it can be emotionally hard. But I really feel like my time going through their scrapbooks has made me feel closer to them. And I think that if you can make their story out of articles about this person, then further down the line you can more easily tell their story and bring them back for a little while.

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