#and the different paths that a person can take on their journey to reach understanding of all four elements

[keishawantskisses]

hi, i sent this question to another blog a few weeks ago, but I didn’t receive a response. perhaps the person didn’t see my question or didn’t know how to help me with it… 🫤

of course, i don’t want to make you uncomfortable, and it’s perfectly fine if you choose not to answer it.

i’ve been part of the community since I was 14 years old, and now, in just a few months, I’ll be 17. i’ve never shifted before or experienced any “minishift” (at least, I’ve never noticed anything different in my reality).

honestly, i’ve never really cared about age when it comes to shifting. i’ve held onto the hope that I’d shift before turning 18, so I could experience a normal teenage life in various realities I’d love to explore before reaching that milestone. take dating, for instance—not that my goal is to have a boyfriend in my desired reality. i simply want to embrace everything that reality has to offer, and I don’t judge those who choose a different path.

but with this, comes that… i have a specific script that I’ve been refining over the years so that when I shift, I can go there. while I haven’t shifted yet, I keep making adjustments to the script. In this script, I have a boyfriend who is the same age as me in that reality (16 years old). he’s been my boyfriend since I created the script, and I’ve never replaced him with anyone else.

now, I’m almost 17 years old, and I still haven’t shifted. the shifting community has this sort of ‘prejudice’ against adults shifting to a reality where they date a teenager. they believe it’s wrong to shift to a reality where your mind is that of an adult, but you’re in a relationship with a teenager. i’ve been worried about this for a week now. i keep wondering, ‘Will I shift before turning 18?’ I don’t want to leave my partner in that reality, but according to the shifting community, it’s considered wrong.

but what about me? how will I be? what if I can’t change before turning 18? Will I have to give up that reality? And before someone tries to give me a ‘magical solution,’ it’s not so easy for me to just ‘change his age.’ after all, it’s set in a school environment (everything in that reality revolves around that teenage setting). It’s strange for us to see young adults aged 19 or 21 attending a school, as they should be in college, not high school.

i’ve been torturing myself with this for days, afraid that I’ll never change, and when I finally do, it’ll be after I turn 17. And right after that, I’ll have to give up my partner because I won’t be a teenager anymore; I’ll be an ‘adult’ in that reality.

i would like to be able to ask (with all due respect), for any advice or anything. i am afraid and worried, and anything you can tell me could make a big difference for me. I have been following you for some time, and I trust your help.

i hope you can understand, as I had to use a translator since I am not a native speaker.

that’s all. i hope you have a good day or a great afternoon. may the God you believe in protect you < 3

Hi sweetheart!! I've just read through your ask and I just want you to know first and foremost, that everything you are worrying about is so so valid, but at the same time there is no need to worry about it at all. Let me explain why.

As you and I both understand about shifting is that it is everyone's own personal journey (this also goes for the law of assumption), which means everyone will experience their journey however way they believe is right. But in your case (and in many others), you've seemed to fall into the trap of taking a bunch of people's own beliefs as scripture in fears that you might violate their belief; even though a big chunk of you hungers and aches to experience a specific reality.

I can tell you I have been where you are right now, so I know how you feel, babe😭 and I also want to take that weight off your back and let you know their beliefs do not have to control you and where you want to shift to and what you want to experience. The whole "adults shifting to a reality where they are a minor is wrong" is nonsensical, stupid, and hella silly. For example, There is nothing wrong with being 23 and shifting to be a high schooler again just to relive old memories or do some things differently, because all you are doing is becoming aware of a version of you who is having a bomb ass high school life.

Okay, well, what about the situation you're going through right now. Where you are turning 17 this year, but you are worried that you won't shift before you turn 18; and your boyfriend in your desired reality is 16 but you are still suck on this rule that the shifting community has made where "it is wrong to shift to a reality where you are younger when in this reality you have the mind of an adult." First of all, please let me make sure you guys understand what the process of shifting is. Shifting is when you make the conscious or subconscious decision to become aware of a specific reality. This means you are shifting your AWARENESS. NOT YOUR MIND🙏🏾

Which means that if you are an adult in this reality but you shift to a reality where you are a minor, you will NOT be shifting your adult mind into the body of your teenself. You are shifting your awareness of this reality, into another one. Also another thing. As far as I am concerned, you awareness doesnt have an age🧍🏿‍♀️ just because you might be 32 here and you shift your awareness to a reality where you are 16, does NOT AND I REPEAT. DOES NOT MEAN YOU ARE STILL GOING TO BE MENTALLY THIRTY-TWO.

Okay, so now we've debunked that👆🏾, what about your other issue. You are afraid that because you haven't shifted yet, you won't get to experience the teenage life in various different realities before you reach 18 which is your milestone. And I can already see 2 small problems. 1 is you are basing what you believe might happen on past failed attempts, and 2 is you are rushing yourself

I know how we can solve both of these issues at once. Change your mindset! And this is not hard to do, I promise, okay? I want you to do what you would normally do when you intend to shift realities, which in this case is affirming but anytime you are awake and have the time to. Literally, you could be sat doing your homework, doing dishes, having a nap, or going for a jog, and while you are doing whatever it is you are doing, affirm to yourself:

"I am a master shifter" or "I believe I am a master shifter", "I always wake up I my dr", "I am always shifting to my desired reality" "Shifting realities is easy for me" and one you can just remind yourself is "I will shift before I turn 18"/"I will shift before my milestone"

The purpose of this is to make yourself believe in yourself and your abilities. It should put your mind at ease because the more you affirm to yourself, the more you will believe what you affirm, and there for you will succeed because you believe you will.

I hope this helps you out and lots of love to you!

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[bigbroemen]

you know im starting to think that all this mulling over the disparity and intersectionality inheret to yin and yang and the four elements is less of a hobby funtime hyperfixation and more like a. im discovering the source of my ideology and spirituality

#talk #recently ive been realizing that playing with the different combinations of #active yin and yang (the self. action. by the means of. water and fire) #and passive yin and yang (the world. perception. for the purpose of. earth and air) #and the different paths that a person can take on their journey to reach understanding of all four elements #is a fantastic way to imagine up three dimensional characters. locations. histories. cultures. arcs. stories. #even after achieving all four elements; how do the elements that a character began with that most identify that character? #which elements does a person have? which elements are they missing? how does this create conflict? #line up the elements of a locale (a vast night city. practically unknowable via all its small pieces but easily perceptible as a whole. #THE WORLD. the earth is the foundation of the city. buildings. networks. infrastructure. the air is the freedom of the city. #people doing as they please. gusts of wind blowing on rooftops. lights beaming and flickering separately but as a whole) #with an arc that your character(s) need to experience to learn an element (for characters who have yet to understand the pure #vastness of the world [no earth or air]. for characters who love the freedom but cant stand the form that its built on [only air]. #for characters who are familiar with the infrastructure but dont know how to set themselves loose into what it offers [only earth]. #and then characters who are equipped to embrace the city in full and offer guidance to the other characters when prompted [earth and air]) #ive been setting my mind LOOSE in it and the ONLY thing that i get is interesting and dynamic and real ideas. #it is an absolute story building gold mine and it is by design that its a gold mine

[kyber-crystal]

scarlet ibis (songbird) || anakin skywalker

summary: they say the purest love takes the longest time, and your story is nothing short of that. there’s fragility within beauty and to him, you’re a mosaic of stained glass (alt title: 5 times you call anakin skywalker by his last name, and 1 time you finally call him by his first.)

words: ~3.2k

warnings: angst, mild violence, mentions of blood + death (but no major character death dw), two oblivious idiots in love

a/n: 2nd place fic from my mini poll! not my best work LOL, but i think this is one of my favorite fics i've written (so far). i've had this in drafts for about a year or so as well...

one

It was safe to say that even a nanosecond of interacting with Anakin Skywalker made your blood boil. 

He knew just how to push all your buttons and you hated it. How could one person exist for seemingly one purpose only—to piss you off—you didn’t understand it and weren’t sure if you ever would. “Loyal Jedi” my ass. 

If you were the first person to speak up during meetings, he was also the first to counter your points and shoot you down. If you were late to meals in the mess hall, he took the last roll of bread, so you’d have to wait an extra half hour for more to come out. If you were dueling together, he would always point out every microscopic flaw in your technique. You were sure that your head would explode at any moment by his existence alone.

This is so ridiculous—you’re ridiculous.

“You know I can hear you, right?” Anakin glanced at you in his peripheral vision. “Don’t be mad because my plan worked, and yours didn’t. There’s this thing called accepting defeat.”

“Just because I don’t do things the way you do doesn’t mean they’re wrong.”

“They’re not wrong, but they’re not safe. You can’t declare safety compromisation a success. There’s a clear difference between the two.”

You scoffed. “Since when did you, out of all people, account for safety?”

“I should be asking you the same thing.”

“You’re not answering my question.”

“And you’re not answering mine, either.” He reaches behind his ear and turns his comms on. “Now are we going to head home or what?” 

“Aye aye, General,” you responded sarcastically, rolling your eyes. “Let’s embark on the journey of a lifetime.” 

Awkward silence pierces the air like a dozen tiny needles, but you’ll take it over arguing with a wall any day. You knew what you were fighting for and why. You were confident in your actions and believed you always stood on the right side. 

Except, he didn’t. 

It was a quick two day recon and you got the job done in half the allotted time. In and out faster than you could blink. Of course, Anakin would find fault in that one way or another…and he did. You got caught as you were escaping…dragging the mission duration out by an extra day.

Granted, you were only delayed by a few hours, but it was enough to upset him. You couldn’t even feel the ropes digging into your wrists after hour two, anyway. But from the moment he broke in and saw the first speck of blood on you, a look of fury flashed across his eyes. I’d be surprised if he had even half a heart under all that thick skin, you grumbled to yourself. He’ll slice at anything that moves. 

“You know—” Anakin’s voice breaks through the tension-filled air. He wants to say something else, but the words get stuck in the back of his throat and his tongue goes numb.

“I don’t care.” You pick at your scabbing wounds, not caring that they’re starting to sting and peel all over again. Before he can catch you doing so, you tug your sleeves over them and grit your teeth. “We got the job done, Skywalker, that’s all that matters.”

two

Maybe it was time to stop trying to commit mass murder on the punching bags. They weren’t going to do anything except break after two minutes of merciless attacks. 

Hopefully…you wouldn’t get in trouble for the glass vase that happened to get in your path. Nobody ever bothered to wander to the west wing of the Temple often enough to notice, anyway.

As you clenched and unclenched your fists, the cracks in your knuckles slowly started to stretch out like thin, red spiderwebs. The dots of brilliant ruby seemed to glitter among the pristine flooring—almost like they were meant to be there from the start. 

With every shard you threw away, the cracks and fury dug themselves further into your skin, threatening to explode.

You didn’t even need to look up afterward to know his scalding gaze was on you again.  

“Are you trying to get an infection?”

“Fuck off.”

He ignored your biting reply and kneeled down to clean up the mess. Once he was done, he stood back up and grabbed you by the wrist, leading you down the hall to his quarters.

As soon as he sat you down at the edge of his bed, you shot him a death glare. “What in Force’s name is your problem?”

“My problem,” Anakin replied, “is that you’re about to bleed all over the place. Let me help.”

“I don’t need fixing, Skywalker,” you snapped. “It’s just a cut.”

Anakin raised a brow at you, then looked down at your hands. “Too bad, I think you do. Broken glass will buryinto places you don’t expect.”

“Then you’re severely underestimating what I’m capable of. So let me go,” you snapped, jerking your wrist out of his grip. You unfortunately did this too fast, and hissed in pain as a result. “I’m fine.”

Sighing, the young Jedi reaches for the bacta pads next to him and works carefully to patch you up. He pretends not to notice the tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. Or the way you pick at the skin by your thumb, or the way your left foot taps the floor in a nervous rhythm. He pretends not to notice everything you do, but you’re everywhere. It frustrates him because he can’t escape. 

“Why do I have a feeling that exterminating the centuries-old vase of magic and splendor wasn’t in your original plan?”

“I was,” your voice wavers, fingers twitching. He notices this, too. “Leave me be.”

Shadows of the late afternoon light dance across the bridge of your nose, and he lets himself stare for a bit longer than normal. And…being who you two are, neither of you realize the fact.  

“You can go now, if you want,” he finally says after the sun begins descending into the horizon. “But make sure not to overexert yourself again.”

You don’t move. You stay there; quietly sitting in the middle of his room with glistening cheeks. Anakin doesn’t bother asking you to leave a second time. 

A fallen angel trapped in an endless prison; a halo and fractured wings that rendered her unable to fly. And yet, amidst all that death and despair, nothing could mar her beauty.

He feels those same little spiderwebs running through his palms, and he feels them shorten. Just a little bit.

three

The halls of the Temple were eerily quiet early in the morning. You would expect more Jedi to be up before the sun rose, but today, all activity had seemed to stop. Gathering the ends of your cloak into your arms, you made a careful climb up onto the rooftops to watch the sunrise. 

It seemed like you weren’t the only one who had this in mind, though.

“The hell are you doing at this hour?” 

“I could ask you the same exact thing,” Anakin replied as he stood up and turned around to face you. “You’re going to fall.” 

“I’m fine, don’t—” You let out a small squeak as you lose your footing and slip. Luckily, though, he catches you in time by wrapping an arm around your waist and holding on tight. Fire shoots through your veins at the feeling of him pressed up against you. “Let go of me, Skywalker!”

Once he leads you to where you can get more stable footing, he lets you go. But even then, there’s a hand that hovers over the small of your back. 

Brilliant bursts of sunlight stream over the horizon and wash over the world in pale red and pink. It stops you from saying something snarky to Anakin because you’re speechless at the breathtaking sight above. 

“I have…something for you,” he clears his throat. “—And don’t hit me. I’m not trying to poison you.” 

“Okay…?”

He reaches into his cloak pocket and pulls out what appears to be jewelry of some kind. 

“How many innocent beings did you kill to get this? Please don’t tell me it was smuggled. Or that you robbed someone for it. I can’t keep something like that.” 

“Y/N.” 

“What?”

“Do you…like it?”

You paused and took one good look at the necklace in his hand. It had to be the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen in all twenty years of living, and even that was an understatement. A teardrop-shaped, deep vermillion stone encased by tiny, glittering jewels—it was as if he had captured the stormclouds himself. It was perfect—too perfect, almost. 

Your voice came out in a whisper. “It’s so pretty.”

He takes a careful step to stand behind you in response. His fingers brush against your neck as he puts the necklace on, and fireworks explode behind your eyes.

Without another word, you turn towards him and rest your chin on his shoulder. He pulls you closer, and your heart feels a little fuller than before. 

four

The warzone was an ugly place. 

If hell was a real thing, this had to be it. The sky is bleeding red and each burst of lightning splits it further apart, the smell of death swirling around with the debris. Battle droids push forward in a stampede and you try your best to ignore the sickening crunch of bone beneath their metal feet. You squeeze your eyes shut as you tighten your hold around your lightsaber and pray to every god out there in the universe because war was cruel and mean and you just wanted to go home and sleep forever because anything, absolutely anything, was better than the suffering you were having to endure now. 

When the shot originally meant for Anakin hits you in the side, you’re unable to fully comprehend the pain because your brain won’t let you. You force yourself to keep going. Pain was temporary…you’d deal with the aftermath later. You could afford to.

What feels like hours passes by and the gunfire doesn’t stop. The incessant ringing in your ears is something you’ve forced yourself to grow accustomed to. 

“Y/N!” Anakin’s voice manages to cut through the howling winds. “You need to—”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before a grenade detonates near you and throws you against the walls. A searing pain shoots through your body at the impact and the world tilts on its axis. Scarlet seeps into your tear-stained vision and suddenly, the whole world is drenched in blood.

This was it…

If you were going to die now, it would be as far from pretty as you could possibly get. 

It’s another slow few minutes before he finally finds you slumped against the stone. Somehow, you manage to shoot him a small smile before wincing. “Took you long enough to get here.” 

“You…”

“Oh, wow, I’ve been shot,” you let out a dry laugh, pressing a hand over your wound. The color immediately drained from his face as he saw blood seeping through your fingers. “That’s a whole lot of red.”

He crouches down next to you to assess your state, pressing the commlink in his ear as he does so. “Why is it that you’re always getting hurt?” 

“My middle name is Trouble, that’s why.” You cough, and more red drips down your lips. “Trouble follows me around wherever I go.”

“It’s not fair,” Anakin mumbled under his breath, applying pressure to your torso as you wince again. “I’m supposed to be jumping in front of bullets for you and getting close to being blown up, not the other way around.” 

“I decided that your massive ego needed a little break so I took the workload for you,” you snarked. “Happy now, Skywalker?”

For the first time ever, he doesn’t bite back with an equally sarcastic response. You don’t question it. “No. I’m not.”

The returning journey's dead silent, save for your labored breathing due to your cracked ribs. You try to sit up, but he places a firm hand on your shoulder to keep you from moving. 

“I told you I’m fine—”

“You need to rest,” he exhales, the distress and tiredness evident in his eyes. “Please.”

“Okay…”

Wordlessly, Anakin reaches over to cup his hands over yours and and brings them to his lips. A pleasant sense of warmth overtakes you and you can almost pretend like the ship’s heater isn't broken and you’re melting, little by little. And if you look closer, you can see clusters of galaxies and shooting stars behind his steel blue eyes. The thought alone comforts you and starts to lull you to sleep. 

His eyes shift to the necklace; the gemstone sits still against your sternum as your chest rises and falls. Beauty among chaos. He wonders every day how such stark differences can coexist in a peaceful manner. 

“For what it’s worth,” he murmurs long after you’ve drifted off, “I never really hated you.”

five

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

You placed your hands on your hips as you observed the pitiful scene before you. The Jedi Order could host extravagant events and use expensive artillery and clones, but wouldn’t account for comfortable sleeping accommodations. Making a mental note to politely complain to Master Windu, you let out a long sigh. 

“If I stretch out, I’ll fall off,” Anakin pointed out as he too stared at the small queen bed (you were sure it was a twin, though). 

“I’d fall off, too.”

“You know what…I’ll take the floor. I don’t want to hear you complaining about back pain in the morning.” 

He was about to take his pillow and toss it to the floor before you grabbed his wrist. “Are you nuts? I can’t let you do that.”

“Then what do you want me to do?” 

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t know, share the bed without kicking me in the middle of the night?”

Both of you stopped and stared at each other at this. 

“The audacity you have to say that when you’re the kicker…” Anakin began. 

“I’m using the bathroom first.” You pushed past him to go wash up. “Don’t be a bed hog, Skywalker.”

Minutes later, you’re both settled in under the covers and have fallen into a comfortable silence. The only things you can hear are the crickets chirping outside and Anakin’s steady breathing. If you ignored the fact that you were on a mission and crammed into an incredibly tiny motel room, you could imagine that this was a peaceful weekend getaway to some tropical planet. 

You’re the first one to break the silence and speak up. “Do you wonder when the war will end? Or if it’ll end at all?”

“All the time.” He rolls over on his side to face you. “And what I’d do afterwards.”

“Where would you go?”

Anakin hums for a moment before responding. “I don’t know. You?”

“I’d go back to Naboo. To the lakes, where the water is so clear you can see your future, and the roses are redder than your face under the summer sun. Padme would take me there all the time when we were younger.” 

“I think I’d follow you, then.”

“But there’s sand, and lots of it,” you laughed. “Are you sure?”

“I’d be willing to bear its coarse, rough, and irritating qualities for you. Only once, though. I have my limits.”

Your heart warms at the mini confession. “I wish we could just end everything now. Call off the troops, sign a few treaties or something…end the war. I’m tired of the violence and bloodshed. I know everyone else is too.”

“I know.”

Anakin’s hand finds its way into yours, and the tension in your shoulders slowly unravels as your fingers lace with his. 

And all the cracked and bleeding crevices on your skin start healing the longer you lean into his touch. It’s like he has a needle and spool of thread in hand, and he’s slowly but surely stitching you back together. 

plus one

The giant metropolis of Coruscant had gone quiet under blankets of snow—it was a sight unlike any other. You hadn’t seen a speck of snow hit since you stepped foot onto the Jedi Temple as a child. 

You stood alone in the hangar bay with bated breath and reddened, frostbitten fingers. Like you’d dipped them in blood before letting them dry for a bit.. He had to be here any minute now; you didn’t want him to return and not have anyone to welcome him back. So despite the subzero temperatures and barely-healing knuckles, you remained in place. 

When his ship touches down and he hops out with a wide smile, you can feel a giant weight being lifted off your chest. He jogs toward you and brings you in for a crushing embrace, and for once, you finally feel at home. 

“It’s freezing. What are you doing here?” He’s sweating, even though he looks like he should be cold. “You should’ve headed inside.”

“I waited for you, what else would I be doing?”

Anakin grins again and hugs you even tighter. “I missed you. More than anything.” 

Your heart suddenly starts to ache at his admission and that’s when the realization kicks in. “I thought I lost you, Anakin. You could’ve died. I couldn’t sleep for three days after I lost your signal. And yet you’re standing here acting like it’s no big deal because at least you’re alive and in one piece.”

“Y/N…”

A chill runs down your spine and you know in that moment that it has nothing to do with the weather. You knew this wasn’t right; you weren’t supposed to be doing this, but it felt more natural than anything you’d ever done.

That’s when you find an Anakin-shaped shard of glass wedged deep in your heart and you don’t know how it found its way there, but you don’t even bother pulling it out. Glass splinters are supposed to be these jagged, disfigured things, but this one is beautiful and even shines amongst the rubble. It’ll bury its way into places you don’t expect. With the way he fits against your body, you can’t help but feel like he was meant to fill the gaping hole in your heart. So wholly, so perfectly without a single scratch or flaw. 

You look up at him and feel your breath get caught in your throat. Since when did he make you so nervous? 

He’s even closer now and so are you, so you press your mouth to his as if doing so would save you from falling apart. Your brain short-circuits, and as you sink into the sudden burst of warmth you realize you don’t want this to end.

“Took you long enough,” he mumbles against your skin as you pull apart. “I was starting to wonder when…”

“Shut up. Don’t ruin the moment,” you muttered before bringing your hand to his cheek and kissing him a second time. He doesn’t object and tightens his hold around you, and a fire spreads through you from head to toe. 

“I love you,” Anakin says after a while. “Even though you like sand, and I don’t.”

“I knew that already,” you joked with a smile and close your eyes, taking in a deep breath. “You’re not exactly the most subtle person ever.”

“Neither are you,” he chuckles.

“But I love you too.”

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🥶Powerful Placements🥶

🦋Pluto in 12th house synastry-makes a very strong connection between you and the person. This connection is based on a spiritual connection and it can seem like you can never forget the person.

🧚🏼‍♀️Pluto in 11th house synastry -creates powerful friendship. It's a feeling that you never really leave these people, because they always come back into your life.

✨Strong synastry aspect are with saturn, pluto, venus, mars.

✨Houses that make a deep connection in synastry are 1st, 4th, 8th & 12th house.

🌊8th house north node-you transform a lot and each time you become a different and stronger person. All transformations shape you into the person you are now. And they help you understand yourself and your inner feelings. You rise like a phoenix from the ashes and become the strongest person. And when you look back, you see how much you have changed and how different you are and how much your life has changed.

🤍Capricorn rising/ saturn chart ruler-you go through a lot of lessons, but the lessons help you to achieve what you want in the end. Saturn brings you good karma. Even though you don't see it at the beginning and you feel like your life is always difficult, but in the end, that's exactly what makes you reach the top. Saturn takes you to the top, so trust the process.

💘Moon in 8th house-because you are always facing emotional situations in life and you are always changing emotionally. You are used to everything.

🍰Moon in Sagittarius- you are an emotionally very independent person, you don't let people help you, you want to do everything yourself. In general, fire moons are used to being alone and doing things alone. And even though it looks like they are very comfortable in this position, they are not - because inside of them they want someone who would be here for them. It is difficult for them to find a home or to settle down because there are few places where they feel at home.

💜Sagittarius rising / 9th house- people are ruled by jupiter and they really get a lot of opportunities, happy coincidences and are optimistic about life. But they go through a lot of growth, in life they face many paths and search for meaning in life. And many of them struggle with faith. Many sags I have met are not really religious at all. They become strong when they find a meaning that guides them throughout their lives, when they find a home and the vibrancy of the world. Jupiter guides them through a spiritual journey, so they always have so much wisdom inside.

🎨12th house sun & mercury synastry- because the sun represents light, the light you see with this person, inspiration, fun things, and in a way, where the two people find fun together. Mercury can make communication and words very powerful. And also thoughts - that's why you can feel that the person understands you even when there is silence. With a person, you can feel that they understand you on a different level than others (everything that others misunderstand about you - the person understands about you). It's like they speak another language.

The people who come back into your life are usually those with whom you share the 12th or 8th house. That's why you have a strong connection with them.

🪐Saturn is a powerful planet and in every house it represents it and gives a person some power that he realizes and finds later in life. But Saturn in 3rd house- these people have power over words and they can have a strong influence on the people around them with their speech, even if they are not aware of it. Writing a book is a very good thing here (especially if it includes real events). Your thoughts can be very calm (depending on the aspects), but saturn can also give you stable thoughts, which means that these people do not have problems with mental health.

🐚Also saturn in 8th house in very powerful- because you are basically in control of the mysterious, mystical life and darkness. You can show or teach others a lot if you know how to use saturn. There are two sides here - people who know how to deal with darkness, investigate things that have to do with death and depth. One of these is sigmund freud. The other side is when you don't know how to deal with darkness and things related to depth. Death can be a scary thing for you.

🧸Neptune in 1st house- because you can be any character you want to be. You can make people feel that you are someone else and people start to believe it. You can manifest many things about your personality and appearance.

🎧10th house synastry it's not always just a career, a job and similar things, but it's also about being devoted to a person and doing a lot for them. It is also related to how you see the person in the long run. Many times this can also be a sign that the person was meant to come into your life.

🎲Jupiter in 1st house- helps you grow into a wonderful and intelligent person. It can help you to always find optimism no matter what. Takes you on a spiritual journey. You can become the person people never saw you could be.

🌉Jupiter in 9th house- helps you achieve faith in something greater. You travel a lot and see the world from a different perspective. It helps you find faith even in difficult times. I believe that these people are very strongly connected to the world and feel it through their soul. They are very knowledgeable about other cultures.

-Rebekah💘🌊

#astrology #energy #zodiac signs #my notes #astrological houses #powerful #house placements

[coffeenonsense]

I usually try to stay in my lane most of the time (mostly bc I am far too old for fandom drama) but what the hell, it's friday, let's put that lit degree to use:

the way people are playing morality politics with fiction is really starting to genuinely irk me and I think some of the responses to ascended astarion are a perfect example of why this type of thinking is actually hugely detrimental to one's ability to meaningfully engage with fiction and also to the future of art.

astarion is one of the most well-written complex characters I've seen in recent years bar none (and I'm clearly not alone given the explosion of his personal fandom lol) and he has a truly compelling, emotionally resonant character arc whether you ascend him or not

If you keep him a spawn, you get a deeply touching, realistic character's journey to healing and personal growth where he learns who he is after the experience of his trauma and depending on the player's choice, explores his relationship to sex, romance and intimacy

If you ascend astarion, you get an equally emotional and well-rounded character arc where he chooses the power that allows him to have the desperate freedom and safety he's wanted, but in the process eschews any hope of real healing or personal development, and again, depending on the player's choices, restarts the cycle of abuse by taking cazador's place.

These options offer vastly different paths for the character and experiences for the player, but while yes, ascended astarion is the evil ending, and yes, ascending astarion is a tragedy, and a fucking incredible one (not only do you have astarion reigniting a circle of abuse but you have the narrative weight of KNOWING he could have actually overcome his trauma...hats off to the bg3 team tbh) but that does not mean ascending astarion MAKES YOU AS THE PLAYER EVIL

Ascend astarion because you love tragic story arcs, ascend him because you want to indulge in a master/slave vampire fantasy, don't ascend him because you want a healing character journey, don't ascend him because you want a sweet romance; all of these choices carry the same moral weight for the player, which is to say, none, because they are an exploration of fiction.

I know I'm saying this to the villain fucker website but it bears repeating; just because someone wants to engage with evil, fucked up characters or content does not mean they support evil acts in their real life, and furthermore, exploring dark, taboo or tragic concepts safely is part of what fiction is for. It enables us to look at those things from a distance, work through difficult feelings and develop greater understanding of what makes our fellow humans tick — and before you get it twisted there's also no moral issue with exploring fucked up media bc you're horny or just, because. You can take it as seriously (or as sexily) as you want.

It's starting to really concern me how many people not only do not get, but are violently opposed to this concept, because equating what someone likes in fiction with their real life moral code and actions is an incredibly dangerous and let's be honest, immature way of thinking that not only stunts your ability to engage with fiction but ironically, hampers your ability to deal with complicated issues and emotions in real life.

I don't know what's driving this trend (though purity culture is certainly playing a role) but it's definitely something that's not just impacting individuals but contributing to the commercialization of art, where we get games and stories and tv shows and books that regurgitate the same safe, mass marketable plotlines and character archetypes over and over and over again so corporations can squeeze out as much profit as possible.

Anyway, remember kids: There's no such thing as thought crime, reaching for morally pure unproblematic media is directly contributing to the death of art, and this is why funding the humanities is important.

#so...yeah #idk man i have thoughts and feelings #and i love astarion so much lol #astarion #ascended astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #fandom analysis #media analysis #fiction #a personal rant because i need to vent about this and i just recalled i have a blog where i can indeed do so lol #astarion ancunin

[nerdieforpedro]

The Brave, The Bold, The Dirty - Fanfics that I adore

Volume 2

Fanfics that I am currently reading or re-read because they’re that good!! 😊

This list is for those aged 18 and up, please respect the author's tags, warnings and notes as they are there for a reason.

Crawling Back to You Author: @prolix-yuy

(Dieter Bravo x female reader) There’s a secret that Hollywood has been keeping from us that explains so much. Found out I find horns sexy.

This Charming Man

Author: @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

(Frankie Morales x OFC Camilla) No one said Frankie had to be good all the time. To be fair, he's had some major life events. He's unhinged but also sweet. He's got layers. Some of the layers are concerning. Make sure to check the warnings before reading. Dark fluff!

Dr. WeVibe; or How Dieter Bravo Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Remote Vibrator

Author: @imalrightllama (Dieter Bravo x female reader {established relationship}, Dieter Bravo x female reader x male soft Dom, Dieter Bravo x male soft Dom) This is smut. It has evolved into ultra smut and eventually reaches super ultra smut. There's also toy use. You have to read it to understand.

Opia Author: @artemiseamoon

(Ezra x black female reader) A woman's journey for a payday leads her to meet Ezra under less than ideal circumstances. The bond they form is life-long.

Kinktober 2023 Author: @palioom

Thirty one days of October - thirty one different fics each with their own theme to sink your eyeballs into. Make sure to double check warnings.

going slow Author: @ezrasbirdie

(Javier Peña x female reader) An issue that no one really speaks about but can make sexual intimacy extremely difficult. Thankfully, Javier Peña is a sweetheart and willing to take it at the reader's pace.

anytime Author: @undercoverpena

(Javier Peña x female reader) Reader and Javier have been friends for years. Seen each other through the best and worst of times. Javier's mind is rattled and there always seems to be one thing or person rather that settles him.

I like the way you Author: @undercoverpena

(Frankie Morales x female reader) Reader is friends with Frankie. An offhand remark leads a becoming friends with benefits. What could go wrong? Feelings? No one agreed to that.

When the west was wild Author: @boliv-jenta

(Silva x OFC) Nine part story about a woman living alone in the west. An injured strange changes her life, for better, for worse? Read and find out.

Be all and Endor Jyr’ika Author: @djarins-cyare

(Din Darin x OFC) An epic love story told over 40 chapters. Use the bathroom, get a blanket and get comfy, there's reading to be done.

Darkness Author: @ezrasbirdie

(Ezra x female reader) We all know Ezra has explored many ways, things and positions. One that he has not explored is our reader. He's a bit scuzzy, but a gentleman - mostly. You gotta invite him in, give him the ok.

Moonlit Serenades Author: @geminimoonbeamx

(Poe Dameron x plus size female reader) Poe needs some comfort after a tough mission that only the reader can provide.

Headshots Author: @secretelephanttattoo

(Marcus Pike x OFC Ella) Turns out reader's new job as a photographer for the FBI changes her path in life forever. The job was temporary but the relationship was for life.

The Gift Author: @mandoisapunk

(Javier Peña x female reader) Sweet Javier Peña fluff. Reader's gift to Javi is life changing. I'm not crying, you are!

An American in Paris Author: @absurdthirst

(Ezra x female reader) If you ever wondered what Ezra would be doing in the late 1940's after WWII. Our man went to Paris where he meets the reader. This pic had me at Ezra in Paris and then held on to me tight and tossed my feelings around like a rag doll.

To hold you tonight Author: @iamasaddie

(Marcus Pike x female reader) Dark! Marcus has a very dark spin in this one shot. He also has a love a statues that extends to the reader. Please read the warnings before reading.

Full of colors. Author: @trulybetty

(Tim Rockford x female reader) Tim’s working a difficult case, you’ve got work piled on the table. Quality time is needed. A walk-in shower is a treat.

Dry Run Author: @chronically-ghosted

(Javier Peña x female reader) Anyone who may have questioned if dancing with THE Javier Peña in a club was sexy or not - your answer is here.

Tired Author: @javierpena-inatacvest

(Javier Peña x female reader) It’s date night for you and your husband Javier Peña. Everything that could have gone wrong, has. You are stressed out. Date night was not what you’d planned at all.

Diosa Hermosa Author: @fhatbhabie

(Javier Peña x plus size female reader) Javier finds the reader to be the sexiest vision he could see in the museum.

Preciously Plump Author: @melodygatesauthor

(Santiago Garcia x plus size female reader) Our reader is a bit self-conscious, Santiago has her get over that quickly.

Dirty Secrets Author: @absurdthirst

(Dave York x female reader) Your husband Dave is suspicious about your change in behavior. He endeavors to find out the reason why.

#fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #oscar issac characters #plus size fanfiction #Pedro pascal characters x plus size charcters #Oscar Issac characters x plus size #javier pena #Dave york #santiago garcia #marcus pike #dieter bravo #pedro pascal fanfiction #tim rockford #din djarin #silva strange way of life #frankie catfish morales #Nerdie’s recs

[yellowymellon]

Holy, I just saw myrid Celestia so here's a bit of rambling and a silly theory :

As we learned from HI3, honkai is a phenomenon that happens to civilizations as they grow advanced, it's basically a system in the imaginary tree, in theory, all worlds should be a target to the honkai, and each world may name it a different way.

So far everyone agrees that Acheron did come from a world very similar to HI3, some think there's 2 eras too but based on the caption saying "the dual planets were intertwined in each other's tragic destiny" I'll assume they were, well, dual planets.

//"Kevin" says that takamagahara is the one that fell first, and Izumo created the blades, but if we go by prev era then takamagahara didn't serve the same purpose as HI3, and the current era has been the one to do everything, except if it wasn't explicitly said that the herrschers were slayed in PE and only now did Izumo use them to forge the blades//

Izumo was plagued by the honkai, won against the herrschers and took their powers, creating weapons (blades) out of them, each representing the 12 herrschers powers that are later wielded by the flamechasers, who in the end, were defeated, and the blades were broken. It seems like unlike HI3 Acheron was a flamechaser, presumably along with Kevin.

So then, the last blades were Forged, the origin and the end, Acheron being the origin did break the end. And that should've been the end of the honkai, it didn't end there, because honkai alone was no longer the threat to izumo.

I think it's pretty deductable from the trailer but just in case: spoiler for acheron's identity

At the very end, she stood under a sky with a black sun (dark hole) , she says "we long since strode in THEIR Shadows" as the last blade gets forged "naught" , and her form changes.

Is that not...when she becomes nihility's emenator?

Would that black hole not be IX's? Would Izumo not be under IX's governance after all has happened?

The last thing acheron does was, slash IX.

That black sun, ix, has always been there from the beginning of the trailer, meaning that, it's not that the despair drew IX, but it's IX who rendered the dual planets efforts useless. You know it's true when even Kevin says that salvation isn't possible.

The pioneer diver of dead waters, a relic set that talks abt Acheron, we know that's true because the flower motif is the same as acheron's. it talks Abt a nameless who was her friend, her goal was to dive in IX, knowing that it's lethal but believing that the journey matters more than her upcoming end.

Acheron's LC's description basically confirms one thing, Acheron acts as a guide to those lost in nihility in an in-between place (existence and nothingness), that very much could be inside IX, since it's a popular sci-fi theory that black holes lead to other dimensions/worlds.

Her LC quotes her friend, in saying that Acheron still has a lot of paths and choices to take before she reaches the end. I'd say that that's proof her friend left a mark on her.

From all of these we can theorize that acheron's current goal could very well be to kill IX, she has the motive to do so after all.

I sadly can't find izumo's ornament story anymore so I can't add more to this xd

What personally peaked my interest is, the existence of IX throughout izumo. Considering HSR to be the higher world, I just recently joked Abt how hooh is cooking With creating the honkai as it's logically under their authority. And that very much can be still be true, but so far, for a world that's supposedly much more advanced such as hsr's, we haven't even heard of a honkai phenomenal. There were early theories that khaenriaah's destruction was means to stop them from attracting honkai into teyvat, Even tho by HI3 standards teyvat isn't developed at all (heck they have every source of energy except electricity), soooo can we blame hi3's inconsistent writing or is their understanding not correct?

I just think it would be interesting that IX's influence might give rise to honkai, as it's basically a death sentence to a world, the faster finality came, the more aligned the world is with IX.

Speaking of which I've also talked Abt how IX is most linked to the path of finality, so there's that

If you read so far, congrats! You're one of the few, here's a cookie : 🍪🥛

#i think it's cruelly romantic how izumo is so similar to hi3's plot #yet that hope keeps getting crushed because they cannot escape IX's authority #sry not sry i like acheron way more #i was a bit iffy of copying hi3's story but God damn that was so beautifully handled #the art makes the stakes and the world much more darker #do you know what despair looks like? #I NEED THAT KEVIN RN #pls kevin has so much potential we need him alive #probably some typos there don't mind them tehee #star rail #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr theory #hi3 #honkai impact

[cho-aaacho]

(Flufftober 2023) Love Letters

Main Masterlist I Archive Of Our Own

Flufftober Masterlist I Prompts List

Tags : Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Love Letters, Friends to Lovers, Flufftober 2023, Reader is genderless

Note : Hello, since the prompt is "Love Letters" I'm writing this from Jake's POV. Let's assume that it's a love letter written by him to you.

(Flufftober Day 24)

Hey, good morning. I hope the dawn caresses your gentle day, much like I do when I am adoring the spectacle of the October horizon, humming with the dawn in September, dancing in the cherry blossom of April, and touching the first snowfall in December.

I've noticed that you're so happy these days, and your warm smile wandered into my new life, embracing my darkest path with your warmth. I wondered where that sweetness of yours came from.

Is it because of your favorite movie? Or perhaps the tender caress of the morning breeze? Or could it be because of me?

But it doesn't matter. Because every step you take and every dance you do makes me happy.

Your smile, with its gentle innocence, never fails to fill my heart with happiness.

Did you see the shooting stars yesterday? It was the time when you could see the night sky painted with a lantern from heaven. I couldn't help but think about you when my eyes caught a line of shooting stars. How I wish that you were here too, with me under the same sky.

Five years have crossed your life since we first met, sharing our lives in colors of red and blue, entwining our gray and black, and feeling our gleam and sorrow. I cherished every journey of ours, every minute of our dance, and every moment when the moonlight caressed our day.

Yet you still believe that our relationship isn't just about friends?

Do you feel a glimpse in your heart to see me more as a friend? Do you ever wonder why I always gaze at you with these eyes? And talking to you with a different intonation? Or how much I'm trying to hold back my anger every time your presence comes across me?

I was hoping that you would realize my feelings.

But I understand if you like someone else, or maybe you are waiting for someone to hold your hand and walk through the rose petals. Every time I think about it, I'm hoping that person is me. I hope your heart beats for me and you are in love with me, falling for me harder than I've fallen for you.

But who am I? Why am I thinking you would be in love with me?

Even if God rewrote my story or put my life in a parallel universe, I would still find myself miles apart from you. You are too shiny for a shadow like me.

But why did God plant these feelings inside my heart if I knew they would never reach you? He doesn't have the right to put me in this agony.

But it's okay; I accepted that. As long as I can see your face and hear your voice again, I'm happy with that.

In the end, I must confess these feelings. Even if you start to hate me, I will accept that.

I love you.

I love you so much.

I love you like the rain showering the dry soil.

I love you like a rainbow rewriting the pastel sky.

I love you like sunflower petals in the morning.

I love you with all of my heart.

Note : I made a little mistake. This prompt should be for Day 25😔😔

#resident evil #resident evil jake muller #resident evil jake #jake muller #jake muller x reader #jake muller x you #jake muller fluff #fluff x reader #resident evil fluff #flufftober2023 #flufftober

[banquisefond]

Why do I think Diana Barry is a lesbian ?

First of all, I'd like to note that I totally understand if anyone disagrees. What will follow is solely my very personal interpretation of Diana's character arc. Also, this only applies to the "Anne with an E" version of the character, I have never seen any other adaptation so I can't speak for it.

Diana is a young girl who's been raised in a rural and conservative environment. Even though her family is rich and gave her an education, the very fact of her living in the countryside has forbidden her have an open perspective on the world. Until Anne arrives in her life, she knows no better than what her family, church and conservative neighbors taught her. Throughout the seasons, her character is developed around the journey she takes to break from that pattern. Step by step, she lifts the veil that was tied before her eyes, proving that despite her "perfect daughter to become perfect spouse" appearance, she is, in fact, different. She's different from what was planned for her, but she's also different from the people of Avonlea. Her perspective and dreams are.

Her difference is already implied at the core of her character. Have you ever noticed how she is the only character (or almost) with a non-christian name ? Now, I know, this is reaching, I promise that I have more solid arguments for later, but hear me out on this one. I could list an enormous enumeration of names from that show that have christian roots (Anne, Matthew, Mary, Sebastian etc.). While this difference is never addressed in AWAE, it is in the first book, by Matthew. I won't have the quote right because I own the books in french so let me resume it. Matthew tells Anne about Diana when she first arrives in Avonlea. Anne gasps because she thinks Diana has a beautiful name. Matthew later on complains on it non being christian and that her parents better have named her Jane or something. She was named that way because the Barrys hosted a professor by the time of her birth. Eventually, they let him name their newborn for some reason. So, he choose "Diana", which is inspired by the roman goddess "Diane". Firstly, I think this can be interpreted as a sign her path isn't traditional education, intended by her parents who wants to send her to Paris but rather an actual education, which she'll choose by attending college. Moreover, we can go further by acknowledging that a named inspired by Diane says a lot too. Diane is the goddess of hunt, and protector of young women (in other words virginity). Diane's entourage was strictly feminine, men weren't allowed. Now, some people assume that Diane and her companions were in fact sapphics. Anyway, Diane is the symbol of independents women who don't require men to live to the fullest.

After some subtext, we now can lean on the actual events of the show.

As we previously established, Diana is, at the beginning of the show, still oblivious of the outside world and as Anne would say, the possibilities. Her very first breakthrough is the first encounter between she and Anne.

Anne is a free-thinker. Her only education she ever had is from the books she read and her own imagination. That makes her this very unique character full of open-mindedness and creativity. This is the first time Diana met someone so different from what she knows.

I'd like to focus on that one scene in the 03x01 episode when Anne makes Diana swear solemnly on their friendship. When Anne first come up with the idea, Diana is firmly closed because she's been taught by her religious background that swearing is a sin. Anne, who has always known the term "swearing" trough literature, proceeds to explain Diana what it means to her, and how beautiful that is.

"Shall we swear we’ll be best friends, for ever and ever ? (...) - Let’s imagine that it’s night time and that this path is a stream. Hold this. Twist your finger around mine (...) I solemnly swear to be faithful to my bosom friend Diana Barry for as long as the sun and the moon shine”

This quote speaks for itself on how magnificent that scene was. Anyway. This moment is immensely important for Diana. It is also for Anne, but from her perspective, she sees it more as an occasion to live in her fantasy world full of poetry. For Diana, it represents the beginning of her change and growth. She opened her mind about something she thought was immoral, only to find out it's actually beautiful. At this moment, we can see in her eyes that she's falling in love. Not necessarily with Anne but with her freedom. This is the realization that she could be way more.

“I could never love anyone as I love you Anne - Wait, you love me ? - Off course I do (...) - I thought you liked me of course, but I’ve never hoped you loved me - I love you devotedly Anne” - (1x5)

Diana directly confess her love for Anne. Of course, it is displayed as a platonic love, and it probably is for Anne, but I just want to slid it in there.

Now, let's dive in, as I call it, the "Party at aunt Joséphine/homophobia" arc. Again, there is this display of the duality between what she's intended to be and what she could be at the beginning, when she meets this famous pianist who recommend her to start a career as a musician. Diana seems almost offended because playing piano other than for recreational purposes was never a possibility for her. Then, she founds herself surrounded by a diversity of people (queer people, independent woman etc.) before learning that her aunt was, in fact, a lesbian. Then the internalized homophobia knocks in and Diana is very upset. She feels kind of betrayed by the truth, to find out that the world is wider than she knew it to be.

This series of events leads to this very emotional scene between Cole and Diana. While Diana stands firmly that same sex relationships are wrong, Cole gives her the most adorable speech. I'll let his words speaks for me :

“If your aunt lived her life feeling something was wrong with her, that she was...broken, defective, or unnatural...then one day, she met someone that made her realize that wasn’t true, there was nothing wrong with her and she was fine. Shouldn’t we be happy for her ? - I think it’s spectacular”

Does that rings any bells ? I'm not gonna over-explaining this. Diana basically discovers that omg gay people exists !!! And that it's not inherently a bad thing.

It is time to dismantle the Jerry allegations.

This "romance" takes place at the very fateful moment of Diana character arc, when she have to choose between 2 futures. The one her parents decided, and the one she truly wants, alongside with aunt Jo and Anne.

First thing about teenagers who plans to go against their parents for the first time, is that they'll try to experience rebellious acts in a smaller scale, to know how it feels. This is exactly what Diana did with Jerry. He is the closest boy she knows while being the only one her parents don't know about. She wants to feel forbidden love, but, she soon finds out that she doesn't feel anything for Jerry. There is no passion, she is not intellectually triggered with him neither. After realizing that, she ditch him pretty rudely. She knows she was wrong from the beginning and that all this just wasn't for her.

Finally, Diana reaches the acceptation of who she is by the end of the third season. She knows what she wants and got to finally attend to Queen's college after secretly taking the exams.

This represents her embracing being different. She choose to go against traditional ways. She choose to get an education, despite the remonstrances from her family. This is the end of her journey to find herself and the beginning of a new one where she can fully be herself.

I see this development as a really accurate parallel with the lesbian experience. Of course, you're free to see it as it is stated in the show. I just want to share :)

I doubt anyone read this until the end but, if any of you have a good fanfic about Diana finding a girl in college, I'm open lol.

#anne with an e #anne shirley cuthbert #diana barry #awae analysis #jerry baynard #wlw #wlw post #women loving women #sapphic #sapphism #lesbian #anne of green gables #anne x diana #gilbert blythe #josephine barry #aunt josephine

[growingstories]

Part 2: Jack, star of the field, the making of

Once a successful 40-year-old football coach, Johnson found himself divorced and seeking a new purpose in life. His passion for the game burned strong, but it was his desire to nurture and shape young talent that led him down an unexpected path.

One day, news broke about a promising young football player named Jack, who possessed immense potential but struggled with gaining weight and building strength. Johnson saw this as an opportunity to not only help Jack fulfill his dreams but also reign to his own coaching career.

Coach Johnson approached Jack's parents and proposed an unorthodox plan. He would take Jack into his own home, dedicating his time and effort to guide the young athlete towards success. Without persuasion, Jack's parents agreed, recognizing the dedication and expertise Coach Johnson carried.

The first few weeks were rigorous for both Johnson and Jack. They followed the same fitness routines, pushing their limits to improve strength and endurance. Coach Johnson was with Jack every step of the way, providing guidance and motivation.

However, as time went by, Coach Johnson found himself overwhelmed with coaching responsibilities. Balancing his professional duties with personal goals became increasingly challenging. Recognizing the importance of Jack's development, Coach Johnson refused to back down.

Determined to help Jack reach his full potential, Coach Johnson immersed himself in research, seeking alternative methods to support Jack's weight gain. He discovered that nutrition played a vital role in building muscle. Thus, he decided to take matters into his own hands and adopt a new approach.

Coach Johnson started cooking larger and more nutritious meals both for himself and Jack. He dove headfirst into understanding meal plans, caloric intake, and macutronrient ratios. With every meal, he aimed to provide Jack with the right nutrients to support his growth.

However, the consequences of Coach Johnson's new focus on food started to manifest in his own body. As a 40-year-old, his metabolism had slowed, making it more difficult to shed extra pounds. With his attention primarily on Jack's progress, Coach Johnson unknowingly began gaining weight himself.

Over time, Jack football's career flourished, thanks to Coach Johnson's dedication and their shared efforts. From being a scrawny athlete struggling to gain weight, Jack transformed into a professional player determined to leave his mark on the sport.

But as Jack celebrated his accomplishments Coach, Johnson faced a different reality. He had gained 50 pounds during their journey, inadvertently sacrificing his own fitness and health for the sake of Jack's growth.

Jack, now aware of the toll it had taken on his mentor, expressed his gratitude and shared his intentions of taking care of Coach Johnson. Inspired by his own transformation, Jack took it upon himself to help Coach Johnson regain his health.

Together, they developed a new fitness routine for Coach Johnson, focusing on weight loss and overall well-being. Jack's understanding of fitness and nutrition, honed through his own journey, gave him the tools to support Coach Johnson's reclamation of himself.

Months passed, and with Jack's guidance and unwavering support, Coach Johnson gradually shed the weight excess he had gained. As he found himself reclaiming his physical and mental strength, Coach Johnson realized how intertwined their journeys had been.

Through the shared experiences, Coach Johnson not only helped shape Jack into a successful football player but also rediscovered purpose his as a coach and mentor. The bond they formed extended far beyond the field, showcasing the power of perseverance, sacrifice, and the impact one person can have on another's life.

As the story of Coach Johnson and Jack spread, their unique journey became a symbol of the transformative power of determination and the profound impact a coach can have on their athletes. Their tale would inspire generations to come, reminding them that greatness can be achieved with the right guidance, no matter the obstacles faced.

#Maleweightgain #Weightgain #fictionalweightgain #Weightgainstories #maleweightgainstories

[theambitiouswoman]

Hello sweet stuff, I hope you're having a great week!!

How do I believe that I am enough and let go of the fear that I won't be able to do it, Something is going to happen and it's gonna go wrong and I'll fall into a downward spiral.

This is because my past experiences have been terrible in my control and outside of it , there's a lot of trauma involved there. So I don't know how to start believing in myself, not compare myself to others, and sabotage myself by my own thoughts! It's really bothering me esp with school coming up I'm scared bcuz that's usually where it just fumbles somehow!

Thank you so much in advance💗

Babygirl, you need to start believing in yourself and letting go of fear. Start by challenging negative thoughts that say you're not good enough or will fail. Understand that making mistakes is okay. We are going to make mistakes. Even if we do everything right. Our actions after that determine who we really are and what we are made of. Feel the fear and do it anyway.

When we make mistakes, it's important to know how to pivot, which means adjusting our approach and trying something different. Instead of getting stuck or giving up, we learn from our mistakes and find new ways to handle the situation. Pivoting helps us grow and become better at handling challenges. It's like changing our direction to reach our goals even after stumbling along the way. So, don't be afraid of mistakes; see them as opportunities to pivot and find a better path forward.

Forgive yourself for your past experiences. Do not let your pain transform you into someone you are not. This is your life, and you can take control of it and decide who YOU want to be no matter what happened to you before.

I completely understand that your past experiences have been tough and have left you feeling unsure about yourself. It's difficult not to compare yourself to others and to stop sabotaging your own thoughts. Instead of comparing yourself to others, try to focus on your own progress and small wins. Take things step by step, and celebrate each little achievement. When negative thoughts come up, try to challenge them and remind yourself of your strengths and past successes.

Break your goals into smaller steps and celebrate your own progress. Life is about taking risks and proving to ourselves that we are capable. Do not put excess pressure on yourself aside from that. Imagine yourself succeeding already to build a positive mindset. See failures as opportunities to learn. Take small steps towards your goals and face your fears. Stay present and grateful. Life is a journey, and you can grow and become the person you want to be because YOU are in control.

[blushcoloreddreams]

Glow up - The shape reveals the function

You arrived here and already understood something very simple: happiness is very different from pleasure. Here comes a very important point, if you ask a person what they want in life they will say different things. Maybe talk about a specific profession, an achievement, a specific amount of money, children and families, or a trip. In short, a multitude of objectives. But behind all these goals there is a common element: people believe that through these goals they will become happy. Yes or no? think about yourself and your goals. Ultimately, each of these goals in a sense is a way for you to achieve what you believe to be happiness.

And that's exactly where the biggest confusion in most people's lives begins. Most people have been led to believe that happiness is there at the end of the journey. Come to think of it, almost everything points to this. Films have a romantic narrative that ends when the relationship begins, old stories are full of this; After the whole plot unfolds, a kiss happens. And then, they lived happily ever after. And then it seems like happiness was frozen there at that moment. Social media points to the same thing. People go and take pictures at graduation. Make up, beautiful with diplomas in hand. Or you only see photos of the wedding ceremony, or the baby born. But what you call happiness is actually just a happy moment. All this joy passes, and it passes quickly. So when you look at life believing that your happiness is conditioned on a moment of joy, an achievement or reaching a goal, you stop being happy on a daily basis.

The joy of graduation passes quickly, but it only happened after years of effort that will only be worth it if the person continues to strive for many years after graduation. The wedding ceremony also lasts only one night, but it only happens after a series of efforts and decisions that will only be worth it if the person continues to make efforts to make the marriage work after the ceremony. The baby's birth lasts a few hours, but it only happened after an act of love and donation followed by months of effort nurturing that life.

You can't live your life in search of happy moments, can you understand? Happiness is much more related to how you follow your path to your goals. I will use a negative example so you understand. Many people believe that they will only be happy when they have a certain amount of money. 1 million, 10 million and then I ask you, does reaching a million reais make someone happy? The answer is it depends. Do you know why? Imagine that to reach one million a woman scammed and robbed thousands of people, while another woman to reach that million helped thousands of people to have a healthier life. Which of the two do you think will be happy? You see, the million is exactly the same but the path is different. The first will have several moments of joy, she will post beautiful photos on social media, she will go on trips, she will do a lot of shopping, she will wear expensive clothes. But no matter how immoral you are, you will still live consumed by guilt. You will live feeling remorse and regret for making bad choices. And then you'll need more and more money to plug that emotional hole. the other will probably also experience several moments of joy, but she will not be deceived by these moments because she will live knowing that she walked the right path, did something good and received a fair reward. You will know that you have the ability to do even more for people and you will find happiness in the act of serving even more. Can you see that in a simple example we see two women who have happy lives and achieved their goals, but one of them has a completely screwed up life while the other has a truly happy life

Happiness is not at the end of the journey, it is on the way. It is found day after day when you walk in the right path. The path you were born to walk and do the things you should do on this journey. Can you understand this?

Now, the question you might be asking yourself. Julia, what is my purpose? How will I know what is right and wrong? How will I know what I was born to do? Well, I'm going to tell you something about my sister. Personally, when she was born, I didn't know if she was born with the right set of skills and attitudes to be a doctor, astronaut, ballet teacher, airplane mechanic or president of Brazil. I didn't know what her interests were and the type of knowledge and curiosity she would have in life that will tend to point to a kind of gift or professional future for her. When she was a baby, I knew very little about who she really is. But do you know what was the first thing and to this day one of the things I know about her? I know she was born a woman. More than that, I know that the first information I had about her is that she is a girl. And I already knew this before she was even born. This is the degree of relevance that this information has in your life. Before you had your own name defined, it was already known that you were a woman. You were born a woman in a woman's body. Do you know what your greatest purpose is? Be a good woman. Do you know what is right for your life? Be a good woman. Do you know what you were born to be? Be a good woman. This is your first and greatest gift.

And do you know what that means? That your happiness is not conditioned on the day you become the woman you once dreamed of being. Happiness is not conditioned on the day you have the family of your dreams, a full bank account and a wonderful job. All of this will bring an enormous amount of joy into your life, but real happiness will come when you become aware of your true and only purpose: to be a good woman wherever you are. And start taking action and striving every day to fulfill this purpose and honor this unique gift you received. A woman's happiness lies in fulfilling her duty every day, her role as a woman in the world.

And then do you know what’s missing for you to be truly happy? Something simple, but no one taught you. You need to know your role as a woman in the world. In other words, you need to understand what a good woman does. I could say this in a dozen or a hundred ways, but there is a more appropriate one that will make you understand your role in the world much better. I will provoke you to think the exact opposite. If I ask you, today, what a good man is, you will probably answer something similar to this: a good man is a hardworking, honest man who takes care of his family and leads everyone to the right path. Or if I ask you the type of man you most admire? I'm sure you'll answer something like “I admire men who work hard to provide for their families and help the poorest. I admire men who protect their wives, their children and weaker people. I admire a man who has a certain power, who takes on many responsibilities, leads the people around him, who has a firm attitude and acts fairly. If I ask you what you most hope to feel in a relationship you will probably say “I hope to feel safe and loved in all aspects”.

Do you know why these are the things you most admire and expect from a man? It's simple, because that is man's role in the world. A man given a tough body and an alert mind to protect everything that is important. The man received an agile body and a shrewd mind to take the lead and lead his offspring. It's no wonder that the hormonal physical constitution of men and women is so different. A healthy man under normal conditions has up to 40x more testosterone than a woman. It is this hormone that prepares men to push, to act with focus and impulse, to stay alert, resist and become even stronger in the face of stress. While stress tires and weakens a woman, the same physical and mental stress empowers men to perform even more. Do you notice the difference? Do you realize that the form of man points to his function? Realize that by acting with your gifts, by fulfilling your purpose, man fulfills himself and becomes much better. Do you realize that it is exactly the fulfillment of his masculine purpose that makes you admire a man? See, man was prepared to interact with the outside world, to fight, to work hard and look for what his family needs. Everything about a man points exactly to this. He is prepared to face the challenges of the outside world and bring what he found best in the world back home to provide what his wife and children need to survive. And maybe you're thinking of cavemen here, but until recently, before contraception became more popular and reliable, every man knew that this was the life he was supposed to live. And apart from half a dozen ideologues, no woman complained about having a man leaving home and working hard to bring in most of the money needed to support the home.

This has been the case since creation. If you believe that the first man was Adam, then it was already there in Genesis 2. God created man, put him to work on the earth and guard everything that God had created. And then, he pointed out that he would move forward and make decisions that would echo in eternity. After the man understood this, God gave him a wife. The woman was given the delicate body and an intuitive mind to care for and nurture. The woman was given a kind heart and a wise mind to build. The woman received an aesthetic sensitivity to beautify everything. You see, a feminine woman is one who embodies the qualities of nurturing, edifying and beautifying.

She understands that her essence is not just in her external beauty, but mainly in the richness of her character and the strength of her heart. She understands that true nutrition goes beyond material needs. It involves nurturing with love, attention and care. Nourishment is the basis of everything and it is impossible to build something that is poorly nourished. Edifying is being able to lead towards virtue, it is about building a home and a family with solid values ​​and a strong moral structure and making everything you touch much better with wisdom, love, hope and patience. Beautifying is much more than decorating the physical environment, it is creating an atmosphere that connects everyone to what is most essential. Therefore, there is no point in beautifying something that is rotten inside. An example of this dynamic is when a woman complains that the man doesn't provide, but she doesn't care about nurturing the relationship with love and care. The feminine woman understands that nurturing is the basis for a healthy and prosperous relationship and that this is part of her feminine purpose. Do you realize that by acting with your gifts and fulfilling your purpose, a woman fulfills herself and becomes much more who she was born to be? Do you realize that it is exactly the fulfillment of the feminine purpose that makes you admire a woman?

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[300yearschallenge]

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I Part 4

The main house was a simple two room cabin with a small hallway connecting the two.

To the left was the bedroom, and to the right was the kitchen. The furniture was well worn and robust, and although the place was much less fancy than the Park home it seemed like a wealth of luxury to Charles Elias after his long journey.

Once inside Charles Elias was invited to sit at the dinner table, with the old man, who introduced himself as Isak, sitting at the head of the table.

"Now then," Isak said, "Why don't you explain why on earth you've come all this way to see Theodore, and I'll have my niece cook us up a nice warm meal while we talk."

Once Isak had called out to a younger girl, who walked in with barely a hello and who kept her gaze firmly away from the group, Charles Elias began telling everyone his story.

He skirted around the truth of who his father was, worried that it would reflect poorly on both Charles Elias, his mother and Theodore if it were to come out, and instead leaned heavily into Joseph's behaviour as the driving force of him leaving.

It wasn't technically a lie.

The more Charles Elias spoke, the more of his frustration poured out.

How angry he was at the man who had raised him for how he had been treated, how slighted he felt, how he reached a point where he just couldn't take it anymore.

And the more Charles Elias spoke, the sadder Theodore and Isak looked. They all knew their culture said you should always listen to and obey the head of the household, but they could also understand that a hurt and angry teenage boy might not follow those expectations.

Once Charles Elias was done, Theodore spoke up.

"Well," he said, "I certainly think you had cause to leave. It was a rash decision, but I can't find it within myself to hold it against you."

Charles Elias breathed a sigh of relief.

"Personally," Theodore continued, "And I hope you don't mind the suggestion, sir, I wouldn't be opposed to having you stay here and help out with the fishing. It's hard work, but it's honest work, and a strong young man such as yourself would do well."

"I-I wouldn't mind fishing, sir," Charles Elias said, glancing towards the man at the head of the table, "I promise I will work hard to earn my living if I you let me stay here."

"I don't see why not," Isak said, "Theodore staying with us has supported our family immensely, and having an extra hand here would do wonders."

Charles Elias smiled.

"I say you're welcome to stay in Theodore's cabin, and to work with us. Welcome, Charles Elias."

With the tension of weeks of travel gone, the conversation began to flow more freely.

Theodore and Charles Elias joked and reminisced, and Isak told a few far-fetched stories of his fishing days as a young man.

Finally, everything felt alright again.

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Historical Info

Oh boy, oh boy! Get ready for historical info you guys, and thank you to everyone for your patience <3

Since I'll be covering two different topics, I'm gonna arrange it into different sub-headers to make reading easier.

Charles Elias' Path

We've discussed the Postal Road between Stockholm and Turku in the past, primarily looking into how it functioned in general.

As such, I won't go into all of that again, but will instead look at the path that Charles Elias took to reach Theodore.

Using this map as a base, I made a sketch of the path that Charles Elias took in order to reach Theodore.

I've always kept the exact village etc. where my sims live somewhat vague on purpose, mostly to have a little bit more room for storytelling.

But, in general terms, you can see what areas I've imagined Charles Elias started his journey from (blue) and where he ended it (red).

The blue X to the west marks the location of the postal harbour, which would have been the point where he turned east.

Now, if you were to make this journey today it would not take two weeks. With car you can make this journey in like maybe 40(?) minutes or so, and on foot google maps says such a walk would take aprox. 17 hours.

However! Keeping in mind that nowadays we have the luxury of modern, well-kept roads and easier modes of transport, I reckoned it made sense if the journey took longer.

There were less roads in general, most were dirt roads, and many small channels of water had to be crossed by boat or bridge. Taking into consideration setting up camp/sleeping somewhere and winter conditions and I figured it would make sense for such a journey to take much longer.

Inns

Set up along the postal road and larger roads at this time were a number of inns.

For the most part these inns were somewhat simple, and often mostly had a main room and some rooms for travelers. The primary people who came to the inns were people traveling along the postal road, primarily "officials, military, merchants and sometimes sailors and boatsmen". This we know since the inns were demanded to keep a diary of their visitors, some of which have survived to modern day.

The quality of the inns at this time varied, with some travel diaries bemoaning the quality, while others thought it was pretty okay. "Guests of higher social standing preferred to stay with priests instead."

Source: Det Åländska Folkets Historia Vol. III (The History of the Åland People Vol. III) by Stig Dreijer

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[sakukaguxxi]

Yakult and Tobacco | Gintama

Word count: 3.4k

C/W’s: none really except for a tiny bit of blood

Summary: a story about what happens to Takasugi and the Kiheitai after ch. 704

a/n: This is my first time writing for Gintama, and I wanted to do something like this for a while but didn’t think I was a good enough story writer. But I really felt passionate about this topic and tried my best. I was inspired by various ideas from fandom and combined with my own random ideas. I hope this isn’t too bad. Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

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The long search hadn’t been for nothing. It wasn’t a pipe dream, it wasn't a dead end. This couldn’t be a coincidence. After investigating the dragon holes for several months, Matako finally found him. 

She was overcome with tears of joy and relief as she held the reborn Takasugi in her arms. The local villagers who had gathered around upon getting word of a mysterious baby appearing in the dragon hole looked on in mild confusion. What does this baby mean to this woman? they must have thought. Was it really born from the dragon hole or just abandoned? Is it the divine wrath of Ryujin-sama?

Matako didn’t really care how this scene looked to anyone else at that moment. It was just so personal. Feeling like a big weight had been lifted off her shoulders finally, she decided she was ready to leave after she finished crying and wiped away her tears. Wherever home was, they could now return.

Matako turned to the crowd. “I will take this child,” she announced.

Nobody else was racing to volunteer, but there were a few murmurs among the crowd. Then one man pointed at the infant, shouting, “This could be an attack by the Dragon Vein God! You shouldn’t keep it!”

“I can handle this,” she responded firmly. “You don’t know the whole story, because this is actually my friend who I’ve been looking for, and now he’s been revived. It probably sounds crazy, but even if you don’t believe me, I have to do this.”

Now that she found Shinsuke, it was time to embark on the journey to regroup with Takechi. Some villagers were actually kind enough to help her by lending her some baby supplies and giving her directions, even if they didn’t fully understand the background. 

……

Matako met Takechi at a small house on the outskirts of Edo that the Kiheitai had used as a hideout. It would make a decent place for someone who wanted some privacy away from the city. There was a dirt path leading to it with a hedge running along one side.

When Matako arrived at the house, Takasugi still looked like a baby. She and Takechi decided they would take care of him together. The two Kiheitai members smiled down at the infant. Takechi, normally less sentimental, was still happy Takasugi had been found. He was also proud that after being told there wasn’t the slightest chance of Takasugi being resurrected like Utsuro, their intuition had actually worked out in their favor.

“The dark purple hair is definitely the same,” Henpeita observed. 

“And now he has two functioning eyes again,” Matako added. She gazed at the baby, whose eyes were open and was looking up at the two of them. “I wonder if he recognizes us yet even in this state…”

Henpeita put a hand on her shoulder. “We can’t know yet, so you shouldn’t worry right now.”

……

Takasugi had reached a new stage of growth within a couple days of arriving at the hideout, looking around preschool age now. Despite hearing what happened to the reborn Utsuro from Gintoki and knowing what altana was capable of, Matako and Henpeita were still amazed to witness Takasugi’s growth first-hand. It reminded them of Princess Kaguya. Altana truly was a powerful energy.

Henpeita went and bought more clothing for Takasugi in a couple different sizes since they didn’t know when his next growth spurt would be. As the strategist of the Kiheitai, he was trying to think ahead. He also bought Yakult, which Takasugi had gone absolutely nuts for in the past. He thought it might even help spur on his memories.

There weren’t many other people in the close-by area to worry about, but Matako felt a sense of protectiveness towards Takasugi during this sensitive time. She didn’t want people to think he was a monster if they noticed his fast growth. She was glad she’d found him when she did instead of him falling into the wrong hands. For the time being, he had to stay near the house at least.

The interesting thing about Shinsuke growing up at an accelerated rate was that he still couldn’t speak, but seemed to understand basic communication in a way. He also easily regained his ability to do certain things such as walking and using chopsticks with only a little instruction if any. He mostly followed the other two around quietly like a puppy and went with the flow of whatever they were doing. Being like a little kid, he could still get into mischief. Gintoki had mentioned that the reborn Shouyou started speaking fully when his memories were unlocked. However, Matako didn’t know if or when Takasugi would regain his memories and return to his old self. 

……

On the second night since Takasugi’s new growth, Matako rolled to her side and smiled softly at him as they were about to go to sleep. They slept in the same room on their own futons since he had his first growth spurt out of babyhood. But Shinsuke was given the one regular-sized blanket in the house. Takechi hadn’t gotten around to shopping for more of those yet. 

For the first time since being reborn, Shinsuke had a dream of various people crying or looking like they’re about to cry. There was the blonde-haired woman called Matako, a man with curly silvery-blue hair, and another man with long light brown hair. In the dream, Shinsuke thought, No… please don’t cry, everyone… 

Shinsuke woke up again early in the morning and turned toward Matako out of curiosity and instinct. She was still asleep but looked cold and exposed from not having a decent blanket. Despite still being tired, he felt an urge to help her, so he dragged his blanket across the room and covered her. Then he laid down next to her on top of the blanket and pulled one edge over himself.

Like a lot of dreams, most of the contents of Shinsuke’s had faded from his mind within a few minutes of being awake, leaving only vague bits and pieces. The details of most of the people had become blurrier, and he wasn’t aware yet that it was based on real experience anyway. 

A few hours later, Takechi stepped in the doorway to the others’ bedroom, asking, “Matako, are you awake yet?”. He had returned from a short visit to the city and was surprised to see the little Takasugi sleeping next to her on top of the blanket. 

Memories of the first time Takechi officially met Matako flashed in his mind: despite the Bakufu confiscating her gun, she did whatever she could to try to save the imprisoned Jouishishi, such as threatening Takechi with a dagger to the back. More important to her than Takasugi acknowledging her or letting her join him was preventing his death, because she believed the country needed him. No doubt, being saved by him personally had also cemented her loyalty and belief that he had a good heart. Takechi had handed back her gun and told her she would do well to take revenge herself. He recalled her surprised face at the end of the battle when Shinsuke simply said, “Let’s go,” letting her know she was included.

I never thought I’d see them as roommates, Henpeita thought.

……

Later the same day, Gintoki was walking towards the Kiheitai hideout when he came upon a little boy standing on the path. Despite looking young, Gintoki could recognize that face anywhere, having grown up with him. Shinsuke stared up at him like a deer caught in headlights.

“So we meet again, huh?” Gintoki stated calmly, his eyes at half-mast.

Meanwhile, Matako was in the house, expecting Gintoki any minute. The Kiheitai had contacted all of Shinsuke’s old friends, and Gintoki was the first who was able to visit. She was suddenly alerted to a child whining, “Let me go! Put me down!” followed by a familiar male voice saying, “Excuse me.” She went into the genkan to see Gintoki holding Shinsuke under his arm

“Let me go!” Shinsuke repeated, trying to wriggle free.

“Is this your kid?” Gintoki asked sarcastically. “He made an impudent face, and I knew right away.” He finally released the boy from his hold.

As Shinsuke went forward to climb over the porch step, kicking his sandals off behind him, Matako grumbled, “...It’s obvious.” Shinsuke dashed past her into the house. “Come in,” she offered to Gintoki.

……

After setting Shinsuke up with a game on the other side of the room, Matako and Gintoki sat across from each other with their own cup of tea. Gintoki eyed him for a bit before focusing on Matako. “How has taking care of him been so far?” he asked.

“It’s been relatively good. It’s not like I have much experience taking care of babies or little kids, but this isn’t a regular situation. Takechi-senpai has also been a big help, I hate to admit…”

“When did he start talking, anyway? He still seems pretty quiet otherwise…”

Matako frowned slightly. “Just today when you showed up carrying him… He never said anything before, so I guess this is progress. I thought you meeting him could change things…”

“Well, yes, I am very influential,” Gintoki joked. “I’m not the main character of my own series for nothing.”

Matako looked downcast, so Gintoki snapped back into seriousness, waiting for her to continue. “I can’t help but compare your situation with Shouyou to ours,” she explained. “I want Shinsuke-sama to be happy no matter what happens, but deep down my hope is he’ll regain his memories and return to being the person we know and love. Am I selfish for this? Would he be better off starting a different life and forgetting Shouka Sonjuku, the Joui War, the Kiheitai, everything?” Her eyes stung with tears. “I won’t abandon him, but I can’t deny there’s still a void from losing a loved one. Not only could we not prevent it, we weren’t there for him during that time. We had no idea he was dying. I thought we were doing the right thing by giving him some space, but it didn't work out for us in the end. We shouldn’t have left him alone…”

Suddenly, Takasugi scurried up next to Matako to hold her hand. He noticed her looking and sounding like she might cry and wanted to comfort her somehow. Matako was surprised by his action, but it made her smile. “Don’t worry, I’m alright,�� she reassured him, giving him a one-armed hug. He stood back for a few seconds like he wasn’t sure, then returned to his area.

Gintoki drank more tea with a pensive expression. “You don’t know this, but I actually had amnesia once from a car accident and lost my identity,” he shared. “Yeah, I became a productive member of society and didn’t remember bad memories from my past, but it wasn’t me. My friends struggled to get me back, and while it didn’t happen right away and I left them to start a new life, they still came to get me eventually. So the way you feel is natural, Matako-san. And although I can’t make any guarantees and can only go by my one experience, I’d say you shouldn’t give up… Just be honest with him.”

……

Matako saw Gintoki off at the entrance when it was time to go. “Thank you again for coming, Shiroyasha,” she said. 

“No problem,” Gintoki replied. “And like I said, I’ll also see what else I can do. I’ll talk to Zura and Tatsuma about it too. So, see you guys later.”

“See ya.” That came from Shinsuke, who had come out to the front. Matako and Gintoki were still a little stunned to hear him speak again at all, but Matako did a double take because his yukata was now up to his knees. He definitely looked taller than he was even less than twenty minutes ago! Now he had an elementary school-age appearance. 

Gintoki also noticed and smirked. “Take care now,” he said.

On his way down the path, Gintoki encountered Takechi coming from the opposite direction with a bag in hand. 

“Were you in a hurry?” Takechi asked, stopping.

“I had some barley tea and we talked for a bit,” Gintoki replied. As he walked past Takechi, he continued, “I don’t know what’ll end up happening, but… he definitely doesn’t need diapers anymore,” and waved back.

……

Gintoki, Katsura, and Sakamoto met at a local restaurant and sat at a booth together, with Gintoki on one side and the other two across. He was catching them up on his visit to the Kiheitai from the day before.

“I admit that I was initially skeptical and didn’t think it was possible for him to be resurrected,” Katsura said. “I admit it, I was wrong.”

“Aren’t you glad things are starting to work out, though?” Sakamoto said. 

“Yeah, but there’s still the issue of him getting his memories back, which the Kiheitai care a lot about,” Gintoki pointed out. “Matako-san seemed upset when I talked to her. I think we should all do our best to help in some way. Takasugi was our friend too, so we want him to get his memories back, right?”

Sakamoto turned to Katsura with a smile and said, “Well, since it’s our turn to visit now, let’s go together. We should do it soon this week.”

“Let’s bring presents,” Katsura suggested excitedly. 

……

After Gintoki left the Kiheitai hideout, Takasugi didn’t try to speak the rest of that day or into the next. Matako and Takechi weren’t sure why, but hypothesized maybe his mind was still settling in and it was part of his development. They asked him at one point if he could remember his past, but he shook his head in confusion. So they tried to tell him some more about his background, and he seemed to be listening, but his reaction was calm, almost unreadable.

It wasn’t until after going to bed that more peculiar things happened once again. Takasugi had another dream where he was standing by a river at night with fireworks going off. It was a beautiful sight, and he watched in awe as different colors and even shapes soared across the sky. There were other people around him watching, including three people right in front of him. Then those three people turned around and smiled at him. There was Matako, Takechi, and a green-haired man wearing sunglasses… Bansai. By the way they were looking at him, it seemed like they were happy he was having a good time and enjoyed being with him. 

The scenery changed somehow seamlessly to a man standing in front of a nondescript background. He had long, light brown hair and wore gray and beige clothing, with his arms crossed and tucked into the opposite sleeves of his haori. He was smiling and had a strong aura like a wise and kind person. He said, I’m proud of you, Shinsuke, so don’t give up. 

Shouyou-sensei? Shinsuke thought as the recognition completely dawned on him.

Takasugi didn’t get to hear a response as he woke up soon after that in the morning. Not only had he grown to adult size overnight, he now finally had a realization about himself. That dream had made everything clear. 

He sat up cross-legged, the blanket falling over his lap. Since he grew a lot over night, his yukata had opened up and became more like a shirt, revealing his bare torso and obviously not long enough anymore to cover his bottom half if not for the blanket. 

Matako groaned slightly as she also started to wake up. She tilted her head to look at Takasugi and was met with the grown version of him staring back at her with his mouth slightly agape.

“Wha- Huh?!” Matako gasped, sitting up and pulling her blanket further over her chest out of reflex. She honestly hadn’t expected to wake up that morning and suddenly see Takasugi look basically like the person she’d known for 12 years. Out of awkwardness, she shifted her position to slightly face away from him while her eyes were still pointed his way. She trembled a little as she reached to push some hair out of her face. 

Takasugi put his hand over his left eye. “Hey… It’s me,” he finally said.

In a flash, Matako went forward to kneel in front of him as he lowered his hand. She looked up right into his eyes. “You can see, can’t you?” she asked with concern. 

Takasugi looked down and took in her expression fully, which conveyed intense emotion. “...Yes, I can see …” he answered. “It’s just that I only noticed now that I got it back…”

“How do you feel now?” 

“I’m still trying to process everything and let the fact that this is real settle in… But I know how and why I came back and accept it. On that day, Shouyou-sensei actually told me his plan to sacrifice himself by using up all the altana in his body to cancel out the terminal’s altana. And he was distraught at the time because he didn’t think he could save me as well…” He raised one side of his mouth in a half smile. “I feel like Sensei was by my side until you came to pick me up again. And he still is here in a way…” 

Takasugi took a scan around the room, then continued, “And even before I got my memories back, I’ve seen over the past couple weeks how you and Takechi have taken care of and protected me, so I’m also grateful to you. Also importantly, I’ve wanted to say I’m sorry for leaving the Kiheitai behind without a word and any hurt caused by my absence. I couldn’t tell you what was going on and I didn’t know how much longer I’d have to live or if I’d see you again at all. But thank you for not giving up on me.”

Matako felt her heart swell and couldn’t help herself, leaning forward to give him a big hug. He was momentarily stunned but formed a small smile and reciprocated. “It really was no problem,” Matako said. “You know the Kiheitai will be there for you. And we may not have had the chance to meet your master, but we can’t thank him enough for making this possible...”

……

Once Shinsuke was fully dressed and had gotten his bearings, he said to Takechi when they were outside walking, “Could you hand me your sword? There’s something I want to see…”

Takechi unsheathed his sword and handed it over without a word, his eyes fixed on Shinsuke’s face the whole time.

Shinsuke raised his left hand and carefully pricked the pad of the middle finger. There were some tiny beads of blood, but nothing else happened. After sucking the blood off his finger, he resumed, “I actually don’t think I had to do that to know I’m still mortal, but I just felt like making a point for myself.” He gave Takechi back his sword.

As Takechi put it away, he responded in an amused tone, “I figured that’s why you wanted it.”

Shinsuke chuckled. “I wanna get a new sword sometime soon, though. It doesn’t feel right not having something at my waist. And I might need it anyway if the Kiheitai has plans.”

……

Later that day, Katsura and Sakamoto came over. “Sorry it’s been a while since I last wrote,” Katsura told Matako as they stood at the genkan with him in front of Sakamoto. He held up a paper bag. “This is a gift for you, Matako-san. It’s one of those new-fangled robot vacuums.”

“Oh, wow,” Matako remarked.

Katsura stepped a little closer to her like he was giving her some topic secret advice, but said in a louder voice with his finger pointed up, “For the little one’s sake, we need to make sure we take care of dust in even the nooks and crannies…”

“It’s really nice, but why are you so loud right now? And anyway, Shinsuke-sama is already…”

“Oi,” came a baritone voice from inside, which got Sakamoto and Katsura to crane their necks around Matako. She led them forward so they could see in the doorway.

Takasugi was sitting on the floor holding a kiseru. “You guys are as loud as ever,” he said with a grin.

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Blog 10

Welcome back to my final blog post!

As I journey through the world of nature interpretation, my personal ethic has become a compass guiding my interactions with the natural world and those who seek to connect with it. Over this semester I have found myself reflecting more on my connection with nature throughout my adventures. For me, nature interpretation is not just about sharing facts and stories, it's about creating meaningful connections and reigniting my interest in a deeper appreciation and stewardship of our environment. In this reflection, I’d like to share my beliefs, responsibilities, and approaches as well as some personal experiences that have helped shape my path.

I would like to begin by sharing some of my core beliefs that have developed over time. My approach to nature interpretation is rooted in my interest in wildlife from a young age which developed into my fascination with the web of life. I firmly believe that every living being, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant, plays a crucial role in maintaining the balance and diversity of our ecosystems. This belief surrounded me on every outdoor adventure, I specifically remember admiring the web of life on a camping trip this past summer where I witnessed the connection of plants, animals, and humans in a remote wilderness setting, reminding me of our shared responsibility to protect and preserve our natural world.

I am passionate about making nature interpretation inclusive and accessible to all. I've seen firsthand the transformative power of connecting diverse audiences with nature, breaking down barriers, and fostering a sense of community and shared responsibility for our planet's well-being. I have enjoyed sharing my passion with friends and family and getting to watch them create their connections with nature. Watching them interpret nature in their own way has given me a different perception.

In my role as a nature interpreter, I hold myself accountable to several key responsibilities:

1. Accuracy: I strive to ensure that the information I share is accurate, up-to-date, and presented transparently. I believe that honesty and integrity are essential for building trust and credibility with my audience. During a nature hike, I came across some plants that I assumed were a type of moss which I misidentified when I checked online. Rather than glossing over my mistake, I used it as a learning opportunity, acknowledging the error and emphasizing the importance of learning in nature interpretation.

2. Cultural Sensitivity: I recognize the importance of incorporating diverse cultural perspectives and indigenous knowledge into my interpretations. This enriches the storytelling and fosters a deeper understanding and respect for the interconnectedness of human-nature relationships. I have recently read the novel “Unsettling Canada” by Arthur Manuel, Grand Chief Ronald M. Derrickson. This novel opened my eyes to the importance of recognizing the history of the land that I had been exploring. I gained invaluable insights into their deep spiritual connection to the land and sustainable practices.

3. Environmental Advocacy: Beyond educating and inspiring individuals, I see myself as an advocate for environmental conservation. I aim to empower others to take meaningful action and make sustainable choices in their daily lives. I have signed up for some tree-planting initiatives this summer and like to think of this as one of many ways for me to translate advocacy into action.

4. Education: The field of environmental science and nature interpretation connected. I am committed to continuing to learn through hands-on experiences as well as extra schooling.

Throughout my journey as a nature interpreter, my approach has shifted from just being immersed in nature to expanding my learning and collaborating with other nature enthusiasts. I plan to build on my connection by gaining some hands-on experience so I can continue learning.

I am also reaching out to more environmental organizations to learn while making an active effort in environmental conservation. By working together with larger initiatives we may amplify the impact of nature interpretation initiatives and foster a culture of environmental stewardship and sustainability in our communities. 

In conclusion, my personal ethic as a nature interpreter is found in respect, inclusivity, integrity, advocacy, and collaboration. By upholding these principles I am committed to environmental education and interpretation, I aspire to foster a deeper appreciation, connection, and stewardship. As I continue to grow, learn, and evolve in environmental stewardship, I am excited to connect with like-minded individuals, share my experiences, learn from others, and collaborate on creating a more sustainable relationship between humanity and nature.

As part of my commitment to fostering a supportive, inclusive, and collaborative community of nature interpreters and environmental educators I look forward to reading and relating to my peers and opening a conversation on how we can better support the planet and each other.