#anyway i thought this page deserved its own post~

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should i tag this with offensive language??

#that's socks peeking out of kenny's dress #anyway i thought this page deserved its own post~ #kenny mccormick #princess kenny #ken #eric cartman #eric #kenman #south park #pencil illustration #coloured pencils #artists on tumblr #blabla #my art #(one day my traditional art pics will look good i swear) #keneric #forgot that one oops~

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in flames [C.L.] | Prologue

Hello and welcome to my very first content post on this page! I couldn't be more excited. Join me on this journey of F1 drama (and help me bridge the gap until the 2024 season starts) and let's see where this will go?

Here's the link to my Masterlist, in case you want to get in touch with more of my work.

Have fun!

story: in flames driver: Charles Leclerc [C.L.] trope: #haterstolovers summary: Always working three times as hard as everyone else, Emma does not intend to blow her chance of driving among the best of the best in her very first season in Formula 1. Concentrating on first and foremost getting ahead of her brother, she does not even notice that there are some people even in her own team who think she does not deserve this spot and would rather see her fail. And one driver in particular seems to have a need of always reminding her of that.

────ʚ P R O L O G U E ɞ────

There is something in the air, and for once, it is not only the smell of gasoline or burnt tires. An almost electrifying feeling spreads, one that permeates even up to the stands. My heart is pounding in my throat, my eyes wide open, and my hands have a firm grip on the steering wheel, as if it would slip away if I relaxed for even a second.

It is the last race of the season, and although I have a clear view on the first corner with not a single other car in front of me, I am more tense than in any other race. Whether it's because it is my final race in F2, and I am emotionally charged anyway, or whether I am more apprehensive about what to expect next year, I cannot say for sure. However, I can feel that expectations are already higher than they have ever been.

The first red light goes on. Then the second. Three, four, five. And then they all go out. My foot presses down on the gas pedal as if of its own accord, while my hands clutch the steering wheel even tighter. I breathe faster, my eyes fixed on the first bend. I can feel the engine beneath me, every single stone on the asphalt, how my car leans into the bend, skids over the curbs, and how I am pressed into the seat as soon as I brake. A smile spreads across my lips.

At this very moment, I'm proud of myself. Proud of all the countless hours in the simulator, on the track, and my entire life devoted to just one thing: racing. Whether it's racing cars, karts, or even supermarket trolleys – I take pride in it all. I'm proud of how my whole team rallied after a horrendous season start with "DNF" next to my name like it belonged to me. Despite numerous mistakes with tire choices, pit stops, understeering, oversteering, or just misjudging when to brake, giving up was never an option.

I can't recall my first day in a racing car, but my first win is etched in my memory. It was the year my brother switched karting teams, and since he was predicted to be the next rising star, they probably thought getting me that seat would boost their popularity even more. It wasn't until the second year in karting that I got the chance to stand on that small podium and finally win a race.

Whenever I think about that day, I see my mom cheering me on and my dad coming to me afterward, checking statistics, racing strategies, analyzing the track line, and telling me that I still wasn't giving it my all compared to my brother. But at the same time, my skin remembers the tingling feeling when I got to hold the trophy in my hands, which I could barely wrap my hands around. My cheeks were burning from all the smiling, and I probably had tons of bruises on my shoulders from people patting me on the back, telling me how much I deserved this. That trophy still sits on the top shelf in my bedroom, and every time I look at it, a wave of gratitude and happiness washes over me instantly.

“Emma, are you listening to me? Box, box.” The voice coming from my earplugs drowns out the noise from the motor. My race engineer, Enzo, has been with me for quite some time, and somehow, I cannot shake the feeling that I will do a lot worse without him next season. I will hold him accountable if my only chance in Formula 1 goes to waste because he did not want to “be part of seeing you crashing under the pressure of people who do not know you.”

“Copy.” I navigate the car into the pit lane, where I can already see a team of blue mechanics with “DAMS” written on their backs waiting in their positions for me to come in.

The car screeches to a halt as I position myself between the white marks on the floor. The jackman lifts the car, allowing the tire changers to swoop in and perform what they have been training for in countless hours of practice and all the races during the season. Metallic clatter fills the air. Relying on such an iconic and well-oiled machine, a team, and their actions which are completely out of my control, while I am sitting here not being able to interfere has been the hardest part to accept. To be honest, that took a lot of time and work on myself, being able to trust these people every week, not blaming them or myself for any mistakes that happened. For two years they have been nothing short of supportive, understanding, and calm, kind of like a mountain in a storm. A wave of emotions hits me.

As the last nut tightens, the jack is released. I feel the jolt and with a nod from the pit crew chief, I am out of the box again. My car rejoins the track.

“That is Vesti in front of you, 13.9 seconds for P2.”

“Copy.”

The hum of the engine, the wind against my visor, the grip beneath me, thanks to the fresh rubber – most of the time, this is the moment where I appreciate where I am. For the first rounds of a race, anxiety and adrenaline are overruling every other thought, every other feeling, every other impulse. But after the first pit stop, the weight falls off, the clouds in your mind clear, and you can fully focus on what is ahead. The car starts to feel like I am an inseparable part of it. A sense of purpose and determination burn bright in my heart. I want to win this race – not for me, but for the team.

Frederik Vesti has been one kind of a competitor this season. The Dane coming from F3, where he got crowned champion, was nothing short of passion for racing. The battles with him were ones to be remembered, with one of us always having to retire from the race. Our respective teams were not very fond of our rivalry, but I saw some mechanics taking bets on the outcomes of these battles for the last few races.

I gain ground with every corner, chicane, twist, and turn.

��Emma, you’re closing in. The gap is down to six seconds. Push, push!” Enzo’s voice crackles over the team radio. I nod, until I realize that he cannot see me.

“Alrighty, let’s do this.” My grip tightens, the engine roars in response to my foot applying even more pressure on the accelerator pedal. It feels like eternity until I am somewhat close to a position I can overtake from.

“Fastest sector 1 and sector 2. Gap to P2 is two seconds.” Adrenaline along with anticipation is pumping through my veins. Approaching the straight, cheers blend in with the sound of the engine and the voice in my headphones coming from the team radio. With each passing meter, I am getting closer to Dennis in front of me, with the vibrations of the chassis reminding me of the power, elegance, and trust that lie within my hands.

I dart out behind him, unleashing the full power of the car. It is risky, but my gut tells me that this will work out just fine. My eyes focus on the next corner, trying to give my senses a feeling of where I would have to brake at the latest to not mess this opportunity up. The crowd cheers. I get ahead, timing my move perfectly, hitting the brakes like never before, giving it my all. As I move into the corner with my opponent being stuck behind me, I try to block any gaps he could use for a counterattack. And then there it is.

“YOU DID IT! P2! LET’S BRING THIS HOME!”

In this moment I can feel Vesti’s acknowledgment. Many of the men I met on my path were belittling and smiling at me whenever I voiced my dreams of becoming a Formula 1 world champion, but I met so many more who told me that they have never seen such potential within a young woman. And every time I won a race, made it on the podium, or succeeded in a maneuver, I knew that I should rather listen to the second group.

The last lap unfolds. My emotions are running wild, and I can already feel some tears coming. “Guys, I just wanted…”

“Not now, Emma. Bring it home. This is yours.” Enzo’s voice is not as strong as before, maybe because he as well is a bit emotional.

Suddenly the whole world comes to a halt. The last straight lies ahead of me, but all I can think about is how I am going to miss my team. I think about how everything will change from now on, how all these people will continue with their life, and the next driver that comes along, whereas for me, they made such a big difference in my journey.

A fleeting moment of victory evokes as the checkered flag is waved as I cross the finish line.

“P2, Emma, P2. Congrats, you did an amazing job! What an ending to this season. Thank you, thank you so much.”

“Great job, Emma! I hope you will show some of those F1 monsters where you came from!”

“YES, WE DID IT! P2, what a result!”

Tears are dwelling up. I take a few breaths in to calm my nervous system, but it does not seem to work. “Thank you so much, every single one of you. I don’t know who I would be without you. I’m going to miss you so much, guys!”

The crowd roars, celebrating Théo Pourchaire’s win. There are congratulations over the team radio, people waving flags of different drivers in their respective team colors.

As the victory lap ends and the car comes to a halt in front of the banner with a big “2” on it, I need a few seconds to sort myself out. I sit and breathe. This is the last time getting out of this car, the last time celebrating with this team, the last time hearing applause, and cheers. After that, it is back to square one with an even more demanding car. The next season starts as soon as I step out of this car. Shaking hands with my future race engineers and team principal, and talking about how soon I can fly out to get some hours in the simulator done. Reaching out to my personal trainer to redo my schedule, training not only 6 times a week but rather twice every day. Going for a mental coach. And on top of that, getting back in touch with my family. The weight of the moment settles in.

I unbuckle the safety harness, take out the steering wheel, and lift myself off the seat. I stand on my car, having a look around. Then I jump off and run towards pit crew, the mechanics, and engineers who all gathered behind the gates. They embrace me in a tight hug, patting my shoulders and my head that is still covered in the helmet. No one can see the tears of joy that are soaked up by the material inside the helmet.

As I make my way back, I take my helmet off. I am sure the mixture of sweat and tears let my face burn in a bright red color, but the smile on my face should let the people know that I am filled with gratitude.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see my father standing there. I smile at him, but I get nothing in return. Time seems to stand still; I do not even hear how the third-placed driver is being interviewed. I furrow my eyebrows. Why is he not smiling? He shakes his head, his eyes dropping to the ground. Then he turns around and walks away.

And suddenly I remember why my father was not smiling. It is because I did finish second. I did not win the race. And as he used to say: Being the first loser is still being a loser. And a tiny voice in my head tells me, what I am trying to shove away during races: Your brother could have done better.

“And now, on to the second place, the surprise of the season: Emma Verstappen!”

────ʚ [Masterlist] [Chapter I] ɞ────

#formula 1 #f1 #f1 fanfic #charles leclerc #haters to lovers #f1 imagine #slow burn

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Guys Deserve Flowers Too

Saw this post and it got me thinking…

Imagine see a handful of flowers that remind you of Katsuki. Imagine what they are but I was thinking of, well, Imma just collage it cause I don’t know how familiar with flowers y’all are…

On second thought, the picture is giant so I’ll put it…. so where else, maybe…

Anyway, you see these flowers and the kinda look like explosions and the flower lady tells you they (Dahlias) are stubborn flowers and they’re tough to kill so it literally is Bakugo Katsuki/Pro Hero Dynamight and now you HAVE to get them. So you do and you get a few others you think will look good.

Carnations last a long time when they’re cut, not withering as fast as other flowers.

Lantanas are cute little bundles of petals and the orange and red ones are so purty…

Course, you want some green in the bright conglomeration of bursting colors so you go with some leather leaf fern cause they’re big and refreshing.

You leave the shop with two bags of flowers and you’re beaming about them. The excitement kinda plateaus when you get home and realize you don’t have a vase big enough. You’re shocked by that fact because Katsuki’s bough GIANT bouquets for you before. You look everywhere and cannot find a vase.

Then you see one of the decorative jar things—ya know what I mean, right? It was black clay and you never understood why people would get something like that and just eat it sit unused. It just collected dust on a shelf full of other things that collected dust so it’s existence was an annoyance to you but Mitsuki bought it as a housewarming gift so…

Anyway, you used that. It was about time it pulled its own weight anyway, even if your husband would think you’re an idiot for using a decorative like that as a vase. You would argue that vases were a type of decorative and they were meant to be used but that didn’t matter.

What matters is you and the amazing bouquet just finished. Yaaasss! It’s beautiful, no doubt, because it made with l o v e. A fact you will rub in your snooty husband’s gorgeous face if he dares to make fun of you because that’s who we are, right?! Right.

He comes come and you greet him from her spot on the couch. He kisses your head as he walks by, mumbling a greeting of his own before he hops in the shower. You continue reading or doing whatever it is you like to do.

At some point in life, he notices the giant bouquet on the kitchen island and he stops. He didn’t buy those. The man narrows his eyes in thought, mentally going through all the important dates before deciding it wasn’t an important day today. Unless something happened that he didn’t know about. The man decided to probe.

“You got flowers,” he grumbled stupidly.

“Uh-huh,” you hummed absentmindedly, not giving him anything.

“Look nice.”

“Thanks.”

You looked at his back, giggling silently to yourself before looking blankly at your book when he turned around. You could see the confused look on his face out of the corner of you eye and it took everything you had not to burst into laughter.

“You get ‘em from that shop by the bakery?”

“No. They’re from a new place that opened up—by where the farmers market is. It’s a cute little shop.”

He stares silently at you before looking back at the flowers then back at you. You could hear the frustration on his face. He would cave in eventually. Bakugo Katsuki hated admitting he didn’t know something important and if he forgot an important date then it was worse. He wouldn’t ask, but, well, he couldn’t think of a single special occasion that happened today. So, he had to ask.

“Any reason for ‘em?”

You hummed softly, kicking your foot up and down before turning a page. You weren’t really reading but, well…“For you.”

Did he really forget something? But you didn’t usually buy him flowers except on his birthday and, even then, it was always simple and never this large. “Why?” he asked.

“Cause I kinda like you, that’s why.”

He made a face and you laughed at it, getting up from the couch to cup his pouty cheeks. He gently grabbed your hips, tugging you a little close as you look up at him with a soft smile. “They reminded me of you, that’s all,” you say, smiling growing when his ears turn a soft pink.

He doesn’t understand that sort of thing—how flowers could remind you of him. You know he doesn’t, so you explain it. As you speak, your hands move and your arms end up resting on his shoulders as you fiddle with your fingers behind his head. You feel like a schoolgirl with a big fat crush when he wraps his arms around you and gently sways, his red eyes lighting up the more you talk. It embarrassing and you feel like you’re on fire, but you wouldn’t mind burning if it was for him. Not like he’d let you burn. It makes you nervous and shy but you explain it anyway because he’s worth being shy for.

You tell him how stubborn he is and how resilient. How determined and strong he is.

You tell him how his touch lingers on your mind endlessly, how you live for the way you can feel him—can see him in the world around you even when he’s not there.

He snorts softly when you tell him how beautiful he is—how pretty his eyes are—and you puff out your cheek in response, pouting at his lack of faith. You ask him if he doesn’t trust you or if he never looks in the mirror and he mumbles that he trusts you more than anyone else in the world. So you tell him again, that he’s the most gorgeous person you’ve ever met. That the small moments you share with him make you fell close to bursting because you love him so much and you know he loves you too.

You tell him you love how he fits against you—how you fit against him. How safe you feel in his large arms and how protected you feel just by seeing him. You tell him that, after a long day, all you need is one hug and you feel so refreshed and loved.

It mushy and soft and lovey-dovey but you tell him all that anyway. You’re too embarrassed to look at him and he must share the same sentiment cause he buries his face in the crook of your neck, planting a few small kisses by your shoulder. You shyly press your face into your other shoulder, biting your bottom lip as your cheeks burn.

“Do you like them?” you whisper softly, gently fiddling with his hair.

He doesn’t respond, not for awhile. He seeks refuge in your arms—in the safety of your love and you let him. You’re more than happy to. Eventually he mumbles against you. You can’t hear him. You don’t really need to. You know what he said—what he meant. It makes you smile, makes you press his head further into you as you wrap an arm around his shoulder and hug him close. It’s the same feeling driving Katsuki to press his palm against your back and press you even further into himself. His other hand fiddles with your belt loop while he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“You’re an idiot,” he finally says and you snort.

“Whatever, dummy.”

“I should be buying you flowers, dumbass” he mumbles.

You know how grateful he is and you know that he treasures everything you said. You know he only said what he did because he thinks he has to work to deserve you and you know that, even if you told him no. It was you who was undeserving, he would never believe you.

He appreciates your words, you know he does, but he’s an actions kind of man and everything will always mean more to him if he sees your love. You know he sees it which is why he’s so shy all of a sudden. You’re feeling a bit coy yourself and bite your bottom lip, puffing out your cheeks as you do and you can feel the tips of your ears tingling.

“Yeah, well, guys deserve flowers too,” you breathe, “idiot.”

He snorts softly, kicking your shin lightly. “Idiot,” he parrots and you burry your smile in his hair.

It wasn’t until later in the week when Bakugo noticed the black paint on the substitute vase was running off due to the water and, well, you both had a great time trying to find that exact clay decorative in the store. It was a bonding experience, you told him. He called you an idiot but that was no surprise.

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#heh oopsies #Mitsuki would beat Katsuki’s ass for ruining her gift #yes she knows it was you #but she would never blame anything on her perfect and precious daughter-in-law #you’re safe bb #back to Bakugo Katsuki and how much we love him #am i right or what #bnha #mha #bakugo katsuki #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou imagine #bakugo drabble #bakugou drabble #mha x reader #bakugo x reader #x reader fluff #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #lol #cascade05 #bakugo katsuki fluff #bnha fluff #bakugo fluff #bakugo imagine

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Good Samaritan Chapter 10 sneak peek!

Meant to post this tidbit from the latest chapter draft yesterday but I forgor.. anyway. Have Mark going through it again:

"It was Cesar who had first suggested it: writing. To put down the thoughts that he couldn’t say out loud, that he couldn’t express to anyone or anything other than an impartial witness. But as the pages filled, their spines bent and distorted from the weight of a laden hand, the books began to feel less passive and more condemning, judging him for each heavy thought, every feeble wobble and stumble. Turning back through previous entries was shameful; private comments and secretive wishes were blurted out loud and clear, regurgitated back into his mind with mocking tones and a sneering voice that was not his own and yet sounded exactly like him.

But once he’d started it was hard to stop. Each word he’d committed to paper was a release in spite of the pain that came from being confronted with them every time he opened the cover. Like the lash of a whip, every sentence - half-formed or complete - struck hard, ripping at him and flaying through flesh and bone to tear at his insides, leaving him bloody and raw in a way that made him curl up tightly on his side against the sheets until the mercy of sleep deigned to claim him.

It was self-flagellation of the most intimate kind; no longer punishing himself with general worries and stress but tailored blades that gutted him deeply and twisted between the gaps in his ribs. Mental agony that made his body ache and his joints tire and his heart squeeze tight in his chest. Addictive anguish: knowing he deserved it only made it all the sweeter. Pain that didn’t require his teeth and flaking fingers or a cross mashed so hard into the membrane of his lips that copper tinged his tongue like an old friend.

It was abhorrent yet kind. Hazing but familiar in the way that it burned and set his teeth on edge. Misery that was comfortable in its brutality, and therefore pain that he could allow."

#hail true body au #htb mark #tmc #tmc au #my writing #wip #ough it's a big mark chapter this time lads #with a little bit of thatcher and ruth in there too :)

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Hi! I'm so excited that there's a Blue Castle book club happening, it's one of my favorite L. M. Montgomery books and also one of my favorite books of all time and seeing all the posts have made me so happy! I'm planning to reread Blue Castle via audiobook so I can catch up soon! :D

Also, I would love to know your thoughts on Jane of Lantern Hill - I love Jane, and the ending where her parents get back together always makes me cry 💜

I also loved your Blythe kids ranking post, my favorite is Rilla but Walter is a close second, and I have such a soft spot for Rilla/Kenneth.

Anyway, thanks for listening to my rambling, your blog is amazing and I'm thrilled to see more l m montgomery/blue castle fans come out of the woodwork because of the book club!

Oh my gosh...someone asking me my opinion of Jane of Lantern Hill? Giving me an opportunity to talk about my FAVORITE LM Montgomery book??? A GIFT

First of all, about the blue castle book club: WELCOME!! I'm excited to read your thoughts as we approach these next chapters!! It is also one of my favorite LM Montgomery books and favorite books of all time, so I'd like to commend you on your taste. 😌 Rilla and Walter absolutely deserve the top two spots in the Blythe kid ranking as well!

I've written a post about Jane before, but I'll happily repeat some of my thoughts here.

I think Jane of Lantern Hill was one of the last LM Montgomery books I read. After reading so many, you develop expectations about who the main character of an LM Montgomery novel is. Without fail - Anne, Emily, the Story Girl, Rilla, Pat, Valancy Stirling- all of them are dreamy, sensitive, and poetic. This definitely ranges - Valancy is more acerbic than Anne, who is gentler than Emily, who is less ditzy than Rilla - but I think it's safe to say these are the hallmarks of an LM Montgomery main character (excluding short stories - never forget alexander abraham).

Jane is a wee bit of an outlier in this respect. While Valancy pores over John Foster, and Emily and Anne write poetry, and the Story Girl keeps audiences spellbound--Jane is noted to be brilliant in math. She definitely possesses many of the hallmarks listed above, from hating ugly houses to having a flair for reciting, but Jane has a hard practicality that isn't quite as present in the others. Unlike Anne, for example, Jane is very down to earth. That's why she's probably (okay this changes like every day but still) my favorite LM Montgomery heroine; I find her competence and sense appealing.

Now that I think about it, the book shares a lot in common with the Blue Castle. Much like Valancy, Jane is miserable at the beginning of her book, and much like Valancy, the book focuses on her finding a safe space and making it her own in a way. However, if The Blue Castle is romantic, Jane of Lantern Hill is cozy. It is extremely re-readable to me because it is the epitome of cozy. Jane also has to learn to stand on her own two feet and gain her own autonomy, but on its on a homier scale than Valancy's is.

Andrew Stuart is also one of my favorite male characters LM Montgomery has ever written. He holds strong in the top three with Walter and Barney every time. He's technically (on the most technical of technicalities) a romantic interest, but the lens of the book is Jane, and so the lens on Andrew is as a father - and this, this is where the book really shines.

Also, as I've written before, Jane of Lantern Hill is about father-daughter relationships in the most heartwarming way. Jane of Lantern Hill is a love story, but it's the love between a father and his daughter. Andrew Stuart, for all his flaws, is an exceedingly likeable character. Jane--and through Jane, the reader--feels safe with him, and it comes through on almost every page. I think this is what makes the book so cozy. It's the story of a little girl who lives a very cold and lonely life, only to find someone who loves her very much and in that someone, a home.

#also the grandmother is one of the best villains lm montgomery has ever written #jane of lantern hill #lm montgomery

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package day! it's nuis nuis and more nuis this time (plus misc but all smic)

first the asanuma cover issue of seiyuu animedia aka the only thing i was originally going to buy lol

it's a lot bigger than i thought it would be and the pages are all thick like a proper photobook, asnm's warumono-san photoshoot is fucking glorious in its entirety and there are soma and shoutan spreads in here too (which is written on the cover but i was too asnm-focused to even notice until i flipped through)

got two copies to potentially cut one up for poster-making but... idk if i can bring myself to do that, might just keep a spare lmao

OK SO NOW THE NUIS. ALL THE NUIS

the family grows!! and by like a lot lmao

ew02 nuis have finally been obtained, and yes i got the new ones that i said were ugly (it was like an affectionate sort of ugly!)

i still need to get clothes for the 15cm fanmade ones, they're absurdly adorable (more stiff than i imagined, in a good way) but completely naked. so photo gets cropped here for now lol. did pick them up a... familiar-looking jacket they can share in the meantime though

ichiro cosplay jumpscare! not for wearing, will see if i can somehow incorporate it into a nui house/nest area

(just to be fair to the two blorbos i picked up a set of samatoki cosplay bracelets too lol)

anyway. most of the nuis are new but the orig design ichinui and samanui are dupes because......

these new ones have bones! and beef. with the original originals. but. surely they'll start to get along soon......

i thought a lot about getting just the bones and doing the surgery myself but honestly i don't have the heart to cut them open. or the skill lmao. so luckily managed to find a listing for bone-in ones

grabbed a bunch of clothes for them too

and love them, holy shit they fit so well. if i can find this shop again i might buy more next time

(they're too cute for me to change their clothes now... will get around to letting them try on the other outfits later)

last but abso-fucking-lutely not least FOOD CRIMES GEORG HAS BEEN PROCURED

been on the hunt for these stands since the designs first came out tbh, candyapplegate will never die. to me. ichiro what is the matter with you

(the stands are TINY but i love them to bits)

so yeag the "just two magazines" order became very much. not that lmao. there's also a postcard that deserves its own post so i'll get to that once i clean everything up

think i finally have enough nuis now <- guy who has 2 more on preorder for this month lmao

#unboxing #kanikore #no nui no life #they're not really worth photographing but i also finally got the hpmi slippers (one bb and one mtc pair) #and they're like. a lot higher quality than i expected? #very pleased with those. ok cleaning then. The Postcard

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madney fic recs 🔮

decided to make a post of my favourite madney fics because there are so many underrated gems and they can be impossible to find.

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as you wish by lilythesilly (1K)

“As you wish.” 

“Ah!” Jee-Yun holds her sippy cup up to the television, like she’s toasting Westley on screen. 

“That’s right, Jee-Jee,” Chim says and reaches down to grab her when she toddles back over to him. “It means ‘I love you’.” 

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Or, Chim watches The Princess Bride.

touch me with slow hands by maddieandchimney (2K)

Maddie and Chimney celebrate their engagement when it's just the two of them.

midnight under moonlight by lullatone (2K)

“So, what you’re saying is, is that your father is a-”

“A werewolf, yes.”

“Which means you and Albert are also-”

“-also werewolves, yes yes."

How am I supposed to tell you? by IGotOutOfTheOceanForYou (3K)

Summer camp counselors Maddie, Josh and Linda meet their new team member, but for one of them he ends up being more than just a new colleague.

i like you a latte by lilythesilly (3K)

“How long are you and Maddie going to pine over each other from a distance before you actually do something about it?” 

Chim sticks his finger in his mouth and holds it up in the air. “Wind says I have about another six months, but the Santa Ana’s say eight.” 

“Chim,” Hen says quietly, which stops him in his tracks. Oh god, she’s about to say something sincere. “You deserve to be happy.” 

It leaves a sour taste in his mouth and he tries to swallow it down. “C’mon, look around me! There is an espresso machine shaped like a volcano right there.” But she continues to hold his gaze, and in Chim’s experience not taking Hen’s advice is always a mistake so he relents, “I am happy. But I could be…happier I guess.” 

Hen smiles gently and squeezes his shoulder, picking up the now empty pastry tray. “So then do something about it.”

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Or, a Madney Coffee Shop AU.

mountain sounds by lullatone (4K)

Anyway, the point is Maddie’s supposed to be on vacation right now.

Instead she’s stuck on some dirt road with a flat tire, no cell service, and a sneaking suspicion that she made a wrong turn a few miles back. 

AKA: Maddie gets stranded and meets a very handsome bearded man in the woods.

& part two!

 we just got the start wrong by theyarnmaidstale (4K)

After weeks of being at odds, Chimney knows exactly how he and Maddie got off on the wrong foot, but now, as he's kissing her under the mistletoe at Bobby's Christmas party, he'd kind of like to get on the right one.

Those who hate Los Angeles, have never been in love by olimakes (6K)

He pulls out his phone again.

“Chimney?”

It takes him a minute to answer, a minute to pull his eyes away from the screen and meet Maddie’s concerned gaze.

“What is it,” she asks.

He licks his lip. “It’s, uh, it’s my father. His assistant at least.” Maddie frowns and he continues. “He’s coming to LA. Apparently, that means sending a four-page email via his executive assistant. Not a phone call.”

Or, learning that his father is visiting, Chimney struggles.

10K-25K

Alone together by jupiterfics (13K)

There aren't a lot of places Buck can sit comfortably with his thoughts, but here—out on the water, body weightless as long as he lies still, no sound but the lap of the waves and the breath thrumming in his chest—here there's nothing in the world to drag him down, no anger no worry and, most of all, no regrets to fill his lungs and suffocate him. Here on the water it's fine that he's alone.

He wonders if Maddie felt alone when she died.

or;

Five years after his sister is legally declared dead, Buck finds his way to Los Angeles and joins the 118, hoping he can make Maddie's memory proud.

And the universe smiles down on him.

This World May Lose Its Motion, Love, If I Prove False to Thee by louderthanwords (18K)

Maddie arrived in L.A. eight months ago after fleeing the cult she was raised in and her abusive pastor husband. Now as she moves into her own apartment and continues to build her new life, Maddie’s friendship with Chimney begins to blossom.

& part one (although not madney centred)

in another life, i would be your girl by madneyfiles (25K)

Maddie and Chimney are in a secret relationship, knowing their love won't be approved by their parents, who are fierce business rivals. Their plans to run away when they turn 18 are shattered when Maddie's marriage to Doug is fixed by her parents after she turns 18. The only reason Maddie feels compelled to agree? Her brother, Evan.

25K-50K

She Made Herself Stronger (by Fighting with the Wind) by princessfbi (35K)

“Books are my love language,” Maddie said as she handed Chimney the book. “Movies are yours. This is a movie, right?”

Chimney jerked his head up in alarm as he looked at her and Maddie couldn’t help but laugh as she dropped the ruse.

“I’m kidding. I know Fight Club is a movie.”

The Madney Bookstore AU we all deserve and the Buddie Teen Romance to add a spice of chaos.

(Don't) let this be the end by yourestrongerthanyouthinkyouare (43K -INCOMPLETE)

Evan Buckley has a sister. He never talks about her, not because he hates her but to keep their memories safe in his heart, because from the moment she stopped talking to him, memories are all he has left. Maddie Buckley gave up everything to save her brother and she never regrets doing it, but she would do anything to hug him one last time.

50K+

sometimes a shadow wins by maddieandchimney (52K)

It's been Chimney and Doug against the world for fifteen years, so when Maddie unwittingly gets caught between the two best friends, everything changes.

You Are So Much More Than Your Father’s Son by louderthanwords (82K)

She knew it was a risk to leave. After ten years of being married to Sergeant Doug Kendall, Maddie knew exactly what it might cost her to flee Hershey with her son and daughter. She just hopes her brother can forgive her for the danger she’s brought to his doorstep when she arrives in LA with her kids after five years of silence.

& part two & part three

Stronger than Fear by diaz_evan (90K)

“No, wait! Chimney!” Buck rushes out but is stopped immediately by three armored Peacekeepers. “No!” He pushes against their arms, fighting against their killer grasp. He gathers all his strength and breaks through, so he can be seen from the stage. “I volunteer!”

Maddie and Buck are District 12's Tributes. The fight to keep each other alive begins now

[my buddie fic rec list]

#madney #madney fic #fic rec #madney fic rec #911fic #911 fic #911 fic rec #maddie buckley #chimney han #911 fox #911 #911 abc

[badsalmonella]

pls post your thoughts on camelot!

Hihihi!!! Sorry this has been sitting in my ask for a bit I've been trying to find the time and energy to put down my thoughts!

The general overview is, I think I definitely see the faults people had with it, I think the book is hard to fix and even with the changes there are certain beats they HAVE to hit because of the music, but I also think it has so many gems and this show is so well acted like I find the good far out weighs the bad for me. It's just really engaging grand theater to meee it can be so silly and fun but also really hit with these very earnest moments 🥺, also considering all the drama and tragedy it is surprISINGLY HILARIOUS!! I was giggling so much in act 1. Like RIP to the person sitting next to me who had to see me grip my face and GASP every time something wild happened lmaooo. GOD JUST AHHHHHH SOME OF THOSE MOMENTS WENT SO HARD!!!! Here I'll try my best to narrow some down jk I did a horrible job at narrowing down

- AH that imagery of the single tree in the snow at the very top of the show. Lovely.

-the entire scene with the wedding gone wrong is just soo good and like a mini show on its own with its own little arc. I was so charmed by Phillipa and Andrew's chemistry fr fr so good! I could probably fill a whole post with just moments from this bit!

-When Guinevere is below the right side of the stage (I was sitting to the left)and when she hears the knights refer to him as King her head just slooooooooowly pops into view like 👁️👁️

-Genny: WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME YOU WERE KING?!?!?

Arthur: after I sang abt the weather.

-King Arthur post Merlin death 🥺🥺🥺🥺😭

-ok but the little orchestra nod to Follow Me during Merlin's death. Thank you. They did that for me. It's not much but I appreciate it.

-"I gotta pace to think. I gotta be doing something. Merlin told me something but I got distracted and forgot" bestie you can fit SO much ADHD IN THIS KING.

- C'est Moi entrance was a slay

. 10/10 would let that armor burn my retinas again 👌🏼

-"I deserve. Your harshest. punISHHHHHHHMEEEEEEENNNTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!"

Lancelot, bestie there is something so wrong with you I'm obsessed.

- Genny (To Lance): ...And do you think you've perfected your soul??

- The Lusty Month of May, also a SLAY she is SO hot! I'm sorry but Guinevere is at her most wild and unhinged she is doing shit that had me going BANANAS when she puts on that pink dress, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

-after Lusty Month of May the knights were chatting but I became deeeeeply focused on ensemble member Matias trying trying to balance a mug on his forehead. At first one person was watching, then two, then eventually Guinevere joined in. Like gjdhks I kept giggling.

Arthur(also to Lance): pleasesayno 👀👀👀👀👀👀

-TAKE ME TO THE FAIR. WAS SO FUCKING FUN. I WAS DOING EVIL GOOFY LITTLE GIGGLES THE WHOLE TIME. GENNY IS THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO BULLY LANCELOT ON THIS BLOG. AND THAT'S BECAUSE I THINK THIS IS A DEEPLY FUCKED UP FORM OF FOREPLAY FOR HER.

-Genny: ~SIIIIIRRRRRR LIIIIIONNNEELLLLL~~~ 😏😏😩😩😩💦💦💦

Lionel: Ma'am. 😐

Genny: u g h 🙄

-I COULD MAKE A WHOLE POST ABT THIS ONE TOO LIKE SOSOSOSO FUNNY.

-Guinevere kept having mini moments of chemistry with like the ensemble member played by Holly Gould, and like I THOUGHT MAYBE I WAS CRAZY, but at the end of act 1 my friend also turned to me and was like "yo what is GOING ONNNN with those two??? 👀👀👀👀" Gjhdskgsbsvs a bi icon. 🩷💜💙

- ANYWAYS Not Pelly AND Genny rooting for the Lancelot downfall!!! Gjsgdgdgs

-ok but the moment when Lance finds the pages that Genny specifically drafted....bestie you could see the proposition baking in HIS brain.

-"So weird Genny when you don't like most people you're still civil with them what's going on hereee???" 👀👀👀 What IS going on here???

- Arthur: Will you stop this?

Genny: If the King commands it....

👁️👁️🔥🔥 oK. THEY WERE INSANE FOR THAT ONE. NOT THE LOOK THEY SHOT EACH OTHER. anyways bully them both. I support it.

- THE SWORD FIGHTING WAS LIKE ACTUALLY SO GOOD OMG. WE LOVE FIGHT CHOREO

- okokokok but when one of the knights pushed down Lancelot's squire and he shot that knight the DEADLIEST GLARE and tHEN HE PUSHED THE KNIGHT DOWN AT THE END OF THEIR FIGHT. 🔥👌🏼🤌🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 letSSSSS GOOOOO!!!

-WHEN KING ARTHUR GOT INTO THE FIGHT AND TWIRLED OUT TWO SWORDS HALF WAY THROUGH?!?!!!!! AND THEN LANCE LIKE STRAIGHT UP ON STAGE CAUGHT HIS SECOND SWORD??? BEING TOSSEDDDD OVER TO HIM??!!!!!! LIKE I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH HOW COOL THIS WAS???????

-Arthur(whispering desperately in Lancelot's ear mid fight) : HEY NO HARD FEELINGS THIS IS JUST FOR MORALE

Fhhdjshdjsh

- ARTHUR STOPPING THE FIGHT TO ASK LANCELOT ABOUT BAGUETTES ?!??? THEY ARE LITERALLYYYY MY BLORBOOOSSS!!!!

-KING ARTHUR GETS KNOCKED OUT CUZ HE SAW HIS FAVOURITE BIRD AND GOT DISTRACTED. I AM NOT JOKING.

-anyways scene where he gets "resurrected" was the moment. It was amazing. Everything was silent. The spotlight was ON. I LOVED IT.

- RIP that Lance Genny gaze tho 💀💀💀 RIGHT in front of Arthur's salad.

- Lancelot: this might be our only moment alone together I have to tell you---

Genny: DON'T.

OoOooOOoOOOoO the way I am RIPPING OUT MY SEAT CUSHION.

-Before I Gaze At You Again, my beloved. My underrated moment 💖💖

-WHEN KING ARTHUR TURNED HIS BACK TO THE AUDIENCE. AND DRAMATICALLY THREW HIS CAPE ON THE THRONE. THEN SAID "propositionnn....." THE WAY I WENT DEAD SILENT. THE WAY I HELD MY BREATH. HE WAS LIKE I AM OOOVERRRRRE THIS LOVE TRIANGLE SHIT. HE DID NOTTTT COME TO PLAY. WHERE THE F U C K WAS ANDREW BURNAP'S TONY NOM????

-Anyways hot girls know the Act 1 monologue is fire. It's MY Coachella. Zero regrets for screaming and clapping for that one.

- OK NOT ACT 2 OPENING WITH LANCELOT SINGING IN FRENCH AND GUINEVERE BEING SOOOOO OVER IT.

-Anyways If Ever I Would Leave You immaculate. Amazing. Spectacular. The best. Wow. Shout out to that woman in front of me who turned to her family and whispered " I know this one...."

-THE ALMOST HAND TOUCH oWuGh . 😩

- *Dramatic Mordred reveal*"I GUESS THE CHAINS OF WEDLOCK ARE SO HEAVY YOU NEED THREE PEOPLE TO CARRY IT" if it were up to me....that would be an applause moment.

- WHAT DO THE SIMPLE FOLK DO WHST DO THE SIMPLE FOLK DO OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MYGOD.

-first of all leading with calling Henny your business partner ARTHUR BUDDY WHAT ARE YOU ACTUALLY DOING?????

-Andrew Burnap literally RAMPED UP the teary eyes when he told Genny like "I know you get sad. Don't you ever want someone to talk to???" HE CHOSE VIOLENCE. ON ME.

-AND LIKE I WAS ON THE SIDE I HAD PERFECT VIEW OF PHILLIPA'S FACE. IT WAS SOSOSOSOSO HEART BREAKING

-AND LIKE THEY WEREN'T EVEN LOOKING AT EACH OFHER!!!!! THEY COULDN'T EVEN SEE HOW EMOTIONAL THEY BOTH GOT IN THAT MOMENT!!!!!! I AM SHOOTING MYSELF INTO SPACE. MOMENTS LIKE THIS ARE WHY I LIIIIIIIIVE FOR SHOW IN THE VIV BEAUMONT LIKE OH MY GOOOODDDD. THE LOVE IS THERE!!!!! THEY JUST CAN'T SEEEEE IT!!!!!!!!!!

-anyways their dance was so sweet. So playful. So lovely.

-When I heard his "Genny..." On the album I thought he was tired. Like "genny...plz no more verses of this song... 😮‍💨" BUT I WAS WRONG! THE FULL CONTEXT IS HIM JUST OPENLY HAVING A MOMENT OF PURE LOVE AND ENDEARMENT FOR GENNY. I'M

-MORDRED . WAITING IN THE BACK. FOR THINGS TO START GOING WELL ....BUT NOT TOO WELL BEFORE REVEALING THAT ARTHUR FINALLY GOT A LETTER FROM MORGAN LE FAY!!!!!!

-aND THEN DROPPING THAT LANCELOT IS GUARDING THE QUEEN THAT NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!

-OWUGHGOWUGHEOUWGEOWUGEGW NOT ARTHUR'S LONG PAUSE THEN "Ok......oK. OK. ok. This is fine. " Gjjdhdjshshsj

- FIE ON GOODNESS. WOW. WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS TO BE THE STAGING STAND OUT MOMENT BUT GODDAMN. IT'S AMAZING HOW THEY BUILD ON TENSION AND INTERWEAVE ALL THOSE SCENES. IT'S ALL HAPPENING IN THIS SCENE.

-The scene with Lance and Genny. Oh. MY LORD. The confession and moment where he finally admits he can't surpass being a human man. How that is the moment that I think Guinevere like is really really like "ohhh we about to do something stuff tonight" HE WAS GOING TO LEAVE after his shift gjdhhsh BUT THEN STARTED WHIPPING OUT THE FRNECH LOVE CONFESSIONS LIKE??!?!!!!! HE WAS INSANE FOR THAT ONE!!! LITERALLY. WHERE WAS THAT WHORE BEHAVIOR IN THE BIBLE???? "I SERVE GOD AND KING ARTHUR FIRST 😔" AND THEN HE PULLED THAT MOVE!!!! 🥴🥴🥴 I'M YELLING

-even though I like knew that was gonna happen. Like WHY DID THEIR KISS MAKE ME GASP?! Gjhdjshs THEY DID IT!!! THEY HAD SO MUCH TENSION. A R G H . anyways............. I'm gonna be respectful and not comment on the ressst of that scene 👀

- SCOTLAND. 🔥

-Anyways Morgan's scene is SO brief but like DAMN. She makes an impression. She is sO COOL. I'd actually kill for a cool fanfic about her and past with Arthur. When she said something about 'I can't wait for them to make all these scientific discoveries but like things won't change with humanity and I'd like to see your face when you make that realization ' (I'm so sososo so sorry that was AWFUL paraphrasing but like IT SLAMMED. AND AGAIN. ARTHUR WAS FACING OUR SIDE OF THE STAGE. HIS EXPRESSION. OHHHH BABYYYY)

-I LOVED YOU ONCE IN SILENCE WAS SUUUCHHHHHH A SCENE OH MY GOD. AND LIKE THEY CUT THE SONG SHORT???? WHY THE SCENE WAS SOSOSOSOS GOOD????

-Poor Lancelot tho. Rejected after it all. Like truly. Bestie. I'm sorry. This narrative hates you. Maybe you'll get nice things in my fanfiction 😔 his FAAAACEEE!!!!

-ANYWAYS WE NEEEED TO TALK ABOUT HOW LANCELOT DU LAC SLAPPED THE SHIT OUT OF MORDRED. LIKE TRULY LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR'D THAT CHILD WITH A BACKHAND. I GAGGED. IT WAS SOSOSOSO FUNNY I'M SORRY.

-Im not going to lie if there is one bad thing I will say, it is that I am SO disappointed with how Guenevere was staged. Like There is SO much going on in that song, but not much going on onstage. And with how well they did Fie On Goodness like I was low key gooped with how weak the staging for Guenevere was sorry.

-Anyways when Pelly says "I know I'm an old man and I know I'm ridiculous" like I 🥺🥺🥺🥺"BUT IT'S GENNY" like then he folded over and started crying like oh my god 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺noooooo

- if you made it this far congratz there's still so much more because oh my god that last scene

- The deep sadness that just hangs over these scenes oh my goD.

- The the the the the the 🥺🥺🥺 the way Lancelot and Arthur have to bitterly come to terms that they are now warring enemies and they can't guarantee either's protection, and they know they'll have to kill each other's men like 💔

- NOT GENNY'S HORNY ASS GETTING SENT TO A CONVENT. SHE ONLY we can only hope GOT ONE CHANCE TO CUM AFTER ALL THAT??!?!!!! YOU CAN'T MAKE HER A NUN!!! NOOOOOOO!!!

-Anyways THE I ALWAYS LOVED YOU SCENE COMES WITH TOO MANY BANGER QUOTES I DON'T THINK I CAN GET THEM ALL.

Arthur: For what it's worth I've always loved you

Genny: 😤 FOR. WHAT. IT'S. WORTH????

(Valid girl)

-But then.... I loved you too when you sang that sssssssstupid song about the weather 🥺🥺🥺🥺💔💔💔💖💖💖

-THE HUG. THAT HUG WAS SO HEART BREAKING. THAT WAS A GOOD FUCKINGGF HUG.

-not YOU NEED TO LEAVE I CAN'T LET LANCE SAVE YOU TWICE. 🥺

-AND THEN RUNNING IN FOR THAT FINAL KISS THANK FUCKING GODDDDD!!!!!!

-But then Arthur sitting in defeat with his sad floppy bangs after :((( THEN LIGHTING UP WHEN THE KID MENTIONS THE ROUND TABLE OH 🥺💖

-GREAT FUCKING SHOW. I LOVE IT THROUGH IT ALL. IT WAS BI4BI4BI. HIT THE SHOWERS BESTIESSSS!!!!

#do NOT click that read more unless you MEAN IT!!!! #Anon #ask #camelot musical #camelot

[skyburger]

lately ive been going through my google history when im bored (which is so incredibly entertaining btw. highly recommend) and apparently, after double-checking my camera roll that date & finding proof to support this theory, i did indeed first watch hlvrai on november 4th of 2020. absolutely insane. i thought i hadnt seen it until mid-2021 at LEAST.

shoutsout to my friends who i watched it with at the time half of which i dont talk to anymore... i owe u for getting me into funny half-life series. thank you oomf

WARNING !!! below the read more is a long fucking list of funny* things i found in my camera roll from the week i first watched hlvrai. like not the images themselves just me talking about them. i dont know why i thought that was a good idea but alas i already spent 90+ minutes writing that all out and tbf i did have a good laugh looking at that shit. anyway the warning is because its long as fuck and i'm willing to bet not at all interesting to anyone who isn't me. i think if i talk any more i will ramble for fucking ever so ill shut up. WARNING OVER !!! miami make some fucking NOISE. dj tsumugi.

*please note these were funny to both me in late 2020 (age 15) and me now (older but not at all wiser). what im trying to say is read at your own risk because 90% of this is unfunny as fuck but it could be worse. it could be shit from when i was 12. That would be really bad i think

anyway here are some highlights from my camera roll from like the day before, the day of & the day after "the incident" (me watching hlvrai):

a ridiculous amount of terezi pyrope pictures. i had not (and still have not) ever read homestuck

at least 30 pictures of hugh o'conner. probably more if im being honest with myself

the same few pictures of kokichi ouma? for some reason?

like a lot of pictures of nagito komaeda. there is at least one screenshot where my discord pfp is nagito. Something Happened

vriska and nepeta also make an appearance. the former more so but not nearly as much as terezi for some reason

a lot of screenshots of discord convos involving various hughdebeste aus. some favorites are the homestuck au, the peabody & sherman au(???), the meet the robinsons au(??????), splatoon au

blu and red scout tf2 they have taco bell and kfc shirts respectively?

professor sycamore from pokemon and professor sycamore from layton. there are multiple images of each and theyre right next to each other

screenshots of the homestuck wiki. Concerning

a screenshot of an email i got from nintendo about the special edition fortnite switch releasing

like a lot of screenshots of alfendi layton from when i was playing lbmr. not surprising but theres kind of a ridiculous amount

a picture of alvin (the chipmunk) that just says "WE DID IT"

screenshots of me talking in ridiculous 13375P34K on twitter and being accused of kinning from homestuck. quite frankly? i deserved that

hatsune miku makes a few appearances

many tumblr post screenshots. However i did not take these myself i just saved them from reddit. really ashamed to admit i did this for literal years even when i used tumblr at the same time

picture of professor layton standing in that one pose in that one picture i dont know how to describe it. the "you know i had to do it to em" one

that one bugs bunny suit meme and it says "i wish all boobed men a very pleasant evening". this was apparently important enough for me to save twice like an hour and a half apart

many screenshots of me on discord AND twitter posting quotes from hlvrai as i watched it. this includes on my masked disciple roleplay account

a picture of my danganronpa trilogy for ps4 copy. but its one of those live pictures so when i click on it i get attacked (i had the flash on because i took this picture in the dark)

that one really terrible picture of tommy coolatta thats like the first non-fanart picture of him on google images. thrilled to announce i think thats been the only image on his wiki page for years now

picture of hime & mikoto meika's mmd models. i think they had recently released or been announced at this point

catboy apollo justice & wolf boy klavier gavin gacha life gifs. i think my friend made this (if it was in fact my friend and not someone random this was the same friend who streamed hlvrai and thus changed my life forever btw)

that old meme about not passing [xyz] the aux because theyll play [abc]. it says "Do NOT pass the kinnie the aux / They'll just playin 'Alvvays - Archie, Marry Me (Official Video)'"

screenshots of calendar events i set up celebrating the anniversary of two dgs characters' deaths (genklimt fans rise up!)

screenshot of my real kinlist on my real carrd from 2020. i can tell it was just edited because this screenshot has scribbles on it (i circled the latest addition to my kinlist which is in fact "dr. coomer")

screenshots of me and my oomfs on this one specific anime rp roblox game that i WISH i could remember the name of. it let you import pngs of any character you wanted so we had pictures of ace attorney guys hanging out with madoka girls at some point. this specific instance includes klavier gavin, baby trucy wright, rosie from animal crossing & a blue orb thing(??). we are all incredibly small for some reason

john cena suit gangnam style depression. this is saved multiple times. does anyone else remember this post i used to be obsessed with it for some reason

picture of a historical moment in my life (the day i changed my ps4 username to "TheKokichiOuma" which i have regretted for years now. in my defense it did actually use to be worse than that im so serious. 2018 was a dark time why did i pick the name "DabWeebPolics". Horrific!

screenshot of a string of tweets between me and a friend at the time. the tweets arent actually important except for the first one which reads "these gummy bears taste british i cant explain it". this is only important because i remember these fucking gummy bears and they DID taste british in like the same way heathrow airport feels british you know

this one picture of my chemical romance in a forest(?) but bob looks like my fucking dad at a quick glance and it scares me every time i see it. i saved this multiple times over the course of that day

various pictures my friend made of jove justice being set on fire

the really short businessman with the fuckass bob from the lorax but my oomf edited him to look like kazuma asougi

picture of byakuya togami which is only funny because it has text on top of him that says "I. DO. NOT. GEC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

a single screenshot of a tumblr post about the events of That Day (destiel putin election day.) the only other thing referencing this in my gallery is a screenshot of the trending tab on twitter (the trends are, in order. 1. #TrumpMeltdown 2. destiel 3. #ElectionResults2020)

two paper mario character pngs followed by that one misha collins picture. you know the one

various screenshots of a mishapocalypse happening on twitter

more super paper mario pngs

im going through pictures slightly further out from nov 4th now (i think after i look at nov 2nd & nov 6th ill call it quits). first image i see is that "gay people i respect vs. gay people i dont respect" image and i dont know why i saved that nevermind i scrolled and immediately found i made a dgs meme out of that

phoenix wright BASED ON GAY MANGA?

went through the ace attorney mamboleo person's deviantart that day i think so i have various funny works of theirs saved. i think the average person actually would know them as the stamp on the ground animation person so. Thats them too. on a side note watching that video after you got into metal gear is fucking insane

that mom against cat boys tshirt

a lot of unnoteworthy professor layton & ace attorney & dgs images

ben shapiro on the ace attorney witness stand?

oh im finding out i got really fucking mad at william petenshy that day. iirc i got so fucking annoyed at this case i didnt even finish it i just. skipped it. i wasnt even playing it i was just watching it???

one of those "tag yourself / which mutual am i" posts but all the options are characters from my kinlist. one of the titles is a jfk clone high reference

screenshots of dms to klimt van zieks begging him to drop a kinlist

a screenshot of a friends reply to my tweet (hi doop) which did just remind me of my "damon gant is apollo justice's grandpa" theory. this tweet manages to tie yanni yogi into the family tree

screenshot of a discord music bot playing a youtube video (remember when they could do that?). the video is titled "henry ledore does his taxes for 10 minutes asmr"

apparently i looked at characters i share a mbti with that day. highlights include souseki (the dgs guy. no idea about the real one), ron delite, flora reinhold, pyro tf2, agent 8 (splatoon), n harmonia & my goat DERPY HOOVES

screenshot of part of twitter's trending page. it says that trending in the united kingdom, with at least 3,610 tweets, is "Homosexuals"

screenshots of multiple tweets in a row from me. they all involve me frantically talking about how i really want to kin nagito komaeda even though i know fuck-all about him

various pictures of markiplier (both in real life & in fma)

real screenshot of me unironically saying "mental illness innit" in reference to myself. this was in my twitter dms with my friends klimt van zieks roleplay account which is even worse

original gina lestrade & egg benedict image made by me. if you know the apollo gant image its basically that

okay i lied i went back to nov 1st and i think i'll check nov 7th afterwards. one full week of nonsense. this proved to be a good idea because i immediately found a screenshot of a text to my mom asking her if she kinned gnomeo from gnomeo and juliet. she said yes

possible origin of why i own a boss baby poster: oomf kin-assigned me the boss baby

possibly my favorite example of the twitter feature where it shows you the original tweet and then the last two replies on a long thread of replies to that post. the original tweet is me saying in all caps "i care him so much he is so small" about luke triton (what a 2020 sentence!). the last two replies are from me and then my oomf but i think only the first of the two needs recounting. it says "do you really want to explain vore to your teachers". i know i say i want context a lot but i genuinely do really want context for this what the fuck happened here

oh good! boss baby update: theres a screenshot of my ebay purchase of "BOSS BABY Poster A5"

im on pictures from november 7th now. i think i went through a figures bot that day because i have a frankly ridiculous amount of figures (mostly nendoroids. mostly miku nendoroids.) there's also the default hime & mikoto png in the middle of these

twitter notification screenshot. apparently kristoph gavin ace attorney followed me that day

i think i went and looked through a christian memes subreddit or twitter account or SOMETHING i dont know where else these all came from. this is followed by a staggering amount of facebook minion memes

side note: does anyone else remember the aatwt (ace attorney twitter) & puyo puyo twitter crossover event in the michael's customer service chat incident? that feels like a different universe

this one is really nothing compared to any of this other stuff but i do have proof of me saying "pog" unironically

grand finale to this saga is actually from a couple days after (nov 9th 2020) but after seeing the staggering amount of death the kid images i had saved over like two days (i had watched a couple episodes of soul eater with my pals) i felt compelled to dig up my "death the kid get wifi anywhere you go" fancam. i might post it later cause its a classic (only to me)

thank you all so much for watching remember to like and subscribe and whatever. thank you for reading this if you read it for some fucking reason. i spent just over an hour and a half looking through this shit & typing this but it was a nice walk thru memory lane tbh! im gonna shut up now before i start rambling. feel free 2 ask for the images or context to any of these i literally love rambling. peace and love on planet earth. LOVE YOU ALL!!! GOODNIGHT NEW YORK CITY

#muffin mumbles #and in cass anyone wanted something to do. feel free to give me a date from any time after like christmas 2013 #and i will dig up an old search or video i watched or email or image from my history #its so entertaining to me. DONT FEEL PRESSURED TO THOUGH!!! the option is there if u want it but it is NOT mandatory #so again i say... goodnight new york city. (i take a bow and walk off stage)

[partystoragechest]

A story of romance, drama, and politics which neither Trevelyan nor Cullen wish to be in.

Canon divergent fic in which Josephine solves the matter of post-Wicked Hearts attention by inviting four noblewomen to compete for Cullen's affections. In this chapter, Trevelyan visits the library, and makes a new acquaintance.

(Masterpost. Beginning. Previous entry. Next entry. Words: 3,481. Rating: all audiences, apart from a few swears.)

Chapter 6: Hit the Books

A new day, a new start.

A new plan.

Despite her situation with the Commander seeming to worsen every time they met, Trevelyan met each new morning with a greater sense of purpose. As if every sunrise was that little bit brighter.

Up and dressed, with the assistance of Missy and Cara. A simple smock would serve today, she hadn’t any grand adventures in her schedule. Just one little visit to the library.

She left her room that morning to go about this purpose, fortunate that Lady Montilyet had already shown them where it was. But she was not, it seemed, to go about it right away—

“Oh, Lady Trevelyan!” came the cheery voice of Lady Erridge. Trevelyan turned, to see the Lady emerging from her room, just a few more paces down the corridor. To exactly no one’s surprise, her dress was a blush shade of pink.

“Lady Erridge, good morning.”

“Good morning, Lady Trevelyan! Sorry to disturb you so early—I wanted to speak to you, you see. And I simply couldn’t wait!”

Trevelyan clasped her hands together, and nodded. “I am all ears.”

“Well,” Lady Erridge began, quickly succumbing to a conspiratorial tone, “it’s about the Commander. Obviously, I suppose. There is little else you could imagine I would wish to discuss! Anyway, I should out with it, really…”

Trevelyan could not help but—privately—agree.

“How did you find him, yesterday? I had just wondered—since I saw him first, I had no idea what to expect. I wondered if we might revel in the hindsight of it, together.”

“Oh!” Trevelyan blinked. “Hm. Well—how did you find him, first, Lady Erridge?”

Erridge picked at one side of her skirts, swishing them slightly. “I thought him… quite quiet, I suppose…” As the optimism one could usually expect from the Lady faded, Trevelyan felt her own good mood sour. Yet, she continued, “Though, perhaps that is his way. For I will say he was a terribly good listener. I spoke about my dear friend Lady Orroat for almost our entire walk, and he bore the totality of it!”

Trevelyan might have given this as the reason he was so preferable to silence during their own walk, had he not already proven himself to be a surly and unsociable sort. At least Lady Erridge had found some good in it.

“I know I am villanously talkative sometimes,” she admitted, “so perhaps it would suit me well, for a man to be rare of tongue. Yes, quite! Time must tell if this is his proper demeanour or a temporary one—or, perhaps you could speak of your meeting with him!”

Trevelyan smiled. “My meeting…” In her mind, she ran her fingers along the pages of her memories, and selected the right words. “I think, you may be right, in that it is his proper demeanour. Though a Commander, he seems to find comfort in quiet… because of it, even! Perhaps the giving of orders all day necessitates one take time away from speech. Or… perhaps it has made him a contemplative man; a hard-working mind leads one to say little, I think.”

Or perhaps he holds his would-be suitors in contempt.

“Yes! Exactly!” Lady Erridge said, smiling wide. Trevelyan was glad, at least, that she could provide reassurance to her. Such a bright and shining soul deserved better than contempt.

“Other than that, he was… well! We walked around the courtyard—he showed me to the tower where the mages do their research, as I was curious of its contents.”

“Oh! What is it like?”

“Well, it was not the Commander who showed me—he had work to go to, no time for a full tour, it seemed.” Trevelyan could tell as she said this, that Lady Erridge appeared somewhat disappointed. “But he did introduce me to a new acquaintance, who was able to show me around! It is a fine tower, well-equipped, and seems to me a pleasant place to work.”

“Well, that’s quite lovely to hear. I am ever-so-glad you had the exploration you desired. Will you be doing more today?”

“No, I plan on… reading, today.”

Lady Erridge smiled, and nodded. “I am to meet with the Baroness for morning tea. You are welcome to join us, if your reading is not so urgent. We shall be theorising on what sort of an outing Lady Samient may have with the Commander! You remember—she found him charming at the gala, unlike all of us, who thought his mind was elsewhere.”

“Indeed I do recall,” Trevelyan muttered. “Perhaps she likes reservation, in speech. Not all are charmed by the same attributes. Flattery, for some, may come across overbearing—it is all dependent on the person.” She shook her head. “I will not speculate; I leave that to you and the Baroness. I am afraid my reading is quite on my mind, and I would not settle until I see to it. Please, pass on my apologies.”

“Oh, naturally!” Erridge said. “If your reading calls to you, you must answer. But we must meet later, I do so enjoy speaking with you. You have such insights, and balance of mind!”

An accidental little laugh escaped Trevelyan, brought forth by her nerves. “I… thank you, Lady Erridge.”

“I hope that was not overbearing!” she teased.

“Hardly. Enjoy your tea.”

“And you your reading!”

They parted, Erridge returning to her room, and Trevelyan, returning to her path.

How sweet of the Lady, she thought as she descended the stairs, to express so honestly such kind thoughts. There truly seemed to be no artifice to Lady Erridge. She was entirely as she appeared, at all times. That would be worrying, were they in the midst of Orlais, and the Great Game. But this was Skyhold. One could be who they were, here.

Even if that was a total prick.

No. Trevelyan would not sully her mood by thinking of the Commander. She could not help but wonder if he had really listened to a word Lady Erridge had said to him, or if he’d let it all wash over like so much sewage.

No, no! The library. The task at hand. That was to be her focus. Please.

She arrived, fortunately, in short order. The library’s entrance was a mere connecting corridor away from where she and the other guests stayed. And the library itself was plenty of a distraction.

It was located beside the main keep, in a tall rotunda. One could just about see to the top, and the cawing rookery housed in the eaves—or to the bottom, and the work of a master painter, who had covered the walls in a magical mural.

The central floor Trevelyan entered onto, balcony-like in how it curved around and floated above the floor below, was the library. Against each wall, bookshelves had been stacked and filled with tomes and books and novels beyond number. Among them, mages and scholars, who—despite even Trevelyan’s early start—were already doing research of their own.

Sorted by subject, she browsed the bookshelves until she found a section titled, ‘Lyrium’. The selection was not scant, by any means—Of Lyrium and its Effects, by Mirrol Seether, The Use of Lyrium in Enchantment, by Rolan Bast, One Hundred and One Uses for Lyrium, by Elif Hax—but Trevelyan was unsure it could provide it her the knowledge she needed.

With a sigh, she dropped onto the floor, and stared at the shelves as she thought.

“May I help you?”

Trevelyan popped straight back to her feet. She glanced to the source of the voice, and found a man stood at the end of her little corridor of bookshelf, watching her.

He was not a man she knew, she knew that much. But his face was certainly familiar. Brown skin, well-kept. Same for his hair, too—rich dark brown locks, styled into a peak, while his moustache had been oiled and twirled into place. The moustache—the gala! Of course. The amount of beltstraps on his clothes ought to have given it away; her mother had once informed her the style was something of a trend in Tevinter. He was the lone drinker she’d seen.

“I was searching for books on red lyrium,” she told him. “Are they perhaps in a different section?”

“Unfortunately, there aren’t any. Some initial scratchings based on the ramblings of those of us who’ve had the terrible luck to see the stuff, but no published works as of yet.” He shrugged. “Even if there were, I doubt they’d be out in public, for all the Inquisition to see. Not the sort of information you want every apprentice knowing.”

“I see.”

“Which obviously begs the question…” He tipped his head, and fixed her with a stare. “Why are you looking into it?”

“I was hoping to help,” she answered earnestly. “Well, while I’m here...”

An eyebrow flicked upward. “While you’re here? Are you not staying?”

“Ha, no. I’m here for the month only. I am—”

He gasped, cutting her off. “I know exactly who you are! You’re one of the Commander’s suitors, aren’t you?”

“I am.”

Smiling, he did a neat little bow, one hand flourished across his chest. “A pleasure to meet you, then. I am Dorian Pavus, altus, formerly of the Imperium, now of the Inquisition—and friend, to Commander Cullen.”

Friend?

“I know, hardly believable, but strange things are happening all over these days.”

It was then that Trevelyan realised she had questioned the word ‘friend’ aloud, and quickly did her best to hide her panic. “Of course,” she said, “I mean no offence. I simply hadn’t met any of the Commander’s friends yet.” She did a little curtsy, as if to punctuate the sentence.

“We exist, I promise you. Now, since you haven’t yet revealed it, let me guess your name…” He regarded her for a moment, and said, “You wouldn’t happen to be Lady Trevelyan, would you?”

“Of Ostwick, yes.”

“Yes, you’re the one the Grand Enchanter was babbling about.”

“The Grand Enchanter was… ‘babbling’ about me?”

“Oh, yes. She’s quite the babbler! Babbling away constantly. Said you were a well-regarded mage of your Circle,” he revealed, “one of the candidates being considered for eventual replacement of the First Enchanter, or something like that.”

Trevelyan stopped. Her whole world, for a moment, just stopped. Her heart didn’t beat, her lungs didn’t breathe. Only her mind continued turning. Candidate... for First Enchanter?

“You seem surprised,” Dorian commented. The world returned to motion, Trevelyan’s heart restarted, and the breath she’d lost was sucked back into her chest.

“I am. I had… no idea.”

“Oh. Now you have me wondering whether I was supposed to let that particular cat out of the metaphorical bag. Terribly sorry to give you a shock.”

“It’s, it’s quite all right.” She waved a hand to dismiss the frown on his face. “Not really what I expected to hear today. Or at all.”

“Well, let’s just leave it at this: you are well-spoken of.”

“Thank you.” In a bid to change the subject, she asked, “I take it you are a mage as well?”

He spread his arms. “Am I not dripping with magical prowess? No? Well, I’ll have to work on that. But—to answer your question, I am indeed a mage.”

Trevelyan made certain to register the fact privately, this time. Friend of the Commander, a Tevinter mage. Interesting. Very interesting.

“You said you’ve seen red lyrium yourself?” she wondered.

“That I have. Can’t recommend it. However, to save you trotting off to find some, I may be able to tell you some of what I know, if it is such a curiosity to you.”

Trevelyan nodded enthusiastically. “It is. I hope to spend my time here researching it, to aid the Inquisition in the fight against it. I hope.”

“Noble goals. We could always use more boffins on the subject. It is a rather complex one.”

He glanced over to and indicated a small desk beneath the nearby window. Trevelyan took the cue. She hurried to sit at it, and waited as Dorian vanished for a moment. In his absence, she looked out. Through the glass, a rippled view of the courtyard far below. The image shifted as people moved and went about their days; the sound of a chair scraping against stone tore Trevelyan from observing it.

“So,” Dorian said, as he pulled up to the table. “I’ll tell you what little of it I know from experience, and what other scholars have said—though you’ll forgive me for not giving you the juiciest details yet. I don’t think the Inquisition would like me spouting all their secrets to every mage who turns up with a studious look in their eye.”

“Naturally. I just need a starting point. I’d like to know its properties—what differentiates it from lyrium?”

“Other than colour? It’s… aggressive, is the best way I can describe it. Nasty substance, really. Can hardly believe the Red Templars have the stomach to get it down them. Then again, I suppose many of them are Fereldan. It’s likely nothing worse than any food they’ve eaten.”

Trevelyan smiled. “I’m not sure knowing how it tastes is going to do much for my research.”

“You never know. But I see your point.” He leant in conspiratorially. “So, not only is it red and disgusting, but if you’d been near it, you’d know it’s very… hot. Noticeably so. It seems to give it off.”

“I see.”

“Though I wouldn’t go trying to test it for yourself—just being near it can make you lose it, if you hang around long enough.”

Trevelyan began to wish she had brought with her some vellum, perhaps an ink pot and quill. She had expected to be able to find a book and take it away with her. Dorian was rather more difficult to fit into a satchel.

“The most curious part,” he continued, “is that where lyrium amplifies magic, red lyrium seems to quash it. Odd, isn’t it? Whatever’s happened to it to make it red—if indeed something has happened to it, and it hasn’t just sprouted up of its own accord—has seemingly reversed its attributes.”

“You don’t know if it’s naturally-occurring, or not?” Trevelyan wondered.

“Well, there’s some debate. Some believe it to have been naturally occurring and laying dormant and undiscovered for some time. Others believe it has been manufactured—possibly by the bastard who started all of this.”

No one here had sworn in front of her yet. She was beginning to like the attitude of this Pavus fellow. “And I suppose all of this makes it harder to research?” she asked.

“Oh, not at all! In fact, should you want to know more about red lyrium, all you have to do is go up and ask it a question. I’m sure it would be happy to answer. Perhaps it would provide it in the form of a sonnet.”

Trevelyan tipped her head to one side. “You’re quite verbose, aren’t you?”

“Why, thank you.”

The mocking sincerity made her chuckle. Oh, he was fun. And that only added further to the mystery of why he was friends with the Commander. Perhaps it was like with Lady Erridge: one did all the talking, and the other all the listening.

“Heat, anti-magic, proximity-based effects,” Trevelyan repeated. “That’s all the differences?”

“And the greater strength it confers upon you. But I took it you wanted to know most about the differences in its raw form.”

“Thank you, Ser Pavus.”

Dorian’s eyebrows went flying upward. “Oh, please do not call me that. Not ‘Ser’, not ‘Messere’, and especially not ‘Lord’. Dorian is my name, therefore ‘Dorian’ is how I like to be addressed.”

“Dorian, then.”

“Perfect, just like that! You learn quickly.”

“Well, Dorian, I—”

She stopped herself, as he looked askance. Following his line of sight, she saw a dwarven man pass by their row of bookshelves. He noticed their stares.

But he was not perturbed. The man paused and turned to wave—toward Dorian in particular, who smiled and beckoned him over.

“Varric! Excellent timing!”

Of course, Varric Teth… Theras? Tethras! That was the name the Baroness had used for him. From the prominent chest alone Trevelyan could tell it was the same man from the gala—but he had the same blond ponytail and same square jaw to boot, with the same lightly-tanned skin of a surfacer.

“Dorian,” Varric greeted, making his way over. He tucked an envelope into his jacket. “I was just on my way to send another death threat to my publisher.”

Trevelyan hoped that was one of his storytelling exaggerations. The deadpan delivery suggested otherwise.

“Stow that for a moment,” Dorian told him, “I was wondering if you could answer some questions, regarding your books.”

Varric narrowed his eyes. “I thought you said all my books were trite and ridiculous?”

“They are. But it’s not I who has the questions.” Dorian nodded towards Trevelyan. “This is Lady Trevelyan of Ostwick. Lady Trevelyan, this is the one man with published works mentioning what you were asking about.”

She thought about pointing out that as with him, just ‘Trevelyan’ would do, but her mind was drawn more towards the knowledge Varric could potentially provide. He bowed respectfully.

“Nice to meet you, Lady Trevelyan. Always good to see another Marcher.” As he straightened, he asked, “So, what is it I can do for you?”

She smiled. “I’m hoping to help the Inquisition, but I need to know more about red lyrium.”

The practiced, welcoming grin Varric had adopted was almost immediately dropped. He shrugged, and Trevelyan’s heart sank. “I’d… rather not talk about that.”

“That’s… quite all right.” In an attempt to inject some levity, she said, “I’m becoming used to that response from Kirkwallers. I’m beginning to think it’s perhaps not the best destination for my next holiday.”

“Yeah,” he said, once again deadpan. Definitely not exaggeration this time. “Who else have you been speaking to from there?”

“The Commander. I’m—”

Varric gasped, and tapped his head. “You’re one of the suitors Ruffles invited.”

“I am,” Trevelyan replied, assuming ‘Ruffles’ was Lady Montilyet. “I see my reputation precedes me.”

“It’s an interesting reputation—but hey, good luck with it. And I’m sorry I couldn’t be more helpful. They have copies of ‘The Tale of the Champion’ around here—it should give you an idea of what red lyrium can do.”

“Thank you, Master Tethras. Best of luck with your publisher.”

He pulled the envelope from his jacket. “Yeah. He’ll need it.” He waved—“See ya.”—and was off.

The moment he was gone, Dorian sighed. “Well, at least you came away from this whole meeting with one book recommendation. I’m sorry it wasn’t quite what you were hoping for.”

“It’s a start. Thank you for all of your help, Dorian. I should get to reading, I suppose. And let you return to your work.”

“Oh, yes. Very difficult work—I’m to sit here all day and look devastatingly handsome.”

Trevelyan laughed, and rose from her seat. “Then I should certainly not disturb you. I hope to see you again, another time.”

“Of course. Do let me know how it goes. I’m invested, now.”

Trevelyan chuckled, and nodded. She turned to leave—but made it only a few steps before he said:

“The Commander…”

She whirled around. Dorian stood.

“Commander Cullen is… well, he’s terribly grumpy and awfully stubborn. There’s a non-zero chance you’ve already discovered that for yourself. But, underneath all of it, he is a good man. And a charming one, too, when he tries.”

“So people keep telling me,” Trevelyan muttered. “I have heard nothing but praise for him—from the other Ladies, from Lady Montilyet, from the Grand Enchanter, the mages...”

“And you’ve yet to see the evidence yourself?”

Trevelyan nodded.

“Give him time.”

She laughed to herself. “How long am I supposed to wait?”

“I understand. Not really ideal, sitting around and waiting for a man to get better. But some things are worth the wait. He may be one of those things.”

Trevelyan shrugged. She had a month to pass either way. “We shall see. Though I’m unsure as to why you’re telling me this.”

“I’m assuming he’s managed to bore you, if you’re already so desperate you’ll read one of Varric’s books.” Dorian smiled, but a sigh caused it to drop. “Cullen is my friend,” he said, sounding the most candid he had all conversation. “I mean that. I’d like for him to be happy, if he’d ever allow himself to be. And, to tell you the truth…”

Trevelyan raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Well, I haven’t met any of your competitors, yet, so this may be a little rash, but”—he leant in, and whispered—“I think I like you best.”

#cullen rutherford #cullen x trevelyan #commander cullen #unwanted #unwanted fic #dragon age #fic #i got one nice msg and suddenly had to write a whole chapter lol

[t-nd-rfoot]

To Be an Abbott Man // Rhett’s Worst Fear

Family is always a gamble for an Abbott

Summary A few days after leaving Amelia County, Rhett is forced to make a decision.

Characters Rhett Abbott x Maria Olivares

Theme Angst

Warnings Outer Rage spoilers; missing persons; family drama; hints of pregnancy; one too many words italicized for emphasis

Word Count 906

Note Inspired by this post by @sebsxphia ✨ A million thank yous again for this inspiration! Plus dad!Rhett just absolutely makes sense for his canon character arc at some point, he will be ours someday 😭 I just had to give this ficlet its own page for the Outer Range writers to find to properly edit it since I wrote the original so fast, so this is a slightly edited version! And as much as Rhett and Maria deserve happiness, I don’t think their journey is going to be as smooth as we want it to be, so this is how I interpret their season 2 start. Full fic under the cut to avoid spoilers in case you haven’t watched the show yet!

“Babe? You okay?”

That no good piece of shit. How could he leave after everything they’ve been through? It wasn’t enough that he had to bring down everyone with him—he had to abandon them there just as things took a turn for the worst.

Wait. But if he was gone, then he probably didn’t even know the state of things right now.

He didn’t know about...

“Babe?”

The rodeo. The diner. The school. The church. Those are the places he’d check first.

Amy was a smart girl. She wouldn’t just run away like that. She couldn’t.

And it’s not like Wabang was that big, anyway. If she wasn’t there, she’d still be easy to find. She's just a child. She couldn't have gotten far.

“Rhett!”

And suddenly, he was back in the motel. Maria was knelt in front of him, her hands on his forearms, shaking him back into reality, concern painted vividly on her face.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

What’s not wrong, he thought, would have been a more appropriate question.

He whispered, still not meeting her eyes, “Amy’s gone. And so is Perry.”

He sniffed, a wave of emotions rushing over him at once. Anger, confusion, sadness…he didn’t know what to feel first.

Suddenly, a weight fell on his lap, as his girlfriend planted herself there to be able to hold and comfort him as tightly as she could. “Oh, Rhett…” He tried to hug her back as well as he could with the numbness in his arms.

“What did they say? Are they looking for them?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted, “wasn’t really hearing much after they told me.” His fingers played idly with the hem of Maria’s shirt.

“Well, what about Joy? I’m sure they’re sending out search parties,” she consoled.

He scoffed. “Fuckin’ great. Last thing my family needs is another fuckin’ investigation.”

Sensing the frustration building in him, Maria got off his lap, and he immediately stood up to pace the room.

It didn’t make sense. Leaving Wabang felt right. It’s what he’s wanted since high school. He finally escaped the burdens of his family and start fresh—a second chance at life and at love, now that he knows Maria loves him back. He didn’t have to worry about his reputation as the Abbott Family Fuck-Up or the Town Manwhore, or whatever it is people called him. He didn’t have to be held responsible for Perry’s messes anymore, or disappoint Royal and Cecilia ever again.

So why did things suddenly feel so wrong?

His eyes finally met Maria’s for the first time since finding out, and that’s when he knew why.

Because he finally knew what it was like to be an Abbott man.

It wasn’t the name or the ranch that made him one.

It was knowing how easily family leaves with no certainty of coming back.

He witnessed it first hand with Perry. Nine months with not a single sign of his missing wife, that even the FBI gave up on it. Sure, the couple had their problems, but no one ever expected her to leave. Even more, no one expected her to not return. And now his daughter, the sweetest child on their side of Wyoming, has done exactly the same, and her father doesn’t even know it. If Rebecca’s disappearance didn’t drive Perry insane already, Rhett didn’t even want to imagine what his brother would do if he knew his daughter was gone too.

Now, he’s played a part in it with Royal. He had his faults, but even Rhett couldn’t deny anymore that his dad did everything he could to keep his family together. He didn’t have to involve himself in their misdeeds—their crimes—but still, he was the one who planned their alibi and did their heavy lifting. All to make sure he didn’t lose his own children. A futile effort, it turned out, since there he was back on the ranch without either of them.

It seemed inevitable for Abbott men to lose their children.

And all it took was one look at the love of his life to make sure the buck stopped with him.

He made his way back to Maria, still sat on the bed, and kissed her. As he pulled away, he knelt down on the floor, and placed a long kiss above her navel. It hasn’t even been a day since they found out, but he was determined to keep his family together no matter what.

“You love me, right?” he asked, looking up at her.

Maria tucked his long strands behind his ear. “Of course.”

He took his seat beside her again, his hand still on her belly, softly stroking it with his thumb.

“And you ain’t gonna leave me, right?”

The tone in his voice caused some worry in Maria. “Rhett…where is this coming from?”

“I just…I need you to understand.”

“Understand what?”

“That I can’t lose you, too!”

“And I’m not going anywhere!”

They were back to square one. Rhett ran his fingers through his hair. “You don’t get it.”

Carefully placing a hand on his shoulder, Maria tried to gauge the cowboy’s emotions. It wasn’t frustration he was feeling anymore.

It was fear.

Rhett took a deep breath. “Rebecca and Amy left Perry. And now, me and Perry, we stood up our dad.” He took Maria’s hands into his. “I don’t wanna know what that’s like. I don’t want you or our baby runnin’ out on me one day.”

A tear ran down Maria’s cheek at his confession. “I promise, Rhett. I’m never leaving your side—we’re never leaving your side.” She grabbed his hand and kissed it, as if she was sealing the promise into his skin.

Rhett studied her carefully. He needed to make sure she was sure, because he knew she wouldn’t like what he was going to say next.

“Even if we have to go back to Wabang?”

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[beesmygod]

i think u scared off the liberal

good. i'd be lying to say it didnt get under my skin because even adam noticed it lol. if only it were as simple as "white artist bristles when confronted about a depiction of race" instead of "a frequently hammered nerve was struck involving things anon has no context for, intentionally". grrr growl!!! i tried to talk about this with other people and then pussed out bc i realized no one cares but me. so at least i can ramble about it on my own space.

long post ahead sorry~

even putting my neurosis aside, from where i'm standing, anon's overt discomfort with a depiction of an ethnicity or race involving the use of vernacular is some real fucking bird-brain shit. anon reads "huckleberry finn" and runs off to the library to have it banned for racism lol. like, we're talking that level of intellectual cowardice that turns tail and hides when made merely uncomfortable. anon subscribes to the school of thought that being mean and making me feel bad are the worst crimes someone could ever commit. if i want to be really mean, i think anon has never spoken to another latino person outside of a service worker context.

and like, i understand the initial bristle when confronted with it. it's not as though phonetic accent writing or vernacular usage can't be invoked for racist reasons. but you would literally have to try very hard to read jack, white man for hire, as anything other than the explicit butt of the joke. the latinas poking fun at his discomfort lol wait holy shit i just realized life imitated art. am i a secret genius after all......? (no)

here are the pages in question: i asked people on twitter what they thought but ofc that way i still only hear from people who are likely to ostensibly agree with me. (click for full)

lol i just realized i missed an overlay layer on the third page. i should fix that.

this is a webcomic with almost, if not more than, 800 pages so some context: white spikey hair boy (jack) is from corpus christi, texas, a city on the gulf of mexico VERY close to the border. jack was always supposed to be from texas bc its a state i have some cultural understanding of. my dad grew up there. my dad is mexican-american. i am bi-ethnic. tri-ethnic, i guess, since the italian/irish half had a massive influence on me growing up as well.

the ladies are members of maxine's (the other protag's) witch coven. these women don't dress like this on a day to day basis (the one in the poncho might since she's a curandera, anyway), the outfits are like uhhh special occasion stuff. its your witch outfit. red bow is wearing like a day to day version of the traditional oaxaca outfits and has her hair pulled back in a traditional braid. the other is wearing just normal shit but with a traditionally patterned (or as much as i could bear to draw) poncho. the egg cleanse is a basic brujeria technique that like, every mexican family knows of at least lol. poncho is cutting the bad airs away, like in this video of a limpia.

the spit is my favorite part of all the limpias lol. WATER CANNON

all of this is just shit i know from growing up. i had to ask help on the spanish bc mine is a double whammy of being both terrible AND non-conversational (i learned all mine in textbooks ( ._.)) but the spanish code-switching to shit talk is how real people behave lol. i know this, because family and friends do it.

i take the character writing of this stupid comic more seriously than it probably deserves. i wanted to make sure it felt authentic and like these were "real" characters. having a world where the only people with personalities are the protagonists leads to a universe that feels flat and empty. a cardboard world. when i was able to use the women from a culture i know as a way to advance the plot, it was a small blessing lol. whew.

i dont really know how to talk about how this relates to me more in depth without compromising my belief that i have a right to privacy when it comes to my personal life lol. my entire existence exists on edges and borders that should not matter to anyone but me; but these details (ethnicity, race, sexuality, gender, etc and so on and you know) have a tendency to become the sole factor through which people view your work, your potential, and the expectations they begin to develop for you. currently, i think the expectations people have set for minority creators fucking sucks and i am relieved not to be a part of the ecosystem that rewards mediocrity and poor quality with accolades and purchases. looking at you, YA fiction and webtoons!!!

quite frankly: the more details people have about your life, the more they are able to scrutinize your authenticity based on their own biases (as the original anon did lol) or whether or not you are "deserving" of the descriptors that you are open about or accumulate over the years. i already have enough problems with this on my own directed at myself. i dont need input from the peanut gallery about my identity when its something ive struggled with and continue to struggle with my entire life.

i am not interested in bothering minority creators with my crybaby shit about how i feel alienated. i don't want inclusion to their groups centered around their unique and more specific experiences out of obligation when i realize the non-minority halves of me have also had massive influence on my upbringing and my beliefs. i dont like having to debates whether or not i am ____ enough to qualify for appearances on lists or databases or awards so i don't bother with any of it. i just want to grill for gods sake

anyway idk. im mad but i also realize a lot of my mad comes from offline baggage that no one is privy to on purpose so i have a hard time gauging how people will read how i write things. but bc i keep it tight to the chest i guess that invites random anons to speculate reasonably that i've transformed into a racist overnight bc they read a character say a double negative. dipshit. fucking moron

anyway

#long post

[drawlfoy]

I can't tell you just how heartbroken Wonders of Ohio left me. I've only ever felt that way with one other fic, and even then WoO topped it. Unlike WoO, the other fic had a very clean cut ending to it (they both died at the end rip) so I wasn't left to my own thoughts about what could've happened after. Which might be why WoO has been absolutely haunting me for the past two days, it hasn't left my mind at all. I think about certain moments, the ending, oh god ESPECIALLY THE ENDING, AT LEAST once an hour. I get that familiar feeling of my throat drying up and my eyes begin to water when I think about it. Another reason being the way you write. I was able to immerse myself into the story and imagine what I was reading in my head, one specific case of this I remember was when Draco made Reader and himself late to school. When he was fidgeting in the passengers seat, his hair unkempt, I could almost see him. I imagined draco with his messy platinum hair, wearing a muggle polo shirt because its just so posh rich kid of him, nervous as he leaned over the middle compartment into the backseat as he performed that glamour spell. I've never been very creative and imaginative but with your writing it was easy for me. It reminded me of how I was able to do the same when reading the Harry Potter books, being able to almost live in that universe in my head was so refreshing. Anyways this is really long, SORRY, but when I saw that you also had a Tumblr (as I originally read your stories on AO3) I just had to look. I scrolled through your page for a while and I gasped when I eventually saw that you posted what you started on writing for a continued ending? (I don't know how to phrase it I'm sorry 😭) I read it and while WoO is still breaking my heart over and over again, I think I'll be able to think about it for longer than 5 minutes at a time without bursting into tears now. So thank you. 🩷

AHHH i’m so upset bc i typed out a whole response and the fucking tumblr app (count ur days staff) deleted it urghhh

anyway some points i’d like to hit (apologies for the length but i just wanted to give this the response it deserved):

1) first of all THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHABKYOU this was genuinely the highlight of my whole year. people like you are the reason i write and i’m being so genuine when i say that this message is like the kind of stuff i dream about getting as a writer. so in conc i’m kissing you on the mouth you didn’t need to but you wrote all of this out and for that i’m forever grateful

2) some thoughts on the ending: first of all IM SORRY lmaoo. i’ll let u in on a little secret: i actually originally planned on a completely different ending where y/n ended up using the box right off the bat and went back to england and spent the last half of the fic learning magic and interacting with the golden trio crew/the malfoys. i told this to a few writer friends and they made me realize that it wouldn’t be as useful in actually answering the silly question that i based the whole fic on (what would draco do if he was plopped in the middle of muggle america?). i decided then that i really was more interested in learning how draco’s character would develop as he came to love someone who was fundamentally differently from him (and didn’t first go through a change that departed from her basic character traits). from then on i realized that a happy ending wouldn’t involve either of them giving up their world at the end of the summer, since they needed to grow up a little bit (and at that point i was old enough to find the idea of giving up your entire life for a relationship at 18 completely terrifying). hence the sad ending…but i think in the long run it means that they end up having a much healthier dynamic later on!

3) if you want to know about what happened after the deleted scene you found: i left the ending so open because i always thought i’d come back to write another series where i explored what happened after, but i don’t think i’ll end up doing that so i’ll tell you what i was planning. i always imagined y/n eventually going to england after graduating and getting established in her career and learning magic (because like literally who wouldn’t if presented with that option). draco is just kind of like a stay at home husband who’s just psyched to be there.

4) thank you so so much for your note about how immersive WoO was!! i’m ngl i’ve always struggled with incorporating imagery into my work. i spent my formative years avoiding anything i considered to be purple prose and that really reflected in my writing. i’m not a super visual person so if i could mention the 3 details i think are important in each scene and could just get on with the meat of the plot, i would, so i’m so thrilled to hear that it was able to give you that experience as a reader despite the fact that i’ve always been worried that i can’t 🥹 thank you again for telling me all of this bc it genuinely warmed my heart i know that this is a little disjointed but oml this like made my day

ill stop talking now because i’m gonna get even more incoherent okok but thank you!!!!! <3

#dee overshares #legendary anon

[mysticbewitched]

Hey Mystic,

So I used to be an affirm and persist girl back when I first learned about the law, and it actually worked for me, at first. For whatever reason, I just had no problem believing that all I had to do was affirm and it would get me what I wanted, and so it did. That feeling of calm confidence that you talk about, I had it when I would affirm. The thing is it actually eventually ruined my life because I thought that my thoughts had power, which in turn made me fear my thoughts, which in turn made me focus on those intrusive thoughts even more and made them even worse to the point where it took over my life and I was in a constant state of anxiety, worrying that I would accidentally manifest the most horrible things you could think of. I wished that i'd never learned about the law so that I could live in peace. I was living in fear of my own mind, and that is a living hell. But i've evolved since then, my understanding of the law has evolved, and I now understand that it wasn't my thoughts that were creating but the belief I had in them. Thank you so much for your post where you talk about fearing your thoughts, it helped me and I feel like not many people talk about it. But on a more positive note, I'm now taking a different approach to the law, reading edward, and practicing fulfilling myself within. Recently I sat down and just let myself feel the way I wanted to feel, without focusing on anything specific, and just felt like everything in my life was perfect and taken care of. I felt at ease and like I could just relax. The next day, a youtuber posted an "everything in your life is perfect" subliminal. It just shows you how quickly your reality conforms when you change your state. I did fall out of the state, and I know i would've already seen changes in my reality had I maintained that state, but its okay because im still practicing and it exists within me and I can return to it at any time. And I also feel like it really hit me that your state is your reality, and that you're not actually experiencing the 3D, you're experiencing your state, you can only ever experience your state. For example, 2 people are at a music festival both on psychedelics, one person is having the best time of their life, and the other is having a horrible experience. Both are experiencing the same physical surroundings, yet they're having 2 completely different experiences. It's 2 different realities. So as soon as you change your state, you've changed your reality. Anyway sorry for the long ask. But I will keep you updated on my success. And i'm also making my subliminal today.

Love,

🥐

I absolutely appreciate this ask, and you are most definitely correct about everything you said. This is was all very beautifully said, and I thank you for sharing your insight on my page.

You never ever have to be in fear of your thoughts, and I completely understand the living hell you must have felt when you were in complete fear of your thoughts. It's a living hell to feel as if you are a prisoner of your own mind.

It's quite a beautiful realization to understand that your thoughts are absolutely powerless and that you truly are the one who holds all of the power instead. Your thoughts are never the power. *You are.*

I'm so incredibly glad that you can live so much more peacefully now and break yourself free from the chains of the fear that you once held. You deserve to live peacefully and free from fear.

Now that you understand the law of consciousness much better, you can completely set yourself free from any leftover fear and embrace the power you possess as the infinite creator of your own reality.

The comparison between you shared between states and the two people having two different perceptions at the music festival was absolutely brilliant, and you are entirely correct.

It is completely all about perception, and when you change your mindset: your perception shifts. You therefore end up experiencing a different outcome in your reality as a result.

I look forward to hearing your success story, and I'm excited to hear that you're taking my advice about prioritizing your mindset.

You are awesome, anon and you rock.

Much love to you.

#loassumption #law of assumption #manifestation #manifesting #law of manifestation #neville goddard

[lightlycareless]

sooo can we get a sneak peek 👀👀

Heya anon!

Was planning to do a post for that, kind of like "if I get one like I'll post a sneak peak" and then like it myself lol but you won me to that!

Anyways, here's the first page/segment of the next chapter :) I hope you enjoy it!

WARNING: spoilers for chapter 33🤭 also, some words might change. Gotta give it that last proofread if you know what I mean.

“Dear Hinata—

I hope this letter finds you well.

I’m still not used to writing that, the whole dear Hinata thing. It reminds me of those really old letters, like from the Victorian Era or something, or those during the war, when people used to be very polite and stuff, super formal even with their own friends and family! I don’t know how to describe it… I hope you get what I mean.

But yeah, reading back through my letters after I'm done writing them always makes me laugh because I think I’m being melodramatic.

In my excuse, it’s all because of those etiquette classes we were forced to take since, I don’t know, we were born? Ugh, and only because of our roles in the clan! Which I don’t mind! Really… but sometimes the elders tend to be very weird about it, and it makes me feel like they don’t deserve to be treated respectfully at all! I know that you, more than anyone else, would understand what I mean.

Ah, well, I’m not writing to you to complain about my preferences, I’m doing so because… there’s no other way to put it: I miss you.

It’s been a while since I heard anything from you, or at all. And I’m not writing either to complain about that! I don’t want you to feel guilty, if you ever get time to read my letters, for not responding because I know for a fact you’re very busy with work. 

Last thing I heard was that the crisis was getting worse. It was already bad during my last mission, so I can only imagine how it is now.

Either way, even when I understand why you can’t respond, it’s still… painful to not hear anything from you. I wish I could at least get one letter from you, a call, even a smoke signal for god’s sake, I don’t care, just to let me know how you, Ren, dad, and everyone else is doing.

I hope Satoru isn’t bothering you too much, Sumire too. I know very well how annoying they can be on their own, so I feel even worse knowing that I can’t help you ease the burden of their antics ^^; hang on, Hinata!!

As for me, life here has been… ok, to say the least. The life of a married woman is surprisingly boring, but I think that’s mainly because there’s so many new things I now have to take care of that I ever thought of before! Mom and dad sure made it seem so fun… or that’s what they wanted us to think? 

Anyways, now that I’ve experienced a bit of the “married life” I now feel confident to tell you that you did the right thing in not marrying Satoru. Being a wife is boring, you’re expected to keep most of the time in the house, tending to it and its inhabitants… So yeah, definitely boring. Although I think Satoru could’ve managed to also make it irritating. 

But yeah, being a sorcerer is much more exciting, totally.

That kind of makes my life sound terrible, right? Like I’m locked or something. Please, don’t worry. I’m ok, busy, but ok. Just missing you, and Ren. 

I hope dad is ok too. He worries me the most. I… hope he hasn’t taken up on drinking again. You know how bad he gets when he spirals… please take care of him if you can.

From there, I don’t really have anything new to say. My ladies, Mariya, Haruko and Hitomi, have been quite calm nowadays, and that’s a bit eerie if you ask me! Anyways, I hope you can meet them one day. Or Mai and Maki, I think you’d find them adorably funny too! And mischievous. They kind of remind me of us when we were younger. Oh, but they’re definitely way nicer, we used to be our parent’s nightmare, remember?

But all in due time, I suppose.

Well… I guess the main point of this letter is to tell you that I miss you, very, very much. That I hope you’re ok and… don’t worry about me. Keep doing what you’re doing, and I’ll be here.

Take care, and give everyone a big hug from my part.

Yours truly, Y/N.

P.S. Don’t let Satoru get the idea that just because I’m not there, my things are his. They’re not. And please, please, please don’t let him delete my save files. I do intend on playing them again when possible”

#ask #ask series: first it hurts—

[yuly]

Hey Yuly!! I just wanted to tell you how much I love your writing, it’s so deliciously soul destroying <3

If you don’t mind, do you have any tips on starting writing fanfiction? I really love writing but I have absolutely no clue where to start it’s painful 😭

Anyway ilysm ur an angst genius and I just wanted you to know it 💗💗

oh anon 🥹🥹you've made my entire day week with this ask thank you so very much for your kind words and support ❤️❤️

soul destroying 🫢hehe😈🤪

my advice for writing ??? as someone who started writing in Dec 20222???? i'm not sure i qualify to give any type of advice darling😭 but i will say this:

you said you love writing so start there!! don't be afraid!!! if you feel like writing something GO FOR IT, it doesn't have to be novel, hell it doesn't even have to be a full paragraph, write down your idea, tell your story and see how you feel about it, my golden rule is as long as I like it and it makes ME happy reading it, then I’m good!! Literally just open up google docs, or your notes app, whatever, take a breath and type away!!! flood the page with our ideas and then start organizing it a bit etc, don’t put too much pressure on yourself because thats when you lose train of thought and lovely ideas float way, forget about posting and what the reader will think, for now just put your energy into story telling :)

don't worry too much about grammar and schematics in the early stages, just get your idea out, tell your story! In my first few stories I was very insecure about the fact that my tenses were all over the place, I obsessed over it wayyyyy too much (I still struggle with it ngl), we aren't writing legal documents here, cut yourself some slack!! also, english isn't everyone's first language! I use free grammarly its very helpful, I am terrible at spelling etc.

at the same time, be honest with yourself, yes you are a brand new writer and there is lots of room to improve so if and when you receive some feedback, take it!! don't see it as an attack or a reason to not write anymore, incorporate it to the best of your abilities and keep trying!!

be yourself!!! I cannot emphasis this enough, you may not be aware of it yet but you have a certain niche that is going to hit juuuust right for your reader! i've started using tumblr and reading fanfic again since nov2022 and i have come across a wide variety of writing styles, some i personally enjoy more than others (and that's ok!) but there are so many insanely talented writers in this little fandom alone it blows my mind, and each of them has their own unique writing style and a different way to tell a beautiful story, and we appreciate them all!! there is room for everyone <3

most importantly: don't let lack of engagement discourage you, this is easier said than done!! right before I posted child's play, I posted a small one shot titled A Two Way Street, it was different from my usual fluff and actually, it was my very first time writing angst! (a tiny amount lol) and I was so excited !!! I even wanted (and still do) to make a part 2 and had this whole idea planned out, but it sat around 10 likes for nearly two weeks, with no feedback or anything, it was crickets lol. It made me really sad and I started to second guess my idea and just the story overall, I even thought am I writing too much too fast for someone who just started?? Maybe I should take a break. When I got the idea for childs play not long after that, I said fuck it ,I posted it with 0 expectations, I just genuinely liked my idea and telling the story, again, I had an idea for part 2 but this time I told myslef to not expect anything and just take whatever comes my way. The response to that story is still unreal to me, I'm so glad that I didn't let something so small discourage me from writing all together, truthfully some of the best stories I've read on here get way less recognition than I believe they deserve, but that does not take away from the writers talent or the story itself!!!

anyway, that was sooooo much rambling, I hope I was able to encourage you even a tiny bit, you are absolutely capable and worth the shot, don't be afraid, I’m no genius I'm just a regular girl and if I can do it, you absolutely can!!!❤️❤️

#yuly answers #writer things #writers and readers #i belive in you anon!!!