#but I wanted a fresh start without the baggage of my real identity

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#I’m older than I look #but I wanted a fresh start without the baggage of my real identity #so count me amongst the Reddit refugees I guess #thanks for still being there for me #196 #reddit #reddit blackout #fuck u/spez #meme #dank memes #forg

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I feel what makes Huntlow work for both participants is the fact that...

Hunter and Willow have both struggled with the misconceptions of different identities assigned to them. Hunter is seen by Philip as just his brother reborn and is treated as such, everyone else considers him the Golden Guard, and when Luz even brings that up in Hunting Palismen (“You’re not my friend, you’re just the Golden Guard”) it freaking breaks him, and he has to reiterate he’s not that. Hunter isn’t a teen to people, he isn’t himself but a copy of another person and/or the Golden Guard... Which itself is a legacy title repeated many times before, and even Darius judges him by that precedent.

Meanwhile Willow... She’s seen as weak and half-a-witch. Even her oldest friend Amity kinda viewed her as such, and it was that underestimation that led to a lack of communication, and a lack of agency for Willow in the two splitting apart. Everyone sees Willow as weak and timid and demure, Willow even struggles with her dads insisting she be in Abominations, which is NOT true to her! And even with her friends Gus and Luz, I feel Willow is just a bit haunted by the idea that they’ve known her originally, Gus especially, as the shy and bullied kid who had trouble standing up for herself. Luz remarks on how much Willow has changed, and while that’s true, to Willow this current self has always been what she really was. Hell, even her inner self laments that she was Willow until Amity damaged her mind, literally and figuratively.

So I think that’s why Huntlow works for these two; They’ve only really ever known the other as the person they truly see themselves as, and it’s essentially a fresh start without the baggage of the past, the misconceived labels that are still hard to escape and that they want to move on from. Willow really only knew Hunter as himself, as a teen who she befriended, and him being the cold-hearted and professional Golden Guard didn’t come until after the fact, she was able to construct an understanding of Hunter separate from that persona and it clearly persists.

Meanwhile Hunter has only ever known Willow as his Captain, as the incredibly brave, powerful, and confident witch she really is. The idea that she’s scared or meek in any way is unimaginable to him, and it allows Hunter to clear who’s a real Willow from the fake; And Willow loves that! It makes her feel seen and no longer weighed down by those past illusions of who she was. Willow was never this shy kid, to Hunter she’s always been the coolest, toughest, witch he’s ever met. When Willow calls herself half-a-witch in a moment of crisis, Hunter is genuinely shocked that Willow would ever see herself this way, that she evidently has to default to that when in doubt of herself, and of course the implication that others saw her as that.

But like. Even when they realize who the other is/was, it doesn’t really change nor make them backpedal on their view of the other. If anything it might just make them double-down on that perception of the other’s true self, and appreciate it more in the light of how Hunter and Willow’s true identities managed to shine and break through in spite of all the labels placed on them for years, when such a thing could really mess with and change a person, become a self-fulfilling prophecy and a nightmare illusion that becomes reality. They’re just glad they go to know each other first and foremost as who they really are, and be known that way as well; So as people with struggles over this issue of past identity influencing perception, it just really hits home and they love that of the other.

Again, that isn’t to say they don’t value the help of others who knew them as their hurt persona, who still reached out to encourage and cultivate that inner, true self; Luz, Amity, Gus. But at the same time, there’s something nice and refreshing about being able to sort of reinvent yourself with this stranger, and be only that idealized self to them. And not have to worry about your friends worrying you’re that previous self, because Hunter and Willow don’t want to always have someone second-guess that self-actualization for them.

The doubt, while from a place of concern, can be tiring and it’s nice to just be free from any reservations like that. Hunter and Willow just feel seen around each other, in a way that’s unique because it was never marred by the first impression of something different. Each was readily accepted at face value with no suspicions, this is who they are, and it feels good to be trusted and taken seriously like that.

#the owl house #huntlow #willow park #the owl house hunter #meta

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AALS, an essay

I have written down my thoughts on how AALS came about and why it's written the way it is. This has spoilers for the story up until Chapter 14, so if you're waiting to catch up, tread carefully. But also, consider this a fair warning about the content of the story if you have heard things and are wondering whether you should pick it up.

When I started writing Sit Tight, Take Hold, I was terrified. I had recently entered this newer phase in my writing where it became ugly and personal, but also therapeutic. If you ever go through my back catalog, you may find a weird story or two. I tend to write a lot either about personal identity or found family, but STTH was the first time I began to address some of the biphobia and insecurities I have experienced in my life in such a specific, acknowledged way.

To preface this, I am Crowley. I am also many other characters in this universe, and Crowley is also other people I have known in my life in this universe, but mainly, Crowley is me. So if putting STTH out there was nerve-wracking, Accept a Little Spin has been doubly so. And the accusations that I am supporting infidelity or emotional cheating or whatever is inaccurate despite these things appearing in the story.

This is why I wrote AALS, to address two specific ideas in my head: self-growth and queerness, and I will explain how it affects both of the main characters.

Self-growth

Ezira is a young man. Twenty-six isn't super young, I suppose, but for me, I had just finished grad school and packed up all my belongings to move halfway across the US to a state I had never visited before, where I knew exactly one person, in a demanding, emotionally exhausting and isolating field I had limited real-life experience with. In short, I felt like a colt on fresh legs. In this way, Ezira is similar. He has been so deep in the closet that he has gone without acknowledging his sexual orientation and how it affects his identity. And now that he has the freedom to explore, he doesn't know who to listen to or where to begin. He has had one job, limited public education, and has now been asked to be the face of gays in sports. That's a big burden.

Ezira makes a lot of mistakes moving forward in this story, but to reach his final form in Part Three, he needs to do the work to self-assess and learn. He needs to experience good things but also the bad. He needs to confront the vast opinions out there in the world and figure out what he wants and what he believes in. Ezira isn't a likeable person in this story, but he is relatable, I think. He is, at least to me. I have rarely liked or fully trusted individuals who are in this stage of life, but it's telling to me that there are readers out there who don't relate to what he's going through. I'm not sorry to say this. If you are someone who doesn't at least get the pressure Ezira is under or that individuals are flawed while still being inherently good, this story isn't for you.

AJ, on the other hand, is well-settled. He has steadfast opinions on the world. He knows what he wants (though he is still learning how to ask for them), but he still has all of this baggage. AJ is a person who has had his trust degraded by people who should have loved him. His parents. His past relationships. His employers. Life taught him that he was a commodity, and he still bases his worth on what he can do for other people. The idea of Acts of Service can be sweet, but in this case, it comes from constantly undervaluing himself and feeling like he has to earn love from people.

His arc about growth is a little longer because the damage is deeper, but he makes great progress in AALS.

Mild spoiler: **There's an upcoming scene in Part Three where Crowley is confronted by this idea of unconditional love, and it doesn't come from who you think it does! But it really feels like the perfect bookend to his arc. It's not necessarily the climax of the story, but it is for me.**

The final quarter of AALS, particularly chapters 16 and 17, are about doing the work individually to not just be a better partner, but to be a better person as a whole. I do not want this story to solely focus on how they can be better for each other. That is not the point of this story. It's about how they can better for themselves and how that positively impacts their interactions with others. These chapters may not feel entirely satisfying, but it's intentional because in my mind, that work never ends.

Queerness

I set out writing AALS to explore the idea of queer identity and queer community, including confronting the bias and misconceptions queer people have of each other. I identify as bi. Hi. I am not out to most people because of fear of judgment, that I will be considered less-than or not 'really queer.' I have had worse reactions coming out to gay and lesbian people than I have had straight people, but let me tell you, straight people have not been great either! Queer comes in every flavor, which is why every queer character has different opinions on what that means and what it looks like. This causes conflict in the story.

The story also addresses the constant microaggressions queer people face. In Chapter 14, Ezira and AJ both hint at Hungary. It's briefly mentioned as well in STTH, but I've never addressed it fully. Something did happen, and it was ugly, but I've never had the energy to put it into words. We have to deal with this shit every day, and despite this story being a reflection on my real life, it was one area I didn't want to explicitly address.

But from misgendering Beez to biphobia to outright legal barriers (hey, did you know it's illegal for homosexuals to marry in Greece? Never mind all the extremely homophobic countries and states both Formula 1 and IndyCar visit), to the internalized homophobia that someone like Lili carries around, queerphobia is a constant, belittling experience across both stories.

To counteract that, however, I very much wanted this story to be about queer community. Does Nolan have stupid opinions as an uneducated, young 19-year-old? Yep! But does he also now have a community of peers that he can learn from? Yes! Spoiler, Nolan remains a prominent member of the brunch club, and no, he does not get dropped as a friend for his gross comments. We don't see his growth because he is a very minor character, but that brunch club and Marnie and Stephen are very much there for him as much as they are there for Ezira. And to counteract Nolan, there's Adam, who seems to be the angel on Ezira's shoulder and a source of reason.

And Lili. Whyyyy Lili? She has been a controversial character in this story. Some of that has been intentional in order for Ezira to confront his own biases. Remember, Ezira has been surrounded by straight people his entire life, comes from a homophobic country, and grew up in a hyper masculine sport. And some of his initial opinions come from a place of misogyny and biphobia. Yep. It's not because he's a bad person, and I wanted to make a point of showing their friendship evolving without some aha! moment.

But Lili is also there to be supportive of Crowley. I never intended for it to come off as Crowley emotionally cheating with Lili, but I do see the point commenters have made. That's part of the joy and burden of putting a story out in the world. It no longer becomes mine but a shared experience. I don't mind these interpretations, but I do get upset when people think she's outright malicious for growing up in a rural Midwest town, feeing lonely, and in need of support.

Lili is for Crowley because I could not imagine him going through IndyCar alone, or confronting his past with Javier, or going through a break in his relationship. He's not necessarily being open with her (is he ever with anyone???), but he has a friend to lean on. And Crowley is for Lili, too. This is her first sense of real queer community where she can be out and open, and it's giving her space to evaluate her past relationship with The Ex because she's never had anyone to talk to before.

And Beez. It's no secret Beez is my favorite character. They aren't featured a lot in this story, but their touch is felt through every moment. They connect Crowley and Lili, and let me tell you, they did it for Lili more than they did it for Crowley. But to my point above, they are also not a perfect character. They sometimes give bad advice, which leads to Crowley and Ezira not talking about their issues for too long. Beez also helped Crowley hide his meeting with Eve. But Beez was the first person to ever love Crowley without conditions, and it steered him away from the self-destructive road he was going to go down alone. Up until now, Beez has been the only family Crowley has had.

Beez is the community in this story. They approached Crowley first. They encourage Lili to connect with Dagon and go back to school. They aren't the oldest character in this story, but they are the one who has been out the longest and knows what it feels like to be without a family, so they push for others to make to those connections.

The point is, AJ and Ezira are endgame, yes, but for me, that's not what this story is about. For me, the story is about growth and community and how it can shape a person to be their best self, so they can share all the love they've received with someone else.

#accept a little spin #rainbow road #ni speaks

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this is part two of my december fic rec! this list encompasses the fics i’ve read from the 18th to the 28th!! it’s also my birthday today which makes it even more special! i can think of no better way to spend today than spreading positivity! :)

you can find part one of this month here

✰ there’s happiness because of you by @hadestyles | NR | 1k - (so soft, tender, and beautiful!! rori’s writing amazes me always! and this was written for my birthday because they’re an angel <3)

Thursday mornings have always been their favourite.

✰ and it gets colder and colder by @hadestyles | E | 2K - (another rori fic!! once again, beautiful prose! made me feel emotional!)

Harry wants to take care of Louis. Things take a turn.

✰ make my wish come true by @soldouthaz | M | 3k - (drabble from this series) (so cute, lovely, soft, amazing!!! made my heart so happy! this is also dedicated to me which :’) sarah angel chant)

The taste of Christmas cookies fresh out of the oven and peppermint hot chocolate is still heavy on his tongue. Harry’s sweater provides some warmth and it still smells of him from before he left for his internship two weeks ago, but it’s nowhere near the feeling of his arms wrapped around him. Louis shivers despite the blankets.

✰ spirit meets the bones by @hadestyles​ | E | 3k - (i had to edit to add this because rori wrote another beautiful little fic for me :’) beautiful prose, beautiful emotions, so so so beautiful, gosh. pure poetry!)

The action shouldn’t fill his eyes with tears but it does. These small gestures mean the world to him. A steady reminder that Harry does notice all the tiny, seemingly insignificant details that make Louis him.

✰ 29 Blows by @quelquesetoiles | E | 4k - (super hot but also so cute!! love the concept of the birthday tradition in this one!!!)

For over a decade now, Harry has had his little tradition. It wouldn't be a Louis Tomlinson birthday without his best friend finding new, ingenious ways to make his life more difficult.

It's cute, it's funny, it's theirs, until Harry takes it a step too far on Louis' 29th birthday.

✰ calm me down (before i sleep) by @erodiansunflower | E | 7k - (a pwp and super hot, but also super cute??)

Prompt 24: Harry is a sex shop owner that has a crush on Louis, the shy customer who flirts with him while buying cute buttplugs, lace panties, and collars. One day, Louis asked Harry to help him put on a corset (they end up fucking in the dressing room). Things escalate quickly from there, so they start seeing each other seriously while trying other sex stuff.

✰ You’re Never Alone With a Moon This Bright by @helloamhere | T | 8k - (part one of this series) (WOW this was incredible and i am ENTRANCED! this author is an all-time favorite and idk why it took me so long to get to this series but i’m here now!! and loving it!!)

Louis was a monster. But sometimes, even monsters get a Christmas.

✰ Be a Good Girl For Me by @sincetheywere16and18 | E | 9k - (really hot and cute!!!)

Based on this prompt: “AU where Harry is Louis’ older brother’s best friend. He catches Louis dancing around his room in panties and blackmails him, saying that louis has to do anything he says or else he’ll tell Louis’ family that he wears girly underwear. Secretly soft for him, Harry gives him easy tasks and uses the whole thing to spend more time with Louis. Eventually, the orders begin to escalate and Harry teases Lou about his secret, making Louis shy and embarrassed. Louis loves the attention though, and forms a crush on his brother’s best friend. Lots of feminization, secret relationship, and enemies to lovers. Thank you!”

✰ it’s hard to fight naked by @loustarlight | E | 11k - (LOVED this so much!!! a big fan of enemies/flatmates to lovers especially when there’s a walk-in involved!!)

Louis leaves dirty socks on the couch, Zayn does assignments while he's high, and Harry is hopelessly crushing on his roommate.

✰ Sweet Scary Creatures by @specklelouis | M | 13k - (jurassic park au!! so cute and fun!!! loved louis’ character growth in this in particular!)

They stare into each other's eyes for a while until Louis remembers this is too intimate and looks at Harry’s hands on his thigh. It spans a big portion of his thigh and Louis has always been insecure about how thick he is, so he loves that Harry has huge, dustbin hands that hold him and makes him feel smaller, safer.

✰ hereafter (ad infinitum) by @larryent | M | 13k - (this was absolutely beautiful!! the writing was incredible, the contrast between the old timeline and new one impeccable, and the letters!!! love them!! and vampire harry is always a win!)

"A legacy is every life you’ve touched. And you’ve touched mine twice."

On the coast of San Francisco in 2024 is when Harry falls in love all over again.

✰ Believe Me When I Say You Have It All by @helloamhere | T | 20k - (part two of this series) (loved this even more than it’s predecessor. not to be dramatic, but i’d die for the louis and harry in this series. this whole world has my heart)

Harry had never faced anything in this forest that had actually succeeded in scaring him. Louis was no exception.

✰ Yours to Lose by @loulicate-recs | M | 26k - (so cute and soft and sweet!!! louis and harry were both angels and IAN <3 little cutie!!! so proud of you hanis!)

Louis always gets distracted with his mummy duty and he eventually catches Harry's attention.

✰ But It’s Useless by @thinlinez | E | 26k - (this put such a big smile on my face!! so cute and lovely!! louis was a relatable and adorable menace and harry was a smitten idiot but they both got there in the end!!)

Omega Louis would never guess that he would be trying to hack into Alpha Harry's Wifi. That is until everything changes when he tries to get to know his enemy.

✰ Stuck On You by Writewhatiwant | E | 34k - (so so sweet! loved the aspect of stickers in this fic and how louis found joy in them!! really loved how both louis and harry (especially harry) grew throughout this story and how they found peace at the end!)

Louis’ life revolves around his stickers. Harry’s life revolves around his job. The universe has decided their worlds should revolve around each other.

✰ smoke between your teeth by @soldouthaz | E | 37k - (i think everyone knows how much i adore sarah and her fics but this one just might be a new favorite! loved all the psych stuff, the pining, the rom-com worthy confession <3 brilliant!)

Louis tries to stop his addiction to cigarettes and discovers he's been addicted to Harry for much, much longer.

✰ Your Life Worth Walking on a Bright Morning by @helloamhere | T | 38k - (part three of this series) (it just keeps getting better and better <3 so comforting and consistent and beautiful!)

For all its complexity, Louis sometimes reminded himself, life could always be simplified into a series of forks in the road. Even overwhelmingly big things were survivable when you broke them down to their choice. One path or the other, left or right.

✰ On The Edge by @zanniscaramouche | E | 47k - (so crazy good!! zanni is always amazing me!! loved the ice skating, the hockey, the misunderstandings, the multi-faced and beautiful characters and relationships - all so perfect!)

Figure skating is as vital to Louis’ identity as his DNA, so when his skates go missing right before the last Olympics of his career there may be a meltdown only vanilla bath salts can fix. Well, that and the stupidly charming hockey player he met on the plane.

Harry’s too old to be the wonder kid and too young to be taken seriously in the NHL. As an alternate thrown in at the last second, he fights to prove himself on the national team at the largest sporting event known to man. Or he will, once he gets off this flight and can focus on something other than the fussy figure skater and his stunningly blue eyes.

A baggage mix-up skews both of their perfectly laid plans for gold, forcing the two to work together as the clock clicks towards the minute they’re expected to shine on centre ice.

✰ made for lovin’ you by @cuddlerlouis | E | 53k - (loved this so much!! touch depri/accidental bonds are my favorite and this was no exception!!! the characterizations, the tension, the misunderstandings, the tenderness, the fluff!!! so good!)

A quick, horny decision ruins Louis’ summer plans, but may also lead to unexpected discoveries. Featuring the road trip of dreams, misunderstandings, and a bit of fate.

✰ social cues by @outropeace | E | 56k - (so fucking good!! the slow burn in this was impeccable!!! pair it with friends with benefits, mutual pining, angst, misunderstandings... amazing <3)

To Harry, Louis was becoming as tangible and essential as music in his life. He still was a mystery but at the same time, he was one of the most real things Harry had. He just hoped he could live up to the image Louis probably had in his mind of him.

He could play the part, after all, what was published of him wasn’t as detached from reality. He didn’t think of himself as a rockstar cliche, although he couldn't deny he did sleep around, partied a lot, and did some drugs. But then again, wasn’t that what the majority of his friends back in his hometown were doing at college?

Harry wanted to impress Louis, he didn’t want to disappoint or leave his expectations unfulfilled, so he’d give him the full rockstar experience.

It was a very simple plan, what could possibly go wrong?

✰ dripping like spider milk by @raspberryoatss | E | 64k - (pip amazing me with her talent? a common occurrence. this was so wonderfully written and so well done!! loved the characterizations, the dynamic, the angst, the miscommunication, the pining, the HUMOR!!! it was all so amazing!!)

When he sees the alpha, his brown hair curling around the top of his neck and his broad back that’s filled out over the past couple of years, Louis freezes for a moment. The alpha turns around, Louis’ surprised expression mirrored on his own for a fraction of a second before he schools it into a big, yet shy grin and a wave of his huge hand. With his nostrils flared, Louis knows that he can smell him, too.

They never hired alphas, except for—

“Harry.”

✰ a taste of freedom and sweetened passion by @tomlinvelvetfics | M | 74k - (okay technically haven’t finished reading this one yet but i want to get this up early and i already know this is amazing because it’s LATE and she’s incredible!!! and, i mean, anne of green gables?? abo?? best birthday gift ever!! will be spending the day reading this in bliss <3)

“Are you mad?” he explodes, throwing his hands up, groaning. “I was so, so close to reaching my goal, and your stupid, stalking ass had to creep up on me, hm?”

Harry is trying to keep his laughter in, walking closer to him, eyes soft. He doesn’t like the way those eyes make him feel, an odd, dangerous mix of nervous and flustered, so he bends down to pick up the books, raising an eyebrow when Harry growls in protest.

“I wanted to pick them up for you,” the alpha pouts, and Louis glares at him, getting into position and lowering the pile of yellowed pages over the top of his head.

“I’m a functional human being, thank you very much,” he grits out as he begins to walk and mentally count the amount of steps he takes. One, two, three, for heaven’s sake Harry fuck off!, four, five. He doesn’t let himself be distracted as the alpha walks along with him despite the slow pace, green eyes focused on him in a way that would, in any other cases, compelled him to throw a book in the alpha’s face.

He doesn’t know why he doesn’t do it and certainly doesn’t want to think about the reason, whatever it might be.

If you read any of these lovely fics, remember to leave kudos and comment to show your appreciation!

*if i made any errors, please let me know :)

enjoy!

#fic recs #my fic recs #28th appreciation #2020 recs #december recs #december 2020 recs

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5 Japanese Philosophies Self Help Books You Could Read

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In recent years, society has gathered pace, our stress levels have gone through the roof and we have become increasingly obsessed with money, job titles, appearances and the endless accumulation of stuffs that we don’t really need. There is a growing amount of discontent as we push ourselves harder to achieve the ideal image of perfection that we overwhelmed ourselves.

While social media is helpful in many ways, in enabling you to connect with people from the comfort of your homes and retrieving countless information, it furthers disconnect you from the real world, offline and we inevitably compare ourselves to our peers making ourselves feel miserable and wasting more time scrolling aimlessly on our phones going further into the abyss.

People have begun doing digital detox to get away from it all, to gather our own thoughts and yearn for a much simpler and meaningful life, where we could be liked and loved for who we are as a person. A life built around what really matters to us. I’ve tried reading several self-help books but none of them touched my soul as the five books I am about to recommend you to read.

The thing about most books I tried reading is that the authors boldly claimed how their books will change your life immediately. While these five books made no such claims but merely relates to the acceptance of the transience of all things, and the experiencing of life with all the senses, inspiring you to make tiny incremental steps that will eventually change your life in due time.

They are written by authors who are either living or working in Japan that they have learnt several aspects of Japanese cultural life that they believe could be adopted elsewhere, whether it’s changing a mindset, finding time for a cup of tea or a walk in nature, and other techniques that can be really useful to those who felt overworked, anxious, burnt out and emotionally exhausted.

1 | Wabi Sabi: Japanese Wisdom for a Perfectly Imperfect Life

A well written book by Beth Kempton, which makes you feel as if you are going on a journey in Japan with her, starting in Kyoto, to discover the history and mysteries behind the Japanese philosophy of Wabi Sabi, which teaches you how to live with the rhythm of nature and see the beauty of imperfection, being gentler to ourselves and decelerating our lives. 

To put it simply, it’s a whole new way of looking at the world and your life, inspired by centuries-old Japanese wisdom. With roots in Zen and the way of tea, it is more relevant than ever for a modern life as we search for new ways to approach life’s challenges and seek a purposeful meaning beyond materialism.

2 | A Little Book of Japanese Contentments: Ikigai, Forest Bathing, Wabi-sabi, and More

An interesting book by Erin Niimi Longhurst that covers more than one philosophy, that aims at different aspects of your life, such as the first part which focuses on your heart and mind, finding contentment in your life and celebrating your hardships that shapes you into who you are today and letting go of your idea of perfection, because life itself isn’t a perfect.

The second part focuses on your body, how you engage with your surroundings and how to nourish it to stimulate your mind and the third part focuses on developing your habit slowly. And there are several beautiful photos of Japan on every page for you to pause and reflect on what you have just read on that page.

3| The Book of Ichigo Ichie: The Art of Making the Most of Every Moment, the Japanese Way

Today, we spend most of our time overthinking, either about the uncertainties of the future or being dragged down by the baggage of our past that we fail to live in the moment and spend our lives sleepwalking. This is where Garcia and Miralles, will guide you to relish everyday experiences and how to live in the moment. 

In an age of distraction, instant gratification, and superficial engagement, the Japanese concept of “ichigo ichie,” which roughly translates as “one time, one meeting/opportunity,” can help us to treasure individual moments. Every moment in one’s life, they write, deserves full attention because this very moment will never happen again or in the exact same way again.

4 | L’art de la Simplicité: How to Live More with Less

Ever wonder why Marie Kondo and the minimalist movement are gaining momentum in this current age of commercialism and excessive spending? This book is great place to start to understand it’s underlying concept and how it’ll help you lead a simple life with just the minimum. You don’t have to sleep on the floor in an empty room but know well enough to get rid of things that you do not need because a clean home cleanses your mind and soul.

Dominuque Loreau takes you on a step-by-step journey to a clutter-free home, a calm mind and an energized body. Free yourself of possessions you don’t want or need; have more money to spend on life’s little luxuries; eat better and lose weight; and say goodbye to anxiety and negative relationships.

5 | Into the Forest: How Trees Can Help You Find Health and Happiness

We are increasingly becoming an indoor species that we spend 90% of our life indoors, staring at our screens, from work to leisure which is affecting our health without us realizing it. In this book, Immunologist and Forest Medicine expert, Dr Qing Li, examines the unprecedented benefits of forest therapy or Shinrin Yoku, exploring the scientific connection between nature and our wellbeing. 

How a mindful stroll in the park, through the forest or by the sea, listening to the sounds of nature and breathing in fresh air into your lungs could reduce blood pressure, stress level and improve energy levels and immune system as well, making you feel much healthier and happier. There are several beautiful photos of the parks and forests across Japan where his research was conducted for you to immerse yourself into, making you feel as if you are there, spending time in nature yourself.

These books that I have shared are a refreshing antidote to our fast paced consumption driven world, where we’re constantly being shoved by the idea of perfection from work to love life. They will encourage you to slow down, reconnect with nature and be gentler on yourself. It can help you simplify everything and concentrate on what really matters in life.

There’s nothing wrong in achieving what you set out to achieve but bear in mind that we’re only human, we have flaws, we have wounds, we make mistakes, we have our limits, we are not identical to everyone else, we go through different paths and life experiences that shape us into who we are. Hope they’ll help you to love yourself just as you are and face life with a smile.

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Def Mood on the whole part about bangel's wedding being played for drama and angst but also, for me one of the main reasons is because even with all of their scenes together, their dynamic still felt underwhelming when you take out all the dramatic angst scenes? Like sure ok I will sit through seasons 1 2 and then 3 while I watch them but I always end up liking their conversation more in season 7 which is ironic, given that it feels kind of thrown in, but it's also just one where it felt like both were more or less on an equal footing to me. Buffy was older and a lot more experienced while being a slayer, she didn't take Angel's crap when he was jealous of Spike, but she was also honest about her feelings in general towards him. I guess part of the reason why I liked it is because it didn't feature Angel having more say in what happens to them, but Buffy does for once, since he was the one that broke them up in season 3 and then in "I Will Remember You", and while I don't think it was necessarily bad, since it did end up being a good choice for him to go his own way, it still felt a bit unbalanced to me bc again, Buffy had no real say in it. And I can never really be into the season 5 scene either (when Joyce dies) mainly because it just feels like Buffy is in mourning, and she's trying to cling onto the one thing she previously knew and felt something intensely for.

I know you just made that post to highlight one reason and that's def valid, so I hope this doesn't come off as me correcting you bc I also agree.

don’t worry, I really appreciate that I get a lot of long opinionated asks. it’s a lot of fun to talk about btvs. it is my favourite show after all. and I’m always honoured when people wanna send their opinions to me 💖

as for what you said about bangel, I don’t really have a big problem with the wedding dream other than my own personal distaste towards most weddings, but I get finding them a bit boring together. in my first watch through I barely thought about them at all. and especially in season 3, their relationship can be downright confusing. I used to always forget when they were dating and when they weren’t, cause they were always flip flopping between two extremes.

honestly I’m really surprised you like the chosen scene. it always bothered me how the kiss came out of nowhere, and joss & co were obviously trying to throw both bangel and spuffy shippers a bone without fully committing to one or the other. but honestly I do love how mature buffy is in that scene. and seeing her be so confident in her identity in a way she’s never been before. I actually liked the forever scene a lot. I liked that buffy could take comfort in something familiar, even if just for a while. also it was the only post s3 angel cameo that I didn’t found completely out of character when I first watched btvs.

honestly I always felt like their relationship was very unequal. it’s certainly not equivalent to what a real life relationship between a teenager and a 20 something would look like, but I always felt like angel had more autonomy and choices in the relationship, and there’s lots of evidence that he still viewed her as a kid (remember when he straight up called her a brat? big ole yikes there). it’s not a coincidence that buffy broke it off with angel twice in s3 and spent a lot of time trying to avoid him, but it’s angel who actually gets the last say. and he did it in such a shitty way too. I think he was in the right to break up with her, since their relationship was clearly doomed, and he actually became his own person once he left sunnydale, but he used such self righteous reasoning, and he made buffy’s struggles all about him (like in s2 when Buffy said she wanted a normal life and angel was like “before me” 🤡🤡). it was good for angel, but it was not good for buffy. he told her he wanted her to have a normal relationship, and you know what she did? she immediately rushed into a relationship with a normal guy and got hurt. buffy was way more vulnerable in their relationship than angel was, and I just can’t find myself to care about angel as much as I care about buffy in their dynamic.

honestly I have so much to say about their power dynamic. it’s not even the age gap, it’s just that angel has so much baggage that he dumps on this teenage girl without caring about the emotional consequences for her. also all the ‘old man angel’ jokes on ats just make me sideeye their relationship even more. and this is probably an unpopular opinion, but I feel like angel traumatized buffy way more than spike did. before s6 spike was pretty much just a nuisance that was rarely taken seriously, and even in s6 buffy was already going through some tough shit. he really only made up a small part of her struggles. compared with the stuff with angelus that made buffy feel like loving her was dangerous and synonymous with death. over the years she felt so much shame for her decisions (that were not her fault at all), and her experience with angel overshadowed her relationships in a way that is not romantic at all (I hate how some people romanticize buffy struggling to tell her love interests she loves them, as if it’s because she’s still in love with angel and not because she’s scared that being vulnerable in that way again will only lead to suffering for both her and everyone around her). and obviously a lot of it isn’t his fault, but it unfolds in a way that makes me really fall on buffy’s side.

so yeah. I have Many Thoughts ™ about this, which is weird cause I honestly don’t dislike bangel half of the time. I think a lot of their scenes are cute, and I sometimes get wrapped up in the dramatic romance too. but they had some major problems, and I just really dislike the idea of them ending up together. they’re just such different people at the end of their respective shows, and maybe if they had a fresh start they could make it work, but buffy had so many of her insecurities tied up in her relationship to angel that I just don’t think they could ever get past that. even if buffy herself gets over it, there’s always gonna be that implication that their relationship only leads to pain, and I don’t want that for buffy. that’s why a lot of my preferred buffy ships involve more internal conflict. it leaves room for them to change and grow together, not forcing them to be apart, and having to deal with the wreckage by themselves

#answers #anonymous #anti bangel #ooh boy I hope that tag doesn’t become common for me kshgddhdgd #but thank you. I really do love getting messages like this #it’s just a lot of fun <3

[revisionaryhistory]

Three Days ~ 62

~*~Emma~*~

I slapped at my phone until the alarm stopped. My head was exploding. Why did I think drinking champagne all day was a good idea? I guess it was better than being sober all day. Thankfully, there was Advil in my purse and a bottle of water on the nightstand. The alarm went off again. I grabbed my phone, silenced the alarm, and checked what I'd done. There were alarms set for every fifteen minutes. Must have hit snooze last time. At least I'd had the forethought to set my alarm early enough to pack. There was a little blinking light telling me I had a text.

Sebastian ~ Up early for a TV interview. Hope you're not feeling too bad. Enjoy your morning with the women.

Sebastian ~ If we miss each other have a safe flight.

Sebastian ~ Check Instagram

 Uh oh. Wonder what he posted. I touched the notification saying he'd posted and laughed. The mouse ears were so him. He looked adorable. The mocking expression on his face and the caption was perfect. From the many, many comments his fans agreed. I liked the post but went back to text to comment.

Emma ~ Funny, funny boy. And cute.

Emma ~ Head bursting. My own fault.

Emma ~ xoxo

 I showered, packed, got ready, and double-checked I had everything before dragging my bag downstairs. The house was quiet. I'd said my good-byes to Dad, Amy, and Katie last night. Mom came down as I was finishing my toast and fruit. She was dressed in scrubs and looked like her Advil hadn't kicked in yet. She went straight to the Keurig, "How's your head?"

I held up my coffee cup, "Caffeine and Advil have helped. You?"

"Why did we think that was a good idea?"

I laughed, "It was fun."

"You need to drink a lot of water before your flight."

"Will do." I grabbed us both a bottle of water out of the fridge.

In the car, mom called into work and did her typical morning meeting. I used to love going in to do rounds. Very Grey’s Anatomy. Not quite as fascinating as an adult. I used the time to post a couple of things on Instagram. Amy and I had mom take identical pictures yesterday and I posted them with dad’s bad joke about not being able to imagine what I'd look like with short hair. The first pick was me with long hair and if you swiped you got Amy with shorter hair. One more swipe gave you a picture of us both.

Chris Evans was the first comment, "You just gave Seb a heart attack."

I sent back, "Na, we had a FT date last night."

If Sebastian, Chris, and Chace were going to be commenting I needed to go through my followers and cull the people with which I didn't interact. By the look of follow requests, Amy must have given out my user name. Most were people from Saturday. That wasn't going to happen. Lauren was the only possible and I left her on the list. The others I declined. Even without the Three Musketeers, I wouldn’t have approved them.

The shelter had a real name, but if you knew where and what it was you referred to it as a home for lost girls. There was usually a wide range of ages, but they were all lost girls. Mom went to set up and I joined the other women in the common room. There was no time limit for staying and every time I came here it was a mix of old and new faces. Stacy, one of the therapists from my rehab facility, was now the director and she joined us ten minutes after I'd arrived. She called for everyone to gather and I joined in their morning group. So many women with so many stories just trying to make it through the nights. I was cautious with what I disclosed but easily gave feedback and comfort. When group was over mom started calling today's patients back. Others went off to start their day and I stayed with whoever was left. I spent a long time with a girl who couldn’t be much over eighteen. Her timid jumpiness told me she was new, her story fresh. I sat with her, Stacy, and two other residents until they convinced her to join them for some distraction.

Stacy studied my face, "You look happy. Things going well?"

There was always a check. She did groups when I was in rehab, so while I worked with her it wasn’t individual. I’m sure she knew more about me from treatment planning meetings than I’d shared with her. I had asked Trevor once what he shared and he said just the basics, but not details of my story.  "Very. Work, good volleyball team, life in general." I felt the smile forming.

"That's a boyfriend face if I’ve ever seen one."

"He’s pretty great." I glanced to the hall making sure my mom wasn't there. "Helped me get through this long weekend."

"I guess that means I won't be seeing you more often. You're very soothing. I could put you to good use."

I cringed, "Don't let mom hear you say that."

The fun thing about talking to Stacy in this setting is I get to know about her life too. We caught up like old friends until mom was ready to go.

"There's enough time to get a coffee. You could tell me more about you and Sebastian."

Seriously? I've been here four days. We're on the way to the airport. This is the last possible moment she could ask about us, about him. I am doubtful of the sincerity of her curiosity.

"Mom, I appreciate the olive branch, but no, I don't want to have coffee and talk about Sebastian."

She didn't look at me.

I felt a little bad. "Is there something going on with Amy I don't know about?"

Her face read panic when she looked over, "Why would you ask that?"

"Because you and dad are so, I don’t know, protective. She hasn't used since she got pregnant. She's a good mom. Work is good. Saturday was fun. She and Max are a thing. Since Christmastime, we’ve talked and texted more. She seems in a good place. I don’t get why I’m supposed to pretend my life sucks. Is there something you're not telling me?"

"No, she's doing well. Can you understand we want to keep it that way?"

"Of course, but is sheltering her like this necessary?" She started to say something and I held up my hand. "Let me finish. You're trying so hard to protect her you've hurt me. I’ve never felt less important than this visit. Completely discounted. Like you don't care about my life, my happiness."

"That's not true, but Amy..."

I interrupted, angry now, "No, mom. I tell you my feelings are hurt and I feel unimportant and instead of addressing me you say "but Amy." I don't brag about myself, but it seems like anything above my total failure is assumed to make her inferior. If that's true she needs a better therapist. Did you ever consider that your over-protectiveness tells her she's not capable? Just like when we were sixteen, what you see as best is the worst possible thing for me. You saw us as broken and damaged. When I didn't see myself that way you focused on Amy instead of putting aside your guilt and fear to figure out what I needed. I didn’t need pity or to be seen as half a person damaged by a tragedy. I needed to be seen as a strong whole person who had something bad happen. Twelve years later my experience is still less because I wasn't addicted to heroin. The rest was different but equally bad."

"I understand that, Emma. I'm proud of you. I don't know the reasons, why you soar and she struggles. Maybe part is on us. We were devasted and grieving. Amy's reaction made sense. Yours didn’t. You are not less important. Your happiness matters. You are stronger than Amy. It takes nothing from you to restrain what you talk about in front of her."

Right back where we started. "The only reason it doesn’t is that I won't let it."

The look on her face was relieved. Pleased. She misunderstood and I wasn't willing to clarify.

It does take something from me to diminish my happiness and hide my successes. It does take something away from me to have my parents not ask about me except for the last half hour of my visit or expect me to whisper in the corner. With the limited time I spend with my biological family, I could do as they ask. The problem isn't as much what they ask of me, as much as their complete unawareness or lack of concern about my feelings. As Eli, and probably Sebastian, would say, "they chose Amy."

I choose me.

The silence was uncomfortable, so I filled it talking about room switches at work and my ideas for changing my room’s theme. It's possible I was being childish by refusing to talk about Sebastian. I definitely felt like a child right now. A surly one.

At the airport, we hugged, exchanged I love yous, and she told me to tell Sebastian it was nice to meet him. I said I would. Might have been a lie.

In the baggage check line, I mulled over options. I wanted a friendly voice, but I wanted to leave this behind. Angie and I had texted several times a day as usual and she knew what was going on.

Emma ~ Heading toward security. Once I clear I could use a friendly voice.

Angie ~ You can keep me company while I fold laundry. Support or distraction?

Emma ~ Distraction

Angie ~ Oh good, I want to hear the story behind the mouse ears. He looked hot.

Emma ~ Will do!

 There was plenty of time before my flight since I’d opted out of coffee with mom. I headed to the food court area. The first thing I saw was a Savannah Candy Kitchen and bought enough pralines to share at school tomorrow. We had to have our rooms packed by Friday if we wanted the custodial staff to move us. Luckily, I kept everything in my cabinets in totes and bins, so that was done. I enjoyed taking things down and starting over. I’d throw on some music, dance, and sing my way through the day.

One bite of praline and my stomach started screaming. I’d had toast and fruit for breakfast to work through the hangover. That was gone. I’d forgotten there was a Varsity in Terminal C. Mmmm. Cheeseburger, some home-made fries, and a super thick orange shake. I could walk to the one at UGA from my Freshman dorm. I found a table in a corner and took a picture to make people jealous with later before calling Angie.

“Mind if I eat while we talk?”

“We take our phones to the bathroom and keep on FaceTime.”

“Good point.” Not like we didn’t go to the bathroom together. Seemed silly to hang up. “Sebastian told me I could watch him pee the other night.”

She laughed, “How did this come up in conversation?”

“We were discussing birthday sex and it took a turn into limits. Watching him pee is as far as he’ll go.” We both laughed.

“Perfectly acceptable limit.”

“Definitely.” I shoved a fry in my mouth and moaned my approval. “He can feel the strings of my IUD.”

“Eli can’t.”

“Does Eli have short fingers?”

“Do you have a short vagina?”  We laughed some more, both knowing we’d be checking out their fingers the next time we were together. “What’s the deal with the ears?”

“I signed an NDA yesterday. Sebastian felt bad about it. Disney was the only studio on the thing, so I sent him ears.” I shrugged and took a bite of my burger.

“That’s cute. Both of you. There’s something hot about Disney knowing he’s going to tell you secrets and making sure you can’t repeat them.”

I talked around a mouthful of hamburger, “I thought the same thing!”

We talked about nothing and everything until my flight was called. Sometime in there, Eli came home and we were on speakerphone for a while. They had a gig this weekend and I’d be in town. Sebastian and I hadn’t talked about plans yet. I’d think about plans after I had my hands on him. Literally. About an hour after.

Once we were high enough, I switched my phone on and connected to the plane's WiFi. I’d missed a text while I was talking to Eli and Angie.

Sebastian ~ Woo hoo, where are you?

Emma ~ 30,000 feet above Georgia.

Emma ~ I was talking to Angie and Eli and missed you. ☹

Sebastian ~ No sad face. I’m here. I miss you too.

Emma ~ Hi . . . what are you doing?

Sebastian ~ Finished with a lunch. Meeting/sightseeing trip soon. Pretty sure that means going to a bar.

Emma ~ Or strip club. Look, don’t touch.

Sebastian ~ Promise. Don’t think that’s the plan. What are you doing tonight?

Emma ~ Not a damn thing. Sitting in the quiet of my house.

Sebastian ~ Sounds peaceful. I’m afraid to ask how today went.

Emma ~ Shelter was great. Drive to airport not so much. Nothing worth whining about. I feel like I’ve done enough of that lately.

Sebastian ~ Not whining. I know you got this, but I liked being leaned on.

Emma ~ I liked you being there. Thank you again.

Sebastian ~ You’re welcome. Work tomorrow?

Emma ~ Yep, have to everything boxed up by Friday. Mallory and I are just switching rooms. I’ll be hosting lunches next year. Closer to the cafeteria. Closer to parking. Same view just the other side of the building.

Sebastian ~ Makes it easy. I’ll call you tomorrow. Not such a jam-packed day.

Emma ~ No worries. I see you in two days.

Sebastian ~ Going to kiss you so hard you’ll push me away.

Emma ~ Wouldn’t count on that, baby cakes.

Sebastian ~ Baby cakes . . . lol

Emma ~ Maybe one day I’ll pick one.

Sebastian ~ I enjoy the variety.

Emma ~ Very mood dependent

Sebastian ~ So asshole would be angry?

Emma ~ I’m far more creative than asshole.

Sebastian ~ I don’t doubt that. For now, Mr. Baby Cakes will do.

Emma ~ And you may address me as Princess Emeliana of Seattle. Dare you to scream that when you come.

Sebastian ~ Now I have to at least try. I’ll practice later.

Emma ~ Tease.

Sebastian ~ Only in the best way. I have to go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.

Sebastian ~ I miss you, Em

Emma ~ Miss you too, Bastian

 I went back to Sebastian's Instagram account and did a quick scroll through the comments on his latest post. Even though I wasn't mentioned it was the first sign of me on his IG and I was curious. The closest anyone got was a question if they were his ears because they were Minnie ears. That was irrelevant. I picked them because they matched my bikini and he would notice. I didn't go back to the picture from brunch, but it did get me thinking. I had no strong feelings one way or another about being photographed with him. I’ve never been into the whole Instagram official or Facebook relationship thing. Don't even have Facebook. Even for a non-celebrity, I think social media is more about perception than truth. I am guilty of that too. Hell, even this weekend. I was not immune to liking the attention from friends when I posted something. The DM's after Chris' comment had been fun as shit. There was the group picture from the tournament, but if you didn’t know it was Sebastian wrapped around me, you'd never recognize Sebastian. Ok, a fan would.

Sebastian had said we'd talk about fans later. He’d mentioned they weren't always nice to his friends or girlfriends. I went looking and it didn't take long to find a blog that chronicled his dating history. I was both intrigued and frightened. I understand the public figure piece and fan culture. But being able to see all this about my boyfriend felt like I was looking through his phone gallery and text messages. Alternately, if everyone else knew why shouldn’t I? My solution was to avoid information on Sebastian's relationships as much as I could and stick to fan reactions. It wasn't really hard to do. Pretty quickly I realized Twitter was a hot mess. The ease with which people hit reply and said things I hoped they'd never say face to face was like a shark feeding frenzy. Comment sections on Instagram weren't quite as bad. It lacked the voraciousness. Something about the way comments were nested with replies instead of a never-ending thread seemed less frantic. I now understood what Sebastian had said about the fans tearing each other apart. So often what should have been a disagreement turned into personal attacks. That shit was awful. Comments about friends and girlfriends were the typical fan bullshit. Friends were using him, exploiting the relationship, sharing pictures he didn't want them to, and bragging. Girlfriends weren't good enough, not pretty enough, also using him, and baiting fans. Several of the comments were fake nice. I'm sure some of that was trying to get on the friend, girlfriend, or his good side. Still, the bulk was positive. The negative minority was vocal and vicious.

One of the more interesting offshoots were Sebastian's reactions. They were stretched over years and more toward the whole situation. There were comments he made about it being out of line, hurtful to him, and few where'd he'd lost it and basically told someone to back off. I enjoyed the video clips with him talking about the toxicity and his position that he (and everyone else) needed to live their lives to make themselves happy. The biggest criticism of him was him not making them stop or coming to the defense of his girlfriends. Not sure how he'd make anyone stop. I was sure his lack of publicly defending wasn't indicative of anything except a refusal to engage. He would have taken shit if he had. Damned if you do, damned if you don't. It was clear from our limited conversations on the topic, that he was unhappy with the idea of me being attacked. I wonder if the previous girlfriends were as upset by his assumed indifference as the fans were?

I caught the odd detail or a comment he'd made on an ex’s post. I kept scrolling. It was none of my business. Plus, I wasn't sure how I'd feel about seeing them. I felt a twitch of jealousy with what I had seen, but it was tempered with my belief that exes were exes for a reason. I think knowing too many details of those who came before could lead to comparisons and uncomfortable conversations. Wasn’t super excited to tell him about this, but I would.

As soon as we were given clearance to use our phones, I made a call, knowing it would go to voice mail. "Hey Trevor, it's Emma. Do you have some time for me? Nothing critical. I just got back from Georgia and wanted to talk. Talk to you soon."

I was almost home when Trevor called back, "I always have time for you, Emma."

I laughed, "Only because you like being able to say you've worked with someone for twelve years."

"Sort of. I'm invested. I like keeping up with you. Meet you at the office about five?"

It was almost four, "Perfect. Thank you, Trevor." That gave me time to unpack, start a load of laundry, and make a grocery list.

The office where Trevor and I met wasn't his. One of his friends had a private practice and we'd met there since I moved to Beacon. Before that, it was video sessions. It was after hours, so Trevor met me at the door and locked it behind me. We hugged briefly and I said, "Thank you for seeing me."

Trevor shook his head, "I'm glad you called." He held out his hand, directing me to the office.

"I hope I didn't screw up a parent's night out. I'll send Kristy a gift certificate to a spa. One with childcare. The baby is six months now?"

"Sara is five months. Want to see a picture?"

"Of course." I scoffed. He unlocked his phone and showed me. "She's beautiful, Trevor. I'm so happy for you. You guys will be great parents."

He smiled, "And how are yours?"

I shrugged with a grimace, "Same as always."

I spent the next who knows how long telling him the events and conversations of the last four days. We'd worked together long enough he knew my nonverbals and I knew to add in the words for my emotions. It saved a lot of time with him going back and making me “name my feelings”. When I finished with the car ride today, I took a deep breath and huffed it out.

Trevor said, "Wow."

I laughed. "I know. It was a lot."

"No." He shook his head, "I mean wow, you said all that to your mom. You should be proud of yourself. I'm proud of you. That couldn't have been easy."

"I'd already talked to Ed and Sebastian about everything before, so my thoughts were sorted. I don't feel bad about anything I said, but I'm not sure I'm right." This is why I’d called Trevor. I needed the objective voice of reason. "Am I wrong?"

"Your experience isn't right or wrong."

I just glared at him.

Trevor leaned forward, "You're not wrong. What happened this weekend isn't ok. It's not ok to ask you to hide your happiness. It’s not ok for them to not ask you about your life. It's not ok when you say your feelings are hurt and you feel unimportant for your mother, or anyone else, to tell you how you are wrong."

I wiped my eyes. I felt relief with the validation "Thank you."

He reached over and put a hand on my arm. "You know this, Emma."

"I do." I nodded. "It was just a lot and I needed someone objective." I laughed, "Although Ed told me I've made choices and there are consequences."

Trevor laughed, "He's not wrong, but I think he agrees with most of your choices. He'll tell you if he doesn’t."

"Definitely."

Trevor leaned back and tented his fingers, "Why now? None of this is new. You've gone along with being careful with what you tell Amy. You already limit time with your family because of all these same things. Why say enough now?"

I didn't even have to think. "Sebastian." I started to smile. Trevor started to smile "I’ve meet this man I'm excited about. I want to tell my family, my parents and sister, about him. We set up a video call so they could meet him. Mom was rude. Then they wanted to know nothing more until I was packed and in the car. Tempering my excitement about work and friends is one thing. Sebastian is another thing completely."

"What would you have told them?"

"What would I tell them or what would I tell you?"

Trevor thought about his answer. "Me."

I preferred that answer. I don't know what I would have told them. The answer was very different now than when I was on the plane to Georgia. "Sebastian is a good man. He is good to me... good for me. I love how we talk. I love how he owns his shit. I love how he supports me." It took me a minute to figure out the next bit because I knew Trevor would ask. "I think we crashed into each other and just went for it. But not sharing secrets all at once then regretting having said too much. As we talk and are part of each other’s lives stuff is coming out naturally."

"As you trust more you reveal more. Both of you." Trevor summed that up nicely and I nodded in agreement. "What have you told him?"

"Enough. A lot. Not everything. He doesn't know how I met Ed. He doesn't know all the reasons we went to rehab. There's a chunk of time he doesn't know about." I smiled.

"You gonna tell him?"

I was surprised by how the question hit me. "I never told Jimmy."

Trevor made a face and tilted his head back and forth. "It was fresher. You were both awfully young. You're much more accepting of what you did than you were then." He squinted his eyes and studied me, "You're uncomfortable."

It was a statement, not a question. "I feel ashamed of myself." I chewed on my lip. "We've talked about how relationships are about being brave enough to be vulnerable with another person. We've done both and we've talked about it what that’s been like." I rubbed my finger over where I'd bit too hard. "I'm not brave enough to be that vulnerable."

"Oh, I think you are. You're scared, but you are brave enough. The night we met I was in awe of your bravery. That opinion hasn't changed. I'm not saying you should leave here and tell him everything. But since you feel ashamed you might want to think about talking to him before that shame gets in the way. What are you afraid of?"

"Sebastian will be upset. He has a big heart. He'll be anxious if I'm ok. He’ll think too much."

"Sure. When we learn someone we love has been through something traumatic it's normal to be upset and concerned about them. It’s a good thing.” He paused, looked at me, and spoke again, “What are you afraid of, Emma?"

I was angry at Trevor for not the first time. He makes me look at things I don't want to. I know it’s his job, I count on him to do it, but it pisses me off. "If he knows what I did... the things I had to learn to accept... the things I still struggle with... I like the way he looks at me like I’m good and precious. I'm afraid he'll see me differently." Took no time for the tears to fall.

Trevor said nothing for what felt like an hour, letting me sit in the emotion. When he spoke it was his quiet soothing voice. I used to get mad at his comforting tone too, like I didn’t deserve it, but I know better now. "Seeing you differently doesn't have to be negative. You've not told enough people to be confident it that. Who have you told?"

Trevor knew the answer. He wanted to remind me I knew it too. "Angie and Eli know most everything. Ed knows it all. And you."

"Did any of us react negatively?" I shook my head no. "They were upset. They empathized with you. But it didn't change how they loved you. It made them love you more. Your fear isn't in line with reality. There's no reason. . ." He stopped and took a breath. "Do you love him, Emma?"

"Yes."

"Have you told him?"

"No, I haven't seen him yet."

"Has he told you he loves you?"

"No."

"Does he?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Completely."

"So if everyone you’ve told loved you more there is no reason to think Sebastian would be any different.”

We sat quietly until my tears gave way to a loud cathartic laugh. "You are good."

"Thanks." He blew on his nails and shined them on his shirt.

"How did you do that? Seriously, how?"

Sometimes he'd tell me how he did his therapy magic. Luckily, today was one of those days. "There was something not fitting. Sebastian wasn’t fitting with the others for you. You didn't look at me when I said they'd loved you more. I went on a hunch. You'd not said you loved him. So, I walked you through that so he fit where you could see him as love plus story equals more love."

"Fascinating"

"I know you’re not ready to go public with your story, but I hope someday you will. You could make such a difference in so many lives. I know you channel that into teaching, but if you ever change your mind your story and successes will matter. Just keep it in mind."

"I will." We were winding down. "Do you want to see Sebastian?"

"Yes."

"He's not as cute as your Sara, but he'll do for me." I handed him my phone.

Trevor looked at my phone, then me, then the phone again. "Holy shit, Emma."

"You know him?"

"I am huge Marvel comic nerd. There's stuff in my office. You didn’t notice?"

"I’m not a Marvel nerd. Well, now, sort of."

He laughed, "I got to do family therapy with the lead singer of Pearl Jam. Now I'll get to do couples therapy with the Winter Soldier."

I stretched out my leg and kicked him in the shin, "We do not need couples therapy. We each have our own therapist."

We laughed for a nice long while before Trevor tied everything up. "I'm glad you called to get the validation you needed and to at least look at adding someone to the list of who can support you. I was with you when you told Ed. If you need me to be there if you decide to tell Sebastian I will be. You are correct in thinking the men you love most will struggle most."

I nodded, "I'll think about it. Thank you."

"Thank you for the most successful and challenging session I've had in weeks."

“Glad I could amuse you.”

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan fanfiction #fanfiction #sebastian stan X ofc #marvel actor fanfiction

[x--daughters-of-darkness--x]

Spiritbox: the post-metalcore trio set to own 2021

Genre-fluid Canadians Spiritbox are channelling all sorts of horror into their ever-evolving sound

Whether they’re immersed in true crime podcasts or creating horror in their music videos, genre-splicing Canadians Spiritbox – named, quite literally, after a device that supposedly helps you contact ghosts – immerse themselves in all things unusual. “It’s weird but I’ve always been interested in dark stuff,” says vocalist Courtney LaPlante. “I think it’s an anxiety thing; it’s a way for me to explore things that make me anxious, but in a ‘safe’ way.”

Following their 2017 self-titled debut that established a love for progressive metal, their more recent singles Blessed Be, Rule Of Nines and Holy Roller eagerly indulge other stylisations, borrowing a few metalcore-styled riffs and dropping in nuggets of industrial sounds. Courtney takes a page from her inspirations Deftones and Tesseract, stressing that Spiritbox won’t be limited in their creative endeavours by the pressure to be conventionally heavy.

“What those bands both have in common is fluidity,” she explains. “They can pretty much do whatever they want throughout the song; it can become heavy, they can do screaming vocals, but then also the song can take a turn and be very beautiful, uplifting and melodic. There’s never a sense from their fans of, ‘Oh, you guys sold out, you have singing!’ or like, ‘Oh, this is too heavy.’ Those are the bands that are my biggest inspiration as far as not having boundaries of how they sound.”

Spiritbox’s journey is something the singer describes as a “very unique band experience, unlike the traditional way.” Founded by her and husband Mike Stringer, the band is a labour of love born from the frustrations of Courtney not finding her identity in her previous music. She and Mike played in metalcore crew IWrestledABearOnce, and Courtney has opened up about that time and how the lack of creative input weighed heavily on her.

“It was weird; we were out playing shows [with IWABO], playing these songs nobody on stage wrote,” she explains. “[It was] like, ‘What is this? I don’t want to do this, I don’t connect with this song.’ It just hit us after a couple of years that we wanted to have our own identity and start fresh, make our own music.”

Courtney gushes that her latest venture has garnered a reaction that even she couldn’t anticipate, saying “it’s found an audience and they’re growing with us. The freedom of having a new band is like the freedom of having no baggage and having no preconceived notions of what it should sound like. It’s been very freeing for me.”

Courtney’s career gave her two pivotal entry points into the industry, both at the start and end of the 2010s. Transitioning from the internet’s sparse resources of pirating sites to a world of online, 24-hour accessible streaming or Youtube videos that can teach anyone how to be a sound engineer in 10 minutes has certainly refined her approach to music.

“I’m very happy with how technology has taken us now,” she says. “I literally don’t think our band would exist without the technology and the accessibility of today. We’re almost as DIY as you can get. We do send music out to be mixed and mastered, but we record everything and edit it ourselves. We’re all in our late 20s, early 30s and we’ve all collectively toured a lot. I can’t afford to go on a DIY tour across Canada. Like, if we have one bad tour I’ll just be ruined and our band will have to end. We’re DIY, not by choice, but by necessity.”

You might already be familiar with Spiritbox following the viral success of Holy Roller, smashing rock radio charts, earning more than a million views on YouTube and nabbing more than twice that many streams. Courtney is still unable to wrap her head around it all, especially considering the whole song was written in two hours. “It was just something that was fun for us to play on tour!” she laughs.

Touching back on their love for all things horror, Courtney explained that the Holy Roller music video was actually inspired by Ari Aster’s blockbuster folk horror, Midsommar. “That movie is scary towards the end,” the singer says. “Honestly, one of the most chilling parts about it, to me, is just the main protagonist: how she’s unsure if she’s losing her mind or not, because that’s something that resonates with a lot of people who are battling a mental illness.”

Courtney describes how other real-life situations, like losing a family member, can also be the things that keep you up at night. “That honestly stuck with me a lot in the movie,” she says, “even more so than all the visual horror. We wanted to explore something like that. It’s something that I find even scarier than a ‘scary movie’ because it hits closer to home.”

The next release on the horizon is something for fans to get excited about in 2021. “We’re going to put out a full-length album,” Courtney reveals. “[It means] we don’t have to have every song we create feel like a single; we can experiment more and have more fun exploring different song structures. I just feel like, over the last couple of years, everyone in the band has decided that we also sometimes want to have fun when we’re playing our music!”

#Courtney LaPlante #Spiritbox #2020 interviews

[kemonododo]

Decided to rewatch the whole series after seeing the finale, here's my thoughts as they come along part 3

There was an old He-man reboot that was cancelled after two seasons, season 3 was being set up as the horde conquering Eternia with He-man and his kingdom being forced into hiding as rebels. Apparently She-Ra would also appear, though knowing that show she'd be lucky to be 1/4th as interesting or engaging as our Adora. I'm saying this because, even though that cartoon was cancelled before it could finish it's story, we were lucky enough to see ours to it's end and in a way that story they wanted to tell exists here with us now. Plus I always disliked that they called themselves "The Rebellion" when they weren't really rebelling against anything, but they are now!

Poor Adora, even after all this time she still has that hero complex eating away at her, telling her she's useless unless she's serving others.

Entrapta's ramblings about space this season are very relatable.

Catra's face when she sees Glimmer be manipulated, you can see so much behind her eyes. Fear for her standing, flashbacks to her own manipulation, shock at how unprepared Glimmer is for this. Love how Horde Prime sees right through her afterwards, she has no power over him.

Poor Entrapta, she hasn't been with the other princesses since season 1, they're opinion of her has been soured by her betrayal and appearance to not care. We know she loves her friends and is trying her best, but the wound is still sore.

Horde Prime using Glimmer's dad as a bargaining chip is extra horrible when you remember that this is when she discovers he's alive.

It's great that the show takes a moment to allow Adora to come to grips with no longer having a clear destiny she can follow. She's so used to being told what to do, this is the first time she's truly making her own decisions. Agency that Shadow Weaver begins to take away from her later.

I love Catra's internal struggles in these first few episodes. She's trying to do what she's been doing, working her way up the ladder, but she can't. Not anymore. Her heart isn't in it, she knows this isn't what she wants, she's just going through the motions. Spending time with Glimmer is the only thing she enjoys, she finally slows down for a moment to just enjoy someone's company and really bond. Her turn to good isn't a 180, we see her mind working and how she comes to the decision of sacrificing herself. Seeing that Horde Prime is a complete psychopath helped of course.

I love how Horde Prime's ship has star themed beds.

I don't know how they did it, but they made Hordak recognizable among the other clones. It's like twins, once you get to know them the difference is obvious. You can look at a clone and see he's Hordak, yet he looks identical to the others. It's remarkable.

These flashbacks Catra has, wandering the empty corridors that her decisions have left her in, it's a testimony to how far she's come that they don't reaffirm Adora's betrayal to her anymore. She wants to absolve herself of her sins, and she decides a sacrifice is the best way. She wants to go out on one good grace, redemption by death, but that action and her apology is what makes Adora sure she still has good in her. Catra has shown she is willing to be good, and that alone is enough for Adora to give her another chance.

This is the first time the best friend squad has been together since Glimmer pulled the queen card, a lot of the wounds are still fresh. I definitely think this is the point Bow and her truly realize they love each other, they probably had a schoolyard crush but the realization of where they are without each other and how much they mean to each other, something really deep sparked here.

The Star Siblings are here to show what life under Prime is like, but also as a quick show of the Rebellion's message expanding. That's a little underdeveloped though, which is mostly a product of time.

Adora's little "she's not my friend" bit is adorable but a bit out of place imo, Adora hasn't really been this outwardly lovestruck over Catra before, and while Adora has decided to give her another chance I don't think that reignition of love would have happened yet.

The thought that Entrapta went out to find that LUVD crystal to bring with her in the slightest hope she would find Hordak and that he would recognize it. Plus the noises she makes and the fact she immediately adopts Wrong Hordak and that we get to see her without her mask, ah she is so cute!

Hive Mind Catra is terrifying and tragic, it feels so violating. He talks about how she wanted Adora to save her, how afraid she was when she was assimilated. We see that numbness and how it would seem appealing to her, but under the cracks Catra is still suffering, and Adora promises to bring her back, tells her how much she cares about her, transforms into She-Ra to save her. And finally, they are together again.

I love Adora constantly checking on Catra, this is the first time in years she has been with her, she just wants to be with her. Catra starts falling back into her old ways though, that anger still persistent, and Adora's honeymoon phase is over already and for a second we're all afraid nothing has changed. You can see Catra doesn't want to make that mistake again, and she finally lets Adora help her, and likewise Adora finally steps back and lets Catra help her too. They've both grown so much, and that growth is what allows their relationship to blossom.

It's great that Spinnerella and Netossa get their time to shine this season. Their arc here parallels Catra and Adora's earlier, and I would say it's unfortunate they have to go through this, but I love the angst.

Double Trouble! Back for a five minute appearance where they admittedly don't do much, but hey they're fun to watch and have some great lines so it's worth it.

Catra in a healthy relationship, with friends that don't fear her and people she sees as equals. People she can just joke around with and be teased by. You love to see it.

Melog is a pretty important addition, as he gives Catra someone that she can fully trust without the baggage from before. He's literally her therapy support pet, and he's the one that stops her from running away again.

Shadow Weaver's little speech here is great, she's been told that the First One's made the magic stronger when they did the exact opposite. It's a commentary on colonialism, "we brought you civilization, our conquest was good actually" is a very common lie.

Catra holding Adora's hand, Glitra kiss, Best Friend Squad hug, Catra's smirk when Adora says she's right. You love to see it.

I love how Noelle made a self-insert character and also decided she should be evil. "So the only person I'm fighting here is... My own wife" is a mega ouch.

I love Wrong Hordak so much, he not only shows how the Horde Clones are just regular people without the influence of Prime but he is also ridiculously cute.

Did I mention how much I love the new She-Ra look? I liked the old one but damn this blows it out of the park.

I will admit the Heart having a failsafe a d Mara having a rebellion of her own is a bit out of nowhere, but it was a nice reveal of the origin of Grayskull.

I'm a huge sucker for friendship saving the day messages I admit. Not the rainbow lazer kind, but that love and kindness reaching through Prime's control is beautiful. Plus it's wonderful for Catra to see what real friendship is like.

This is a great little moment with Castaspella and Glimmer, this is the first time they've seen Micah since his death.

I love Shadow Weaver so much, she sees Adora and immediately shifts into child manipulation mode. This is the first time I'm actually getting pissed at her though, obviously because she's starting to drive her chisel between Catradora but also because she's reversing all the development Adora has had up until this point.

Hordak: "Go, then maybe these memories and imperfections will leave me " Entrapta: "Remember, your imperfections are beautiful!" The fuck I'm crying in the club again.

I love this Catradora moment, "what do you want Adora" "I have to do this". Obviously their relationship isn't going to be easy after all these years, and both these girl's flaws and insecurities are flaring up again and driving each other apart.

Adora tells off Shadow Weaver for good, she ruins people. This is a huge moment for this character, SW has convinced herself she is the good guy and that she is making the necessary actions to save the world, but this is the one moment she really looks back at herself.

"Adora chose Shadow Weaver, not me. Adora doesn't want me, not like I want her" oof ouch my soul. That with Adora's memories, it's clear they can't just go back to the way it was anymore. They're love is too important to them now.

My headcanon is that Shadow Weaver is drunk here. She's slurring, she's drinking, her daughter is going to sacrifice herself. Maybe her decision to die was one she made totally wasted lol.

Catra promised Adora she'd look out for her, and the soft version of the promise song in the background. Ow ow ow ow my heart.

Glimbow canon!

Mara is here, telling Adora the same thing Razz told her in the 3rd episode of the entire show. Stop looking for what other people tell you to do, you have a choice.

Spinnetossa, Seamista, Entrapdak. It's cliche, but love conquers all is a message I'll never tire from.

I started tearing up with the Glimmer Micah fight, and full on sobbing when Angella appeared. Something that didn't really stop.

I was mixed on SW's sacrifice, but I think it works. Each of them were trying to take the selfish way out, to die for the ones they love. So it's fitting that SW is the one that does it.

Fuck yeah Hordak! What a monumentous but short lived moment.

CATRADORA!!! God, the confession, how Catra whispers it but how Adora hears it as a scream, how it wasn't Catra that made Adora weak but infact the exact opposite, how they're both so surprised and relieved that these feelings they've felt for years are real and strong and true and reciprocated. It's the best conclusion possible for them and it makes me cry so much.

This beautiful moment, where Adora saves Hordak, the ultimate repayal for him saving her all those years ago. He remembers her. Fuck I'm sobbing again.

Scorpia sees Catra again after leaving her, and of course she hugs her.

And it's over. The best show ever made. Netflix automatically resets your watch history and here I am looking at the button to play Season 1 Episode 1 again. This 1 and a half year journey feels like a millenia, it feels so long ago that Adora first picked up that sword. This is a show I will cherish forever, I can see myself binge watching in the retirement home already.

#she ra #spop #analysis

[medschoolash]

Now that i’ve seen the end and had a chance to really marinate on the saga as a whole I don’t think I was ever the type of Star Wars fan who would be satisfied with what most people view as the main draw to star wars. So I don’t think Star Wars was ever truly for someone like me.

I was never that hard into the OT.  I’ve seen them all and I enjoy the films but they don’t really deeply resonate with me. I don’t know if it’s because I wasn’t born when they were created or if it’s because they just weren’t made with a fan like me in mind but the OT isn’t some reverent untouchable piece of fiction for me. I more so connected with characters vs that actual film. I adored Luke and Leia, I adored the concept of a fierce princess and rebellion leader and these two siblings connected by so much tragedy and love. That’s the lasting legacy of the OT for me. 

I’m actually one of those Star Wars fans who adore the prequel films more than the OT. I only watched because I had a crush on Hayden Christensen and it was star wars so how could I not watch and I really really loved those films. I loved Padme, I found Anakin so compelling because I already knew how his story ended but watching how he got there was a good movie experience for me. I adored the themes of Love, fear, friendship, and the exploration of the force. One of my favorite things about the prequels was how it toyed with the idea that the ideas of Jedi are not infallible and pure ideas and how their ideology can create a monster just as much as the ideology of the sith even if it’s in a completely different way. It was compelling to watch Anakin struggle with his love for Padme that is forbidden by the Jedi and how that ban on attachment is what ultimately started to push Anakin over to the dark side because what human being truly wants to live with no love, no real relationships? I loved the politics of the prequels which entertained me for more than the daily adventures of the OT and the prequels. The political landscape in the galaxy and how it allowed someone like the emperor to rise to power was so compelling. It was also so compelling to watch these powerful Jedi be completely powerless to stop these political machinations. I love that Padme was a fierce leader and that she was one of the most sensible and powerful people in the prequel trilogy despite having no force sensitivity. Her love for Anakin was so strong just like her love for her people. She’s literally only a young woman in the films but she can see the democracy they have established crumbling in front of her and she’s one of the few who has the guts to acknowledge it. She believed in the love of her life but even when he turned down a path she didn’t agree with she held strong to her morals. That took so much strength when you see all you’ve worked for crumbling to the ground and the man you love falling apart along with it and he’s not even just the man that you love he’s literally your husband and the father of your unborn children. It was painful to watch but Padme knew what she stood for and not even Anakin could change that. 

Those are the themes and nuances I loved about star wars. Not the fun battles and action scenes, the endless adventures, the cool displays of the forces. I got sucked in by the themes of the force, not the power, by the character dynamics, and the themes that were explored through those dynamics. I liked the OT trio because of the themes of friendship and love and how they all are different from each other but fit, not because I like seeing three cool characters go off on adventures together to defeat the bad guys. I guess for me Star Wars was never just about fun action-packed adventure even if that aspect was enjoyable to see on screen. Without the character relationships and depth, without the exploration of relatable themes that weave together into a narrative beautifully and in a compelling way these films are just shallow spectacles. 

When the Sequal trilogy was announced I wasn’t immediately deeply excited about it. I didn’t even see the force awakens in theaters. I watched it months later when I was bored one day and I’m glad I did because what I saw was so interesting and exciting and it inspired me to really get into a whole new generation of Star Wars film. A modernized Star Wars sounded amazing and the prospects after TFA seemed endless. But even with the ST what drew me wasn’t what drew a lot of people. I didn’t really care about seeing Luke, Leia, and Han again just for the thrill of seeing them. I cared about being able to see the original heros because they were weaved into a story where they have a fallen son, a fallen son who just so happened to be the most interesting new character in the films. Kylo Ren/Ben Solo was such a mystery when he first came on screen and then he proceeded to be the only character really explored on a deeper psychological level in the film which made him the most compelling as well. I was so shocked when it was revealed he was Han and Leia’s son but I loved the reveal because of the themes it explored. How the weight of legacy is contemplated, how the failures of parenting are explored, how relentless love for a child is demonstrated. My favorite theme was also how failure was introduced. How the Jedi were not a myth that some people barely even believed truly existed, how all that the original heroes worked for somehow crumbled and even took one of their own with it. That was interesting to me, that was the thing that made me want to see more. 

And then there was Rey, this nobody from nowhere who had all this power and years worth of baggage due to abandonment and isolation. Using her to explore another side of family, the theme of absent family and absent purpose and legacy directly contrasted with the way family, legacy, and purpose were explored with Kylo and it made for such a rich narrative which is why the idea of them coming together, the idea of them being the missing piece of the puzzle for each other made so much sense and felt so compelling. 

Even with Finn, we got an interesting perspective of someone who was conditioned to be in the FO from birth and someone managed to break free to live on their own. I loved how they explored how you don’t really have your own identity after an experience like that so you latch on to the only things you know like fear and self-preservation. It was a perspective that was new and fresh for star wars. After TFA everything felt new and fresh and inspiring. 

Then TLJ happened and it did so many good things on a narrative level that the entire scope of Star Wars was expanded in new and interesting ways. The way it truly explored the failures of the Jedi. The way it showed a broken hero grappling with his biggest failures and feelings powerless to fix then so only shame and guilt exist. The way it explored the idea that the people we love are never really gone and love can bring even the most broken of us back. The way is even dissected the black and white dichotomy and suggested that the true solution was something in between. The way it explored how two completely different people from two completely backgrounds can both feel alone and connect with each other. The way is pretty much shot down the idea that a hero is only bravado and brash behavior, and charm mixed with the desire to do good but true heroes are those who make sacrifices, those who listen, those who think bigger picture instead of small victories. I love the idea that heroes aren’t just a great speech with an improbable plan but the heart to make people believe in it, but instead, they can be mild-tempered women who are short on encouraging speech but are big on plans that will save them all,  people who know that doing the obvious and taking a big risk isn’t always what counts as heroics. 

TLJ also even expanded the mythology of the force in a way that made it more than just a cool supernatural thing to talk about with friends. I loved how the force was once again talked about as a thing that can exist in all living people. How it gave the force space to exist outside of the skywalkers and any huge legacy at all. I mean that moment where the little slave child is shown to be force sensitive was such an amazing moment because it made you dream of all the other people out there who might be the same, the other nobodies and forgotten people like Rey who hold this great power that can save the galaxy. It made the legacy of our favorite original heroes and characters so much bigger than was it was before, so much more meaningful and it was exciting and fresh and new and IMO paid homage to the themes and concepts that George Lucas originally established in an amazing way. 

But quickly I learned that this wasn’t what a lot of Star Wars fans wanted to see or cared about. They wanted more action, not family names, more force powers, more badass moments from their favorite old characters, more shallow evil villains, more boom bang, more trio adventures just for the sake of having adventures and TROS has really highlighted this because most of the people who say they enjoyed it only say “it was so fun!” “it was so cool to see X old character!” “the trio got to go on adventures!” “the good guys won!” “The Jedi was right!” “wow, this person was related to this person!” . None of the stuff that seemed to matter to a fan like me even registered for a lot of people and none of the creators seemed to care about making it matter. I didn’t come for the action, I didn’t come for nostalgia, I didn’t come for adventure, I didn’t come to hear old last names, and see old faces. I came for characters and themes, and relationship dynamics, and exploration of belief systems and people how they fail or succeed, I came to see the force finally explained for what it truly is instead of having it confined to bloodlines. I came to see how a new generation of people, some with a great family legacy before then and some with no legacy at all can come together build a new legacy and a new world for themselves and the galaxy out of the ashes of all that came before them and I feel like with the final film I’ve finally realized that what I came for was never what this was meant to be and that realization is both freeing and disheartening. 

#star wars #the rise of skywalker #reylo #star wars commentary #kylo ren

[princess-of-the-corner]

Like, obviously I hate how this all happened and the back and forth no progress thing with Chloé so here’s how I would’ve written Chloé’s redemption arc!!

Start off with Origins happening exactly how it did. Establish Chloé as your typical bully and have Marinette stand up to her.

However! Either in Origins or at some point in the first 5 episodes, have Adrien talk to her about her bully behavior, which is a side he hasn’t seen of her before. They go back and forth, Adrien trying to encourage her to be kinder, and Chloé resisting while making up excuses why she shouldn’t

Over the course of Season 1, have her continue like usual. Trying and failing to keep her power over the classmates. But every time she fails, she questions ‘why?’. She starts to realize that as easy as it is to be a jerk, the power that comes from it will be negated by all the friendship and standing up for one another.

This comes to a head in Antibug, where Ladybug doesn’t even trust her. It hits too hard. Because Ladybug is her Hero, and Chloé has let her down. But by the end, Ladybug gives her a second chance, believes in who she could be.

Antibug is the turning point because there are only two people in her life she’s looked up to, and wanted to be loved by. Ladybug is one, the other is her mother. However, so far, Ladybug is the one who has truly given her the opportunity.

Between encouragement from Adrien(and low-key encouragement from Marinette since she’s Ladybug), Season 2 begins with Chloé trying to be nicer.

However, due to her previous actions/reputation, any attempts to be nice are met with suspicion and sometimes outright hostility. Especially since this is a learning process, and she’s not always perfect. She’ll still sometimes insult without thinking, or word something incorrectly so it sounds like an insult. And she’ll definitely lose her temper in more than one ‘I’m trying to be nice you jerk!’ blowup.

After a while, she starts to get to the mindset she had in Malediktator. Thinking about perhaps transferring to another school, or out of the country even, to get a fresh start.

Then we have Style Queen. Audrey appearing in Chloé’s life again begins to cause a major relapse in her attempts to be nice. Because any time she does, her mother will berate her. And she starts to go back to ‘if I do what she says maybe she’ll at least remember my name’.

Much like in canon, Ladybug loses the Bee Miraculous, and Chloé finds it.

However, when her mother tells her ‘the only thing exceptional about you, is that you’re related to me’, Chloé doesn’t transform into Queen Bee.

Instead, this is another Turning Point. She realizes nothing she does will impress her mother, it’s all pointless. She kinda goes into breakdown mode. I’m saving the ‘she snaps at Audrey’ thing for Lady Luck, so for this I’m going for a ‘she runs off crying and isolates herself for a while’. Possibly she’s akumatized over this, but I want to give her a break.

Either way, there is no reconciliation with Audrey in this. Marinette does talk to Chloé, telling her she has another option: being nothing like her mother.

Next time there is an Akuma though, Queen Bee suddenly arrives on the scene. Ladybug and Chat Noir are suspicious, especially considering what happened with Volpina. However, the current Akuma doesn’t have the power to fake a hero, and Ladybug knows she lost the Bee.

Queen Bee is a bit awkward and clumsy, due to being very new at this. She’s also very attention hungry, and enjoys how many people quickly grow to love her. Despite being a newbie (Or a ‘New Bee’ as Chat calls her), she is ultimately helpful.

But when Ladybug asks her to hand over the Bee Miraculous, she refuses. Says it’s not fair. She can still help them.

When Ladybug starts to get more pushing with that demand, Queen Bee runs off. She manages to dodge Ladybug long enough and eventually looses her.

This happens again and again. Queen Bee shows up, Ladybug and Chat let her help out, but she manages to slip away before they can make her hand over the Bee.

Meanwhile, Chloé keeps up with the ‘being nicer’ thing. It’s still hard, but some of the classmates have realized she might be sincere. They start to let her in on things. Even then, other classmates are very much ‘she hasn’t changed and she won’t change, this is all a ploy to get something’.

Adrien is still encouraging and helpful. Marinette helps too, offering Chloé a place to get away from things. (And tbh, after seeing Audrey in action? Tom and Sabine are absolutely going for unofficial adoption.)

Pollen is also a big encouragement. She helps her Queen a lot, talks to her. The two quickly become best friends.

This all comes to a head in this version of Miraculer. When the Akuma shows up, Ladybug gets Rena Rouge and Carapace to help out. However, the real plan is for the four to track down Queen Bee when she tries to leave.

Between the four of them, they eventually corner her with only seconds left on her transformation. And when it finally drops, the other heroes have various reaction.

Chat is only mildly surprised. He low-key kinda wondered because Queen Bee felt very familiar to him.

Ladybug is quite a bit more surprised. A bit disappointed that Chloé had been doing it behind her back and all. But it makes sense given some of the things she’d been opening up about lately.

Carapace is mostly confused. Because Queen Bee acted very little like the Chloé he knows. (Nino had been fairly neutral on Chloé’s actions in class)

Rena is actually very pissed, but because she assumes to know Chloé’s motive. (Alya had been on the side of classmates who felt that Chloé wasn’t actually trying to be nicer)

Ladybug tells Chloé to return the Miraculous. She refuses.

Chat tries to reassure her. “I’m sure it’s only temporary. Next time we need a Hero, she’ll give it back so you can help out!”

Rena goes the other direction, accusing Chloé of stealing the Bee since ‘Ladybug would never give a Mirauclous to someone like you’.

Oh boy. Chloé retorts that she didn’t steal it, and even Ladybug admits that it was her own fault for losing the Miraculous. But Chloé needs to give it back now.

Chloé still refuses, and Rena gets mad at her again. Calling her selfish for trying to get attention as a Hero. ‘I wonder how much of that love would be taken away if they knew who was behind the mask’.

I know Rena seems overly mean here, but she was learning to love Queen Bee as a Hero and partner, despite the issue of ‘she needs to give her Miraculous back’. Finding out that Queen Bee is Chloé, she feels very tricked and betrayed by that.

Chloé snaps back, saying that sure, it was for attention, but she knows exactly how people would feel about Queen Bee if they knew it was her. But it was nice for a while. Because ‘Chloé’ being nice is met with suspicion and hostility. And that’s valid, since she was terrible. But ‘Queen Bee’ didn’t have that baggage. She was allowed to be nice, and heroic and all that other stuff without people wondering about her motive. People love Queen Bee.

She continues to say that she doesn’t care about that anymore. She’ll give up being a hero, stay out of fights, all of that. But she refuses to let them take Pollen away from her.

The four all pause and question that. She tells them that the Kwami has helped her through all of this. Her frustration of what’s going on at school could’ve easily made her give up, or worse be Akumatized over it.

Pollen is her friend, and she refuses to let anyone, even Ladybug herself, take her away.

That kind of gets through to everyone how serious she is. How much she’s trying. Rena feels like a jerk for, you know, hopping on the ‘suspicious and hostile’ train.

Ladybug makes a decision. For now, Chloé can keep the Bee. But she needs to discuss long-term what should happen. While Rena is more open to Chloé staying a Hero, she and Carapace feel like that’s a little unfair since they don’t get to keep their Miraculous. Ladybug agrees.

She goes to talk to Master Fu about the situation. Saying that she doesn’t want to take Pollen away from Chloé, and that both Alya and Nino should be able to keep their Miraculous. Fu agrees with her decisions.

Back in class, both Alya and Nino officially join the ‘Chloé is trying’ train. And if you think Chloé doesn’t know exactly why they had a change of heart, then you don’t give her enough credit.

I’m debating on doing the usual ‘Chloé figured out everyone’s identities’ thing. Because, you know, she knows Adrien too well, and after getting Pollen she realized the ‘toy’ Marinette had was a Kwami. And she figured out Alya when Rena was yelling at her, so naturally since Rena is dating Carapace that means he’s Nino.

If she mentions that she knows, she assumes that all four of them know each other’s identities, accidentally outing both Ladybug and Chat to Alya and Nino who are like ‘wait what?? We didn’t know that! And I’m pretty sure those two don’t know who the other is’. The three of them then get to enjoy the agony of the ‘Love Square’ together.

Chloé continues to get better. She still has a tough time, and does slip up a lot. But she has several friends to help her out now.

#miraculous ladybug #ml salt #chloé bourgeois #Queen Bee

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“Stay the night. Please.” And “Please dont die you can’t die” with Aizawa please? Lots of feels *braces self*

Ask and you shall receive! The response to “Stay the night. Please” has already been posted under Cross His Heart. I hope that one gave you lots of good and happy feels! 

…because I have a serving of angst for you now.

Summary: The transition of moving into Heights Alliance was supposed to be a fresh start- a new start, without all the old memories and baggage of the past from his apartment. But for Aizawa, it was just another reminder of what was left behind. Even with Yamada there to comfort him, the pain still wracked his body, and he couldn’t control his mind or tears. 

Note: Expect angst. This is the reader insert version of the first one-shot I’ve ever written for my OC, Hatsuki Yamada! You can find the original version on Ao3 here. This f!reader is both Hizashi’s sister and Aizawa’s partner. 

Song Inspiration: Never Forget You - 

Zara Larsson, MNEK

Reader: Female; reference note above.

Words: 2350

‘Cause once upon a time you were my everything…

While it didn’t take Aizawa long to get set up in his room at Heights Alliance, it was still up to him to make his space feel more like home- and that was a challenge he did not rise up to. It was something he tried to do in his last place, but utterly failed at, and as more and more time passed, he forgot what that feeling was even like. In truth, when he was packing up, he struggled with deciding what to take with him. There was so much left in that place he didn’t know how to handle, and by the time the deadline rolled around, he only had the essentials packed, marked, and ready to go.

But maybe that was for the better. No matter how hard he tried to make a place feel like home, all he felt was emptiness. Home wasn’t a couch and TV in the living room- it wasn’t a fully stocked kitchen or bathroom with matching décor. To him, home was the sound of your voice when you said “Welcome back,” or “I missed you!” It was in your arms as you practically jumped on him when he arrived, or even encompassed entirely around you. Home was the light scent of jasmine and rose that stained the pillows from all the times he pinned you down after you spritzed your perfume, and it was the warmth he felt in your hands, your kiss, and your entirety.

Without you, home was simply an impossible place to find. It may as well have turned into a myth by now.

A knock on his door interrupted his ruminations.

“Shouta-kun!” an excited voice called out as the door slid open. He didn’t even have to look- that voice and excitement unmistakably belonged to the Voice Hero. “Aren’t you excited to be neighbors?~” the blond sang with a bright smile, his fingers lacing together under his chin as he fluttered his eyelashes at the 1-A homeroom teacher.

“You’re acting like it’s something new.”

“Well, being this close of neighbors is new! Hey, did you get all unpacked?” Without waiting to be invited in, Yamada brushed past the man he was all too familiar with and stepped into his room. He comically looked around, brows knitted together and a confused scowl on his face. “Eh? Is.. is this it?”

The room was as barren as possible. In the corner opposite of the door was his desk and office set up, and against the wall was a plain wardrobe. Tucked away in the corner adjacent to the door was a simple, small bed that was never meant to be shared, complete with a bedside table. Everything was minimalistically black and white, and there wasn’t anything beyond the bare necessities that he could see. It was almost unsettlingly empty. Hell, even hotel rooms were more welcoming and homier than Aizawa’s.

“…Is there something wrong with this?”

Yamada turned around to see a stare as flat and cold as the man’s voice. Void of animosity, it still lacked the subtle friendliness that he was used to seeing. Really, it was as empty as the room he stood in. Only silence filled the space inside as Aizawa closed the door behind him since it didn’t seem like his new neighbor had any intention of quickly leaving.

“Did you need something, Hizashi?”

“I was gonna ask you to help me with something, but…” The blond sighed, walking over to the bed and taking a seat on it. When he sat down, he noticed the one piece of this room that had any real character and significance: a pair of sunglasses with a white frame and holographic orange lenses- a pair identical to his, save for the optic finish. Aizawa watched him sit down and followed his gaze to the bright accessory, seating himself at his desk after turning the computer chair to face his guest. The silence only seemed to grow until he finally broke it.

“But what?”

Yamada finally tore his eyes from the sunglasses and looked across the room at his friend. “I didn’t expect your room to be so empty,” he admitted, pausing for a moment to evaluate his next words. “…Did you really say goodbye to it all?”

Aizawa’s chest tightened as he closed his eyes with a sigh. Did he really have to say it like that? It was something he was still processing and adjusting to, especially with this being their first day living inside the protection of U.A. Truthfully, he didn’t know how to answer that. Did he really say goodbye to all those things he left behind- that you left behind first? Or had he simply abandoned them and hoped they wouldn’t come back to haunt him?

For the first time in over ten years, his space wasn’t surrounded with traces of you. Here, he wouldn’t turn around and see your favorite stuffed animal on his bed- the one he won for you before ever sharing your first kiss. He wouldn’t glance at an open seat and remember you sitting there, smiling over dinner or engrossed in a book. There wasn’t a single spot in this room that you ever stood, so he wouldn’t look around and remember what it was like to hug you over there or in front of your bedroom window, watching the sunrise together. He wouldn’t have to remember how he used to press you into that spot against the wall between two hanging pictures of you both taken a year apart, and steal your kisses as you laughed and pretended to push him away. Nothing in this room was supposed to remind him of you, save for those sunglasses.

But everything still did.

“Shouta…?”

Yamada’s voice seemed so far off that it couldn’t pull him back. He was already hunched over in his seat, his head bowed and held in his hands as his elbows dug into his thighs. His body trembled as he choked back the gasps that started to shake his chest, palms wet from tears he couldn’t control. I must be so pathetic, he thought to himself, to still be crying over you, (Y/N). Yet, he couldn’t stop. The more his thoughts raced between memories he desperately clung to- memories of your voice, of your scent, and your warmth and smile and every little detail from the curl of your hair to the way you wore your makeup- the deeper he ached and the harder he sobbed.

Aizawa couldn’t stop his memories from taking the inevitable turn for the worst. Always, he was brought back to those scenes that played out in the same exact order without fail. Every detail from those moments was still carved into his mind's’ eye, painfully fresh despite how many years had passed. You gave him that bold, bright, and broad smile that everyone could put their faith in before turning around, your hair catching the air and then falling back against your studded leather jacket. He watched as you ran ahead, your footsteps masterfully silent- the very reason why you had to be the one to go first. Your stealth was second to none- not even to him.

That smile was the painful marker of the end of the good memories.

In a wet and blurry blink of his eyes, he was back in the scene that was the gateway to his own personal hell. That moment- that one moment- when he wasn’t good enough was the one that mattered the most. If he had just considered how his emotions would impact his ability to activate, maintain, and focus on his quirk and the connection between it and the scarf, he would have been prepared. He wouldn’t have fallen short, he wouldn’t have missed, and you would still be here.

But he did.

Aizawa watched as it all replayed through his head again: he threw out the end of the gray scarf- it was on the perfect trajectory to entangle the villain’s legs- and then it came flying back to him. It was so close. It was so fucking close. But, close only counted in horseshoes and hand grenades, and he watched as you disappeared through a portal, unconscious and slung over someone’s shoulder like a bag of sand, leaving your signature sunglasses behind on the ground. Why did he have to blink just then? Why couldn’t he just stare that extra second? By now, he knew why. He blinked because he couldn’t control his emotions at that time; he was so distraught by the sight of you captured and unconscious, being just out of reach, and your brother beaten and left behind- possibly dead- that he couldn’t control himself, and he blinked.

And when he blinked again, sobbing in his empty room, he felt your brother’s hand on his shoulder. As much as he wanted to react- as much as he wanted to stop the memories from flooding his mind and come back to the present reality- he couldn’t. He was long gone again, leaving an emotionally crippled mess in front of Hizashi’s eyes.

After intense and fruitful research into where you could have been taken, and with your brother’s recounts of the villains, they were able to get the upper hand and corner them. He remembered how intensely his heart was beating when they breached the warehouse and raced against time itself, Present Mic right on his heels as they went to save you. As the special forces went in and apprehended the villains, the pro heroes only had one goal in mind: rescue. They found you tied to a chair, chest rising and dropping with small breaths as you hunched forward, out cold. He took out the knife he always had on him to cut his scarf when needed and slashed through the ropes while your brother shook you and gently slapped your cheeks, trying to wake you up, but to no avail. Hizashi caught you as you fell forward when the last of the rope keeping you up gave away, letting your partner take over and pick you up to carry you as they walked out of the warehouse.

Aizawa remembered the indescribable amount of relief he felt as he carried you, feeling your warmth and breaths. He remembered thinking to himself that carrying you like this was practice for carrying you bridal style, silently promising you that the day would come sooner rather than later. Just as he was thinking about spending the rest of his life with you for the first time, he had it all stripped away. These memories pierced through his heart as he sobbed, just barely feeling Hizashi’s hand rubbing his back as the scene continued with no way to stop it.

As soon as they stepped out of the warehouse, everything changed.

Your breathing stopped.

Immediately your body went cold, as if you hadn’t taken a breath in hours- possibly even days. You were stiff, the rigor mortis setting in within seconds instead of the hours it should normally take for someone who just passed away. Your chest stopped lifting and dropping with breaths of dead air, and it was like you were frozen in time. As he felt the changes in your body, he stopped in his tracks, Present Mic pausing a few paces ahead and looking over his shoulder to see what was wrong. He would never forget the expression on Yamada’s face as his eyes lowered to see his sister’s pale body, the vital and vibrant glow of your skin nowhere to be found.

Reliving the memory, Aizawa trembled, clutching his chest as the tears started to sting from how frantically he cried. It was just like that day, when he felt your life slip out of his reach. He dropped to his knees letting go of your legs to pat your cheek as he supported your back with his arm. His heart beat even faster than it did when they broke through the warehouse, the onset of his panic fierce and debilitating.

“(Y/N).” Nothing.

“(Y/N), please.” Your rigid body absorbed his cries and tears, giving him silence and coldness in return. Within seconds, Hizashi was on the other side of you, his hand coming to your back as well as they both began to shake your body, their desperate begging met with deafness.

“(Y/N), please- please, you can’t…” your lover gasped, clutching you tight and holding your head to his chest. “Please don’t die… You can’t die…” The words were sobbed into your hair as he pressed a broken kiss to the top of your head. “Please…  You can’t just… you can’t die, please.” Even though he knew it was impossible- even though he knew it was already too late- Aizawa begged for you. He didn’t care that the medical personnel came over and needed him to let go of you, and not even your brother could tear him away.

The memories always ended that way.

“Shouta, it’s okay…”

Yamada’s voice began to reach him again as the memories began to recede. He could hear himself sob, choking on his breaths, the blackness behind his eyelids taking him back to the dorm room.

“Even with nothing here,” Aizawa gasped, “I can’t stop remembering her, Hizashi.” He lifted his head from hands, finally looking to the man who suffered just as much that day. “Everything- everything- reminds me of her. I can’t… I can’t keep it all anymore.”

The blond took a deep breath and pulled his friend into a hug. He brushed his fingers through the mess of black hair, gently shh’ing him as he rocked them back and forth. Tears immediately bled into his shirt as he offered his shoulder, quietly beginning to cry himself.

They both shared a deep loss that day- one a lover, the other a sister. And even though they shared the bond of brothers, knowing they’d never be in-laws still broke their hearts.

…It’s clear to see that time hasn’t changed a thing.

#ask evo #anon #anonymous #anon request #anonymous request #writing prompt #aizawa #aizawa shouta #aizawa angst #aizawa x reader #eraser head #eraser head angst #eraser head x reader #eraserhead #eraserhead angst #eraserhead x reader #yamada hizashi #hizashi #hizashi angst #present mic #present mic angst #f!reader #fem s/o #fem partner #female reader #angst #bnha #bnha fanfic #bnha fanfiction #bnha fic

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Dean, Cas, Michael the parallels and some (sub)text  in 15x08.

I’ve watched the last episode of SPN last night, read some blogs after and here I am, sharing my few thoughts on the Destiel of it all - from my  staraight perspective.

So I need to clear first, that although I’ve started to watch SPN back in 2008, I stopped somewhere in the early season 11 because I wasn’t satisfied with the writing an overall quality of the episodes. I  have vaque knowledge od the content of later seasons, I read this and that and watched few random episodes. Then I stared with season 15  and was ... well... I felt nearly hit in the head with all that Destiel stuff like a hammer. In a good way bu suprising way, I may have to add. 

First of all - I loved Cas from the moment he appeared and loved his dynamic with Dean, but for a long time I’ve read it only as a very intense, very fascinating bromance. I’m not active in social media, I didn’t even know of Destiel for a long time and then someone pointed it to me and I was like - ok, maybe it can be seen this way? I’m a straight person who sadly doesn’t pick on most of typically queer stuff (that I saw discussed in deph on some blogs) but I do notice many litarary or cultural tropes that could be seen within Destiel. And yesterday - BUM!!! I prepared myself  mostly for Adam-Michael- Winchesters confict and what I saw on my screen was mostly BIG DESTIEL ROMANCE TOLD IN PARALLELS AND METAPHORES. And in this talk from the promo... did... DID DEAN JUST CAME OUT TO CAS ?

Because I haven’t found yet anyone discussing this particular things, here they go.

THE PARALLELS

We know Dean is quite havily paralleled with Michael - both were the oldest , raised to be the “good son”, to obey and not to question his father. In 15x08 what Cas does to Michael is he confronts him with harsh truths. And Michael is not able to accept that, he is not ready. He fights Cas, tries to kill him. Then Cas forces it all at once at him , shattering affectively his wolrdview, the image of his father and of himself. And in the end Michael takes it on, accepts the changes.

So in the surface that’s what Dean discusses with Cas in the kitchen ( the scene form the promo). Cas went “to far”, “too fast” on someone who has been “locked down” for quite a long time. But I couldn’t quit the impression, that this talk was also very much about Dean and Cas. And scecifically - about how Cas “wnent to far or maybe to fast” on Dean when he wasn’t ready for it.

Let’s be honest - when Cas first appears Dean is exactly in the state of emotional “lockdown”. His upbringing (including the macho-hunter world), the rsponsibilities put on him form childhood,  losses he suffered and wrongs he did - it all convinced him, he can’t allow himself to go soft, (no chick-flick moments, remember?) that he not only can’t have things like relationships or romance but he doesn’t deserve them. Cas literally states that. Dean is also fresh out of Hell where he was “locked down for so long” and - as he said he wishes he couldn’t feel a thing. And Cas comes in his life in all his blazing glory and Dean’s walls are all up and high. But Cas is also blunt , looks at Dean with more and more wonder and has no regards for personal space - so these walls  go down rather fast. Maybe faster then dean was ready for  - and that can also be a problem. Because Dean never really reconciled what he feels for Cas with all his emotional baggage, denial ( possibly about his sexual identity too), selfloathing, his self-image e.t.c. But at some point he is so far in this relationship without ever defining it that those unreconciled things come to a head. It shows f.e. in the critical moments with all things  Jack -because it’s the momenst he and Cas NEED do act like real spouses and he can’t. He does what Michael does with Cas - he fights him, denies all.  And when  finally Cas kind of puts it in the open decalring “WE are real”, for Dean it’s too much, ( “too far”, “too fast”), just like Michael he can’t initially accept  the truth ( about himself, Cas, this relationship), he’d rather push Cas away. Say the most hurtful things: get on board or leave  (get out”, “leave”), you are dead to me ( “I want you dead”) , I don’t know what’s real ( “we didn’t bond”). 

And those are things I heard in this kitchen conversation between Cas and Dean.  I was watching him to talk abot Cas-Michael and heard him say: I was the one locked up (inside) , I was the one in the closet, I  still ( after 11 years,I know!) wasn’t ready for you to love me and to admit we were a thing. But the pain on his face said it all - and oit wasn’t pain about what Michael said to Cas, it was about what Dean saisd and about what he couldn’t say. And Cas knew it.

#. #spn #spn 15x08 #dean #destiel #castiel

[canaryatlaw]

well, today was fine, I’m just kinda discouraged right now because of depressing real world stuff related to child rights and how I’m supposed to improve a government run system that is supposed to protect children when the same damn government is intentionally harming children in almost identical situations. Sigh. That’s one more thing I can’t wrap my head around, but hopefully tomorrow I will find strength to carry on. I pretty much have to, really. anyway. today was fine. I woke up at 6:30 am and grabbed my stuff and ubered to the airport. Had a nice conversation with my uber driver, very nice guy, so I sent him a $5 tip with a thank you note afterwards. I arrived by 7:30 with my flight not supposed to leave till 9:15, so I had plenty of time. I got my bag checked in and weighed without any issue, and I guess they were trying to get people through security faster (though it didn’t seem like there was a particularly large amount of people there) so they didn’t do shoes off or laptops out, just said to keep everything in place and just had to walk through a metal detector instead of the full body scanner thing, so that was nice because the full body scanner thing likes to give me weird results that sometimes lead to awkward pat downs or conversations like “is there something in your pockets?” and I’m just like “.....I’m wearing yoga pants I don’t even have any pockets” but thankfully that was all avoided and I was quickly through. Had to walk a bit to the gate, passed the Starbucks on the way and stopped because I needed some caffeine, and of course I can’t have coffee but their refreshers have caffeine. I wanted to try their new one, the mango dragonfruit again, but they ended up being out of it so I just got my typical berry hibiscus one, which is always good. Walked the rest of the way to my gate, they were still boarding the flight before ours, so I doubled back to where there was a little bakery/breakfast place set up and got an bacon egg and cheese croissant from them and I s2g it was like the best thing I’ve ever eaten, lol. So I went back to the gate and ate that, and waited. While I was sitting there this sweet older lady came up to me and was like “can I take a picture of your hair? I want my to look just like that and I can never describe it right to the person” and at first I thought she was talking about the color because that’s generally what garners interest in my hair from strangers and I was like oh boy I have to explain this crazy color regimen to her, but then it was clarified that she actually meant the haircut itself, so of course I said yes and let her take a few pictures from different angles. I’m sure my hairdresser will be pleased to hear her work garnered such positive reviews, especially since I just got it cut yesterday. Eventually we were able to start boarding, I somehow pissed off the airline sufficiently to land myself in group 9 for boarding, I’ve never even know there was a group 9, but apparently I managed to get the crappiest (cheapest) ticket package that put me all the way in the back of the line. I don’t care of course what order I get in when the seats are already pre-chosen, I don’t use the overhead bins anyway so it really doesn’t matter to me. I was sitting further up than I normally do just because it’s what was available, I normally like to sit by the wings in a window seat a few rows from the emergency exit, because that’s supposed to be the safest place to be structurally as well as access to the exit should anything go wrong, but I was in row 6 today with a window seat, and that was fine. I grabbed the magazine first of course and found the sudoku puzzles, and I managed to get through the easy, medium, and all the obvious spots on the hard one before getting into the real theoretical stuff to figure out answers (I’m too out of practice for that tbh) just when they cleared us to use larger electronic devices, so I put the magazine back and pulled out my laptop, and clicked play on the downloaded version of Heathers the musical I ripped from Vimeo last night for my in flight entertainment, and it was definitely entertaining. The volume was kind of annoying because I wouldn’t be able to hear what they were saying in conversations so I’d turn it up but then when it got to the music it would be way too loud so I ended up going back and forth on it a lot. But yeah it was fun to watch through, don’t have too many original thoughts on it from this run through. I ended up getting halfway through “My Dead Gay Son” before they told us to put the laptops away, so that was pretty good. Landed smoothly, the airport is tiny (like it’s legit one hallway) and my aunt was going to meet me outside, so I just had to grab my bag from the baggage carousel. There was a bit of confusion though because they didn’t have signs indicating what flight the baggage was from and apparently there were two flights that came in from Chicago at like the same time so there was a lot of confusion between people and for a few minutes I was convinced they’d lost my bag and was starting to hardcore panic because I know I should keep my pill case in my carryon in case something like this happens but it’s always so bulky and in the way and even if I keep it in a giant ziplock bag it can still get popped open and send pills flying everywhere. But luckily before I got too far along panicking a worker came out and told us where our baggage would be coming so that quickly soothed my concern. Got my bag, walked right out and got in my aunt’s car and headed home. the rest of my family (or my parents and my sister anyway, somehow everyone neglected to tell me my brothers weren’t coming on this trip, which is not something I’m disappointed about, I just felt like this should’ve been something I was told at some point) wasn’t getting in until on a later flight since they were coming from NY. We stopped at Wendy’s and brought lunch back to my uncle and girl cousin (I’m just gonna call them girl cousin and boy cousin because there’s only two of them so it’s the easiest way to do it), the latter of which had to go take a final for her online Spanish college class, so she got sent off to do that for a while. I ate and then settled in on my computer, and a bit after that my aunt went back to the airport to retrieve the rest of my family. While she was doing that I ended up having a nearly hour long phone call (though to be fair at least half of it was spent on hold) trying to figure out if we could get our plane tickets to one con switched to another because of different celebrity appearances that had been unexpected, but the basic answer was no, there’s no way you can cancel or transfer unless you pay a fee of $400 per ticket (so $800) when the tickets only cost under $500 to begin with so like no....I’m not doing that. And it was so stupid because there was literally a flight to the second place that fit the same exact time constraints and was actually cheaper than the original one that they just could've switched us over to at literally no cost to them, and they just refused to do so. I was especially pissed because I had gone out of my way to get “travel insurance” for this trip, only to find out it only covers sickness that had to be proven by a doctor’s note or some other extraordinary circumstance that required extensive documentation to use, and like, I was really pissed because that’s not at all how they described it on the site and I may have thrown a line or two in there about how they’re really just setting themselves up for a deceptive marketing practices lawsuit to be brought against them just for the hell of it, which was the least I could do honestly. But yeah, all in all we were fucked and didn’t have another $500 to shell out to buy the new tickets independently so I guess we’re stuck with our original plans. Oh well. Some time after that we had dinner, and after that I went with my aunt and my parents down to the oceanfront and walked on the pier for a bit then walked a bit on the beach, it was really nice I liked it a lot. On the way home I may have encouraged some thoughts my aunt had about stopping for “ice cream or frozen yogurt or something” and she brought us to this cute little homemade place which was like, seriously some of the best ice cream I’ve ever eaten. They make their waffle cones fresh and like, you can see where they’re folded because the seam part kind of sticks out flat after it meets the other end which is just like super authentic and it tasted so good. They had a lot of tempting flavors, but after tasting it I decided I had to go with the cinnamon caramel oatmeal cookie, which was really just heaven and I was so glad I got it. It was cool too because they had vegan options made with coconut milk (my mom isn’t vegan but she has dietary restrictions that mean she can’t have dairy) and they actually had the same flavor I got made with the coconut milk, so we had the dairy and non-dairy versions of the same ice cream flavor, so that was cool. We sat and ate our ice cream, then continued on the way home. We sat out on the back porch for a little bit looking at the stars (I always forget how many there actually are until I’m out in the middle of nowhere and see them) which was nice, then we moved indoors and I went on my laptop for a while, and was eventually joined in the living room with my aunt and dad (mom went to bed) where we first watched the clip of James Corden doing carpool karaoke with Paul McCartney which was highly entertaining, even with having to deal with my father’s insistence that all of their songs were really about drugs, and then we watched a new Brian Regan recorded live show, so he was always funny. We pretty much started to go to bed after that, after I did my reblogging thing here I went back to the room I’m in (it’s currently the “guest” bedroom, it used to be my girl cousin’s room but when boy cousin moved out (he’s 21 I think) she transferred it to her room, which is where my parents are staying, then I’m in the guest room and my sister and cousin are on the couch/air mattress in the game room because they’re kids or whatever and want to bounce around and stay up late anyway. And yeah, I showered and then started writing this and here we are. Most of the day was objectively good, just a few sore spots bringing it down at times. Hopefully tomorrow I will feel better about my drive to actually make a difference in our awful government who very clearly does not know how to take care of children. Alright folks, that’s it for now, it’s past 1:30 am and sleep is calling my name. Goodnight babes. Happy Wednesday.

#daily journal #July 2018 #goodbye July tag

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Prada

She currently resides in South Florida with her husband, two young children, and a closet full of baggage. Every season, Prada reintroduces this bag in a wide selection of colours and types based mostly on that season’s theme. This permits countless options and reinterpretations, which makes this bag a basic, iconic wardrobe staple. Though Prada has advanced over time by embracing new methods and ideas, the brand stays committed to the enduring high quality of its items. Just like those crucial guidelines of workmanship, some of the brand’s designs are equally long-standing; two of essentially the most extremely sought-after Prada items remain the Prada Galleria and Prada Double Bags. That identical yr, the home of Prada started growth throughout continental Europe and the United States by opening areas in outstanding purchasing districts within Florence, Paris, Madrid, and New York City. In 1985 Miuccia launched the "traditional Prada purse" that turned an overnight sensation. Although practical and sturdy, its modern strains and craftsmanship had a luxury that has turn out to be the Prada signature. ) is an Italian luxury fashion house that was founded in 1913 by Mario Prada. It focuses on leather-based purses, journey equipment, shoes, ready-to-wear, perfumes and other equipment. The erectile dysfunction is the lack in achieving erection throughout sexual intercourse. The Milan-based luxury home is the epitome of Italian eclecticism and magnificence. The brand, at all times pushing the boundaries of style, is also sought-after for its sneakers, bags and sun shades. Buyma’s on-line Prada retailer has a tremendous assortment of women’s and men’s iconic fashion objects with adored items like Prada clothes, purses and luggage, wallets and accessories, and more. Discover Buyma’s online Prada retailer featuring women’s and men’s Prada items that you’ll want in your closet. Shop women’s and men’s Prada items right now to search out your subsequent obsession. Introduced for 16-17AW, “CAHIER” means “note” in French, which is acceptable for the design that resembles a classic book. This Prada purse uses python and calf leather-based along with suede, deeming them extra high-class as a end result of the use of the unique leather-based. While solely out there in a single color, this Prada purse options three totally different colours for the strap , flap , and the physique . Better yet, it has gold-plated hardware, two inside pockets for all your necessities, and detachable adjustable leather handle. Available in four fashion-forward colours, the design of the bag is akin to a trunk, with nook elaborations and a fake buckle on the front. Other than that, the bag includes a removable embroidered velvet shoulder strap, bronze hardware, embroidered lettering logo, magnetic button closure, and one inside pocket. Examine the authenticity card for the best info and good high quality. Each Prada bag comes with a sealed authenticity card that accommodates the serial number and purse type info. Signs of a cast authenticity card embrace uneven spacing between the letters and numbers, slanted lines, or low-quality printing. Check for a white dustbag with the Prada emblem printed in black on it. A dustbag is a cloth overlaying much like a pillow sham that protects a handbag from dust, solar publicity, and moisture. The font that’s on the dustbag will match the font on the Prada bag itself if it’s a real bag. Prada Purses Replica Luxurious Designer Fake Purses Outlet On The Market The sheerness of it may be a problem if it does not fit like a puzzle piece along with your pores and skin. After I spray this on my wrist, I can scent the faintest odor of powder for a maximum of three seconds, than it's gone, as if it never was there. I get no caramel, no benzoin, no vanilla, which is a disgrace, because I love these notes. depurses A delicate caramel, powdery musk, sprayed twice on the nape is completely irresistible. Actually fairly a bit of sophistication I find in this, can use within the workplace. But after all additionally wonderful in more intimate settings. Dry down is extra soapy whereas Sauvage is extra of a shaving gel smell. wikipedia It's good overall but I somewhat pay the additional bucks for Sauvage. It's for the best person however for me, I would not purchase it again. In the mid, the tonka remains to be there however the spicy accord begins to develop. The creaminess slowly fades and the lavender and patchouli begin to emerge which, I'm assuming, is the place the spiciness is from. Very mature and masculine dry down the place the slightest soil tincture seems. Gives a pleasant cool, clean earthiness to it. Carbon is certainly one of my favourite, most-complemented fragrances. Sauvage is sweet and women like it, but it's just too peppery in a unclean way. The scent/notes don't remind me of this, but it does evoke a vibe just like Chanel Bleu. I am really enjoying this more then Sauvage. Don't get me wrong, Sauvage continues to be a beast but at this level everyone owns it or is conscious of what it smells like and it doesn't fit in each scenario. Luna Rossa Carbon on the opposite hand has Sauvage parts however it's softer and not as aggressive. It is fresh and citrussy and I would describe it as an all spherical scent to wear at any event. Its tremendous versatile, 12 months round, it's actually clean, and lasts 12+ hours on my skin and I can nonetheless scent it without going noseblind. Also it's the only ambrox frag that does not give me a headache. Sauvage offers me an enormous headache and I actually have to clean it after a while it turns into too much. Carbon is completed so well and does not odor artificial in any respect, even with the metallic and coal. It's mainly a skin scent from the second you spray it and last for 3 hours. The sweetness of caramel blasts you first, then it segues right into a vanillic/benzoin combo, after which it finally rests on a powdery/musk mixture. The caramel notice is all-pervasive and it still faintly lingers in the dry-down. A departure from the singularly minimalist chic that is the Prada ethos. On the other hand, the authentic Prada bag has its textual content trying thicker and boxier than the one on the pretend bag. I fell in love with this perfume the second I smelled it. So many individuals think it's so candy smelling, and examine it to Pink Sugar but to me, Candy is totally unique, and complicated, and musky/amber/rich smelling rather than tremendous candy. In the shoe collection, though Replica Prada Bags has all the time been related with the design and echoed one another, but its types are all the popular leader of footwear. For instance, square lasts, wedge-shaped heels and metallic doll shoes and they're all tendencies brought by PRADA. From leather goods and clothes to sneakers and underwear, PRADA has become a whole boutique kingdom, and its territory has additionally expanded to the entire world. “This architectural entity of a luxurious boutique had suddenly turn into so current in our tradition, and we have been all beginning to get used to it,” Elmgreen mentioned. Putting a luxury boutique within the desert, they thought, would render this invisible pressure visible. They named it after the close by town of Marfa, recognized in the artwork world for being the onetime home of the late minimalist legend Donald Judd. The original 7xxxx bottles seem to have extra depth and energy over my 9xxxx bottle. I first sampled this shortly after its launch in 2017 and beloved it. It was contemporary, properly balanced, strong and very long-lasting and had yr round versatility. I did not buy it on the time as I had numerous other frags in my assortment and so decided to delay the purchase till I had run some of these down. After owning this for 2 years I purchased Dior Sauvage and I think they praise each other nicely in my perfume rotation. Buying Sauvage really increased the appreciation of this fragrance and also the usage of this as nicely. This really isn’t as just like Sauvage as others are saying. This gives the identical vibe, but Is undoubtedly not a “clone”. This has some very attention-grabbing notes that surprisingly may be seen. The coal and metallic notes are just about there from opening to dry down, the opening is extra veered in the direction of the pepper and bergamot notes though, however coal can nonetheless be detected. The Means To Spot A Pretend Prada Bag, Purse Or Pockets Prada footwear for men is all about the style, clear strains, simple colours, and luscious leathers. On the opposite hand, Prada shoes for women are all about empowering ladies with the glim and glam of the Prada heels and the comfort of the flats and so much extra. If you prefer to really feel and examine a Prada item earlier than buying, scour native opp outlets or thrift shops. It will have more likelihood of being real than the stand at the local market that has a join advertising '50 brand new Prada baggage all for $20'. I have to admit the sentimental worth is priceless. I know it's an older Prada the interior is in want of restore. Can you please advise on my Prada mini nylon backpack. Many, if not most second hand Prada is not going to come with these – that’s why being conversant in different features such because the lettering will offer you a better indication. The zip tab shall be manufactured from either leather in the type of a short tab, or from woven cotton in the type of a longer loop strap. Hand baggage usually characteristic solid silver or gold-coloured zip tabs with “PRADA MILANO” engraved. The design of these two fashions is simpler and extra basic. The most distinctive characteristic of this season is the lengthy design of the classic nylon bag leather-based strap with rivets. Nylon impact rivets, this combination is unique, in order that the original conventional messenger bag turns into very futuristic, look fastidiously on the steel parts of the bag, the sunshine rivets have three completely different designs. With our firm's status on the road, you never have to fret concerning the purses you're going to obtain. We have at all times gone above and past for our purchasers, and no matter whether you want one, 5, or fifty purses, we're always right here for you. The only thing you are going to should be involved with, is discovering the proper apparel that compliments your new Prada purse. Because we control all elements of design, manufacture, and transport, we're in a place to cross our financial savings directly on to you. Prada’s calf leather is a quantity of essentially the most supple, sturdy, and scrumptious leather any model offers. The leather-based is one which makes you have to seize it and look at it, and this is the place Prada shines. The twin prime zipper pull is thick, so easy to maneuver and of premium quality. There is a tab where the zipper monitor ends designed for someplace to relaxation the steel zipper pulls. Finally, you can take pleasure in buying your favorite brands and purses without spending a fortune. With our on a regular basis low cost pricing, it feels such as you're able to buy Prada luggage on sale for the first time. In the ever-changing Replica Prada Handbags world, the nylon bag is probably not the most conspicuous one, but it can be said that it is the most hard-working one in the Prada household. I’ve purchased a number of from her & all have been superb. At the same time, we concentrate on STELLA MCCARTINEY, FENDI, CHRISTIAN DIOR luggage from the same authentic quality, very low value, excellent after-sales service, you will benefit from the enjoyable of saving money buy from us. Besides selection, retailers also needed to provide a generous grace period for returns, which provides you time to resolve whether or not the jewellery you've purchased is perfect.

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Gucci, however, managed to fend him off by promoting a 45% stake to industrialist François Pinault, for US$3 billion. In 1998, the first Prada menswear boutique opened in Los Angeles. I’m a coffee very first thing in the morning person and discover the quiet morning hours probably the greatest instances to unwind. Before I headed out to brunch, I packed my Matinée bag and again found this bag to be actually spacious and constructed properly. Some additional cool features about this bag are the adjustable leather handle and removable adjustable leather shoulder strap. This bag is meant to work for you and your wants, from the method it matches to what it carries. The comforting bag is made from thick, gentle padded nylon that really looks like a cushion. The Double bag design, which was released in 2014, was envisioned as a basic that may be very true to the Prada model. We gotta admit that it’s extraordinarily much like the Galleria, with the principle distinction being the closure, which makes for easier entry all through the day. It has the entire magnificence and practicality that a basic Prada purse has, despite being a more recent design. Like the Sidonie, it additionally has metal detailing on the side and a black handle that provides a pleasant contrast to the colorful bag. This Prada bag is technically a hobo, with a rounded bottom and an inside magnetic closure. The leather-based strap closure releases to level out the inside with one inside pocket and Nappa leather-based lining. Because the bottom of the bag is structured, whether or not you overfill it or under-fill it, it holds it form properly. As for brunch, the 270-degree views of the Catskills from Prospect, the restaurant on property, is to not be missed. Ladies love the immense element and texture of this leather and fall in love with its polished design. And whilst you may think this leather is overly delicate due to its thinness, it is quite durable and may hold up well- although you must try to keep it away from harms way as much as attainable. Prada Nappa Gaufre Leather is a undoubtedly favorite and many believe it appears greatest in darker colours. To put it plainly, Prada Vitello/Vitello Lux Leather is a gorgeous trying leather that oozes high class. The Prada bag is also an ultimate proof of the unimaginable craftsmanship and finest supplies. So, get ready to carry it fashionably via its double handles. This luxury and trendy prada purses is dedicated to producing prime quality out of doors bags. This beautiful little flap bag can hold a surprising amount of stuff. It is a singular nylon creation that stays away from the extra industrial origin of the fabric. The chain handles add an old-timey element we would usually expect from Chanel or Yves Saint Laurent, however right here they're an sudden contact that provides much more class to the nylon Prada bag. 20 years later and this bag provides the right contact of nostalgia spruced up as a twenty-first century classic. I am excited about receiving personalized presents and magnificence updates via e-mail. “Sooner or later, it's going to happen to everyone because is so good,” Italian billionaire fashion designer Miuccia Prada said in an interview. Notice that the topstitching on most of Prada’s bag types is barely angled. This is hard to duplicate, and most counterfeiters just use a normal straight stitch. The Linea Rossa collection is both modern and practical, with a lense bridge creating one giant, protecting surface. Alternatively, the Sport and Aviator collections supply extra variety, with prime bars for durability and nose pads for enhanced consolation. The straps are sold individually and come in Calfskin, Saffiano, and Nastro leather-based with all that includes floral patterns with a 3D effect designed from crystals, plexiglass, resin or leather. The straps are actually exclusively out there on the Prada Broadway and Prada fifth Avenue boutiques in New York and will be obtainable online by the end of the month. Introduced in 2013, the Prada Double Bag rapidly turned a favorite. Much just like the Galleria Bag, the Double is reinterpreted each season in colours and fabrications primarily based on the style of the season. From then on Miuccia would turn out to be known for her eclectic and continually altering type, since no two runway reveals have every been the identical. In 1978, Miuccia Prada grew to become the head of the company, and she turned issues around significantly. She stopped imports altogether and switched the store’s focus in direction of in-house bag designs. She launched the primary series of nylon Prada backpacks and totes, which would go on to turn out to be a significant hit in the mid-’80s and properly into the ‘90s. Miuccia Prada’s mother, Luisa, inherited the store from her father Mario, and in 1970 she introduced her daughter into the company. The latter not only holds particulars of the bag fashion but in addition its serial number. Finally, the Baroque assortment is well probably the most unique and indulgent design of all of Prada’s sunglasses. The Baroque sun shades use butterfly frames and curly temples that provide ample protection, without sacrificing style. These sun shades are available in a variety of colour schemes, together with black and brown, yellow and black, and purple and yellow. While the Galleria Bag presents a bit extra construction, particularly due to the full body pockets on the front and back of the bag, the Double is more minimal and light-weight. Prada Candy Prada Perfume Hopefully they dont discontinue or reformulte it. This perfume to me is sort of a "your pores and skin however sweeter" scent. It actually does work in one other way with everyones chemistry. On me this is a make-up blended with powdered sugar scent and people milk caramel candies. The Prada shoulder luggage are perfect for the outgoing girls who like to maintain it basic with their things. I assumed that many sweet fragrances, especially ones called "Candy" were going to be a juvenile, sickly mess. Well, now that I'm starting to have a larger understanding of fragrances and am realizing that candy and gourmand don't necessarily imply cloying cotton candy scents, I determined to attempt this for fall. So I pulled out a tester of it that I had and I'm glad I did. Both tags are white, but one has the number 31 in black and the other one the quantity 26 in red. I recently bought a preloved Prada Borsa Tessuto Nero. I was questioning if it ought to have had a hidden number tag? Also, there wasn’t any model engraved on the zippers, just plain one. The authenticity card’s envelope included was in blue not black. Headed up by his visionary granddaughter, Miuccia Prada for several a long time, her collections, heavily inspired by artwork, culture and contemporary society, are revered by fashion editors to A-list stars. The providing contains ready-to-wear, accessories, footwear, baggage and far more. This is attributed to the fact that there isn't a pepper or harsh wooden noted within the composition. This is a really particular perfume due to just how clean it's, it will not gel with everybody but it's an excellent addition to my collection and one I put on a minimum of each fortnight or so. depurses prada Smooth metallic lavender opening with a recent yet slightly darkish shady really feel. 'Carbon' was the right choice to call this fragrance. 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You will discover a small tag inside the bag, and it will have a number. This quantity is an indicator of the purse manufacturing facility number. Make certain that the bag incorporates a white dust bag, and the Prada brand is engraved on it in black colour. Make positive that font on the Prada bag and dirt bag are the same. The authentic Prada bag accommodates a label indicating that “100 Cotton and Made in Italy”. Though the it tote craze didn’t actually take hold until a couple of years after, in the flip of the century Miuccia Prada despatched the primary it bag of down the century her Spring/Summer 2000 runway present. A totally completely different form, with curved lines and an oddly satisfying streamlined design, the Prada Bowling Bag was impressed by a genuine bowling bag. No sooner did the tote make its method off the runway that customers started planning to buy if it hit stores. When the bag did property in stores, it offered out instantly and the waitlist rose by way of the day. Next, look for the quality assurance tag within the interior pocket.

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