#damn only 100 pages left in the journal

[serendertothesquad]

OKAY LET ME TALK ABOUT THE ARTICLE NOW.

There is...there is so much to discuss. How do I even start this post, honestly? Current stays winnin' with their long-ass articles but stays bitchin' in the worst way with their shitty-ass paywalls. Fuck paywalls, all my homies hate paywalls.

Anyway, look below the break.

casting calls ended on october 17th they just finished filming

Look, for 12 episodes, that's a hell of a crunch. Proud of 'em, really.

Also, I think we all know what it's gonna be marketed as in the States. If you don't then I'll give you the money to go to college so you can attend my Odd Squad class. It's only fair.

So I guess this explains why Netflix wasn't part of the deal. Either that or those articles I read were wildly incorrect on Netflix being a contributing helper.

...I mean okay, granted they could still be handed off to Netflix, just not in the US because...well, it's Fred Rogers Productions. They'll be damned if they plop their IPs into the hands of any streaming service that isn't named Prime Video.

This also means that maybe FRP will have a lesser hand in this than I thought, which isn't really all that surprising if one looks through their social media pages. Odd Squad was barely promoted on Twitter even before that account went near-radio-silent.

Okay, this is actually kinda interesting. Makes me feel like I should move to the UK just to see what, exactly, appeals to the British there. I mean outside of the comedy, of course.

Also, I know the pandemic affected a load of things about the franchise, but for it to birth an entire-ass new series is just downright insane. Not that insane, because that's how Lockdown was born, but yeah, pretty fucking insane!

...

Wait, Season 4 has 12 episodes? Like an anime? When Odd Squad already has anime elements?

Oh I'm gonna be an insufferable bitch when this comes out. Y'all have been warned.

Hey, hey, does anyone remember when Fred Rogers Productions got in trouble for not meeting grant requirements when it came to Odd Squad? Along with failing in accounting when it came to other IPs?

Pepperidge Farm remembers. I remember. No one else in the fandom remembers, but oh do I remember.

(Odd Squad cost $18 million for Season 1. Sit on that for a minute. Really think about how much that shit would be worth now, especially with inflation as bad as it is. It was a lot back then and it still is for some but it seems like mere pennies now, huh?)

I point this out because the fact that they had to seek out funding from outside sources that were not part of the hellshow of circus freaks that is the US government is absolutely hilarious to me.

You guys are married to TVO too, but you apparently don't like to talk about that. Shit's for people in all of those states that border Canada. Everyone else can go fuck themselves, not my quote.

That aside, though, I do like how PBS airing British media has finally implored them to do a "what if" scenario with their cartoons. It's been, what...decades? That's like swinging the bat long after everyone's left the stadium. Except for the audience, they're sticking around for some reason.

Look, Tim McKeon said the same thing about Season 3 and we all know how that turned out. I pray derivativeness is a virtue that will be buried deep into the ground by the time Odd Squad UK rolls around because we really can't afford to pick 12/24 episodes at random across 100+ of them to pry and copy plots from. And believe you me, I will know the difference between a simple harmless continuity nod and sheer derivativeness.

To put it simply: Sinking Ship and I have very different takes on "the same but also different".

Damn, RIP to Mark. I'm glad he's still working on the show, though for him to step down as showrunner for Odd Squad UK is...well, it's probably the best move looking at what we ended up with.

...I'm probably misinterpreting that. And/or it's journalism being journalism. C'est la vie.

I guess them sending over wardrobes is why Orli and Ozzie aren't decked to the nines in...uh...well, British versions of the Investigation agent uniform. Whatever those look like.

Again, you could say the same thing about Season 3 and we all know how that shit turned out.

I still have optimism, but there's a real damn pessimist side of me waiting to break free.

I'm choosing to believe "socioeconomic diversity" was how they picked about half to 3/4 of the writers for Season 3, because a majority of them either have very small resumes, have never worked on anything with a kid demo, or both.

The difference between them and the kids in this spinoff/new season, however, is that one group sucks and the other one likely doesn't.

(Yeah yeah, I'm making a lot of Season 3 jabs. But it's easy to make comparisons to that versus Season 1 and Season 2. Bite me.)

To maintain continuity with the original series' Canadian cast

Or "we need to have at least one Canadian thing to qualify for all those Canadian tax breaks and subsidies, and also uhhhhhh we're no lawbreakers".

There you go. I fixed it. Thank me later.

Also, they don't mention it, and it probably won't be mentioned until some article pops up in 2024 about it, but rest assured they're talking about Orli here. While I dig her backstory, I'm not so sure if I'm so keen on another audience surrogate after how badly they flubbed Osmerelda within 13 episodes. Granted, this is a different kind of audience surrogate -- Orli's not a "haha relatable funy thing for kids and the 'rents" surrogate, she's an "I'm a Canadian idiot who has never been to this country, please teach me" surrogate -- but still, I'm not so hopeful about them being able to write her well. Worst case scenario, we end up with a character who drinks maple syrup by the bottle, loves hockey, and drops an "eh?" every other sentence.

Oh I'm sensing a load of "tube" puns are gonna be made this season, lemme tell ya.

Okay okay, but real talk, this is actually kinda neat. Gonna be a little weird to see, but neat. The hell needs the lil' kiddie cars when you got trains to ride?!

Hey, hey, you guys remember when Odd Squad first premiered and PBS Kids put out a whole ton of new stuff for it? They had games at the ready and everything? They were so hyped for this shit they poured everything they had into it?

Pepperidge Farm remembers. I remember. No one else in the fandom remembers, but oh do I remember.

Needless to say, they don't really do that anymore for new shows. It's all the same cookie-cutter pre-release formula. When they did it for Odd Squad it was special. When they did it for Alma's Way and Elinor Wonders Why...not so much.

...Oh yeah, and the math stuff, the math stuff is cool, I like that. Here's hoping they can put new concepts into play instead of rehashing old ones.

"just 10-year-olds" the show is aimed at a 2-5 demographic

Now, see, this is where the funny irony comes in. Everyone laugh at the funny irony here. Now everyone cry because this seems more like a fitting comment for if GO! still existed and the show was on it.

Ahhh, now, see, this is where things get interesting.

Those of you keeping up with PBS Kids news might be aware of the network shifting to more short-form content as a way to nab viewers while also cutting costs significantly, hence why we're getting new podcasts and other short-form content in addition to full-length shows. PBS Kids has been in the short-form game since the late 2000s with the WordGirl shorts but they never truly dipped their toes into the short-form format until Elinor Wonders Why's That's So Interesting shorts and the Odd Squadcast came out. Those were the true floodgate-openers right there, paving the way for a host of old IPs being refreshed in addition to new IPs.

I remember when they dropped eight new shorts of two different series and thinking it was an April Fools joke because they were published on April 1st with absolutely no forewarning. I found out the news from someone else who had put the images up on the Wiki and I laughed my ass off at just how ridiculous it was. And then I found out they were real, and I sobbed.

...No wait, not the Meeting. Scratch that. I forgot it's changed dramatically since the days of yore. Moving on!

Whether this comment means we'll be getting Season 2 of the Odd Squadcast (which, y'know, is unlikely now), Season 3 of OddTube (ah, now that seems more likely), or more shorts outside of the two series we already have (Gadget Testers and Book of Games) is unknown at this point. But if anything, news is gonna break during upfronts like the TCA Press Tour and the PBS Annual Meeting.

It'll air in a year and they're already milking it for all it's worth. Byootiful. Clearly they have not learned from the last time they did a dramatic franchise shift and it paid off. AHEM MOBILE UNIT AHEM.

If they wanted to, they could grow some balls and go for broke. Do 28 more to be on par with Season 1.

No but seriously, I love how the fate of Odd Squad UK is so contingent on ratings. Let's not forget how Ready Jet Go and Let's Go Luna got unfairly sniped with no reason given (and then they brought back RJG with a movie like they still cared...lol get rekt) and let's not forget that they could easily do the same with Odd Squad at any time in spite of its ratings. They revived Super Why back from the dead, they revived Clifford back from the dead...they did it with Odd Squad and it's only been a wee bit over a year.

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I'm not really opposed to Odd Squad being set in other regions -- it probably does better internationally than it does in the States, but we have no way to know that for sure -- but they're acting very sus with this portion specifically. I've got my eye on them.

All in all, this article has me pretty excited for the new spinoff/Season 4/how the fuck am I supposed to market this. Shame it's supposed to air in late 2024 (though maybe it'll air on CBBC in the spring because of that casting call...holy fuck I just thought of that as I was typing this post, real shit, lemme get my poker chips and bet on this RN) but I'm hyped for it either way and will happily lap up any and all press coverage on it until it airs. 2024's gonna be a big year.

If you guys reading this find any news on it, send it to me through an ask or a submission! We've got one more month before we launch into 2024 and if my theory about CBBC airing it earlier is true then we'll have to really be on the lookout for it as soon as January.

#odd squad pbs kids #odd squad #pbs kids #seren speaks (about odd squad)

[where-the-wild-things-sleep]

Ghosties part 2

part 1

Technically, Oakleaf Books employees were not allowed to sit in the armchairs on the job. Today, Dipper simply did not care. The only other person on shift was Cami, and she was at the register and also not a narc. Dipper had caught her three too many times in the maintenance closet hooking up with her boyfriend and was secure enough in their general distrust and understanding of each other that each of their secrets were safe. It’s not as though they were really doing anything worth losing their jobs over. (Well, Dipper wasn’t). Business was slow. Sometimes you just can’t bring yourself to pick up another book. Dipper had read an entire shelf’s worth of books in the science fiction section already, and he had only been working for a week so far.

The tinkling of the bell that hung above the door broke Dipper’s attention from his book. He set it down and stood up, stretching his shoulders as he did so.

“Hi,” he said as the new customer faced him. “Can I help you find anything?”

“Eh, naw, I’m good, I think,” the man said. Dipper tried inconspicuously to watch him as he wandered over to the historical non-fiction aisle. What was a guy with spiked frosted tips, a lip ring, and surfer shorts doing in historical non-fiction?

“You lookin’ for a reference book or something?” Dipper heard Cami ask. She had evidently left her post at the register, something she had already been warned about by their boss multiple times. Dipper momentarily wondered if he should take it over for her, but he decided it wasn’t worth not getting to listen to their conversation.

“Naw, but you got any books in here about–”

Cami put up her hand and the man went silent. “I’m gonna stop you right there. I have no idea. Maybe Dipper can help you?”

Dipper popped his head around the bookshelf that separated them.

“Sure. What are you looking for?” he asked.

“Mm, I’m lookin’ for somethin’ about this area, yanno? Like the history of here and stuff.”

“Oh. Um, yeah, we have some books on the local history…” Dipper began browsing the aisle with the man. After a few minutes, he discovered a leatherbound journal, seemingly written by an early settler of Oregon. He walked over to the man and presented it to him. “How about this?”

“Nice!” the man said after just a second’s lookover. He flipped it over and his spirits visibly died upon looking at the price. “Damn… Mind if I stay here and read it?”

“Not at all,” Dipper said, the corner of his mouth curling slightly. Who was this guy and what did he want with an early Oregon settler’s diary? If Dipper had had to guess on the man’s preference, he’d suggest surfers’ memoirs or maybe young adult science fiction or something. “There’s plenty of places to sit. We close at eight.”

“Thanks man.” He took the journal over to a worn armchair at the end of the aisle and plopped down into it, opening up the book to the first page.

Dipper bit back the urge to question the man about his choice of reading materials and slunk back over to his own armchair. He picked up his book, and only looked back up again when he felt a shadow fall over him. Startled, Dipper nearly dropped the book into his lap as he snapped his head up to look at the imposing figure above him.

“Oh, did I scare ya?” the man from earlier asked, an amused smile on his face. Dipper shook his head very unconvincingly. “Well, it’s almost eight so I gotta get goin’, but is there any way you could save this book for me? Like put it in the back or somethin’?”

“Oh, sure,” Dipper nodded. He stood up and took the book from the man, the same leatherbound journal from earlier. “Are you coming back tomorrow?”

“Yep. I’m doin’ research. My friend keeps talkin’ about historical stuff about the town, stuff even our history professor doesn’t know, and I’m tryna fact-check him, ‘cause ya know people can make stuff up to seem smart sometimes. He said he’d give me 100 dollars if I found anything that didn’t match up with what he said. But so far I’ve only found things that prove him right. He won’t tell me where he gets any of his information, though. Say, this is a little random, but do you happen to be lookin’ for a cheap place to stay? He needs a new roomie.”

“Um…” Dipper had to take a moment to process all of that information. “I mean, the place I’m staying right now is definitely not ideal, but it’s the best I could find, price-wise. I don’t… have a lot of money.”

Sure, the hotel was cheap, which was fine if this was going to be a short trip. But the days were drawing on and all Dipper had managed to do so far was scout certain areas where people had reported seeing ghosts… or something of the like. Dipper couldn’t be exactly sure what was going on. He had spent days trying to figure out if this was a haunting, the work of demons or magic, just a case of mass hysteria, or perhaps a Charlie No-Face situation. But Dipper knew it was ghosts. A visit to a reportedly haunted playground had provided him with five human teeth, sitting neatly on the stained seat of a rusty swing. But a few teeth on an old swing set did not pay the daily $40 Dipper needed in order to stay in his dingy, dirty hotel room. At the pace his investigation was going, rooming with some college student would actually be cheaper.

“Hey, that’s chill,” the man said. “My buddy Wirt charges practically nothing for rent, it’s crazy. He’s got his own house, paid off mortgage an’ all, so he doesn’t really need people to pay rent all that much. I’m sure you two could work somethin’ out, if you wanted t’ move. What’s your number? I can send you his information.”

“Oh, thanks.” Dipper spluttered out his number, and within a minute he felt a vibration in his back pocket. He cleared his throat. “Um, I’ll definitely check it out. Uh, what’s your name? For the hold?”

“Mikey Bluff,” the man replied. Dipper wrote down the name on a piece of scrap paper and set it and the book behind the front desk. No, he had not been trained on holdings. Or anything, really.

“Cool. Thanks for coming in, Mikey. Um, see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, see ya!” Mikey waved on his way out the door. Dipper watched him and waited until he was out of sight from the shop windows before he took out his phone and looked at the text Mikey had sent him.

It was a link. Dipper tapped it dubiously, reasoning that Mikey seemed nice enough and would definitely be coming back for his book, so there was no chance he was pulling one of those funny pranks where you give someone’s phone a virus or steal their data. A web browser popped up, loaded for a moment, and then opened. The site seemed to be a specific forum for local students to post ads for roommates. Wirt’s was front and center, the background a deep shade of red and all the neatly arranged boxes of texts and photos outlined in dull gold. Wirt’s picture and name were in the top left corner.

Not bad, Dipper thought to himself before he had time to fully process. He blinked, then smiled incredulously. Here he was, on a ghost hunt in a new town, living in a shitty hotel, working a boring job, barely making enough to eat, and he was drooling over the first guy who was even remotely his type? Shaggy dark hair, hazel-green eyes, sharp features… a total stranger. Dipper supposed he was lonely. Besides, the thought of prematurely developing a crush on a guy who he may or may not be living with soon was an awful idea. Dipper pushed all unnecessary thoughts and feelings away, including the loneliness which threatened to pull him under a tidal wave of emotions anytime he dwelled on it for too long.

...Everything was fine.

Wirt’s ad gave a general description of the house– a four bedroom, four and a half bath, three-story mansion compared to what Dipper had been cramped into for the past week. Rent was, just as Mikey had said, ‘negotiable’. The ad didn’t have quite enough information for Dipper’s liking, but it gave Wirt’s phone number and address, which meant in order to find out if this was a good fit for him, Dipper would need to actually talk to Wirt. Which, again, the thought shouldn’t have been as harrowing as it was, considering Dipper might be living with him soon.

I wonder if there’s information on this guy, Dipper thought, tapping on anything around the page that might be a link. Sure enough, Wirt’s profile popped up. Once again, there were only the absolute basics. Twenty, renting a room in a house on campus. Nothing else. Scrolling down, Dipper began to think his phone was glitching. Wirt had posted this same ad multiple times already. It took a few scrolls before Dipper was finally at the bottom and was faced with the first-ever ad Wirt had ever put out. It was from last summer. Every one of the ads was posted on a different date, spanning almost a year, so it couldn’t have just been a glitch. Dipper examined the dates, noting that usually there was a month or two between each posting, a few for longer, and even some just a few weeks apart. That was… odd. Sure, this was a college town, people come and go, but it just seemed like a lot. Why were so many people so hot to get in, and then out of there? Dipper decided he would ask about it the next time Mikey came around. Maybe this was all some detailed human trafficking scheme, and Wirt was going to hold him hostage and then sell him away to god knows where. Or maybe Dipper was just being paranoid again.

Whatever the case, he needed to get out of that damn hotel room.

#over the garden wall #gravity falls #over the gravity falls #dipper x wirt #pinescone #pinescone au #pinescone fanfic

[scummy-writes]

Oh god I'm doing it. I'm putting it under a cut for everyone's sake.

I posted 766 times in 2022

255 posts created (33%)

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I tagged 480 of my posts in 2022

Only 37% of my posts had no tags

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Longest Tag: 133 characters

#vincent is wanting to set up painting outside somewhere and isaac runs into him trying to lug a bunch of stuff out and offers to help

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Musings

Pairing: Isaac/Mc(Reader)

Rating: Mature (there is not explicit sex, but still references/light discussion of sex)

Words: 889

Note: A short, unbeta'd and spur of the moment piece about 'Mc' asking a burning question or two after Isaac thoroughly spoiled them in bed.

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The night air was a relief as you rested on your bed, thankful the cool breeze coming from the window Isaac opened reached your burning cheeks. His usual shyness at your naked body was long discarded, his mind too busy with making sure you were comfortable as he came back to the bed, settling in beside you to kiss your temple.

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100 notes - Posted August 25, 2022

#4

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1,226

Tags: Masturbation, guilty pleasures, Isaac is a bit hard on himself

Full fic under the cut!

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It wasn’t often that Isaac was unable to sleep due to a certain flavor of… excitement. Though he had climbed into bed a couple of hours ago, he found himself with a peculiar itch nagging at him, causing him to uncomfortably toss and turn as he tried to calm his racing mind in any way that wasn’t what his body craved. 

He pinched the bridge of his nose as a heavy sigh escaped, eyes slowly blinking open to stare at the ceiling. The earlier talks with Jean and Napoleon, while the three of them bathed, were circling his restless thoughts still. They left him plagued, nearly wanting to beg with his mind for entertaining the heated thoughts that lingered.

Why, oh why, were the others so intent on bringing you up in the baths?

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134 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

#3

I've been doin some...Journaling? To destress and try not to get anxious so much, but it is Simp Journaling. Thought I'd share because I think it looks Neat but messy

Isaac's spread:

Arthur's spread:

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138 notes - Posted April 8, 2022

#2

This request is...old. like. Embarrassingly old to the point where I don't think the requester is even into ikevamp anymore- that old.

But. I wanted a small writing warm up while on my lunch break, so I whipped this up and the context of the ask is needed- so I took a screenshot so I wouldn't bother the person who asked, haha...

Short, unbeta'd since it's a request I'm using as a warm up, gets a little heated because while Mc might be innocent, Arthur is a pervert at heart (even if he's a sweetheart).

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This… was torture. Divine torture; pain that was worth bearing just to have you so close to him, but Gods, Arthur was suffering so.

You wiggled your hips as you settled in his lap, ignoring the wooden chair creaking as you leafed through the pages on his desk, "hm, you've written a lot today! Are you sure you're hitting writer's block, Arthur?"

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156 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Suitors reacting to Mc riding their thigh

Rating: explicit, minors dni

Suitors: Isaac, Arthur, Vincent

Prolouge: It happens as the two of you paw at the other's clothes, stumbing onto the bed between biting kisses. The lust is swirling through your mind, taking most reason away until you're whining, worked up to the point of throwing your leg over his thigh and seeking relief for the burning arousal coursing through you…

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185 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

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Damn, I'm surprised over a lot of this LMAO. I'm surprised my #1 post was something random I just wrote super spur of the moment, *almost* didn't post since I wanted to add Theo and Comte but couldn't think of what to write, and finally said 'fuck it' and posted. Wow.

I am also surprised about my lil journal pages being popular too. I really want to do another one when I have the mental and physical energy to, haha.

I am happy that Isaac jacking off made it to the top five. It's as nature intended.

[reddeadreference]

Journal - Epilogue 2:

(This post is all of the journal pages and typed transcripts that were written specifically for this chapter. This post will not include stranger missions or side stuff.)

She went and left me.

Gave me enough warning, I suppose. She weren't wrong. I'd leave me, if I could.

What now? No son, no woman, and a no good rancher on a no good ranch. These rich bastards, the Laramies want old Geddes dead. If I had a brain, I'd go work for them.

But I kind of like Geddes.

Saw Sadie Adler again. Guess I thought she'd been dead. Maybe it's just me that's been dead. I don't know.

Was good to see her. She's a bounty hunter and suited to the work. Saw her put a knife clean through the hand of some big old boy she was fighting with. Ain't seen her since she and Arthur saved Abigail and then Arthur saved my life. We headed north and she turned to this line of work.

Front gate

grazing?

Beecher’s Hope

Good news I now own a ranch. Bad news, I now have Uncle with me. Or it the reverse? If he don't shut his mouth, I'll paint this place with his blood. I bought a dumpy bit of land for Abigail, and she ain't here. Instead I got Uncle.

How the  hell did this happen?

I got the worst of all things. I miss Abigail. I been proper fool for longer than I can remember.

FOR ALWAYS.

Went to Saint Denis with Uncle because Charles Smith was there and in trouble. Charles had taken to boxing and did not seem in too much trouble after all, until we stumbled into some local gangsters who wanted to shoot both of us, but now he's here and I've got myself a completely different family to the one I had a while ago.

Not sure what to make of that.

This countryside is full of some of the worst scum and maniacs I've ever come across. Guess we fit right in. Went to buy lumber to build a new house.

Got jumped by some local gang everyone is terrified by. A hand Charles had hired got himself killed. Wonder if these bastards will bring trouble and how much.

Built ourselves a place to live. Never thought I would say those words. Now I just need a family and a way of paying off these debts.

Went off bounty hunting with Sadie, who l’d met again after all these years, and whole thing turned crazy.

Thank god Abigail weren't around or she'd have skinned me herself.

Abigail and Jack came back. Whole of my life suddenly makes some kind of sense.

If only I could pay off these damn debts -- and if only I could have been a different man all these years I wasted being a fool.

I'M GETTING MARRIED.

She thinks I'm a real fool and she's right, only she don't know quite why I am a fool

We got married and we danced and Uncle made us laugh and Jack seemed real happy.

Sadie left, after she fixed herself up. Charles went off hunting something or other, as I knew he would. Uncle ain't going anywhere.

Saw Dutch, damn near broke my heart again after all this time. Wanted to kill him but I didn't.

Saw Micah and was never gladder to see a man die. Whatever peace and happiness I can find in this world, I know it's a better place with him out of it.

After 100%

Guess we’re just about done, my friend.

It’s been quite a journey.

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[pepa-is-drawing]

@erroredshadows for the 3rd day of tcopdtober :D

#365 journal #265 #damn only 100 pages left in the journal #sona stuff #shadow #erroredshadows #tcopdtober 2021

[kkusuka]

How would hawks react if his girlfriend has a baby brother that’s actually a fan of his and when said girlfriend decides to visit him she brings her baby brother who is SOOOO shy when seeing him for the first time but with encouragement from his girlfriend her little brother hands hawks a sloppy but cute drawing of him in crayon and just says excitedly “Birdie!”? 🥺✨💕

awwweeeeeeeeeeeee

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The moment your mother asked you to watch your brother on Keigo’s off day, you knew exactly how this was going to play out. you hated to give your boyfriend another ego trip, but you couldn’t cancel and you weren’t leaving him with a babysitter. your mom would have a fit if she found out you left him alone with a stranger. and so your fate was set in motion. 

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looking back you made several mistakes that day. 

first, letting you brother wear a hawks t-shirt. in defense of him, it was a cute shirt, considering it had your boyfriend's face plastered on the front. but in your rush to get out of the house you didn’t have the energy to think about how Keigo was going to react. the first crack. 

second, letting him bring his red winged backpack. you didn’t even check what was in it. but you knew he took it pretty much everywhere and he would throw a fit if you made him take another one. it was hard to admit that your brother was a fanboy for birdman. 

the third, most horrid, was the folded paper that he held in his hand and refused to open. what’s with all the secrets? you just hoped it wasn’t something bad, and it didn’t. look like any of the pages from your journals so there shouldn’t have been any problems. 

looking back, you should’ve questioned him more. 

but knowing that hawks was your brothers literal hero in life, you wanted him to meet Keigo exactly how he wanted to. 

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what Keigo expected to open the door to was not what he was met with. you were there, looking as lovely as always, but there was another person. a small boy who was hiding behind your leg lookin a bit too scared for his opinion.

“well who is this baby bird?” expected. if hawks was good at anything it’s making people feel welcome. and it seemed to have worked ever so slightly! the boy peaked his head out and made eye contact! progress!

“let’s go inside alright baby?” 

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Since settling in, your brother seemed to loosen up. And you can't lie, seeing him freeze up was kind of cute! Yourp ually demanding brother was now silent and just watching whatever Keigo was doing. He was making Keigo look like he had the damn stars in the sky, and Hawks was just walking into the room after making tea. 

Deciding you had to step in, a reassuring rub on the back and a soft “go on, I know you want to say hi.” You knew it had worked when he lifted his head and practically shouted his full name, grade, and how much of a huge fan he was of your boyfriend.  

“That’s a nice shirt buddy! Did your big sis get it for you?” that was the first strike

“AND an even cooler backpack! Sis got you the whole set huh?” strike two, you knew this would all be an ego trip. 

Now not only was your brother telling Hawks thgw 100 reasons he lives him so much but Keigo was eating this up. This was going to come back at you so hard and both of you knew it. 

“Oh! I have something for you!” the paper. That stupid paper that you should have checked when you still had the chance. 

“Whoa kid! This is great!” it was a drawing of him, of course, with the title of “birdie that sis loves” Great. 

Big sis loves. Ge did not let that slip. He even hung the drawing on the fridge, on top of all the important documents and other pictures. He had even taken a picture of it and put it on his private instagram account. 

The teasing was not as bad as you expected. You have your brother to thank for that. He kept your boyfriend occupied even as far as taking him flying around the part of the city. Which you were very nervous about, even though he had done the same thing with you many times. 

Yeah that didn’t last all that long

••

“You looooooooooooooooove me~” 

That got him a nice look. 

But when your brother fell asleep on the couch Keigo took a bit more of a hands on approach to the situation. 

“Maybe your brother would like some other little feet roaming around so he can have someone to fanbo with” 

“Your pushing it Birdman” 

#hawks #hawks x reader #hawks x self insert #hawks x you #hawks fluff #keigo takami #keigo x you #keigo tamaki x reader #mha x reader #mha fluff #mha x y/n #mha x you #hawks x y/n #hawks x me #my hero academia

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Crushing On You (Kirishima, Tamaki, Toyomitsu (Fat Gum))

Ion know bout y’all, but I consistently act weird around my crushes. That being said, I also can NEVER tell when someone has a crush on me (although I’m told its obvious). So let’s commemorate that, shall we? 

A/N: This one is dedicated to the lovely @kirislut​. She passively told me to write this and I was like yeah! And then proceeded to take 2 months to do it *sigh*. But yeah stan her or face my wrath >.<

Warnings: None! It’s fluffy. Y/N is written to match the age of the character (so a first year for Kiri, third year for Amajiki, late 20s for Fat). 

Kirishima Eijirou (xBruh!Y/N)

Kiri would be crushing on you for a long time before he even realizes he’s crushing on you. 

You would be a part of the Bakusquad,  and you also made an effort to stand up for yourself against Bakugou, and something about that really got to Kiri. 

You were somehow so *manly* while also so hot AND cute? Damn, how do you do it? 

Not that he understood that he saw you in such a light.  

Because Kiri doesn’t realize he has a crush on you, he wouldn’t necessarily be super blushy or flustered at first. 

When around you, he’s showering you in compliments.

When you aren’t around, he’s constantly bringing you up in conversation. Every conversation. With every single person. 

He would also team up with you to tease Bakugou.

And you already know that if anyone had anything negative to say about you, then he would stand up for you in a heartbeat. 

He really admired you, to say the least. He loved being around you. That was all (he thought).

That is, until the bros™ decided to give him a talk. 

“So..Y/N?” Is all Sero would say. 

And obviously Kiri smiled at your name, but didn’t know why they were bringing you up. 

“Are you gonna ask them out anytime soon? If you wait any longer I might just do it myself,” Kaminari tries to playfully nudge Kirishima into understanding. 

“Ask them out???” Kiri is now in shock! Because where did this come from!

That being said, his face also got as red as his hair, and the thought of you hugging him or staring back at him felt like a really pleasant idea all of a sudden. 

“Oi, shitty hair, don’t tell me you don’t recognize your own feelings. Are you really that much of an idiot?” Bakugou asks, his tone irritated and disinterested.

Although, he’s kinda invested in seeing you two get together at this point. The whole squad was. 

And then it hit the man like a truck. 

Shit! I have a crush on the coolest, strongest, most amazing person I know. 

After this point, he doesn’t know if he’s ready to ask you out yet. But he definitely starts acting differently. 

Usual shoulder leans and elbow nudges now make him feel like Kaminari was electrocuting him.. 

Any compliments you sent his way would cause Kiri.exe to stop working.

And your smile would make him feel starstruck. 

It was a breaking point when a school sponsored dance came around and you showed up looking like a WHOLE SNACK in the most elegant dress/tux/(whatever badass clothes you wanna be rockin). .

Kiri straight up would not look at you. He fully refused to turn his head in your direction, which was hard because the Bakusquad decided to spend the whole time there together, which meant he wasn’t leaving your side. 

“What the hell are you doing?” Bakugou was so confused (I mean same. Kiri THEY LOOK LIKE A SNACK why aren’t you basking in their glory jeez).

“SHHH Bakugou. It’s not manly to stare…” 

Kiri was worried that he would ogle you into discomfort, jaw dropped and eyes wide because his heart would burst upon looking at you for too long. 

In turning his head, he didn’t notice Kaminari and Sero approach you, whispering into your ear.

It was only when you came up and tapped him on his shoulder that he turned around and looked at you, you smiling at him. 

“Hey Kiri, do you wanna dance with me?”

Hey would pause, because he was really flustered, but then he would flash his huge toothy grin and gladly take your hand, pulling you onto the dancefloor to dance with him into the night. 

BONUS: While dancing with you, Kiri would only look at your face and refused to look at your feet, causing him to stumble a couple of times. 

And naturally, you would ask him about it. 

He would blush but explain, “I didn’t want you to think that I was staring down at your body and making you uncomfortable…”  

WANDERING EYES ARE NOT MANLY! change Kiri’s mind. 

You would laugh and respond, “Hey, if you need to look at our feet to make sure we don’t trip, I don’t mind.”

But you would then pull close to him, wrapping one hand around his neck and speak quietly into his ear-

“And if you wanna look at the rest of me while you're at it, I wouldn’t mind that either.” 

Kiri.exe has stopped working once again. Good job Y/N! 

Amajiki Tamaki (xGentle!Y/N)

Tamaki would have a crush on you after being your friend for a little while. 

Like at first he was super nervous around you because people are nerve inducing and scary (I feel ya buddy its ok).

Over time though, you guys became closer friends. He realized how gentle and sweet you were.

You would spend a lot of time together, studying, going to get food, and training together.

You also would spend late nights together, especially when one of you was stressed or having a panic attack. You kept each other safe. 

It wasn’t a surprise to Tamaki when he found himself wanting to spend more time with you. 

It didn’t shock him that he loved looking into your eyes. 

He felt himself, and watched himself, fall in love with you. 

But despite that, he wasn’t really as awkward about it as you would expect him to be. 

Your entire relationship had been very wholesome and close from the start, and because he was aware of his feelings from the get go, there wasn’t any real shock. 

Ultimately, you were his safe space, and he would rather not compromise that by bringing his emotions into it. He was content to love you from a bit of a distance. 

In a non creepy way, he loved to watch you. He knows looking at people you love or feel safe with is a really good way to calm anxiety and ground yourself, and that’s what Tamaki does all the time with you. 

Just watch you work or eat and laugh. It was enough to keep him together. 

And the times you told him “I love you” made his heart soar, even if he knew it was platonic.

He also had a journal with writing in it, where he would write small notes or lines about his thoughts. Many were about you and how pretty you looked when you came to his room in PJs when you couldn’t sleep, or how happy you were when you down a bowl of ramen, or how-

You get the idea. 

 Though he was content with accepting his crush on you, nothing could have prepared him for how you found out. 

You both had been working together in his room. He was working on some homework while you were studying for your *least* favorite subject, math.

So you ask if you can see his notes to help you understand better.

“Yeah. It’s the first one on my shelf. Its the most recent pages.”

What he forgot was that he had moved it into his backpack and the nondescript notebook that sat first on his shelf was his journal. 

While he kept working, you opened to try and figure out how integrals worked, but instead were met with a cute doodle of your face with a heart next to it.

The line above it said, “On a cold day, y/n’s smile keeps me warm.”

It was oddly poetic, a lil sappy, insanely heart tingling but cOMPLETELY out of left field because- what? This was definitely NOT integrals.

“Tamaki, I don’t think this is the right book…”

He looks up and his face drops in horror as he sees you with his journal, your eyes dazed and unsure.

“O-oh! I’m s-s-so s-sorry I-”

He trips off his bed and runs right up to you, tugging the notebook out of your hand and pulling it to his chest. “This isn’t how I meant for you to f-f-find out I have a c-crush on you-u.” His eyes are glued to the floor. 

“...Tamaki, you have a crush on me?” You ask, in a calm (but very shocked) tone. 

His eyes shot up, wide, and he scrambled through the notebook to see what you read. It was just the doodle and one line, but if you had flipped a page back, you would have seen a long rambling explaining how much he liked you.

But, you didn’t flip a page back, and instead, Tamaki had 100% exposed himself. 

“Y/N I’m s-so so sorry you probably think that I’m a creep now I swear that I really value our friendship and I don’t mean to ruin it so you can just forget about this and-”

He went on for a while, lost in his words and slowly falling apart while you were trying to process what you heard. 

He had a crush on you too? What a relief. You wish you realized sooner! But better late than never right?

Now for how you were gonna calm him down.

On instinct, you wanted to jump on him and kiss him till he couldn’t breathe, but that would probably freak him out more than anything else. 

So you just do what feels right. 

“I really hope you don’t hate me or think I’m weird you just really make me feel complete and peaceful and I never meant to-”

You reach out and gently take hold of one of his hands, pulling it to your face, and softly kiss his knuckles. 

He stops rambling and looks like a deer in headlights as his face ignites into a bright red. 

“WHY DID YOU-” 

“Shhh.. Tamaki… I like you too, okay? I like you a lot. So please calm down.”

What a roller coaster for this poor boy. “Y-you don’t think I’m obsessed with you?”

“I don’t! Well, if you’re obsessed with me, I’m just as obsessed with you, so its okay!” 

You smile at him and he blushes, hiding his face into his shoulder, his hand still sweetly entangled with yours. 

“I, I’m glad,” he manages to get the words out after a few seconds.

For the first time in the history of your relationship, Tamaki was a flustered blushy mess with you. 

“Cmon Tamaki, we have more studying to do!!” You want him to mentally gather himself, so you take him back to his bed, hands still intertwined. 

BONUS: After failing at studying, Tamaki laid down on his bed and stared at the wall, failing to nap, while you were sitting at the foot of the bed.  

His mind was racing. 

“We like each other, but we haven’t talked about it since that moment… What if things are going to be awkward? I don’t want it to be what should I-”

The bed dipped down behind him and an arm snaked up around his torso. His back was pulled against your chest. 

“Is it okay if I take a nap with you, sweetheart?” You ask in a lazy and sleepy voice. 

His heart fluttered at the nickname. “Yeah, of course.”

“I’m glad. I love you, Tamaki.” And with that, you nuzzle into his back and fall asleep. 

And with the feeling of your arms and your stable breathing, he realized you were still his safe space. And with that he was lulled to sleep. 

Toyomitsu Taishiro (x Foodie!Y/N)

You’re assigned to represent your agency for the team-up with Fat Gum’s agency.

When you rolled in, Fat Gum didn’t take much note of you at first. 

But when you intensely fawn over takoyaki during lunch break on the first day, he felt like his eyes were being reopened and he was seeing you for the first time. 

Love at first meal!

Though he initially found you attractive because he shares his love of food with you, he slowly found himself loving everything about you. 

You’re a lighthearted person, with a big heart and an even bigger appetite.

You brought a lot of joy, and that was energy Taishiro could never get enough of.

He knew he was a goner when one day were pranked by one of his Agency members, got caught off guard, and ended up jumping at him. 

He caught you and held you (cuz hero instincts obviously), and in that moment you couldn’t help but hug him out of fear (and because he’s SO CUDDLY REEEEEE).

But that’s enough for him to realize he wants to hold you more. And often. 

Yeah he’s whipped okay.

He definitely tries to keep it professional! And not *overtly* flirt with you.

But he brings you food literally 2 or 3 times a day. 

That may sound like a lot, but given its Fat Gum, it came off pretty innocuous at first.

He’s also really observant, so he picks up on what type of foods you really like. 

So he very often pulls up with your favorites, which always makes your day better. 

He also tries to give you some of his favorite foods, and days you like his favorites were the best. 

He was living his best life watching you be happy, even in a professional setting. 

Fat Gum finally came forward about his feelings for you after a mission went awry. 

It was supposed to be an information retrieval mission- simple get in get out. 

You, Fat, and Sun Eater were going to be working together. 

Fat would guard, Sun Eater would infiltrate and restrain, while you would obtain necessary documents.

That plan is sabotaged the moment you realized the League is also present- when they definitely were not supposed to be. 

Before you can process this shocking information, a knife is being plunged into your stomach. 

Toga smiles down at you- “pretty blood from a pretty person, I’m sorry I can’t help myself.”

She jumps back when Sun Eater sends an octopus arm at her. 

He grabs you in the process and pulls you back, where Fat is now standing by his side, eyes wide in horror. 

He takes you into his arms, and the last thing you feel is being held against his fluffiness before blacking out. 

When you wake up, you’re in a hospital bed, Recovery Girl on one side of you, and Taishiro on the other, in his skinny form. 

Evidently, he had beaten most of the villains to a pulp, but the League had dipped before he could do much more damage. 

But after that, he had carried you to the ambulance and hasn’t left your side since. It’s been half a day. 

“Fat Gum…” 

“Hey do me a favor and call me Taishiro, okay?” He asks you very gently.

“Tai-shiro…” Oof his heart skipped a beat at hearing you say his name. 

“Taishiro, the mission…”

“Shhh it’s okay. There’s an interrogation of the villains that we captured going on right now, and Fourth Kind’s agency is following up on our leads. We did our job for now.”

“Are you okay? Amajiki-kun, is he okay?”

“We’re both fine. Some scratches on him, a lil fat lost for me, but we’re okay.”

“Taishiro...The agency, why are you here? You should be there running the ag-”

“I want to be here with you. That’s why I am here. I trust my assistants to cover for me right now.”

“That’s very nice of you, but I still don’t understand why…”

“Because I like you. I like you lots, Mx. L/N.  I know our relationship has been professional, but seeing you injured was something I didn’t…. I care a lot and I couldn’t find it in myself to leave you here alone. I hope our relationship can stay professional and friendly though, I really enjoy spending time with you.”

Recovery Girl looks back and forth between you two, eyeing your shocked face and his determined, serious one. 

“I’ll be back to check on you in an hour, Y/N. But I’ll leave you two alone for now ~~~” 

You paused, silent. The longer you stayed silent the faster his heart began to race. 

Suddenly, you sit up, placing weight on the heels of your palms. 

“Y/N you’re still injured what are you-”

It's your turn to cut him off, grabbing his jacket and yanking him towards you with your left hand.

Your right hand going to wrap around the back of his neck,

and your body falls back, 

Caught off guard, half standing, and balance lost, Fat’s upper body is now looming above yours, his hands planted on either side of you.

His eyes are wide, and your hands on the back of his neck are warm.

“I’m sorry, Taishiro… but I don’t want this relationship to stay just professional. So can I kiss you?”

His heart flutters, and his classic grin spreads across his face as he closes his eyes and let’s his face close the distance between you two. 

BONUS: You and Fat Gum decided that you didn’t want to tell people that you had started dating- the news would take it and make it a public affair. 

But you decided to leave it up in the air for your agency to figure out. They were your friends after all. 

The first to catch on was Amajiki, but he stayed quiet. 

But the new recruit Kirishima wasn’t as quiet about his suspicions. 

When he walked in to see you hug Fat Gum, he didn’t know how to react. 

You both seemed fine and acted as if hugging was a perfectly normal thing he shouldn’t be surprised by. 

You say goodbye and pat Kiri’s head on the way out. 

The last thing you heard was a loud scream, followed by a “Fat, you and Y/N are dating?” 

Yeah! Cat’s out of the bag.

#mha #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha imagines #bnha imagines #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #kirishima eijirou #eijirou kirishima #kirishima x reader #kirishima fluff #kirishima headcanon #kirishima imagines #bnha kirishima #mha kirishima #red riot #tamaki amajiki #amajiki tamaki #tamaki x reader #tamaki fluff #tamaki headcanons #tamaki imagines #bnha tamaki #mha tamaki #sun eater #toyomitsu taishiro #taishiro toyomitsu

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On Supergirl

Figured I should put up my thoughts about Kara in the wake of her first film appearance being announced, and the final season of her TV show fast approaching. Short version is: Kara is very cool and DC needs to stop messing with her. 

My Introduction to Kara

I was introduced to Kara the way most millennials/Gen Zers were I imagine, via the Loeb Superman/Batman arc which brought the traditional Kara Zor-El Supergirl take into Post-Crisis continuity, after years of DC attempting to have a “Supergirl” without violating the editorial mandate that Kal needed to be the literal “Last Son of Krypton” (an example of one of the dumb ways DC fucked Kara over). Story goes that one day Dan Didio was in line at the Superman ride at Six Flags (I love that ride even though it’s stolen my glasses every time I’ve ridden it, even when I left them in a locker!). The ride had signs that talked about various Superman characters. Didio was reading the entry for Supergirl where it talked about her not being Clark’s cousin but instead some weird merge of alien shapeshifter, angel, and human girl, and he realized how fucking stupid that was, and he went back to the office and told Loeb to bring Kara back. 

Years later I would also be standing in line at the Six Flags Superman ride (probably at a different park location but who knows?) as a youngster and would read the new Supergirl sign that trumpeted that Superman had a cousin who shared all his powers, an update reflecting the new Loeb origin. I thought she sounded pretty cool, made a note to see if my library had any Supergirl stories next time I visited, then got on the Superman ride and promptly lost my glasses like an idiot because I wanted to take them off while I was riding and pretend I was changing from my “disguise” into Superman mid flight. My dad grounded me for this afterwards, but it gave me a funny story to tell at family get togethers and isn’t that what Six Flags is all about?

A month later (and with spiffy new glasses), my mom dropped me off at a new library next to where she worked, and they had one of the best Superman collections I’ve ever seen to this day. I was in heaven and while reading every Superman book I could find (I couldn’t check them out because I didn’t have a card, my mom’s card didn’t cover the area the library was in, and my mom wouldn’t have checked them out anyway since comics were “too violent”), I found the trade collecting Kara’s new origin. I read it and I thought both she and Superman were really cool, and Batman was a  punk who had to beat Darkseid by cheating, the loser. Turner’s art to my young eyes was the best I had ever seen, and the panels got engraved into my brain. 

I still get downright nostalgic whenever I see Turner Superman or Supergirl stuff. I also got my parents to rent the animated movie adaption of the Superman/Batman arc from Blockbuster (remember those?), and that sealed the deal. Seeing Kara hold her own against Darkseid convinced me she was as cool as her cousin. Next time my mom dropped me off at the library next to her workplace, I went looking for Supergirl stuff to read. I found the first volume of her new volume by Joe Kelly taking place after the Loeb arc and dove in.

It was... weird. 5 years later I might have enjoyed it but at the time I was majorly put off. Kara took a secret identity for a day and then ditched it because it was “stupid” and the kids bullied her. She was always getting into fights with Kal, and there was this weird plot that I couldn’t follow about how her dad had sent her to kill Kal, maybe or maybe not? Also she could grow crystals which I thought was dumb, and said she was stronger than her cousin which I couldn’t buy for a second given he looked like he was carved out of marble, and she looked like she relied on sunlight instead of food. I put the volume back on the shelf and kinda gave up on reading the character after that for a while. 

I followed her via the DC wiki updates just like I did Superman, and everything I read seemed dumb and convoluted. She was split in two, moped around a lot, made out with an alternate version of her cousin, and basically just flopped about the same way the rest of the Superfamily did during the 00s. Nothing made me think I had made a mistake dropping Kara until I read the latest update to her wiki page.

I was super into what I was reading about the Busiek/Johns era of Superman online. Lex was back and making a big revenge scheme that involved all the other Rogues! Old Superman Rogues were getting revamped and made cool again! Johns reintroduced Brainiac and made him a big threat, with Kal and Kara teaming up to fight him! Busiek was revamping Prankster and telling big ambitious Superman stories! For the first time in a long while, the consensus on the Internet was that Superman was good again. My “home” library had zero Marvel books and no Superman or Batman books, all their DC stuff was Flash or Green Lantern, mainly written by Johns. Insane to think back on now. My hopes that because Johns was involved with Superman, Superman books would show up at my library were fulfilled. They started bringing in Busiek and Johns collections, and someone there also ordered Sterling Gates’ first volume of Supergirl, and I checked everything out since I was old enough to have my own library card, and my parents were worried more about the violent video games I was playing rather than comics.

I read everything and loved it. I also really liked Gates’ take on Kara. She was still an imperfect teenager but she wasn’t insufferably angsty or constantly fighting with Kal. She was going to give the secret identity another try and Lana had “adopted” her. It’s funny remembering how I enjoyed all that given my current thoughts on how Kara should work, but it was great at the time. I liked Gates introducing new foes for Kara, some classic Superman Rogues adapted for her like Bizzarogirl, others crafted specifically for her like Reactron. Gates’ basically rekindled my enjoyment of Kara the same way Busiek & Johns rekindled my enjoyment of Superman.

Of course it ended terribly like everything Superman-related seems to.

I’ve got a whole post I want to do about New Krypton and what came after. In short that is the most blatant example of “hitting the reset button” that I’ve ever seen. All the potential got wasted, and afterwards everything except Lex’s Action Comics stuff just didn’t appeal to me. Gates got booted off Kara for Nick Spencer who ended up leaving himself later, a promising Teen Titans line-up with Kara on it didn’t happen, and the last proper Pre-Flashpoint Superfamily story was a crappy team-up with Doomsday against Bigger Doomsday (thank God for Cornell’s final Luthor/Superman confrontation at least). When news of the reboot arrived, I was honestly happy. The Superline needed an enema.

Controversial opinion time: I liked New 52 Supergirl. It’s weird because a lot of the stuff I hated about Kelly’s run was here, and a lot of the stuff I loved about the Gates’ run was not. This was angry, moody, emotional Kara again, fighting with Kal and not fond of Earth. But I was in my teens at this point, and I didn’t want happy go-lucky Superman or Supergirl. I wanted my heroes angry, scared of the future, ready to go out there and smash some cars. Morrison’s Action Comics was 100% my jam (still is once I really understood the deeper meaning beneath the work) and this Kara felt like a natural fit for this universe. Plus we got Asrar on art and that guy made it damn pretty to look at, lots of cool science fiction stuff going on, even with the dumb H’el storyline.

I loved all the new Rogues Kara got. I loved her new Fortress under the ocean. I loved how traumatized she was by the loss of Krypton, that she wanted more than anything to go home, that her cousin was like a stranger to her since they had been apart for so long. I found all of that incredibly relatable. A lot of the New 52 Supergirl stories might have been schlock but it was my type of schlock damnit, and I enjoyed it!

I kept with her New 52 series all the way through the Red Daughter Saga (which I loved). As someone who grew up on Johns GL (since that was the only comics my home library had), seeing a Supercharacter join a Lantern Corp was the hypest thing ever. I loved the finale about Kara finally letting go of her anger and losing the ring while smashing her foe into the sun, it was incredibly cathartic for me as an angry teen myself. I finally stopped following her series sometime after since I was no longer enjoying the Superline or really DC as a whole. It wasn’t until I heard that New 52 Superman died and the “old” Superman was back, that I checked back into DC.

DC Rebirth & How I Think Kara Should Work

I did not enjoy Supergirl Rebirth, and I think I’ll talk about my problems with it alongside how I think Kara as a character should work since the two are related. A pet peeve of mine that has formed over the years is this: I don’t like it when Superfamily members get turned into Clark clones. Kon wearing glasses and going to Smallville High. Kara going to high school and being involved in journalism. Jon more or less being written as a copy of his dad personality-wise. I hate that kind of stuff because it’s boring. What’s the point of a Superfamily if everyone is just copying Clark? It also doesn’t fit the characters especially in Kara’s case. Why the hell does she want to be a journalist? Were there journalists on Krypton? I don’t remember ever seeing one! Shouldn’t she want to be, I dunno, a scientist? That seems to have been the El family tradition, wouldn’t she have been groomed for that?

This one-off by Shea is honestly the only acceptable outcome for Kara going into journalism for me. She realizes she’s just copying her cousin and switches to something she wants to do. So Orlando copying the show, which already basically turned Kara into an expy of her cousin, just did not appeal to me at all. What had worked for me under Gates way back when was not clicking for me this time. I wanted to see Kara embody the principles of the S-shield in a different way than her cousin did. So I really enjoyed when Rebirth ended and we moved into the Bendis era with Andrekyo relaunching the title as Kara in space.

Kara in space has always felt like a good fit for me. Unlike Kal I’ve come to believe that Kara really shouldn’t be all that fond of Earth. For him it’s home, but for her it’s just where she ended up after her real home got destroyed. I think Kara works well as a sort of nomad, occasionally making stops back home to Earth to check on her cousin, but otherwise? She’s more comfortable out in space than she could ever be on Earth. Out in space she can be Kryptonian (which is what she should think of herself as in contrast to Clark being torn between his Kryptonian biology and human upbringing, and Jon/Kon identifying as human), be her true self, not have to pretend to be human to fit in. Kara founding a moon refuge was one of the best ideas for her that I’ve seen, I would love if DC made her Future State refugee center on the moon canon. I’m excited for more Kara adventures in space with the upcoming Tom King story.

Also love that her and Krypto are getting tied together, if they don’t want to use Krypto in Superman’s stuff, let her have him! Bring on cosmic adventurer Supergirl!

Personality & Other Traits

Kara to me should be more hot-tempered than her cousin. All the Superfamily members should have a temper in my opinion, I see that as the “Deadly Sin” of Superman and his family. But while Kal is like a simmering pot that will explode if it’s left cooking for too long, Kara is like dynamite. Light her fuse at your own peril because she will go off on you.

I also like the idea of Kara being rash. Kal’s got a maturity that came from over a decade of having to live with Lex Luthor constantly getting away with all his evil schemes. He’s patient because he’s been forced to be. Kara? If you ask for her help she’ll give it, but beware because she doesn’t really care about the long term impacts of her decisions. She’s an invulnerable teenager after all.

Really liked that Venditti Annual where Kara got tutored in history by a reincarnation of Hawkman. Kara having a passion for history is a neat trait, would be nice to see her teach Kal or Jon some Kryptonian lore, or have her lead a Kryptonian holiday celebration for the Superfamily because she’s the only one who remembers how to do it. 

Sexuality wise I know a lot of people ship Kara and Lena on account of the chemistry between the two in the show. I haven’t watched the show myself but I’m fine with making Kara bisexual, the Superfamily could use some LGBT+ rep, and Lena hasn’t done anything of worth as a villain, so undo that and throw the two together. If we’re letting Harley and Ivy get away with murder I think we can let Lena off the hook too, undo the Ultrawoman weirdness and put the two together. Could be fun seeing the two building that moon refuge together.

All in all I think Kara is a great character who is a stronger embodiment of the immigrant experience than even her cousin in some ways. I hope King does a good job with her, she’s treated better than her cousin on the film side, and that overall the 20s are a better decade for Supergirl than the 10s were.

#supergirl #superman #lena luthor #krypto #dc comics

[nayladoodles]

Dream is not okay

It's sad dreammare time y'all, buckle up!

My mind is a wonderful thing at 2am. It provided me with an idea that I'm very sure has been done.

WARNING: MENTION OF SELF HARM AND SUICIDAL THOUGHTS

Tea: Dream is actually insanely depressed due to literally no one from his au or the multiverse caring about him as a person. They only want to use his aura as a "one hit wonder drug" discarding him once they get what they want.

Blue and Ink are not guilt-free in this either even if they don't do it intentionally.

Dream has hobbies like painting, singing and reading (he likes sci-fi, macabre, poetry and, fantasy). He tries to share his talents with the villagers but No. One. Cares. He is a ray of sunshine. All they care about is getting their daily fix. Dream begins to realize that once people get what they want from his aura they'll leave him.

He hates it. He feels used and lonely. He at one point takes a black apple and feels the urge to take the happiness away from the ungrateful. If he can't be happy why should they? He snaps from these dark thoughts in tears realizing he can't takeaway happiness from nightmare who is the only one who deserves it in his opinion.

He carves a box and hides the apple in it. He also keeps a journal about his life.

When he discovers Nightmare is abused and bullied he is heartbroken. He also has no idea how to approach Nightmare without cornering him like his abusers. As a result dream feels horrible guilt and his depression worsens the more Night pulls away from him.

Desperation/monophobia triggers the 'fawn' trauma response causing Dream to do literally anything to keep others by his side even if it makes him uncomfortable.

At one point (though Nightmare doesn't remember this) he tells his brother "You are going to leave me too someday soon and I wouldn't blame you..."

Nightmare eats the apple a month later and Dream finds twisted satisfaction in Night dusting the villagers. Serves them right. Self loathing returns full force as he is turned to stone.

100 years is a long time to stew in regret and self depreciation.

By the time Dream escapes he's even worse than before but once he joins the stars he has little time for depression. Blue figures it out by observing Dream closely though he at first is the same as everyone else using Dream's aura as a pick me up on bad days.

Dream finds Nightmare again and so they fight Dream's fawn response still very much present to the point of accepting bodily harm if it means he has Night's undivided attention.

One X-Event later he has a new bodyguard and life continues as a fugitive. Ink left him like he expected and Blue was dusted by X-Gaster.

Over time Cross uses his aura to re-center himself and begins to lean toward joining Nightmare's group which again Dream expects.

The "betrayal" is nothing life shattering much to Nightmare's dismay. He captures Dream and imprisons him.

Dream's aura progressively balances out Nightmare's crew and castle which satisfies Dream in a weird way.

He does not attempt to escape after being caught the first time (which was just to save face... he didn't truthfully want to escape).

Nightmare rewards Dream's good behavior by removing the magic restraints he had on him. He expects Dream to try and run or summon his weapon but he does not confusing the hell out of Nightmare.

As a reward for not attempting to escape or trying to contact Ink Nightmare lets Dream explore the castle and one day finds him painting in one of the empty rooms. He never knew his brother was so good at it. (O o f). He watches Dream paint for awhile before noticing the line of red dripping down his arm from under the arm warmers Dream wears. It's definitely not paint.

More confusing still to the other guardian is the wave of negativity he felt from Dream after Cross joined him. The other swears he saw Dream's pained smile drop as the portal closed. These waves of negative energy continue to occur whenever he is around Dream. He figures it's his aura causing it but... N O P E.

The next time he finds Dream painting Cross is also there with Killer. They listen as Dream begins to sing as he paints. He has dark circles under his sockets that were not there the previous time Nightmare checked on him. As time progresses Dream begins to look worse for wear like he did when he first arrived in the hideout. 

8 months later Nightmare realizes that his aura has nothing to do with Dream’s worsening state and decides to confront him about the negativity he constantly feels coming from him. Cross suggests he waits for Dream in the room he was given after his 3rd month of being imprisoned without an attempt to escape (He had no reason to lock Dream in the dungeon after the first month but did so to put his crew at ease). 

He goes to Dream’s room but his twin is not there so he opts to wait for Dream to come back. While he waits he notices an open journal on the desk and a ornate box made from cherry wood. The journal has his old emblem on it and the bookmark is one he recognizes as one he gave to Dream before the “apple incident”. Seeing it warms his soul in a way knowing Dream kept it and uses it still. He notices that the marked section has his name in the beginning of the section and that the writing is faded from age. He knows he shouldn’t snoop in his twin’s personal affairs but he is desperate for answers. 

What he reads in the journal is over 300 years of deep self loathing and despair. most of which is centered around the fact that Dream knew about the bullying/abuse Nightmare went through daily and that he was unable to protect his twin. The pages are full of faded tear stains and darker stains that Nightmare is sure is blood. Dream’s deep felt self loathing and bleak outlook shocks Nightmare and he is VERY concerned about Dream’s mental health. 

He sets the journal back to rights reading the recent passages. More deep felt self loathing which is fueled by Dream developing romantic feelings toward his brother or more accurately having previously established feelings resurface. Dream feels like a sick freak for feeling this way about Nightmare and some words have been smudged by tearstains telling Nightmare that he was crying while writing these entries. 

Nightmare can’t help but be flustered slightly by Dream loving him romantically as he too began to feel more than brotherly affection toward Dream which is why he pushed him away scared Dream would hate him for it. It soothes his insecurity that Dream feels the same and he knows he needs to talk with Dream about it so they can both finally be on the same page. 

Another section of the journal is marked with the darker bookmark Nightmare gave him and the whole section radiates very strong negative emotions. Concerned Nightmare carefully flips to it and what he reads nearly makes his soul stop. Unlike the section about him and Dream's emotions regarding him this section is full of Dream’s darkest thoughts. He barely gets through four pages when he finds this

“No one would miss me...Everyone leaves me once they find their ‘happy place’. I...I just want to bite into it and let go but...I can’t...I can’t leave Nighty alone...not when he just properly reentered my life....I love him too much to....”

The rest is indecipherable due to the heavy tearstains all over the page. Nightmare feels his soul stop and his breaths become ragged as he stares at the small box on the desk. 

Dream doesn’t have one...right...? 

He wouldn’t actually consider...?

Nightmare’s soul pounds painfully in his chest.  A sound from outside the room startles him and he knocks the box off the desk causing it to fall open. Inside is a black apple. The world goes blurry around the edges as he panics his chest tightening as he stares with a blown wide eye at the damned fruit. He can’t breath and his ears are ringing as the attack worsens. His own brother...his beloved Dream was actually

c o n s i d e r i n g....?!

Dream returns to find his brother (and crush) having a severe panic attack on the floor as he stares at the apple in the box. He sighs closing it it up and redoing the latch before putting it back on the desk noticing the journal which causes him to panic not knowing what Nightmare read or how much. 

The movement startles Nightmare who turns on his sibling, “WHY DO YOU HAVE THAT?!” 

“Night I...” 

“WHY?!” Nightmare screams tears gushing from his eyes both visible due to shock and distress. 

“ I WANT TO EAT IT SO DAMN MUCH JUST TO FINALLY LET GO BUT I CAN’T TAKE THAT SMALL BIT OF HAPPY AWAY FROM YOU NIGHT! I... I can’t...no one needs me...or cares...” Dream breaks down in tears seeing Nightmare’s other socket . Nightmare pulls Dream close as they both cry. 

“You’re the only one who *hic* cared about me...who *hic* deserves my happy aura. I...I feel so damn used! All people want is a one hit wonder drug and then they leave! Ink...*hic* Cross... *hic* Blue...I can’t do it anymore! That’s why I don’t try to escape. What reason do I have to *hic* do that? What good will it do? No one would miss me if I ate it..” 

“I would miss you! Please don’t m-make the same mistake I did. P-please Dream!” Nightmare sobs as the tar drips off him revealing more and more of his passive form. “I love you so much! I’m s-sorry for pushing you away! I was terrified that the villagers would hurt you and...and of my f-feelings for you. I should have talked to you instead of hiding.” Night hugs Dream tight sniffling and crying into his brother’s shoulder. 

Cue the LONG OVERDUE discussion they both have needed to have for over 500 years to get closure and to figure out their feelings. Dream’s cutting habit is revealed which scares Nightmare even more and he pulls Dream into the bathroom to properly treat them. He tells Dream he has the same habit and has been struggling to overcome it. 

 They end up curled up on Dream’s bed cuddling under the blanket Dream knitted to replace the old one from their AU that fell apart from age. They decide to start dating but agree to take it slow. Their first kiss is soft and sweet. They fall asleep their souls feeling lighter than they had in years. 

Dreamtale belongs to jokublog

Cross jakei

Killer rahafwabas

#dreammare #sad hours #dream sans #nightmare sans #tw sucidal thoughts #tw self loathing #depressed dream #tw self harm #cross sans #killer sans #horror sans #dust sans #Ink sans #dreamtale #bad sans #post x event

[skgway]

1832 Nov., Tues. 6

8 50/..

12 1/2

Fine morning – Fahrenheit 49º at 9 20/.. a.m. – Called up to Wilson the joiner come about the library passage up and down stairs in 1/2 hour – Till 9 giving orders – Then breakfast with my father – Waited for Marian to order about flannel for waistcoats and drawers. Determined to have all ready to be off in January –

Had Washington – To have all the bills next week for wearing, mystal at Southolme etc. etc. – Just saw my aunt for a few minutes – Very kind 2 1/2 pages Letter from Miss McL– [MacLean] (Coll house aros) to say the bay on laurel leaved willows were sent off to Glasgow yesterday week with orders to be forwarded here immediately –

Off at 11 1/4 with Marian to call at the vicarage – There in 20 minutes and sat 1/2 hour with Mrs. Musgrave – Then went with Marian to Walker’s shop to order flannel etc. for things for me in readiness for being off – Hoped I really should be on route in January – Then parted with Marian –

Went to Whitley’s. Bought Hooper’s medical dictionary 25 /. [shillings] published at 28 /. [shillings] and in 50 minutes at Lidgate (at 1 1/2).  Miss W– [Walker] very glad to see me, I having said I should not go till tomorrow – Sat 1/2 hour with her and home at 2 1/2 –

Met Mr. Samuel Waterhouse junior (ætatis 17) at her gate – Stood talking a few minutes while Mr. and Mrs. Lockwood left Miss Walker – Mr. S[amuel] W[aterhouse] just came to her door to ask how she did – She said she should have me to nurse [her] now and really seemed much better and in good spirits. 

Talked of the agreeable surprise of seeing [me] but yet seemed more inclined to talk of business than love. I appeared in more than good spirits. She would think them all put on. And perhaps believe me feeling more acutely than I really did. I kissed her, but in a common way, and she did not push herself to me as yesterday and was more guarded.

She will not give me much reason now either to hope or despair. Her self possession will probably be undisturbed enough. I left her with no pleasant feeling, saying to myself, ‘Damn her. It is an arrow and perhaps a lucky escape.’ I dont think her answer will be yes.  And the more easily reconciled I am the better. Shall I dislike her by and by? At least I shall be more at liberty without her –

Fred Wilson, the joiner, and his man in the library passage at 2 1/2 – 26 or 27 inches lower than my blue room closet but determined not to be beaten with it, and went on – Dusty job to get the studding down –

Had only just managed and given orders what was to be done when James Holt came at 4 5/.. and had him till 6 – Something must be wrong that Mr. Jeremiah Rawson will not let go into their works – Probably they are stealing my coal already – Holt says I should not take less than £200 per acre but if he was in their place he would not give £250 per acre –  

Said I had at 1st asked the price between the 2 leases (£205 and £230) = £217.[pounds] 10. [shillings]. 0 [pence] but had said I should be worse to deal with now – Proposed asking £220 per acre but Holt owned the coal was worth as much now as when sold to Oates and Green and worth quite as much or more to Rawsons than to them (∴ [therefore] I ought to have £230 per acre) –

Owned too that I ought to have more for the coal at the top of the land, for it would make that at the bottom of less value. He thought they had a hundred yards plumbing dip i.e. could get with the water head a hundred yards breadth on this side and alongside the present waterhead driven by Oates and Company – Should shew Mr. J[eremiah] R– [Rawson] the coal plan – Ask him what fields he wanted and might let him Hugh grave field and the coal ungot to the north west of it and to the north east down in a straight line under the cunnery plantation down to the road but not to let him come lower down – 

Owned afterwards it would be as well not to let him come lower than the Cunnery houses, for if he got down to the brook he could throw such a quantity of water upon us – If he did not come lower down than Cunnery houses or the present Wakefield road, I might leave or fence of coal or turn the water, and not be so much injured –

Holt would meet J[eremiah] R– [Rawson] on the ground and see what he wanted – No air pit necessary for the lower bed coal, and not to sell any upper bed but by a separate agreement – Upper bed costs 6 d [pence] a score (corves) more getting than lower bed, and not being able to get it all, obliged to leave posts, makes it not work so much by £50 an acre as lower bed –

If J[eremiah] R– [Rawson] would not let Holt go into his works, I might propose either of the 2 brothers Squire or Tom Lassey of Thornhill, the former steward to Mr. Ingham of Misfield – In making the agreement to have surface measure, and the power to send down people into the works whenever I liked, and to have a clause to prevent J[eremiah] R– [Rawson] damming or turning any water back into the old works after he had got the coal (Had I not better have a bond of indemnity against this?) otherwise he might drown me in water and prevent my getting the coal below where he had been getting and had turned the water –

It was right enough that I should make no allowance for gauls or jumbles or ruttle – Great difference between drawing out at the day and pulling up thro’ a shaft – At their (Holt’s) pit on Swales moor 150 yards deep pulling costs them 18 pence a score; and ropes cost them £15 or £16 a year – One collier may be reckoned to get 25 corves a day for five days in a week – If J[eremiah] R– [Rawson] gets £100 profit per acre it will be quite enough –

Then see according to the following what to ask an acre for the coal –

Making all sufficient allowances there will come out of one square yard 5 corves, which (as J[eremiah] R– [Rawson] sells at 7 d [pence] and 8 d [pence] a corve, average at 7 1/2 d [pence] a corve –

Expense of getting 20 corves (or one score) 4 /. [shillings] to the colliers –

Banksman 1 /. [shilling] a score – wear and tear say 6 d [pence] a score, certainly enough –

Lower bed 18 inches thick – Lightcliffe bed 25 inches thick – Billy stocks paid £260 an acre 5 or 6 years ago for what he bought – This that Hinscliffe is taking must be worth as much – He will have very little to sink – 14 or 16 yards and coals worth less as nearer the surface – But not for being dry – But there is a gaul that throws up the coal near Lidgate (breaks out in the road going up the hill) and there cannot be any coal on this side that gaul near more than a daywork or 2 to get in that field next below the Smith (Hinscliffe’s) –

Speaking of Godley, wished Holt not to let it go for nothing but said I had mentioned it to Mr. Samuel Freeman – Holt said I could employ no one better – He said it was North £80 a daywork but £ a daywork was the outside – ∴ [therefore] the 20 dayworks = £2000 

Carr has been arrested several times lately – Speaking of the cottages on Godley land, Holt knows that the 4 belonging to his uncle George Holdsworth would be sold – Cost £50 each building and £40 the ground – But might be had he thinks for £ 200 – Will inquire and let me know –

Speaking of his farm, some people might buy it at 3 1/2 percent Rent £66 per anum but it would not suit him to buy land at that price – He explained the manner of working coal pits – Asked him to give me an underground plan of a pit in working and asked him to let me know when I could go down with him into one of his pits. I must understand coal-getting before I have done with it – Holts pit at Binns bottom will be ready for working in 2 months from this and I can go in at the day –

Dinner at 6 3/4 – In 1/2 hour wrote and sent at 7 35/.. 3 pages to “Dr. Belcombe York” or rather 2 pages and 3 or 4 lines to him and the rest to his wife, to be torn off and given to her, thanks for her letter and to say yes! I thought black velvet properly garni au blonde (white) would be very becoming to her –

Told him wished I could give a better account of his patient, but she was not worse on his hands, which was marvellous considering the affliction she had had on account of the sudden death of her most particular friend, the news of which had arrived the day after our leaving York – No pills last Thursday – Begged to have them next Thursday – Ask how long they are to be gone on with without interruption – She thought at 1st, but not afterwards, they gave her much physicky pain in her bowels – These last had behaved very well considering the affliction she had been in –

In fact, she believed she could not have been so well now, had she not had his advice – He is ‘in très bonne odeur’ and his patient has faith enough in him – Mr. Day has been and, I suppose, would not let her believe in her own existence without the use of his ointment but ‘ce nous est égal’ – Ask him to write a letter I can shew. Not to spare a little anxiety and to ask whatever questions he knows will be proper. ‘Indeed not say I have the good of your reputation at heart’ –

John’s son Joseph Booth came over with Scott’s head groom to bring 2 perfect horses to Mr. Thomas Dyson of Willow field – Had him (Joseph B– [Booth]) in and spoke to him – He is grown, and improved – Perhaps I shall take him with me abroad – Then writing journal of today – Had John in – He is much pleased and satisfied with his son – Talked to him about his family – To send Charlotte for my aunt, to hear her read and see her sewing so as to be able to judge what she can do and be fit for –

Then my father and Marian just gone to bed. A few minutes with my aunt – Then came back to the drawing room – Read my letter from Vere dated Turin 24 October 3 pages and ends of small sheet (Frankfort paper) – Very nice chit chat amusing letter –

And read my letter from Lady Stuart (Richmond park) enclosing Vere’s 2 last to her – A kind 1/2 sheet full and a few lines on the envelope (franked by Lord Goderich) from Lady S– [Stuart]. These letters put me in spirits. I am better without Miss W[alker] – 

11 1/2 before I had read my letters and written so far of today –

5 corves at 7 1/2 d pence = 37 1/2 d [pence] = 3 1 1/2 per square yard

One score or 20 corves = 12/6 [shillings/pence] expense of getting which = 4 /. [shillings] to the colliers. 

∴ [therefore] 12/6 - 5/6 = 7 /. [shillings] clear gain per score = 1 /. [shilling] to the banksman or per 4 square yards = ./6 [shilling/pence] wear and tear (quite enough) –

At the forgoing rate, 5 corves or 1 square yard = clear gain of 1/9 [pound/shillings], 1 score (20 corves) or 4 square yards = clear gain of 7 /. [shillings] ∴ [therefore]

1 acre or 4840 square yards = at 1/9 [pound/shillings] per square yard or 7 /. [shillings] p[e]r 4 square yards = £423. [pounds] 10. [shillings] 0 [pence]

Now Holt said this calculation would do, and that £100 clear gain per acre was enough ∴ [therefore] if I have £250 per acre J[eremiah] R– [Rawson] has a profit of 423. [pounds] 10. [shillings]. 0 [pence] – 250 = £173. [pounds] 10. [shillings] 0 [pence]

Very fine day – Went up to my room at 11 50/.. at which hour Fahrenheit 49º

[sideways in margin] Sunday 23 December 1832 vide page 231, suppose Messieurs R– [Rawson] to sell at 7 1/2 per corve or 12/6 per score and allow half for expenses, then 48040/4 or 1210 x 6 shillings x 3 d [pence] = £363 + 15. [pounds] 2. [shillings] 6 [pence] = £378. [pounds] 2. [shillings]. 6 [pence], so that paying me £230. [pounds] 10. [shillings] 0 [pence] per acre then remains to Messieurs a profit per acre of £147. [pounds] 12. [shillings] 6 [pence]

#anne lister #ann walker #anne lister code breaker #shibden hall 1832

[ferricadooza]

dig deeper tag game

i was tagged by the lovely @tempolarriefix, thank you serena!!

1. Do you prefer writing with a black pen or a blue pen? either or! the only stipulation is it has to be a uni-ball signo. best damn glide i’ve ever experienced.

2. Would you prefer to live in the country or in the city? if i could live with all of my friends on a huge farm out in the country, i 100% would. otherwise, probably the city. small towns are not my thing.

3. If you could learn a new skill, what would it be? cooking! i’m a terrible cook and i don’t much like it either, which makes it difficult to want to learn haha

4. do you drink your tea/coffee with sugar? tea, yes, but i usually drink my coffee black unless it’s really, really bad.

5. What was your favourite book as a child? nancy drew babey 6. Do you prefer baths or showers? definitely showers!

7. If you could be a mythical creature, which one would you be? a griffin

8. Paper or electronic books? if it’s a book, paper, but i’m not gonna print out all 500 pages of a fic to read, so those are electronic

9. What is your favourite item of clothing? my louis sweats

10. Do you like your name? Would you like to change it? i used to haaaaaate my full name because no one could pronounce it correctly, but it’s growing on me :)

11. Who is a mentor to you? probably my future therapist

12. Would you like to be famous? If so, what for? i want to be infamous. i want to be one of the most hated people in certain circles. probably for defending rpf lmao.

13. Are you a restless sleeper? not lately

14. Do you consider yourself to be a romantic person? mmmmmm no, not really. i think like most people i have my moments, but i think when it comes to relationships, i’d rather just like. have fun with someone.

15. Which element best represents you? fire, although scorpios are supposedly water signs haha

16. Who do you want to be closer to? my friends! most people will tell you i’m emotionally unavailable (which is true) but i’m working on it :) 17. Do you miss someone at the moment? @ltwalls2020 :(

18. Tell us about an early childhood memory. i went to visit my grandparents when i was like? 7 or 8? anyway, they live in texas, and i very vividly remember being on a tarantula farm and one of these massive,1ft diameter spiders escaping from its crate and there being mass panic all around me because it was venomous. when i brought this memory up to my mom when i was about twelve, however, she told me that it had never happened, so uhhhhhh guess i had a very realistic dream that i believed actually happened for 4-5 years. 

19. What is the strangest thing you have eaten? i had a coworker give me some dill flavored peanuts or something similar once and those were an experience, but i haven’t really eaten too many out-of-the-ordinary foods

20. What are you most thankful for? louis tomlinson

21. Do you like spicy food? yes! but i do have my limits haha

22. Have you ever met someone famous? i “met” dan and phil during their second tour if you consider completely freezing and not being able to get a single word out meeting someone

23. Do you keep a diary or journal? no, but i kept a pretty pretentious one (as you do) when i was around 16

24. Do you prefer to use pen or pencil? pen always, unless i’m drawing in which case i prefer charcoal

25. What is your star sign? scorpio

26. Do you like your cereal crunchy or soggy? crunchy

27. What would you want your legacy to be? an instigator, but a loving instigator 28. Do you like reading? What was the last book you read? iiiiiiii mostly read fics these days haha. last fic i read was if i had no love left to give by @kingsofeverything

29. How do you show someone you love them? spending time with them and listening

30. Do you like ice in your drinks? sometimes, but not always!

31. What are you afraid of? rejection, loneliness

32. What is your favourite scent? bakeries

33. Do you address older people by their name or surname? i don’t

34. If money was not a factor, how would you live your life? i would travel and write and visit all of my friends to my heart’s content

.35. Do you prefer swimming in pools or the ocean? pools...i’m afraid of the ocean

36. What would you do if you found $50 on the ground? it would depend on where i was. if i was in a store, i’d take it to their claims dept and leave it in case someone realized and came back for it. if i found it on the sidewalk, i’d pick it up and keep it

37. Have you ever seen a shooting star? Did you make a wish? yes and no

38. What is one thing you would want to teach your children? mmmmmm i can’t even imagine ever having children at this point in my life so i feel like i should pass on this one. 

39. If you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it? i want ‘day by day’ in louis’ handwriting over the inside of my elbow

40. What can you hear right now? you missed my heart by phoebe bridgers and the diluted sounds of my mom on a conference call

41. Where do you feel the safest? in bed

42. What is one thing you want to overcome/conquer? my crippling self esteem issues 43. If you could travel back to any era, what would it be? ancient greece 44. What is your most used emoji? side eyes haha

45. Describe yourself using one word. idiot <3

46. What do you regret the most? ever believing i was straight

47. Last movie you saw? the fear of 13 maybe? great documentary!

48. Last tv show you watched? i’m currently rewatching the vampire diaries hehe 49. Invent a word and its meaning plumify - to humble brag

i’m tagging: @larryscurves, @ltwalls2020, @lightwoodsmagic, @gulsuyu, @chaoticlarents, and @liamslarents

#if you want to! #okay now that i've wasted uhhhhhh half an hour of the time i've been supposed to be writing #back to work #tagged / #long post

[crackimagines]

Massacre - (evil!Byleth AU)

Withering Flower - Chapter 3

AU Masterlist Here!

3 weeks later after wiping out Those Who Slither In The Dark, Byleth finally returns to Garreg Mach Monastery to make it his new base.

However, Imperial forces have occupied it in his absence.

That was going to change.

——

Jeralt’s Battalion Journal - The Massacre of Garreg Mach

After 2 years of wandering all over the place, the Monastery was a sight for sore eyes. It may have been run by the most extreme and insane fools but it sure was a comfy and fortified position.

Though, we didn’t get to casually take in the sights. Civilians were present, more prominently, the Empire had dug their heels into the place, daring anyone to enter.

I bet they were feeling pretty damn confident about how safe they were.

Byleth was more than happy to prove them wrong…

——

3 Weeks Later After Chapter 2…

Byleth flipped page after page of the history of TWSITD. They had been hidden for so long, pulling the strings of everyone, the events dating back to when Sothis was still around in this world.

He frowned upon reading information on Sothis, never getting the chance to ask her about Zanado though, that might have been for the best.

Byleth was only slightly shocked that they were the ones behind the Tragedy of Duscur, linking several keynames like Cornelia and such to who was connected to the King’s assassinations. He made a mental note to start hunting out those who have associated with TWSITD. 

There can be no loose ends.

“Sir?”

Byleth turned to the voice, and it was the Mage who helped Byleth assault the stronghold head-on with the others.

(Byleth) “Ah…Percy, right?”

(Percy) “Yes sir. The War Council is waiting for you.”

Byleth nodded and put the documents in his coat. He walked out with Percy into the camp, watching the soldiers sharpen their weapons.

After a quiet walk they both went into a tent where Shamir, Alois, Leonie, Riddhe and several mages were standing. Byleth nodded at Percy and he left the tent.

(Byleth) “Sorry to keep you waiting. Now, let’s get straight to it. Shamir, what did you and the scouts find out?”

(Shamir) “Garreg Mach was overrun by Imperial forces 2 years ago when we left, and is currently being led by General Randolph. He’s one of Edelgard’s best commanders.”

(Riddhe) “No doubt he’s had plenty of time to look at the Monastery’s defenses and buff them up. Our men are in for a tough fight…”

(Leonie) “We may have lots of mercs but who knows how much Imperial forces are lying in wait once we start approaching?

(Alois) “Shamir, isn’t there a civilian presence as well?”

(Shamir) “Yes. Considering how they’re loyal to the Empire, we don’t know how much militia forces we’ll be up against as well.”

(Leonie) “Then we just need to go in from behind right? I mean sure they’ll be expecting it there, but we have a fighting chance!”

(Riddhe) “True enough miss Leonie, but how many forces will we lose? We have a respectable 250 mercenaries, but they no doubt have way more than we do! If we do win, our defenses will be absolutely pitiful.”

(Mage) ahem “If I may?”

Everyone turned to the mages as the leader of them stepped up.

(Mage) “Commander, I think this would be a fantastic opportunity to start field testing with the technology Those Who Slither left us.”

(Byleth) “…I’m listening.”

Inside Garreg Mach Monastery…

Randolph’s hands slightly trembled while reading the report. This was written by Edelgard herself, stating that someone or something dangerous is out on the prowl. One of the Empire’s most powerful allies was wiped out by having a mountain collapse onto their base.

Bodies were littered outside, mainly consisting of Imperial forces.

“To all Generals in the frontlines and defending the motherland, be vigilant.”

Randolph sighed, silently hoping that this enemy would never come to Garreg Mach, but he couldn’t help but wonder what this threat actually was.

(Fleche) “You read the report too, didn’t you brother?”

He heard his little sister walk behind him, staring at the paper too.

(Randolph) “Are you concerned, Fleche?”

(Fleche) “I’m concerned for you more than anything! What if they hurt you or worse-”

(Randolph) “Hey, don’t think about things like that.”

(Fleche) “That’s why I want to be on the frontlines with you and-”

(Randolph) “No, you’ll be sticking to support. If this enemy is someone dangerous like the Knight of Seiros, I want to make sure that you’re alright when I’m out there fighting.”

(Fleche) “I…” sigh ”I understand…”

(Randolph) “Good.”

(Fleche) “Who do you think this threat is though? It can’t be the Knights of Seiros, you drove them back into Kingdom territory!”

(Randolph) “And the Alliance is too busy fighting amidst themselves. I suppose we’ll find out when the time co-”

SLAM!

The door swung open, an Imperial soldier breathing heavily.

(Soldier) “General Randolph! An unknown enemy is marching towards Garreg Mach from the back entrance!”

(Randolph) “What!? What are their numbers?!”

(Soldier) “It looks to be a small force, about 100 to 200! But the person leading them-”

(Randolph) “I shall see for myself, get the men into position!”

Randolph and Fleche ran for the back gates as Imperial soldiers rushed outside with their weapons.

The two got to higher ground where archers and snipers were setting up, looking at the army approaching. 

(Randolph) “Hold your fire! Do not attack unless they do!”

When Randolph turned from the archers to the army, he saw four figures leading the army.

One was Alois and Shamir from the Knights of Seiros, though from the looks of their forces, it wasn’t the church invading. The vanguard force should’ve been much larger.

An orange haired girl who he didn’t recognize was walking right next—

Professor Byleth.

Randolph was told by Edelgard how lethal he was in combat…But he went rogue from the Church, why was he here?

(Fleche) “Brother, isn’t that?!”

He didn’t say anything, but his face confirmed it for Fleche.

(Randolph) “HALT!”

He saw the professor raise a hand into the air, and the army did exactly what Randolph commanded.

Byleth walked closer to the gate and where the Imperial soldiers formed a blockade. 

Randolph stood on the platform above the gate, looking down at Byleth.

(Randolph) “You are entering territory that belongs to the Adrestian Empire! Leave the premises immediately, or we will open fire!”

(Byleth) “General Randolph, I do not think you are in any position to give me demands.”

(Randolph) “Excuse me?!”

(Byleth) “I will be saying this once. Surrender and have all your forces leave the Monastery. Do that, and I will personally guarantee your safety.”

(Randolph) “What does a force of a mere 200 men have over the Adrestian Empire?!”

He saw Byleth simply sigh and stated loudly enough for everyone to hear.

(Byleth) “It seems that the time for talking is over.”

Everyone aimed their weapons at Byleth, but he didn’t move an inch. 

Randolph looked to see if the mercenaries were taking action, but they remained perfectly still as well.

Then a gust of wind blew out hard from behind, creating an earth shattering blow of thunder as Randolph and the others saw a giant shadow completely overwhelm them.

Everyone turned around and saw the giant standing right before them, a fist coming to swipe them all off like flies.

Randolph grabbed Fleche and threw themselves off the balcony as the giant stone creature swatted the archers off, making them fly off to the side.

The soldiers on the ground turned their attention away from Byleth and charged the golem.

Several soldiers threw their spears at it, making the golem turn around and use its massive shield to deflect the attacks.

(Fleche) “Brother, what is that?!”

(Randolph) “I don’t know! Just get to safety! SOLDIERS, ENGAGE THE ENEMY!”

The soldiers from within Garreg Mach began charging outside towards the mercenaries and Byleth.

As they were about to attack Byleth, the group in front suddenly disappeared in a blur, making the other soldiers stop. 

Looking to their left, they saw the corpses of their allies drop from the sky and an ear piercing screech filled the air.

(Soldier) “What the hell?! Is that a giant eagle?!”

(Soldier 2) “What are these things?!”

They started retreat as the Demonic beast made swooped in again and picked up even more of them.

More Golems started beaming into the monastery, swatting at everyone like flies while the eagles killed the wyvern and pegasus riders.

(Randolph) “We cannot hope to fight this! EVERYONE, FALL BACK!”

Soldiers began to run with Randolph, trying to dodge the Golems crushing everyone in the Monastery.

Byleth and the army slowly started to move up, quiet chatter filling the air besides the screaming and the sound of stones moving.

(Percy) “This isn’t a battle, this is a slaughter…”

(Riddhe) “It’s better for this to happen than risk the lives of everyone. Besides, there’s bound to be far worse battles to come…”

Percy nodded. This entire “fight” was hard to take in, but ultimately it was for the best.

At least this was a mercy kill compared to what they did with the prisoners of TWSITD.

Fleche and a group of soldiers stood near the main entrance, trying to get as many soldiers out the gate as they could.

Fleche was about to run out herself until she saw everyone that was running out got set on fire by artillery strikes.

(Fleche) “WAIT, DON’T GO OUT THERE! THE ENEMIES ARE-”

In the distance, she saw a group of mages cast spells to keep the bombardment up. It was clear the professor did not want anyone to leave.

(Randolph) “FLECHE!”

She turned around and saw her brother and what little forces were following him. Fleche could see the soldiers behind him getting stepped on by the Golem, leaving nothing but red paste in their wake while the giant eagles sent wyverns and pegasi down to the ground, most of the riders being crushed by their mounts.

(Fleche) “We need to run to the trees for cover! The mages are blocking the roads!”

(Randolph) “MEN, WE ARE LEAVING! COME ON INTO THE-”

Right as everyone took their first step, an arrow went into Fleche’s leg making her trip over.

(Soldier) “SNIPER!”

The soldiers tried to form a shield, but were picked off one by one by snipers they couldn’t see.

Randolph held Fleche and put her into his chest as an attempt to shield her from any more attacks.

They both shut their eyes, fearing the worst as they felt the golems close in.

(Byleth) “I’m afraid I did warn you, general.”

They both looked up to see nothing but corpses surrounding them, all their former friends and soldiers bleeding on the ground.

A group of soldiers started marching down the road from the main entrance and towards the town.

(Randolph) “W-WAIT! There’s only civilians down that road! They have nothing to do with us!”

Byleth sighed.

(Byleth) “I know. And it will give me no pleasure for what I am soon about to order.”

(Fleche) “You…YOU DAMNED MONSTER!”

She grabbed her brother’s sword and ran at Byleth, trying her best to ignore the pain in her leg and attempting to stab him in the gut.

(Randolph) “FLECHE!”

Byleth raised his hand gently, and formed a magical barrier that instantly reflected her sword, making her fly back.

Randolph scrambled over to Fleche trying to help her up.

Byleth couldn’t help but feel a bit of irony in this. 

He was using the exact spell Thale prevented Byleth from saving Jeralt.

Here, it was to try and save her brother from a terrible fate.

He found no humor in this twisted turn of events.

Leonie Alois and Shamir walked in behind Byleth.

(Leonie) “H-Hey um…maybe they have a point? We can have the civilians be prisoners-”

(Byleth) “And risk escaping for them to spread word of what we’re up to? Not a chance, Leonie. I don’t find this anymore pleasant than you do, but it’s necessary.”

(Alois) “I…I don’t like it, but I agree too.”

(Shamir) “Hm.”

(Byleth) “If you do not wish to partake, I completely understand. That goes for anyone else that can hear me.”

The reaction was mixed. The mercenaries looked at each other and whispered, while some stepped forward, ready to do what was necessary.

(Byleth) “Riddhe, can you stomach this?”

(Riddhe) “Yes sir.”

Byleth turned to him, looking him straight in the eyes.

(Byleth) “Without hesitation?”

(Riddhe) “Yes sir.”

Byleth nodded, and turned back to Fleche and Randolph.

(Byleth) “Then, make sure no one gets out. Surround the town first for any possible points as quietly as possible, then begin.”

Riddhe and several other squads started filling into a line and moved into the town.

(Leonie) “…”

(Byleth) “Believe me when I say this, Leonie. Death is a mercy.”

(Randolph) “Then…w-why aren’t we dead yet?”

(Byleth) “If you recall, General, I said that I would guarantee your safety if you complied quietly. That did not mean I was going to kill you.”

Randolph and Fleche’s eyes slowly went wide as they saw the mages from down the road start to surround them.

(Byleth) “From this day forth, Garreg Mach Monastery now belongs to the Knights of Nemesis.”

Everyone looked to Byleth as he turned towards the crowd forming around him.

(Byleth) “We shall be the knights to liberate this world from the poison that is the Church of Seiros! We shall stamp out the tyranny that is the Empire! We will crush any who oppose us from reaching our goal to bring order to Fodlan!”

Several mercenaries began cheering out as the golems got into formation, with the eagles landing next to them, everyone forming out into lines of soldiers.

Shamir, Leonie, and Alois stood in front of the soldiers, looking at Byleth.

(Byleth) “FURY SHALL GUIDE OUR BLADES, AND VENGEANCE SHALL BE OUR SONG! DEATH TO THE FALSE PROPHET, SEIROS AND DEATH TO THE FALSE EMPEROR EDELGARD! In the coming years, all of Fodlan will know fear! ALL OF FODLAN WILL KNOW THE KNIGHTS OF NEMESIS!”

(Everyone) 

“OORAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Fleche and Randolph looked horrified as the soldiers raised their blades in unity. This was no ragtag band of mercenaries. This was the most dangerous fighting force they have ever saw.

(Mage) “You have our condolences to know this information and still be alive.”

(Fleche) “H-Huh?!”

The mage talking to them was glad he was wearing a mask.

He couldn’t bear looking at them in the eyes.

(Mage) “This will be the last time you’ll get to see sunlight for a very long time.”

(Randolph) “P-PLEASE! JUST SPARE MY SISTER AND-”

(Mage 2) “Byleth, your orders?”

(Byleth) “Review the documents and perform experiments that wasn’t finished. I’ll be down later to supervise it myself.”

Fleche and Randolph were dragged away screaming into the Monastery as several soldiers and golems accompanied them.

(Leonie) “So…Now the fight really begins.”

(Shamir) “It’s going to be a long bloody war…For them.”

(Alois) “This isn’t going to be justice for us, but the whole world.”

Leonie looked down while Shamir and Alois kept their sights steady on the town.

Byleth put a hand on Leonie’s shoulder and she felt a little bit more at ease.

(Byleth) “Everyone. Thank you for being with me. As you said Leonie…”

“Now the war can properly start.”

………

Percy and the other mages with him were being surrounded by children and their parents.

Percy took off his mask and handed it to a child.

(Kid 1) “Oh cool, your mask looks really scary!”

(Percy) “Haha, well, we do look kinda weird don’t we?”

(Parent 1) “Hey, don’t tell that man that! S-Sorry I-”

(Mage 1) “No worries ma’am it’s alright.”

(Parent 2) “So, you all are imperial forces right? Can you tell me how my husband is doing?”

(Percy) “Um, what’s his name?—”

All the mages including percy suddenly stopped where they were and reached for their heads.

(Byleth’s Voice) “All units, do not be alarmed. We are testing out a long range method of communication with magic. Your squad leaders can directly communicate with me.”

(Percy) “Percy here, commander! What’s our orders for the—” !!!!

The mages slowly turned to Percy.

(Percy) “E-Even the kids?-…Understood.”

Percy slowly reached for his mask, and put it on.

(Parent 1) “S-Son, get back…!”

(Parent 2) “W-What’s going on, are we under attack?!”

(Percy) “…“

Percy’s hands started to glow purple, along with the rest of the squad with him.

——

The Elites of the Fell Star Journal - “Quiet”

What I remember about the rise of the Knights of Nemsis is… 

…Is how quiet it was. 

During the waning hours of the occupation of Garreg Mach, the newly formed Elites of the Fell Star was discreetly transferred to the town.

It was a silent trip. 

We all knew what was about to happen, what we were about to do. 

Did we have any doubts? Any private, traitorous thoughts? 

Perhaps, but no one said a word. 

Not during the briefing not when the order came down, and not when we marched into the town square. 

Not a word.

#fire emblem three houses imagines #fire emblem three houses headcanons #fe3h #fe16 #byleth #evil!byleth #withering flower #leonie pinelli #shamir nevrant #alois rangeld #randolph von bergliez #fleche von bergliez #golden deer #blue lions #black eagles

[creatingnikki]

Dearest Ann,

I’m writing this letter to you after shedding a few tears because today I hurt the person I love the most. I think for a very long time I have been so caught up with everything I don’t have and everything I used to be and everything that will happen to others and not me that I missed being happy and grateful about the blessings I am showered with daily. I wrote a lot of gratitude lists but I guess that doesn’t help one be truly grateful after all. How does this relate to you or this letter? Well, after the kind of day I have had today, I really didn’t feel like writing any love letters. But I went through the answers I had gotten and reading yours gave me that feeling of comfort and joy in the little things that mean the most and they made my heart a little lighter so here I am writing to you right now. Thank you.

When did you start writing a journal? I used to write in disgustingly cute diaries since I was a very young child but I 100% got into it in 8th grade. I still remember the first journal I bought that I actually wrote in every day and filled up all the pages of. It was sometime during August on the day of Raksha Bandhan. It’s a festival here where sisters tie a sacred thread to their brothers. In return, the brothers promise to protect them and give them a gift. Ignoring the sexist notions of it is easy when you have loving brothers (cousins) as I do and a sister who protects you. Anyway, that year they made sure to give me cash as a gift so I could buy whatever I wanted. And then after we were done with all the customs and rituals we went shopping in the evening. That’s when I bought that journal. I filled it up with all the sweet lies the boys I had crushes on then told me. I filled it up with all the words that made me cry. And all the lyrics that help me be sane. And all the poetry that gave me strength. Ever since then, my journaling habit was solid. Of course, once I entered college and grew up becoming busy and less lonely, I stopped journaling every day. But every time I find myself go into a bad place, I reach out to the only real best friend I have ever had – my journal.

What about you? And have you ever been curious to swap your journal with someone else? I used to read about it in books and see it in movies and I always found it so exhilarating. The idea of doing that gave me more of an adrenaline rush than any adventure sport like sky diving could. The thought of trusting someone with my most innate thoughts and feelings had to be the most courageous thing ever. I think the fear that no one will like me if they actually knew who I really am has been ever present. What about you? What does journaling mean to you? Either way, I do hope it provides you comfort and relief from this ever crazy world.

On a lighter note, Ann, I have been keeping this really tiny journal where I don’t really write as much as I jot down quotes and poetry and words that I come across that hit me. I also randomly illustrate and it’s half-filled now and every time I flip through it, it gives me such joy that I know makes life worth figuring out for. Shall I share something from it with you?

For you who said you eat a lot because you’re lonely For you who said you sleep a lot because you’re bored For you who said you cry a lot because you’re sad

I write to you. Chew your concerned feelings like rice. Because after all, your life is something you have to digest.

- Rice by Chun Yang Hee

It’s translated from Korean so suffice to say a lot of its flow is lost in translation but damn. It hit me. Every sentence from the first stanza made me cry. Whenever we do something irrational people think it’s because we’re crazy. No, you fools, it’s because we are hurting! That’s why we overeat. Oversleep. Cry all the time. But if we have poetry that gets us, souls (people and dogs) that love us unconditionally and wisdom to know that that’s all that truly matters, we will be okay. Right?

And you…you have the strength to do all of that because you have the strength to recognise love even when it’s not requited. So it comforts me to know that you will live a good life – that you already are. Coming home after work to your family and dogs who love you, collecting plushies (love) and journaling, Ann, you’re living a wholesome life and that makes me so happy. Today, I borrow some of that strength from you and promise the universe that I will actively focus more on the things that matter.

To a good life, Ann

Love, Nikki

PS I would love watching Detective Conan! I think that was one of the first anime shows that I fell in love with. The only episode I vividly remember is when he and his friends enter an apparently haunted house and end up finding a mother and son who live there in hiding because the son had killed his father. Do you remember that one?

PPS I highly recommend you to check the Netflix show ‘Anne with an E’. It’s about a smart, brave and fierce girl Anne. And even though you’re Ann without an E, I have a feeling that you’re just as brilliant.

Guys, February is 29 days of love letters. I’m writing love letters, as part of The Love Project, and if you’d like me to write one to you, drop me an email at [email protected]

There are 7 more spots left, and you can still be a part of it if you’d like :D 

I wrote this letter for Ann based on some questions they answered. You can read the questions and their answers here. 

#the love project #29 days of love letters #letter 7 #love letters #let me write you love letters #let me write to you #happy valentines day #valentine's day #valentines day #journalling #hope #creatingnikki

[mirandamoonmagick]

Pick-a-Card Reading: What’s happening in August, 2019?

I’m so excited to be doing this next pick-a-card reading with my new Black Moon Astrology, Oracle Cards. This month is going to be powerful. No matter what you have going on in your life, the energy’s are amplified. I chose all unpolished crystals for this reading, because I feel like the collective energy is all about speaking, and living your truth this month. To see more specifically what’s happening for you, pick from groups 1-5 (left-right) using your intuition. Then keep reading to see your message.

Thank you all so much for your continual support in these, and I hope this reading is able to help you in some way. If you’re interested in a personal Tarot, or Pendulum Reading, feel free to message me.

Love and Light, Miranda <3

Group 1, Aventurine: 

For this group, a beautiful new creative opportunity is coming for you in August. I hear “breaking away from convention.” This almost feels like something you don’t even fully know you’re capable of doing yet. Kind of like a hidden talent, that’s hidden from yourself right now as well. Not for any reason other than it just not being the right time to show itself, but whenever this cosmic blessing comes, you’ll see it all so clearly. You’re being asked to take strong action in whatever this creative opportunity is. Don’t turn down any offers just out of you not feeling confident in yourself. This is probably going to be a very busy month for you, but just trust. Make sure to take some time out if you need it, and do some grounding. Every step you’re taking this month is spiritually guided, and leading you to where you need to be. I get strong Air, Leo, and Pisces energy with this group. The full Moon this month might spark a pivotal change as well. 

Group 2, Rose Quartz: 

For this group, it’s feeling like a revelation is going to come really quickly, and just as fast you’re going to take action to get what you want. There’s really strong Fire energy in this group, specifically Leo, and Aries, as well as Virgo. You could be a Leo with Virgo in your chart, or vise versa (if so happy birthday ). You might be single currently, but in August I feel like you’re really tired of just waiting, and you’re going to be going quickly towards what, or who you want. You’re saying the things you might have been scared to say before, and I’m just getting a “fuck it” mindset. I hate to get rated R in these, but there’s a strong sexual energy with this group as well. I don’t feel anything romantically serious in August for you, but something’s definitely happening if you know what I mean lol. 

Group 3, Citrine: 

For this group, getting out into nature is going to be really important for you in August. My cat is sitting next to me while I’m reading for this group, so animals might be really healing for you as well. There’s a strong need for you to just take a step back during this time, and do some spiritual work. If you don’t already have a practice you do like meditation, or journaling, or practicing the law of attraction in some way, spirit is encouraging you to pick one up. Keep in mind that listening to music, working out, and even crafting can be meditation. “Pressing reset” is what I’m hearing for this group. It feels like you’ll be coming out of a period of stagnation in August, and doing these practices, even though it feels like moving backwards, in the long run is going to move you forward. There’s a lot of water energy, and emotion here, so remember things don’t just heal overnight. It all takes work within yourself, that no one else can do for you. Cancer season might have been pretty tough for you, with this Mercury Retrograde happening as well. Trust the process though, and what the Universe has planned. It’s much more than what you can see right now

Group 4, Clear Quartz: 

For this group, I got quite a bit of anxious and confused energy as I was shuffling. It feels like in August there’s a warning of some sort of self sabotaging defensiveness that could happen. It’s almost like you could be projecting your own struggles onto other people, and that kind of starting some argument. “Eating your words” is what I’m hearing, so make sure you think before you speak this month. Communication is a huge thing for you in August, so if you feel something you really need to speak, make sure you’re saying it in a way that won’t hurt someone’s feelings. It kind of feels like “damned if I do, damned if I don’t,” but one damned is definitely worse than the other. I hope that makes sense. Try to communicate without getting too loud and confrontational this month. I keep seeing a telenovela with the drama that could be happening lol. There’s strong Air and Fire in this group, specifically Leo and Aquarius possibly. This could be speaking more so to opposing personalities, or signs though. 

Group 5, Amethyst:

For this group, you’re probably already in a relationship right now. I get strong Libra, Gemini, and Fire energy with this group. If you’re with someone romantically right now, I see everything going pretty smoothly, and being balanced. It’s like you’re both on the same page, and everyone’s happy. The only advice I have for you, is to make sure you’re splitting responsibilities evenly. Like chores or money, all that fun relationship stuff lol. This is 100% a soul connection you have with this person. I don’t really know what else to say with this group, it’s so positive lol. Just look at the cards. I will say though, there could be a little bit too much time you’re spending with each other. Remember, it’s okay to do things independently as well. Sometimes doing that, and meeting back up at the end of the day can make the connection even stronger. If you’re not with someone right now and you chose this group, that’s definitely coming in August.

#pick a card #pick a card reading #pickacard #pickacardreading #witch #witchcraft #witchblr #witchy #witch community #divination #divination community #tarot #astrology #zodiac #horoscope #tarot reading #tarotreading #tarot readings #pick a card tarot reading #pick a card tarot #Aries #leo season #virgo season #pisces #leo #Aquarius #virgo #tarot community #universe #crystals

[we-are-the-rebellion]

The Little Things

//I’ve wanted to write this for a long time and just never have, so enjoy! or not, that’s fine. art is subjective. 

Warnings: pregnancy, c section mention, cheating mention, and worst of all... babies. 

Word count: lots

Synopses: Four sets of new parents react to having baby sons.

Tag: @thereasontherumisgone 

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Date: 5/2/174

Location: Apartment Block 9F, Toronto, Ontario-Quebec Region

   Yoshikazu Hirayama lovingly ran his hand over his wife Katrina’s pregnant belly.

   “Akemi.” he suggested. She laughed.

   “What does Akemi even mean?” she asked, laying her hand over her husband’s. He shrugged.

   “I don’t know.”  Katrina put her arm over his shoulders and thought about it.

   “Do we have to come up with a name tonight?” she wondered, feigning exhaustion. Yoshikazu looked appalled.

   “Kat, the baby is due any day and we haven’t thought about what we’re going to name him!”  She laughed, leaning into his shoulder.

   “I know, I know. But Kazi, it’s late, and you haven’t suggested any good names.” she sighed, looking up at him. He kissed her forehead.

   “That means we have to get through as many of these names as fast as possible so you can get to bed.” he purred, nudging his wife’s nose with his own. She groaned.  “How about Yuji?”

   “I don’t know. This is too hard.” she complained. 

   “If you want, I can go find the book.” he offered, playing with a strand of her hair.  “My only wish is that we pick a name from it. My grandpa would be turning in his grave if he knew that any descendant of his didn’t have a name from the old world.”

   The “book” was really an old journal with a bunch of names written down from one of the old cultures. As the story went, the Hirayama family didn’t want to lose their culture, so they wrote down the name of every member of their family and friends in this book so that future generations could name their children after them and the history wouldn’t be lost. It was also well known that the story was heavily exaggerated. It didn’t matter to Yoshikazu what the names in the book meant or if they actually meant anything, it simply fascinated him that he had the ability to keep his great great grandparents’ culture alive in some way just by having a name that came from that old world. Nobody remembered what Yoshikazu meant, but he loved it. He imagined men from the old world named Yoshikazu. Would they be fighters? Lovers? Shop owners? Were they kind? Did they keep pets? How did they feel when the bombs started to fall, how much fear, how much anger, how much grief? His name was a fragment of a time that could never be gotten back, and he wanted his son to have a fragment of that time too. 

   He came back out to the living room with the book.

   “How about Ren?” he asked. Katrina exhaled slowly.

   “I don’t think I like that one.”  He sat down next to her again, flipping back and forth in the book. The names weren’t in alphabetical order, which was slightly irritating, but he had flipped through it so many times, dreaming of the old world, that he almost knew every page by heart.

   “Kenji.” he said, his finger tracing along the faded and time worn paper. Katrina looked at the page.

   “I like that one, actually.” she mumbled, yawning and nuzzling into her husband’s shoulder. Yoshikazu beamed.

   “Then Kenji it is.” he grinned, putting the book on the coffee table and wrapping his arms around her shoulders.  “Kenji Hirayama.”  Katrina smiled.

   “What do you think our son will be like?” she murmured, closing her eyes.

   “If he’s anything like you, he’ll be a stubborn workaholic.” he teased, threading his fingers through her wavy hair. She chuckled softly.

   “And if he’s anything like you he’ll try and argue with everyone he comes across.”  Yoshikazu scoffed.

   “I do not do that.”  She half opened her eyes, a knowing smirk plastered on her face.

   “When I told you I was pregnant you tried to debate me on whether or not I was 100% completely positively sure.”  He laughed at the memory, blissfully reminiscing.

   “That was because I know that I always made sure we had protection.”  She rolled her eyes.

   “I’m nine months pregnant with your son and you’re still insisting the condom didn’t break. I can’t believe I married you.” she muttered, a soft smile pulling at her lips.

   They both sighed happily.

   “I love you.” Yoshikazu hummed.

   “I love you too.” Katrina mumbled back, already dozing off.

   “And I love you too, Kenji Hirayama.” he whispered, gently rubbing Katrina’s stomach as he felt sleep pulling at his eyelids as well.

__________________________

Date: 10/1/175

Location: Allen Residence, Ottowa, Ontario-Quebec Region

   Michael Ashworth cursed and tossed his phone onto the table in front of him. His younger sister Genevieve looked up at him from across the room.

   “Now what?” she muttered, taking a long sip from her cup of tea.

   “Evangeline just went into labour.” he snarled, rubbing his forehead. Genevieve shrugged.

   “Then get to the hospital and hold her hand while she screams. Pretend you were caught up with work.” she said casually, grimacing at the taste of her drink. Michael growled.

   “How is this so fucking simple for you Viv? I slept with my assistant last night and now my wife is in labour!” he shouted, banging his fist onto the table.

   “Stop making such a big deal out of this. You slept with that girl, so what? Just go and sit by Evangeline’s side while she gives birth and pretend like your marriage is perfect.” she sighed, rolling her eyes. Michael stood up, knocking the chair over, and started pacing around his sister’s dining room.

   “Maybe you can just have affairs left and right, Genevieve, but I’m not like that! Fuck, the only reason I did it is because Evangeline is pregnant and she didn’t want to do anything until the baby was born, and now every time I’m going to look at the little brat I’ll think about how I fucked around behind his mother’s back with my twenty year old secretary!”  Genevieve sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. Life, she missed being able to smoke. She hated being pregnant.

   “It doesn’t matter. Go and have your tantrum somewhere else. The nanny is going to be home soon with Max and Gena and I don’t want them to see their uncle acting like a melodramatic fool.”  Michael clenched his jaw, the muscles in his face twitching.

   “Of course you don’t. Leader forbid you give me advice on how to get away with infidelity around Max! I’m still fucking shocked that Elijah hasn’t asked for a DNA test, seeing as the boy he’s been raising as his son has no physical traits in common with him!” he barked, grabbing his phone off the table and storming out.

   Genevieve walked over to the sink in the kitchen and dumped out the rest of the disgusting tea. She couldn’t care less about his infidelity, or her own. It was just a fact of life, no need to get upset.

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Date: 25/8/177

Location: Sharp Residence, Toronto, Ontario-Quebec Region

   Nathaniel Sharp Sr proudly lifted his newborn son into the air.

   “Careful with him dear, he’s only a few weeks old.” his wife Erin chuckled, laying on the couch. Nathaniel grinned and pulled the tiny baby to his chest.

   “He loves it. Don’t you little Nate? Yes you do.” he cooed, cradling his son and smiling as the baby gurgled happily. He couldn’t imagine being a prouder man.  “I made this thing.” he said with pride, showing off the baby to his wife. She cocked an eyebrow and sat up.

   “Oh really? You made him?”  Nathaniel chuckled, passing the baby off to her. 

   “I helped.” he insisted, sitting down next to her. She shook her head and took her baby son, cradling him in her lap. As she held him, he started to cry.

   “Oh, are you hungry baby? Come here.” she said softly, lifting him up and pulling down her shirt so he could breastfeed. Nathaniel smiled, leaning his head on her free shoulder. 

   “I love you.” he murmured, kissing the side of her neck. She hummed quietly.

   “I love you too.”  

   When Nathaniel Jr finished breastfeeding, she pulled her shirt back up. Nathaniel Sr sighed.

   “Damn it. I wanted a turn.” he sighed, grinning. Erin pushed him away, laughing. 

   “You don’t need to suck on my boobs to stay alive, baby Nate does.” she said, gazing down lovingly at her son resting against her chest.

   “Grown up Nate needs your boobs to stay alive too, just in a different way.” Nathaniel replied with a pout. She rolled her eyes. 

   “You can have full access to my chest once our baby is old enough to be away from me for five minutes without crying.”  Nathaniel grinned, pressing his lips to his wife’s cheek.

   “Deal.”

__________________________

Date: 9/10/215

Location: Toronto General Hospital, Toronto, Ontario-General

   Liberty Pryce slowly woke up, exhausted and hazy from the anesthetics. Something had gone wrong while she was giving birth and needed a c-section, so she had been put out. As she came to, she heard muffled voices arguing outside. She looked and saw her husband, standing just outside her hospital room, angrily shouting at her doctor and a couple of anxious looking nurses. She was confused. Why was he so angry? 

   “William?” she mumbled groggily. One of the nurses noticed she was awake and scuttled over to her side. William and the doctor quickly followed behind.  “What’s going on?”  William glared at the nurses.

   “These morons lost our baby!”  

   “Now hold on-”

   “No, you said that you wanted to do some test on him, and he still isn’t back! How the fuck do you lose a child, are you completely incompetent?” 

   Liberty felt panic wash over her body.

   “My baby... Where’s my baby...” she muttered, her breaths coming ragged and uneven. Her husband leaned down and squeezed her hand.

   “I’ll find him. And then I’ll make these bastards pay for this.” he whispered, tilting her head up to look at him. She choked out a sob.

   “My baby... He’s out there... Oh life, my baby...” she cried, clinging onto his shirt as an anchor. William glared daggers at the doctor.

   “Find my son, or I’ll have your ass thrown over the wall.” __________________________

   Yoshikazu rushed into the hospital room, out of breath and anxious.

   “Katrina...” he panted, falling by her bedside.  “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry... I’m so sorry I missed everything...”  Katrina smiled and put her hand on his arm.

   “You didn’t miss much. I screamed a lot and there was blood.”  He frowned. 

   “I missed the birth of my second son. I should have been here.” he sighed, pushing his messy hair out of his eyes.  “Where is he?”  

   “They said that there was something a little off about his heart, they took him to go check it out.”  Yoshikazu’s eyes went wide. 

   “He has something wrong with his heart?”  Katrina shook her head.

   “They said not to worry, it was probably nothing. But they just want to be sure.” she reassured him, squeezing his arm. He nodded, anxiety clouding his mind. Surely it was nothing.

__________________________

   After the worst ten minutes of Liberty Pryce’s life, ten minutes of panic unlike anything else she had ever imagine she could experience, two nurses walked in cradling a crying, newborn baby. Liberty practically threw herself out of bed to take her infant back.

   “Oh! Oh my baby, my little baby, Carson. Carson...” she sobbed, stretching out her shaking arms to hold her son. William sat down next to her, putting his arms around her shoulders and looking down at his son as he cried. He held his wife and son, tears brimming in his eyes, tears of relief. Of joy. Nothing was going to hurt his baby, not now. Not ever.

__________________________

   “Look who’s back!” cooed a nurse softly as she brought back Katrina’s newborn son. She gently laid him into his mother’s waiting arms. Katrina smiled and took back her son.

   “You should hold him, Kazi.” she said, beaming up at her husband. Yoshikazu smiled and took him into his arms.

   “Hi...” he whispered.  “Jiro. My son.”  Tears brimmed in his eyes. 

   “Jiro Hajime Hirayama.” Katrina said softly, cuddling up to her husband as he cried over his new son. Jiro coughed and sputtered, opening his eyes. Yoshikazu chuckled softly.

   “Hey... He’s got blue eyes.” he said, excitedly looking over to Katrina.  “Like your dad.”  Katrina leaned over and looked. 

   “Heh... I guess I must have been too tired to notice earlier. He does.”  She softly ran her hand over the baby’s head.  “He’s so special, he’s got his grandfather’s eyes. The prettiest little eyes.” she whispered softly, kissing her son’s forehead.

   “Careful sweetheart, Kenji is going to be jealous.” Yoshikazu chuckled, handing Jiro back to Katrina.

   “Speaking of which, where is he? You told me he didn’t want to come.”

   “He’s with the neighbor, Mister Spiorad.”  Yoshikazu laughed.  “I told him he was going to miss meeting his new baby brother and he told me that he didn’t even want a brother.” 

   Katrina laughed with him.

   “Oh, well. I bet he’s going to be a great big brother once he meets little Jiro.”  She smiled and leaned up, pressing a kiss to her husband’s cheek. Yoshikazu turned his head so she was kissing his lips. He loved his wife, and he loved his two sons. He would do anything for his family. Anything.

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Overdue end of the Lockdown Diary…

Day 55

I’ve taken to swimming in the bleached pool in hopes that the chlorine will substitute for a soap scrub under the cold-water tap. My frog-kicking feet strike the bottom in the shallows, so I make little doggie-paddling circles in the deep end. Still, there’s sun and sparkle and the natural mood lift that comes from being buoyant. It’s a nice break from spreadsheets. I sit my glum cluster down in front of my endlessly-updated google docs and review home repairs and car searches and trade recriminations about why we still don’t have hot water. We try to leave these pleasantries out of our virtual Sunday coffee with our missing member. It’s enough of a stretch as it is.

Day 56

Soon I’ll need to wear smart tops with my pyjamas like all the other WFHers, I tell my girlfriend. I’ve just had a meeting on Microsoft Teams. The topic: IKEA PAX closets.  It’s the type of unfunny joke designed to point out just how much damn work I’m doing to sort this house out. I check The Portugal Resident for the latest on beach protocol. Good news! No sign of policed beaches with surveillance drones swooping overhead. The worst limitation for some people is only being allowed a half-day sun lounger rentals. But I’m not cheered. Immediately on opening the article, two advertisement banners have appeared trying to sell me funeral insurance. Must have for expats 40+! Jesus Christ. What have I got myself into?

Day 57

We have hot water!

My longed-for bath is anticlimactic. It’s suddenly in the high 20s and I’m already plenty warm. And perhaps I’m not feeling so fragile anymore. It’s been a week since I unpacked anything, but now I bustle about listening to Radio 6 Music. Synth music recommendations are punctuated by hourly news flashes about soaring unemployment sign-ons, inadequate testing, and Trump’s latest mad cure claims. Lauren Lavern does her ‘House Music’ feature. Was ever a concept – to submit videos of your household appliances making music – better suited to our times?

Today we have an ear-and-nose clipper that sound like the opening to Gomez’s Get Miles, a squeaking garden gate that heralds Funkin’ for Jamaica by Tom Browne, and two hard-working dishwashers. Once unheard as they slogged away overnight, these machines are now part of the daytime soundscape. The one in York plays Waterloo Sunset as it starts, while the other’s mid-cycle interruption notification sounds like My Girl.

Hopeful dishwashers, declares Lauren.

Day 58

I fill my fountain pen with ‘Sargasso Sea’ blue ink for some fiction scribbling. My yoga and writing sessions are the one sacrosanct creative space in the week. But, last time, I used the hours to shop online for sheets. I guess I was desperate for tangible comfort. For something that would claim the bare bed and empty room upstairs as mine. Now, they’ve arrived.

I’ve gone full Byron Bay. Unbleached 100% linen. Ooooh, enthuses a friend, you could use the flat sheet as a tablecloth if you have a big dinner party in the garden. We clearly follow the same Instagram threads. I make a bedside light with an old tomato sauce bottle, removing the supermarket discount brand label – PorSi – with olive oil, then stuffing a length of fairy lights inside and finally knocking a jagged hole in the lid with a screwdriver.

Day 59

A single construction worker has returned to the abandoned building site across the road. He’s placed a blue beach umbrella beside the new pool making it look as if he’s having a party for one.  In February, they drove a digger over the property wall, scooped out an Olympic amount of red earth and left. Outside the hotel on the corner I spot another lone worker lying full stretch on a second-floor wall and leaning out into space to wrestle a weed from a drainage spout. The hotel lobby is shrouded in white sheets like an aristocratic home shut-up for the off-season.

I show off my new haircut on Zoom at that night’s quiz. I booked the long-coveted cut on a facebook page filled with pictures of faceless women getting their roots retouched. The stylist wore her plastic apron medical style, while mine was tied up tight about my neck for the wash. She then slipped the neck ties through the ear loops of my mask, pulling it tight and low, before starting with the scissors. Ingenious.

No one’s even getting up at 8pm to clap the NHS anymore.

Day 60 - The End

I thought there would be more closure. More definite boundaries to the lockdown state. That I would know where it started and where it ended. I imagined concluding my lockdown journal when I was reunited with my girlfriend. A classic fade-to-black moment at the airport arrivals gate. My new beginning implied by a swirling shot of us embracing. We’re not together, but time is moving again. I’ve felt it ticking for this past week or more. I’m no longer in the state of suspension so evident in the UK.

The day is punctuated with delivery vans pulling up. Workmen tromping in. Renovating a house is an occupation focussed on tangible targets. Befores and Afters of predictably startling difference. There’s very little room for subtle observation. And, aside from flashes of existential crises when you realize that you’ve just spent an hour seriously discussing the pros and cons of detachable kitchen taps, your consciousness does not shift an inch.

Or maybe that’s just me. All I know is that I was a part of the lockdown masses in the UK. Now I’m a corona tourist. I do a final check-in with the live webcam of falcon chicks in Warsaw that’s proved a strange bond with my stranded girlfriend. The chicks are now enormous, unattractive mounds of mottled feathers and down. One stretches its wings. Testing. I swear it was just the other day that its stubby wings caused it to overbalance and topple over.

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