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sugarlywhispers · 1 year
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b.katsuki + doctor!wife saves his life
☆— fem reader, ANGST, fluff, swearing, descriptions of blood and medical procedures.
☆— a/n; i wrote this a while ago, and i apologize beforehand for any mistakes. i'm not a doctor.🙃
☆—context; reader and bakugou have an arranged marriage. reader is quirkless, but her parents aren't. a business made by his parents and hers made them end up married. bakugou and reader have hated each other since they met; however, lately they had improved their relationship a lot by this moment.
☆—context2; let's pretend for the sake of this fic that morphine and nitroglycerin don't work well together, and it's deadly when combined. you'll understand why in a bit. *wink wink*
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"Miss Y/L/N, you are needed in the ER urgently. Please, direct yourself here. I repeat, Miss Y/L/N…"
You looked up from the wound you were checking on one of your patients in the ICU to the speakers of the hospital. The voice even sounded urgent, which was kind of unsettling and strange; however your movements didn't hurry. You realized the severity of the call when one of your colleagues entered the room and urged you to hurry and go while she would take your place in caring for the patient you were currently with.
And it felt like a bucket of cold water when you saw Uraraka standing at the door of that room, looking all beaten and tears streaming down her face.
Oh, no.
The only reason she would be here looking like that was because of a fight that ended badly with some villain, like any other hero would likely be there, at the hospital for. However, the fact that she was there, looking for you specifically…
It only meant one thing.
Bakugou.
The next thing you knew is that you're running. The voice of your boss in the very back of your mind nagging at you, "do not run in the hospital!"; but you couldn't care less. Especially not now. You could also hear Uraraka running behind you too with some difficulty; and you felt a bit bad about that. She was also hurt and you should have attended to her wounds, yet he was the only thing you had a mind to care for at the moment.
When you entered the ER, it was chaos. Pro heroes, injured all around the place; even Izuku was sitting on a gurney, a nurse stitching a new open wound in his right arm, face bloody and bruised, dirt all over him. Kaminari was laying on the one next to him, also bruised and passed out.
As your eyes traveled throughout the whole place, you realized every Pro Hero you knew was there, everyone who had belonged to Class A especially. But you couldn't find Bakugou.
All the air in the room felt scarce when you saw Kirishima move around and discuss something with a doctor in one of the private rooms.
Oh, fucking no…
Everything seemed to move in slow motion as you directed yourself there, the beatings of your heart deafening you almost completely, your attention solely in that room where you knew for sure Bakugou was in.
When Kirishima saw you entering the room, he immediately stood close to you, his face also bruised and bloody and dirty, eyes full of tears that fell through his cheeks. He grabbed you by your shoulders and begged you to do something. But your eyes didn't leave the man, your man, laying there, unconscious, blood that slided from his head towards his face; one of his eyes was bloody and swollen and his left shoulder was dislocated. You could hear the bone going back to its place when another specialist put it back.
But your attention was on the monitor, where it showed his vitals getting lower and lower. Another doctor was doing CPR on him, which meant his heart was giving up.
"Y/N, please…"
Kiri's voice sounded very far away, when you could still feel him right in front of you, his hands starting to shake your whole body.
"Please, Y/N, do something!"
The movement of a doctor that suddenly held a syringe close to Bakugou and Kirishima's yell brought you back to your senses.
"DO NOT FUCKING MOVE!" You exclaimed, realizing what all of that scenario was about.
They were about to put Bakugou in a medical coma; and Kirishima and you knew what that meant. Morphine. They were about to inject morphine on a body that mostly had nitroglycerin inside. They were about to kill Pro Hero Dynamight, a.k.a. Bakugou Katsuki, a.k.a. your husband.
Kirishima sighed deeply, relief kicking inside his body as he cried, while everyone froze looking at you surprised. You immediately moved next to Bakugou as you checked on his vitals, your doctor skills possessing your body as you tended to him fast and meticulously and scolded at the same time at the other doctors for not realizing sooner their mistake that almost took your husband's life.
"But, if we can't put morphine on him, how do we take care of him?" You want to swear from there to hell at that doctor. He was obviously new, but he was asking what probably everyone was wondering. And you couldn't blame him for that.
Your mind started to run at two hundred miles per hour, trying, begging for it to find a solution.
Nothing.
"Y/N…" Kirishima called, still crying.
Nothing.
Your eyes filled with tears, so you closed them.
"Y/N," he called you again.
Nothing.
The air that went inside your lungs started to burn, and the exhale hurt your chest heavily.
"Y/N!"
"Shut up!" You yelled back.
All the blood in your body rushed to your chest and head, a pounding pain annoying your process of thinking. You hated-...
You opened your eyes suddenly. 
The blood.
"Blood," you whispered. "He needs a blood transfusion, NOW!"
"Y/N, we don't have his blood type available…"
"What?!" It's both yours and Kirishima's yell, at the same time.
"Fuck," you finally cursed.
And then it enlightened you.
"Connect me," you said as you moved, putting tubes and cables around you and Katsuki. Another doctor asked what you are talking about, "I have the same blood type. Connect me to him, that way his blood renews constantly as you heal him. It will help him stay."
Your relationship with Bakugou was complicated; hell, complicated didn't even hold the entirety of what it was. Having had an arranged marriage, hating each other's guts since the very first day you met, really didn't help you two get along well.
But he kept his promise to protect you, to provide for you. To be there for you, always.
Every day, he woke up first and always left you breakfast ready for when you finally got up, sometimes lunch too; he would always send a text message during the day reminding you to eat, to take a break here and there–in his own way, of course, full of swears and contemptuously.
You never backed away though, you always answered something annoying back that surely started another fight, another discussion between you too.
However, it didn't matter the fight, or what was said in that fight, Bakugou would always stay.
He would always lay in bed next to you at night; if the fight heated up too much, he would go on a run to cool himself down, but he would always come back home.
He would always stay next to you.
Kirishima was asked to leave the room as everyone started moving around you and his best friend, he saw as a cable connected directly your blood with his. He didn't really know what that meant, but he knew something. No matter how much you two fought, or how different you two were…
You loved him.
And he knew Katsuki loved you.
Even when none of you had admitted it yet.
But everything was confirmed to him when he heard you whisper at Bakugou, "Stay, please stay."
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Bakugou Katsuki felt as if a brick wall fell onto him. And that was a new experience. He had been thrown at walls and through walls, but never one fell over him.
And it fucking sucked.
The white hospital lights hurt his eyes when he tried to open them, and there came all the other feelings. His left shoulder burned and felt tight–it didn't take him much to understand that it probably had been dislocated and the tightness probably came from bands that held it so any kind of movement wouldn't interrupt the process of healing. His legs felt like gum, like even if he tried to move them, the heaviness wouldn't allow it; but they were there, he could feel them, so that was good. His chest though…
It felt so heavy, probably if he paid enough attention he would be able to see the beatings of his heart through the scarred skin. He wanted to grunt annoyed at everything.
He then realized that among all the cables and tubes that were connected to him, there was one that made him feel a bit tingly, because he could feel whatever was that they were injecting him.
He fought against his eyelids until he could open them, and he wasn't expecting what his eyes found–well, one of them, because the other one was so swollen he could barely open it.
You were resting on a big reclining chair next to his bed with a hospital duvet over your body as you slept, a frown in your eyebrows showing how stressed you actually were. He had seen that frown before, sometimes at night when you went to sleep, when you both were laying on your sides but in front of each other, in the bed you shared. He would never fucking admit it out loud, but he sometimes would massage lightly in between your eyebrows until the muscles finally relaxed while you slept. Your face was laying uncomfortably to a side that made Bakugou think that position would probably make your neck hurt once you woke up.
And then he saw it.
The duvet was covering all your body, in exception to one arm that was over it, showing a small tube that clearly connected your blood with his. That's where the tingly came from.
Oh, fuck.
"Oh, you're awake, man," Kirishima's voice distracted him for a moment. He turned his head towards his best friend, who looked as shitty as himself.
Kirishima smiled at him, a whole bunch of emotion written all over his face.
"Fuck," was Bakugou's first word, with a raspy voice that didn't sound like his own, "Was it that bad?"
"You almost died," his best friend's voice cracked a bit, trying to hold back his emotion. "If it hadn't been for Y/N's quick thinking, you would have died. Doctors were about to put morphine on you…"
"Shit," Bakugou let his head fall back, realizing how badly everything could have gone.
"You had internal bleeding, a lung filled with liquid, and several broken bones, you were even bleeding from your head," Kirishima started as Bakugou kept swearing out loud, "When they said they needed to put morphine, I tried to warn them, but they kept dismissing me. Damn, I'm no doctor, but I know stuff!" The red head protested, which made Bakugou smile a bit. "I tried to gain some time as Uraraka ran for Y/N. When she came, obviously they did pay attention to her. She's… really good at this."
They both looked at you as you slept. Your eyebrows were still frowning, but Bakugou could listen to your deep breathing even in that distance. That eased him a bit.
Then his eyes went to the tube again and the anger started to fill his body.
"Why is she connected to me?" He asked, trying to make his raspy voice sound firm.
Kirishima sighed. "There was no other way. They needed to operate, and they didn't have your blood type available at the moment," Bakugou scoffed, hating everything and all you had to do for him. Kirishima laid closer to his face, ready to scold him for his stubbornness, "Your heart was slowing down, you fucking idiot."
That did surprise Bakugou; Kirishima never cursed at anyone. And when the blond found his friend's eyes, they were filled with tears.
"I-I'm fine…" Bakugou reassured him, clearly not knowing what else to do or say at his best friend's deep emotion.
Fuck, he had nearly fucking died.
"Yeah, and that's thanks to her," Kirishima pointed at you, "So be nice," he warned before backing away and taking a deep breath.
Bakugou looked back at you. This couldn't be real. You had to know, right?
"Does she know?"
"Know what?" Kirishima asked as he stretched his big and long arms over his head.
Bakugou looked back at him, "What this fucking means, Eijirou."
Kirishima frowned, now a bit worried, "I don't know, she didn't mention anything. Is it something bad?"
The blond closed his eyes, his right hand closing in a fist, jaw tight. When he was about to answer, a sweet and delicate voice coming out of a sleep state made him open his eyes and look directly in your direction.
"It simply means we are sharing blood," you said, stirring a bit in your chair, opening your eyes and finding deep red ones almost killing you with their gaze.
"Simply?" Bakugou mocked, shaking his head.
"That's what you said," Kiri looked suspicious at you, arms crossing over his chest.
"And I'm not lying or doing anything illegal," you defended yourself as two Pro Heroes looked at you with their Pro Hero scolding eyes.
"We know, but you're hiding information, I can see it clearly now," Kirishima protested, his voice still as gentle as always.
Your fingers started fidgeting with each other,  obviously nervous. For some reason, Kiri's gentle tone was more effective than Bakugou's murdering glare.
Your husband suddenly realized something and snorted, "You didn't tell anyone?"
"There's nothing to tell."
"Yes, there fucking is!"
"No, there isn't!"
"Y/N! For fucks sake-..."
"Shut up, Bakugou!"
"I won't fucking shut up! You are telling them now-..."
"There's nothing to tell, Katsuki!"
"OKAY, ENOUGH!" Eijirou's scream startled both of you. "You both clear this up and tell me right now what you are talking about."
"Eijirou, we are sharing blood!" Bakugou looked like he was about to tear the hair out of his head.
The red head looked at his friends for a moment, back and forth, trying to connect what that meant. And then it clicked.
You two were sharing blood. You were receiving Bakugou's blood as much as he was receiving yours. Which meant…
Your body was currently receiving high doses of pure nitroglycerin through the blood.
"Oh, shit, Y/N!" Kirishima was instantly by your side, "You have to take that off, now!"
"No!" You said pushing him away as he tried to move the tube.
"Fucking yes, you are!" Bakugou protested, trying to sit a bit straighter.
"No, don't move, Bakugou! And stop touching me, Eijirou!" Everyone stopped when you stood up and they looked at your small but firm form standing with authority, "I have been doing this for the past three days you were unconscious, and I'll do it until the doctor says it is enough." You said, tone firm and final as you looked at Bakugou.
"Y/N, you don't fucking have a Quirk," he spat, yet you could see a tiny bit of light in his eyes that begged you to stop doing it.
"And I don't fucking need one to know when enough is enough."
"That's why you have been taking breaks," Kirishima suddenly realized.
"Yes," you admitted, eyes still locked in a fight with Bakugou's. "I take breaks of thirty minutes in between two and three hours," your tone, Kirishima could only describe it as trying to reassure Bakugou that you were fine. But his friend was stubborn.
"It's not enough, and you fucking know it, Y/N!" He protested again.
"I can do this, I'm not weak, Katsuki!"
Kirishima took several steps back as he saw his friend's eye twitch when you called him by his name. It was a clear intimate discussion between a husband and a wife now. He really tried to avoid smiling, but he couldn't, so he simply left the room, leaving this complicated couple to resolve this on their own.
"You. Do. Not. Have. A. Quirk." He repeated, his hand grabbing your wrist, gently, despite the heated discussion you were having.
"And I don't need one for this!" If he was stubborn, you doubled it.
"Y/N! You are not feeling it now, but you will later! And I can't-..."
"You can't what, Bakugou?!"
"LOOK AT ME! I can barely move, and I won't be able to take care of you when the nitroglycerin kicks in!"
"I don't need you to take care of me! I am taking care of you! Besides, a bit of vomiting didn't kill anyone…"
"FUCK, Y/N! You know shit! You don't know how badly this fucking Quirk hurt when I was a kid!" He admitted in a yell, his only eye open now clearly begging you, as the thumb of the hand that was holding your wrist caressed the back of your hand. He always did that, even though his voice and words were rough, his touch was always gentle, careful.
"Katsuki," your hand went to his cheek, holding it with all the gentleness you had. He couldn't avoid the sigh, the relief he felt when your touch finally made any contact with him. He didn't know how desperate he actually was for you to touch him. You saw it, as clear as day, how scared he actually was, so you gently laid your forehead against his without putting any kind of pressure, "I can do this. Please, please, let me help you…" Your throat suddenly felt tight as your eyes filled with tears, "You almost died…"
Your whisper made his insides curl, as his gaze went down to your connected arms, which was the same he was holding your wrist.
You could feel the hold he had on your wrist tighten a little bit by your words, and you sniffed, trying to hold back your emotions.
And that simple action crumbled evey wall Katsuki could have put in between you two.
He was taking deep intakes of breath, your breath that was so close to his face and it felt like it was already healing him.
"You'll take breaks each hour."
"No, that's barely enough time to help it travel your whole body, and you know it."
Bakugou huffed, "Fine, two hours."
You pulled away and rolled your eyes, a traitorous tear rolling down on your cheek, "That's what I've been doing."
"Fucking brat…" He muttered, trying to hide a smirk, and you smiled in satisfaction.
"A simple thank you would be enough," you winked at him, which made him roll his eye.
You saw the little flutter of the other eye that was barely open at its movement, so you immediately went doctor mode and prepared everything to clean his eye, again.
Bakugou simply looked at you and let you work. And as he watched you, he couldn't avoid thinking how good all of you felt close to him, how stupid he was for all this time had you at arms length just because he thought you weren't strong enough, when in reality he was afraid of you getting involved in his world. For having treated you all this time like feather easy to break, when here you were, being the strongest person in the room while taking care of him and his wounds and also sharing blood with him to keep him alive like it was nothing.
He had underestimated you, and now he felt like a jerk.
A jerk that was completely in love with you.
"Thank you," he whispered back.
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ofc-fics · 1 year
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So I found out I am pregnant in my first year old college, and I’m scared shitless. I was wondering if you could do a young student reader going to Farah, for advice and comfort after revealing to Farah she’s pregnant and told Farah her parents disowned reader. If you’re not comfy I understand. I just really could use some new comfort character readings bc I’m on my own now. Thank you in advance
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School had been different long before your news, but now everything was different. No one really liked school, but it was the only home you had, now. School wasn't a permanent home. You'd have a figure something out. You paced the single room in your suite, trying to come up with a plan. For some reason, you simply cycled the same thoughts. "Oh, heaven, Fuck, Shit, and Christ." Your heart and stomach were heavy as the situation played out in your head again and again.
You were getting nowhere. You needed a sounding board. Your gossiping suite-mates were out, so you left the suite. You didn't like the student counselor so he was out. Kind of out of options, you walked the school a thousand times. You didn't have a teacher you trusted or liked enough to tell such massive news to. You didn't have any friends capable of keeping a secret. Even if you did, a nosy Mind Fairy could uncover your secret on a whim. But, if you didn't unload someone, a Mind Fairy could pick up on it by accident.
Someone called your name.
That finally halted your nervous walk. You turned to look at the woman in the doorway, stunned to find you were walking past the Fairy Headmistress' office. You didn't even remember walking upstairs to be in front of her office.
She wasn't propped against the doorway like she'd just got there. Rather, she had her hands clasped in front of her, watching you in concern. "Is there something you'd like to talk about?"
Yes! But you weren't a fairy. You'd barely interacted with the woman besides the Specialist/Fairy team up exercised. Besides, she could make life very difficult for you or your parents if she found out everything which was stressing you out. You froze, looked over at her. You forced a terrible settle and shook your head. "No, ma'am. Thank you!" You went to race away, retreating back into your head. You expected to travel far across the school, far from the questioning Head. To your surprise, you paced down to the hall, then turned around pacing back to where you before.
Your name was called again, softer but no less concerned.
You looked up again.
"You've been pacing outside my office for 15 minutes. I've been calling your name for two. Come inside; I'll make tea."
Her office was the last place you needed to be. So why were you seated inside after a blind?
The tea-water was heating itself as you were swarmed by Headmistress Dowling. Maybe 'swarmed' was the wrong word. She sat across from you, worry painted across her face. A hand roamed the side of your face. She spoke softly to you, though tried to sniff out the problem just the same. It took very little time, mostly just the prospect of a listening ear, for you to dissolve into a tearful explanation. From your drunken mistake to your old-fashioned parents telling you not to come back, pregnant, not pregnant, baby, no baby.
The water boiled much too soon, but it was productive, Farah guessed. The taller woman held tightly to you. She was horrified to hear, through your weeping, that your family's reputation mattered more to your kin than their kin did. She held you to her, trying to calm your breathing so you didn't make yourself sick. She smiled faintly, feeble as the attempt was, and held your face. "I know you're a Specialist so I'm not the most logical support to find, but Alfea will always be your home if you so wish. And you aren't alone."
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The first place Farah took you, once you both were calmer and the tea cooled back down after Farah's bout of rage at your kin, was the greenhouse.
Ben smiled every time your eyes caught. He usually did. It was nice, especially now. He took as little blood as he could and treated you as if you were made of glass. He looked over his shoulder several times at his desk, the photographs of his kids and Sky. He smiled fondly and you hoped you'd be at that point someday.
Farah stayed glued behind you, her hand on you where you were now.
"I'll just run some tests and I'll let you all know," the Earth Fairy reported before walking away with his samples. He didn't go far, just his work station.
The Headmistress moved to stand in front of you. She stopped touching now that it was just you two and she held all of your attention. "I'd say don't worry, but as a new mother - should you chose to become a mother - you will always worry. So, try not to worry about the results." She swayed back and forth, listlessly.
Silva came through a widely swinging door, turning swiftly to his charge.
You stood urgently, posturing at attention.
Farah held your shoulder while Silva relieved you. "At ease. Why didn't you tell me?"
You frowned, unsure of how to tell him. "I didn't know how. I'm still... reeling."
That registered with the Headmaster. He nodded respectfully. "Well, not to worry, lass. You've got the support of all of Alfea."
Ben came up from behind the Headmasters. He smiled in support, nodding.
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jennawynn · 24 days
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Chronotrek TNG Part 4
We're sailing through season 2!
2x11- Contagion
Appearing out of nowhere sure sounds like a transporter.
It always amazes me that medical personnel have no medical first aid training outside of their tech. If tech is so automated that anyone can use it, specialists at least should be trained in what to do if an emergency renders tech useless. They don't know what a splint is, FFS.
2x12- The Royale
Beyonce meme: NASA?!?
2033 and 2079- when the flag had 52 stars. Puerto Rico and DC statehood in the next 9? It's possible.
The laugh I laughed when "It was a dark and stormy night... (heavy sigh)"
2x13- Time Squared
In the beginning, they seemed to be establishing a 'time travel always happened' explanation of time travel that seemed to track with Pike in SNW and the red lights in Disco, but by the end of the episode, I'm not so sure anymore.
2x14 The Icarus Factor
Hey, dad's from Liar Liar. Also ew.
Why would Geordi ever believe a Klingon ceremony involved a ballroom and formalwear :joy:
2x15 Pen Pals
They have memory erasing? Did I know that before? Nice to see Pulaski being less of a jerk to Data.
2x16 Q-Who?
Why do they even have a food replicator in engineering if drinks aren't allowed? (Also imagining someone saying you can't have coffee in the plant causing a mutiny lol)
PEE-card or Pih-CARD?
Borg reminds me of Scorpius from Farscape- like who raided the BDSM shops for these costumes?
Picard's point as he says engage is almost comedic and out of place. Almost fan-servicey sometimes.
2x17 Samaritan Snare
Can you make our ship go? (Yes) We look for things to make our ship go.
They're gonna steal him, aren't they?
They stole him.
Why would surgeons wear full red (and no masks!) Of course this is a bloodless show, so they're not gonna show splatter anyway. But apparently they don't have to cut anymore either. How you replace a heart without cutting I do not know.
2x18 Up the Long Ladder
They really softened Pulaski huh? Or was it just towards Data?
This is another abortion analogy- are they allowed to steal DNA to procreate? Riker even says 'the right to exercise control over our own bodies."
They really should have asked the women's opinions about the arrangement first, though. There's like 3 of them and they have to have multiple children via multiple men. That sounds like my nightmare.
2x19 Manhunt
Man. I can't believe she'd snipe her own daughter like that lol
2x20- Emissary
Half-Klingon, huh? Humans really are the sluts of the universe. I usually see this kind of thing (there are half-elves and half-orcs, but always half-human, etc.) explained as humans are naturally more diverse within our race compared to other races which means we're more capable of inter-species breeding. You never see the same diversity of skin tone, size, features, personality, etc. in fantasy/sci-fi races as you do in real humans (partially because they have to be recognizable as Vulcan/elf/Klingon/halfling, etc.)
2x21 Peak Performance
sheds a tear look how far Pulaski's come.
One of my fave TNG gifsets here- It is possible to make no mistakes and still lose.
2x22 Shades of Gray
As far as clip shows go... it wasn't the worst I've seen.
3x1 lol Wes's little pimple face in 4k.
The uniforms are certainly thicker! AND collared! Yay!
All due respect to Sir Pat Stew, but Brent Spiner might have been the best actor on that set. The range he had to show.
Nanite civilization. Do we ever check in on them again?
3x2 Hey that voice is recognizable. Oh! Mrs. Doubtfire and Liar Liar (again!)
You don't understand the scope of my crime. I didn't kill just one Husnock or a hundred or a thousand. I killed them all. All Husnock everywhere. Are 11,000 people worth 50 billion? Is the love of a woman worth the destruction of a species?
We are not qualified to be your judges. We have no law to fit your crime.
God what would you even do if you wanted to penalize him for genocide? There's nothing you COULD do to a creature with that power... good thing he's punishing himself.
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terrainofheartfelt · 9 months
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Sort of inspired by your discussion of Jenny needing to go to London alone to really grow into herself and mature as a person, in an ideal world in which none of the main characters were forcibly tethered to the UES or its more toxic inhabitants post-high school, how do you generally - like broad strokes - imagine them developing as people in college and throughout their twenties? I always wonder where everyone might have ended up had they not been constrained by the type of narrative they were living in, and I’d love to hear any headcanons you have on the subject!
I've been thinking about this on and off since i received it (an embarrassingly - for me - amount of time ago) and now finally feel like I can answer.
because, like, what if we weren't constrained by the harsh realities of making tv? what if the rules meant that they could leave new york?
well, first, let's dovetail off jen moving to london and blossoming, and send eric along with her. he can go to cambridge, or any of the other big name universities in the area, and he and jenny would be flatmates and live their own hilarious queer sitcom of being students in london.
I've already plugged nads' yale au in my answers this evening, but I still really like the idea of dan and blair attending yale, and outside of the maelstrom of manhattan drama, they settle into their own selves and learn they could actually...like each other? and then they fall in LOVE as far as careers, they are the most driven. and we've talked about novelist dan and editress blair and art historian blair and college prof dan.....but lately I've been thinking about blair working in costuming. It's not high fashion design, but I think it's a great synthesis of the things we know blair loves: literature, film, history, art history & fashion history, Evil Dictator of Good Taste, being a specialist and big boss on a niche subject...yeah...
i still enjoy the idea of vanessa being at nyu, or at another arts college in nyc, and making her own way and building her own story (without being boxed in to the secondary character of anyone else's story!) I like the idea of her attending Tisch too, and expanding her skill set into screenwriting in that way.
to plug another au by a friend, S's goodbye stranger introduced the concept of Serena attending Berkeley, and I LOVE it. I love that for her. Berserk-ley. I think that school in that part of the country would be where Serena would really thrive. She becomes a full glamorous SF queen. perhaps she opens a coffee shop. Blair is outwardly mortified but inwardly very proud.
As for Nate, I think he is the character who really should take a gap year. It's never questioned, but the way he is yanked around by the collar those first two seasons, the more I think about it, the more it makes sense that nate would decide that he needs some time to figure out what it is he wants. sidebar: bc the serena gap year felt disingenuous in many ways, yk? serena was so eager to leave new york and go to school and study. she likes learning, we see it, and the opportunity to reinvent herself that college would provide....why would she walk away from it? except for TV Reasons. so, I like the thought of nate taking at least a year. traveling, volunteering, maybe he takes a community college course or two. he falls off the grid for a while and he realizes how healthy and how happy he feels without the constant eyes and pressure of his family & gossip girl. and after that time, he's found what he actually wants to do, and goes to school to do it. -- as always, I'm fond of nate working in health care, as a nurse or pt or something, but it could really be anything. teacher? chef? social worker? children's librarian? (actually culinary student nate has come up in convos with ivy & cherry before and I am into it.)
and uhhhhhh i guess chip wiskers can crash his inherited business and money into the ground bc lets be real that fucko would try to launch his own cryptocurrency and since he seems to hold such disdain for education and self-betterment, he stagnates and falls off the face of the earth byeeee
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a-tale-of-legends · 2 years
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Non protagonist ocs I have right now:
Psyche - Ghost type E4 in kalos. Younger sister to Olympia and advocates for ghost types well being.
Nyx- dark type user and model younger sibling to Psyche. Takes a similar stance to ghost types and dark types as his sister. Can't help but feel like the black sheep of the family.
Pheonix- Former friend of Malva and fire type user and I believe someone in the battle chatue now.
Quinn: Normal type user and art college student. Wants to bring out the potential in normal types. Also in Kalos but I recently started thinking of changing that. Not 100%
Terra: College friends with Quinn. Focuses on pottery and uses ground types. Not a battler however.
Angelica: Flying type gym leader in Kalos after Ramos. A ballerina with strict parents and formerly little freedom. However as a gym leader she gets to dance freely with her flying type Pokemon.
Giselle: A bug type user with a Gliscor in Kalos and a eccentric business woman. She's an enjoyer of good worth ethic, keeping her workers happy, bug puns , groovy fashion and her beloved partner. She also may be Galar's knee Chairman????
Nettle: A "mad" scientist who loves poison types and his wife, Giselle. Tends to be off-putting, but is really a nice guy behind his face mask.
Phlox ( Arceus I should really change that name-): Grass type gym leader taking over Falkner. Xe are mysterious and whimsical - aka pretty shy. Xe prefer to be in the garden dancing with grass type Pokemon.
Lumi- Pryce's grandson and new ice type gym leader. Often gets mistaken for a ghost type user due to his demeanor and poor choice of fashion for the cold.
Unnamed Electric type E4 for Johto specifically who I really need to give some personality
???: The one replacing Sabrina. He's a sassy old wizard and is married to his punk lovable husband.
Hollyhocks: New fairy type Elite 4 in Kanto. Looks scary with all his punk wear but is incredibly soft and kind to others.
Ghost Girl: Not actually their name, especially the girl part but I don't think they mind or care. Ghost gym leader in Lavender Town and is Completely Normal.
I decided type specialist for the Kanto Elite 4( pls help)
Coco: A young traveler ( I'm thinking late teens early 20's) in Sinnoh. Taking xyr time with the gym challenge, seeing how far xe can go. Just wants to get away from xyr household. Loves xyr older sister Drew but feels like xe are in her shadow.
Drew: Coco's older sister and a Pokemon coordinator. Tries to be their for xem but contest life is demanding. Will punch someone of they look at xem the wrong way.
Ruby: Dragon type user that pulls a Lance. Uses both dragon types and those from the dragon egg group. Probably works at Drayden's gym. Looks cool as heck and biggest enemy right now is rent.
Sterling: Flirty and confident singer that is definitely not part of an legendary hunting group. Why would he when he has such adoring fans?
Legendary Hunter/ Laura(?): Tells herself that she wants to protect people from being pawns of The Legendaries, like my Chosen Ocs( which are also the protag ones). There may be some truth in that, but she doesn't have a good way of showing it.....
I counted 20 here but I might be wrong. Sigh. So many ocs......
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#my neurosurgeon's office called and canceled my appointment because he's now in surgery that day lol#and I'm not mad or anything because I know it's absolutely necessary#like I get it I certainly wouldn't want to be needing emergency neurosurgery and have the doctor not take me because he had appointments#but everything's fucked up now#they're offering me august 18th which is more than a week earlier than my original appointment#but my MRIs and CT scan haven't been approved by insurance yet#because the MRI place has been calling the wrong doctor for information lol#& I need to do the MRIs the day before the appointment bc I'm traveling 8+ hours to see him & I don't want to have to make the trip twice#he's like the specialist of specialists which is why I'm traveling that far#I know a lot of his patients come from a distance - the receptionist said I'm actually one of the closer ones#but anyway to do that means that all three tests need to be scheduled for the 17th#and this monday is the 16th#so now I need to see if the imaging centers have any openings for the 17th#and then if they do I need to see if the imaging centers can request for the MRIs to be rush approved#& if it somehow gets approved before the end of the work day on monday then my parents and I need to leave right then & drive to maryland#the reality is that I probably won't be able to see him the 18th because the MRIs really need to be done first#which really sucks because he doesn't have any openings for the following week & then the week after that my college starts back up#and between my schedule and the dr's schedule that means i'll have to miss one of my senior seminar classes which will mean that I'm already#off to a bad start#nevermind that my spine is killing me and the dr won't sign off on my physical therapy script until I have this appointment#it just sucks so bad#sorry ignore me this is long af I'm just upset#ari.txt
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{Recently Read 1D Fics}
September 2021
These are all the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in September. There are 17 recs here in all! You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 in September including the fics on this month’s fic roundup which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!
Fanfictional Podcast #29 | ko-fi | fic recs
-Larry-
Hold You Now by @solvetheminourdreams
(M, 131k, ex-fwb, British Louis, American Harry, PR specialist to freelancer Harry, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, consultant to recruiter Louis, travel, slow burn, flashbacks, pining, lack of communication, no cheating, mild smut, a MUST READ emotional journey)
Three years ago, Harry Styles said goodbye to communications consultancy firm McQuiston Worldwide, leaving a life of travel and agency PR behind.
Know a Trick or Two by SadaVeniren / @sadaveniren
(E, 44k, Harry Potter au, magic, mpreg, one night stand, accidental pregnancies, mpreg Louis, mpreg Harry, muggle Harry, wizard Louis, quidditch player Louis, time jump, kid fic, Hogwarts, smut, so much fun!)
the one where Muggle Harry and Wizard Louis have a one night stand and get more than they bargained out of it.
Compass to my Soul by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup
(T, 31k, canon, a/b/o, omega Louis, alpha Harry, touring, angst, hurt/comfort, omega drop, touch deprivation, alcohol, cuddling, miscommunication, nesting, touring, no smut, I cried the whole way through because Louis is so vulnerable and sad, help I'm sad just thinking about it but also I loved it)
Louis Tomlinson, omega, is 1/5 of world famous boy band One Direction. He spends his time hoping his bandmates don’t notice him.
Not Ready for This by @berzerkshires
(E, 18k, kid fic, single parent Louis, single parent Harry, dual pov, summer, secret relationship, smut, loved the dialogue and they were having way too much fun sneaking around lol)
Louis and Harry are both single fathers and their children decide to go out on a date.
Man, Deconstructed by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom
(E, 13k, sculptor Harry, artist Harry, strangers to lovers, misunderstandings, mistaken identity, stress baker Harry, disaster gay Harry, embarrassing situation, meet cute kind of lol, smut, bh, this was absolutely hilarious and embarrassing lol)
the one where a well-meaning best mate, a sculpture-worthy arse, and a heaping dose of misunderstanding combine to create sheer and utter chaos, and also, maybe, the best thing Harry’s ever found.
One Vote Can Rock the Boat by @2tiedships2
(M, 12k, a/b/o, alpha Harry, omega Louis, protective Harry, strangers to lovers, NYC, placing bets, oral sex, knotting, smut, whew this was hot)
the one where Omega Louis shows off his “I voted” sticker as one of the first 100 customers to get a free vibrator. The beautiful alpha behind the counter informs him that he’s customer 101.
My Sun and Stars, Moon of my Life by@ohharold
(M, 7k, Game of Thrones au, arranged marriage, dragons, fantasy, violence, mpreg Harry, smut, never read/saw GOT but this was very cool)
Harry was used to the luxuries of Kings Landing and then Pentos but when his brother is desperate for the crown he is entitled to, Harry must be part of an arranged marriage to a ruthless Khal of a Dothraki tribe.
baby I'll never leave (if you keep holding me this way) by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed
(T, 6k, lockdown au, teacher Louis, baker Harry, strangers to lovers, accidental breaking and entering, motorcycle, fluff, emotional hurt/comfort, no smut, so lovely)
It is singing. Whoever is trying to rob him is in his kitchen, singing an eighties pop song under their breath. And they made cookies?
Call Me, Beep Me, If You Wanna Reach Me by therogueskimo
(NR, 6k, uni au, Brits in the U.S., strangers to lovers, first date, first kiss, embarrassing situation, pining, humor, Siri, so cute and funny)
“Will Harry Styles ever text me?” Louis looked back at Liam and Liam just smirked at him.
Birthday Princess by @kingsofeverything
(E, 4k, bartender Louis, Harry's birthday, alcohol, micropenis, oral sex, meet cute, semi-public sex, car sex, smut, funny and sweet and hot all at the same time)
Harry celebrates his birthday with Blow Jobs (and Slippery Nipples and Sex on the Beach) and drunkenly propositions the bartender in the bathroom.
Scent Partner by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose
(E, 4k, a/b/o, alpha Louis, omega Harry, strangers to lovers, pwp, heat, scenting, smut, meep!)
If both parties agree, they meet at a heat room for the omega’s heat.
The Cake Fairy by @homosociallyyours
(G, 2k, Harry/Louis, baking, flirting, slice of life, baker Harry, fluff, cute and fun!)
When Louis' attempt at making a Barbie princess cake is a huge, messy fail, Liam suggests he call in The Cake Fairy.
truth or dare by @jaerie
(E, 2k, strangers to lovers, truth or dare, alcohol, size difference, micropenis, size kink, smut, woah holy shit lol)
Harry likes small dicks. He finds a stranger that has one.
Take Me Home by SunTomato / @sun-tomato
(NR, 2k, uni au, roommates, banter, ot5, friendship, time jumps, no smut, really sweet)
Moving house sucks. Of course, it doesn’t help that, while the four of them had been trying to divide and pack everything before the deadline this weekend, Louis had spent his time unpacking it again.
The Bachelors and the Bachelorette by @turnyourankle
(NR, 2k, Bachelorette au, fake relationship, ficlet, shower sex, smut, hot and fun!)
With little left to do Harry and Louis both signed up to be contestant on the Bachelorette.
-Tomlinshaw-
the next bit was spanners to my plan by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13
(T, 6k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw, canon, fwb kind of, casual sex, secret relationship, no explicit smut, communication issues, texting, ah such great Tomlinshaw banter and dynamic!)
Louis and Nick end up shagging on the sly, everyone sends far too many emojis and far too few words, and eventually they're going to have to sort themselves out.
-Zouis-
driver's license by wordsnnotes / @quelsentiment
(T, 6k, Zayn/Louis, enemies to lovers, bed sharing, snow storm, winter, misunderstandings, banter, Canada, Louis pov, alcohol, demisexuality, unresolved tension, no smut, obsessed with this)
Louis is taking the exam to get his driver’s licence for the 3rd time (okay, sue him), and the examiner keeps getting under his skin, until they suddenly get stranded in the middle of a snow storm, and have to learn to cooperate.
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I've been thinking about these 3 alot...
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... and how much they seem to really respect Shino. I know it's a filler, but, like... Why does it seem like Shino has a knack for finding children who have wondered off away from school? Like, he's just taking a walk, making his way around the village or surrounding forest, and then there they are. Kids playing hooky or some shit. And Shino just takes it upon himself to approach them and steer them back to where they should be, while getting them attached to him somehow in the process??
But honestly. If this was just one of many times this had happened, I'd say Shino does this not out of his knack for teaching or having a way with kids. Rather, he developed a way with kids and easily applies that to his teaching because he has a strong desire to simply protect children. And it's not even from some paternal instinct as much as survival, because I think it stems from the developing trauma of losing Torune to Danzo. And I don't think it's all subconscious either.
Like I know the novel and anime frames his desicion to teach as a sort of a new goal in life as the war has ended for a couple years already and a noticable Peace has been achieved by the Blank Period and well... He's an Aburame.
Like, the Aburame are literal living, breathing, walking bioweapons. With no fight to utilize that, what else is there? Well, much like the Nara have the Nara forest and Pharmacology specifically, The Aburame most likely have a historical stake in the area of Konoha, perhaps it was simply in their Ancestral Home. Idk, but they're here to stay, they ain't budging. They're Clan Culture is very Martial and I'd argue Spartan in nature, but otherwise, they do other things too. I think they'd do well as major players in the conservation and research of native species of animals and plants, but definitely insects too. I bet they play a huge part in the general area's ecosystem, especially due to the fact that the Kamizuru clan attacked with a whole clan's worth of non-native Hymenoptera that could very well have become and still are an irritatingly and consistent problem as invasive species tend to be. And as a far as goods go, why not put some of them to use and handle an apiary? Honey is a great good to sell. All of this is great as a clan that no longer needs to fight. But, what about individual members in general, and so Shino?
Well Shino is the Heir of this clan. This Noble Clan. This "ready to throw hands at any moment" clan. It's future is in his hands, so to speak. So I doubt Shino would completely sever his connection to Shinobi life all together. And so, teaching at the Academy would be a great way to keep that connection. Teachers have to know their stuff, after all.
But what if in order to ensure teaching was his calling, Shino did his absolute best to make Jounin ASAP so he could take on a Genin Team. And. And by chance, it ended up being these three?? And they are absolutely STOKED!!! And they also pass Shino's genin test, which... would probably be a feat in it's own right. But they already know Shino, and Shino has bestowed upon them some wisdom they actually took to heart! Yeah, well, in reality they might be just a tad too old to be Shino's first official genin squad, but they were still his squad one point in a sense, right?
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Kon Nohara, Tano Ikemoto, and Aoki Kobayashi
I even gave them names help Imagine these three are already chuunin at least and decide they want to pay Shino a visit and even volunteer to help Shino during class time on a collective day off because they admire him so much (T~T)
But even then if not these three kiddos, maybe these three li'l shits lol
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Even in times of Peace, Shino's special set of skills seem too useful to waste, and being a Jounin teacher would definitely have been a way he could still go on missions, but also definitely commit to becoming a Sensei at the academy once he was 100% sure and got older. Kurenai became a Jounin/Genin Squad Leader in her late twenties, but in comparison I see Shino doing that more mid-20s. (He needs some time to travel and find his big bug friend and generally live a little?)
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Kurenai was a Genjutsu Specialist who manned a Tracker/Sensing based team. This sounds like it was a highly beneficial combination, even if she ended up being somewhat sadistic lol. Asuma was bound to Team 10 by Tradition as InoShikaCho and Sarutobi have that Pact together. Kakashi's team was literally Cherry Picked for him specifically by the 3rd Hokage. And Gai, a Taijutsu Specialist, had a team that Specialized in Taijutsu and Physical Offense.
Of all four teams, Kurenai and Gai were very suited to their teams, Gai in a complimentary way and Kurenai in a Challenging way. In that same vein, I think Shino would imitate Gai. Shino as a Shinobi himself has a general set of skills, but the way he goes about them are very niche. But, he was always very stealthy, and could sneak up on nearly anyone. Gags aside, he could go unnoticed as long as he wanted too, and by the time he was noticed or was ready to attack, he has you quite literally surrounded. Honestly I can see why Search and Destroy would be an Aburame's forte, but when there's no need, a person with a personal skill of high quality stealth could probably man a team with an emphasis on Reconnaissance and/or Surveillance, even Bodyguarding. I feel like Shino would probably put an emphasis on Stealth and Tracking too, utilizing his insects as sort of assistants that keep tabs on his students (Stealth Test) as well as to encourage just enough fear during too much down time in his students to inspire quality training opportunities, so maybe Kurenai rubbed off on Shino more than they all realized haha
(Plus I'm sure his students would be be smart and thoughtful enough to eventually understand what Shino and his bugs are: a complete unit. They realize just how strong and dedicated Sensei really is to be the way he is, and they all learn more in depth about Kikaichu and it's like WOW SENSEI YOU REALLY ARE RISKING BEING EATEN ALIVE EVERY SINGLE DAY, AREN'T YOU? But he's still here, because THAT'S how strong he's become over the years and the confidence to manipulate the Kikaichu while having to think of current chakra level, the most efficient use at any given time, how many he actually needs, how long usage will last, ect. They are high maintenance, man!)
Shino would no doubt produce highly skilled Bodyguards and Masters of Stealth. Maybe the type that would end up being in high demand for the eventual Celebrities that start to pop up as times change, but still very much needed when it comes to Criminal Activity, like in Sora-Ku?
But as time passes and he decided to teach at the Academy, he'd feel very at ease to do so. He'd be happy to be put in charge of all these children, because he would be able to help teach them things they need to know to defend themselves and others in a world where adults like Danzo had and will continue to exist. Maybe while he's at it, he'd use his stance as a Noble Clan Heir and accomplished Shinobi to push for changes in government with Sai's help and with Naruto and Shikamaru's cooperation? Like, the truth does come out, everyone on the Council were actually horrible and had too much power. So HERE are some ideas and REASONS why these ideas should be implemented because Shino's not going to let his brother's life and death be in vain!? HELL no, we WILL make some changes around here. Shino sees his students and just wants a future where no kid ever has to live in fear of being completely taken advantage of by the very system that was supposed to keep them safe and they pledged allegiance to.
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I cannot help but think of the quiet but absolute fear little Shino was harboring for the years to come after Torune was taken by that strange man and Father Shibi didn't even attempt to stop him. His own father didn't dare beat the shit out of this strange man who came looking for him, and the only solution for Shino to stay was for Torune to make himself look more desirable as an asset and be taken instead. I bet there was a lot of misplaced resentment there for a while, and talks that just didn't happen. Maybe a classmate doesn't show up to class one day and Shino is IMMEDIATELY stressed out and just... takes it upon himself to look for them after class. And he's relieved when he see they're simply at home with a fever. Shit like that just fucks with Shino, because theres people taking kids and no one is doing anything about it?? And then as Shino grew older he realized exactly what happened and how slimy the machine of Konoha really is and it was never completely Shibi's fault that Torune had to leave. He grows mentally at a faster rate than most of his classmates, and knows more than a kid really needs to know.
Shino doesn't want that for any other child. Shino is the kind of person who hears kids screaming outside of his house and he can't tell if they're playing or being murdered and it's stressful to the point he'll check through his window and he sees them for himself. He get stressed out seeing a kid in public unattended and WANTS to approach them to help if need be but also maybe he's overthinking it and the parents are there somewhere and he'd just end up looking suspicious. Like, that's what I kind of figure for Shino. He's so hyperaware of the power dynamic between kids and adults and seeing a kid so ready to fall victim to that makes Shino feel ill the more he thinks of what could happen. And he wonders if watching the kid in the market until they finally reunite with their parent so he could move on with the rest of his day causes him even a fraction of the the utterly disgusting flurry of nerves and fear that Shibi must have felt all those years ago. It goes along with his desire to spare every single little insect's life he can. It goes a long with the fact he only gets violent unless absolutely necessary. Like he wants to be strong but he doesn't want to go mad with power either, less he becomes the very thing that hurt him and his family in the first place.
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Originally Shino wanted to become strong to be able to defend himself because at a very young age adults failed him and Torune. But then that changes to defend not only himself, but others as he grows on a team, and realizes trust is important. And then he figured if there must be adults out there that would hurt a child, it's only logical that he should become one that would only nurture and teach one to be strong as well.
Anyway, yeah. Had some feelings. Thanks for coming to my TED talk.
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BFCD Reviews by Nesha: Grace Monroe & The Infinity Train on HBO Max
Disclaimer: Post includes spoilers and also, this viewer does not deem Infinity Train as a children's show and my views are not subjected to the idea that this is a children's show, but I do regard the characters as children.  
I’m not a psychiatrist. I haven’t taken a psychology class in many years. My work with children has been primarily trauma centered children, and I haven’t worked with typical children for a decade, so most of my opinions are from my personal life experience, my work experience, my children’s rights advocacy and activism, and the guidelines from my childcare specialist work for children in the system in the state of Texas. I don’t have a lot of information these days on typical children and I don’t know the culture of children all over the country or world, but I basically know a little something about traumatized children.
And as always, be nice, because I can be mean too (and will). 😉
Special thanks to @i-am-a-passenger for listening to me and being a SOUND sounding board for my thoughts through this experience that was season 3 of Infinity Train.
To be honest, I thought that it was extremely brave of the creators to go the route that they did with the story line. Not everybody can be saved is a take that we don’t see nearly enough, and whenever we do, usually a POC, oftentimes a Black girl is on the losing end of the tale. That didn’t happen here and despite some problems with some of the way that things played out in front of us, it was STILL a monumental moment for many fans and Grace’s redemption arc was valid and reasonable, so I loved it and I live for it. Now, I’m gonna give my review of the season and what I noticed about the characters...
First off, I think that the writing of this season was phenomenal. The style of the way the story was told impressed me from start to finish. There were moments that I didn’t expect, but I understood from a writing standpoint and for the characters presented. I’m not a professional writer, but it’s been a passion since I was 7 years old, so I have some experience with passion for writing and stories and a great narrative is my WEAKNESS, and I do believe that Infinity Train provides great narratives. 
This season has been my favorite thus far. I would have appreciated it for the story content, even if they had switched the characters’ arcs or went in a different direction with the redemption arc, but the fact that I was able to see an example of a Black girl being able to BE HUMAN, at my age - 38 - is still such new content that I was honestly overwhelmed by the simple fact that the creators decided that this Black girl was worthy of not only redemption, but the attention to detail and consideration was enough for me to love this season.   
The girl in question: 18 year old Grace Monroe, whose been on this train for something like 7 years.
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It’s rare to see a dark skinned, brown skinned, Black girl with natural hair be shown in anything but stereotypes and/or plot devices for other characters. This character has a story of her own. A beautifully written and fully realized story of a child who got confused, made bad decisions, did terrible things, learned the truth, and sought to change.
Whenever we first meet Grace and Simon, she’s announced as the leader of the Apex, and Simon is announced as her second in command and given the credentials from her, “I trust him with my life.” Something that is later a bittersweet thought as he becomes the biggest threat of her life since she got onto this train. They’re clearly very close and only seem to disagree on how they respond to negativity.
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One of my favorite things about Grace was that she was given layers. One of my LEAST favorite things about Grace was that she was given unfair head canons by the fandom extremely early on (all of which nobody ever proved but remained diligently devoted to believing). 
In this season, when the two are taken out of their comfort zone and traveling with outsiders, Grace and Simon are faced with lives that they haven’t thought about previously and wind up choosing very separate paths. Honestly, these paths they went on made perfect sense to me. I see both of them as traumatized children without any guidance and while one of them is very careless and reckless (Grace), the other is deliberate about what he does and has goals and plans. 
The biggest influence, I think, was their interactions with denizens prior to forming the Apex. Grace admittedly never got to know any while Simon was betrayed by one whenever she left him behind to potentially die. Simon carried this rage inside of him while Grace had nothing but apathy to guide her attitude of the denizens. Grace needed attention and she was able to get that from Simon and the Apex, so she made a life built on what that gave her.
While Grace tends to seem to try to sweeten the issue or charm people. Simon is more short with others and a bit rude. They handle things much differently, though they have created a lifestyle together and formatted a society of children that they lead.
All too frequently, if a character looks like Grace, she is there as fodder for whoever her (usually white) counterparts are. But Grace has a unique situation in which she shares center stage with her white male counterpart and we watch them develop together from two peas in a pod to mortal enemies. It is a sad separation, but one that felt necessary for the direction of the story. But here’s why Grace matters so much, despite the fact that she and Simon built a child army and killed we don’t even know how many denizens:
Grace changed for the better. When both of them met and got to know a denizen, she began to change. She didn’t understand it at first and took some time to admit to herself that she was even changing. She thought that something was wrong with her because her number was going down and that wasn’t supposed to be how it was. What she thought was that it made her look weak and she didn’t want Simon or the Apex to see her that way.
And saying that Grace changed for the better is sort of shaky, too. Because Grace wasn’t a bad person to begin with. She was a child who got on the wrong track. Going from being extremely alone to having one friend to having hundreds or however many Apex kids of followers changed her for the worse, but she was a good kid at her core. She was lonely in the real world and she acted out, then wound up on this train, had a life changing event by having to see “The Conductor” and translate what happened to her as someone saving her, and she went on to help save others, or so she thought, to some degree. 
Whenever she saved Simon, she had literally no reason to, other than she saw a kid in trouble and she knew she could help.She had just as little life skills and social skills as this kid in front of her, but... he was crying and she reached out to try to make him feel better, reminding him that even though life on the train was hard, he was alright now. Then, another life changing thing happened - Simon noticed that her number was higher and asked her how she got it so high. She knew just as much as him, and said that she was really good at life on the train, and the way she took that ghom out - she wasn’t completely wrong, but them being children and having only time and their limited views started a cult.
What I found interesting about this memory was the fact that Simon was telling Grace’s story for her. She tagged her charm onto it, but Simon (the writer of their laws and apparently a trilogy that not even Grace, who likes to read things wanted to read while they were besties) is telling the story to the kids. Probably embellishing, and Grace loves to be noticed, so she keeps this up until they’ve formatted an entire belief system. It was basically just I presumed whenever I questioned the reputation this fandom gave Grace as a manipulator who filled Simon’s head with hatred for denizens and Apex theology.It confirmed that people were wrong about her, which unfortunately didn’t make them change their minds, but they ain’t gotta. Grace lived and Simon died and that’s how this turns out sometimes.
I was able to at least acknowledge that his death was atrocious and it’s very unfortunate that he didn’t change for the better. He wanted control. He wanted power. He wanted to reign. Those things were more important to him than believing anything that went against his ideals. They were more important than Grace and his relationship with her. Meanwhile, Grace, up until even after he was gone cared about him. She defended herself whenever he attacked her, but she tried not to hurt him. She even tried to talk to him and he once again refused to listen. She saved his life AGAIN, and he still tried to kill her. Despite it all, when he was gone, she cried. Her friend was gone. Another life had been taken, and life meant something else to her now. 
Even paper birds mattered now, and thanks to that difference inside of her, she didn’t die. But, I expected her to. Not even because it would’ve made sense or helped the story in any way, but because that’s how it usually goes for characters like her, characters who LOOK like her. The fact that it didn’t brought tears to my eyes. This season was amazing. This ending was amazing. This character was amazing. I’m so pleased with it and it was more than I expected, because instead of setting expectations, I let them tell me the story. They did an excellent job.
I've been asking people since she first appeared in season 2 why they thought that Simon was some helpless and she was this dominating figure that bossed him into this lifestyle and mostly it came back to her higher number. i didn't think we were being shown that, so I've been suspicious every time someone has suggested that Grace got Simon started in this or taught him this and now that it's been debunked, I'm even more irritated with the suggestion that her redemption doesn't make sense or wasn't right. 
The thing about Simon was that he seemed fine. He seemed innocent, at times. He seemed like someone to sympathize with... What a lot of his fan base doesn't seem to realize is that is the case with every abuser. That is the case with many killers. Bad backgrounds and hard times coming up don't make for an excuse. Just because I GET his personality, doesn't mean he deserves respect or consideration. But then, we have Grace, on this other end who can't even get the recognition she earned through her decision making when she literally had the same childhood as him whenever they got there. Idk. Shit feels suspicious to me to not acknowledge Grace's redemption as well written. And the idea that Simon was doing these things for or because of Grace was proven as untrue, so there should have been a shift in her favor and there wasn't and my god that's some top shelf bullshit to me...
People frequently speak of Grace's manipulating Simon, possibly because they haven't had to try to use what you have to smooth someone over. The fact that Grace has been consoling Simon since they were children (THEY WERE CHILDREN), Because I see "Simon is a child" everyday, and always speak of his trauma, like Grace had none and like she's not the same age or near it. But, that's another thing that gets done to Black girls - they're aged up in people's prejudiced minds and expected to be more accountable than their peers. This GIRL has been repeatedly blamed for the issues of her friend.
And her "betrayal?" A lie she told to preserve life.
Simon proceeds to use her tape against her, leave her trapped inside of it (knowing it was dangerous, because the cat told him), sow lies about her in the Apex, pressure children that she knew to kill her, literally tried to beat her up and murder her, and kicks her as hard as he can after she saved his life AGAIN... He still gets more grace than Grace from the audience. I don't think people see Grace's humanity. People even assumed that her number was higher because she killed so many denizens... Like literally every wrong move doesn't affect numbers. And when faced with the story, which gives us a vulnerable Grace with flaws but also compassion, she's still been sidelined by fans of the show and nobody has given me any good reason as to why, so you already know, like we been knew. 😒
People have even tried to downgrade Simon's toxicity towards her because she led the Apex (and these people pretty much had similar things to say as people who didn't believe that my ex sexually abused me because of some examples of me being strong while arguing with him)...
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THIS was triggering as fuck, but I've barely seen a PEEP about it. I'm going to presume that problematic takes of Grace are from a place of discrimination and dehumanization against another Black girl character like fandoms usually do.
But that just makes her matter more.
Good job, Grace. I knew there was good in you all along, and I didn't have to make up anything about you in my brain. ♥️♥️♥️
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*Grace mourning a man that just tried to destroy her multiple times for telling a lie to keep him from killing a small child...
SPEAKING OF... The man double kicked her off that damn train in front of the kids AFTER they all saw her rescue him. Them kids might be messed up because of the Apex, but you can't tell me that Simon ain't further fuck them up with his reign. At least we know Grace was always nice to them. I'm glad they'll have each other to figure it all out.
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RUIN ME.I DARE YOU | 5
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Pairing: BTS x Reader/Original Female Character
Genre: Angst, Mature || Poly!au, Soulmate! au
Word Count: 4.7k+
Summary: The Existent Phenomenon. An experiment to prove the existence of the soul.
It worked like a plague.
Now at any random moment, a person can see through their Soulmates eyes.
You may be driving your car on the highway. Standing in an elevator. Skydiving.
The Tether doesn’t care.
In Jane Seville’s case. She was brushing her teeth.
But instead of one set of eyes, she saw through seven.
Fate must have fucked up.
Warnings: fluff, drama, social media, curvy female protagonist, minor language, content of a sexual nature between one’s self and a partner, stalking, spotlight, past physical abuse, please click on the link for the full list. eventual explicit content - no. Not this chapter :)
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Written by: ivorygossamer
Park Jimin of Bulletproof Boy Scouts rushed to hospital.
Just to make sure she went to as much effort to read the Hangul her prankster had with great effort concocted, Jane read it again.
Yep still says the same thing. Looked real too, right down to the news casters informing her that Jimin was rushed to hospital after collapsing during a dance rehearsal.
"Annyeonghaseyo."
Every molecule in her body switched to panic mode at the sound of that voice. 
It was a joke. It had to be.
Slowly, with some deep seeded hope she was having a delusional episode, or even a very realistic dream, Jane turned to the speaker.
A set of blue eyes stared back at her. 
Liz!
"So, Bangtan Sonyeondan.”
Jane’s body wilted back into the bed.
No, no. "No. no!" She grumbled in disbelief before a curtain was ripped open sending daylight into the room.
"Sorry to disappoint." Liz said, her voice a little peeved.
Jane returned to her sitting position, her gaze the best friend whom she hadn’t seen in five years outside of a phone screen. Her blonde hair was in a neat pony tail, her cardigan was draped over the chair she sat in beside Jane’s bed and her cheek was smooshed and resting on her fist as her elbow leaned on the chair arm.
It was definitely was Elizabeth Peterson, the girl who got Jane detention in high-school for correcting the substitute English when they scolded her for incorrect grammar.
"This isn't a joke right. April fools, Haha - Please tell me I'm not in Seoul." Jane begged.
Liz's face rose from her hand.  Her resting bitch face appearing. "You're not in Seoul." Jane pursed her lips.
Liz just had to say it in Korean, didn't she! 
Her lack of expression on Liz’ face told Jane she wasn’t impressed. "Do you know how much paperwork there is in a non-disclosure form, Jane. " She used Jane! Liz was definitely pissed. And she was a terrible liar. The effort Liz would be putting in, was quite an achievement. Liz had never even been able to hide Jane’s surprise birthday parties. After the first three were spoilt it became a running theme. Jane had a Non-Surprise Birthday ever year until Liz moved to Korea.
Jane gulped. "Big Hit know I'm here?"
"Yep. Flew you over in a big ass private jet." She was getting a little snarky. She must be hungry. Liz always got snarky if she hadn’t been fed.
Jane looked around the room, mostly to avoid Liz’s stare. Hers was the only bed. Jane was in a private room.
"How long have I been here?" she asked glancing down at her state of dress. She was wearing a hospital gown.
Liz leaned back in her chair. "A few hours. Got the call last night. Your dad rang to tell me you were coming to Seoul and that I had to be at the airport as your guardian. At first I was confused. I mean why would I, your dearest and greatest friend in all the world, need to be your guardian. I mean I know your parents love me more then you, and they trust me more then you , so of course they would want me to look after you here, and I did question why you hadn’t told me of this surprise trip. But you’re a grown woman, you can take care of yourself. Then he told me you were unconscious. That you had been unconscious for two days . With Soulsickness.” Liz’s eyebrows rose. “That’s when the unread messages made sense. You Jane Winifred Seville, didn’t want me telling you off for being an utter idiot.”
Jane attempted a smile “Does ‘I miss you’ and ‘you look great’ win me brownie points?”
“One. But only because I feel bad.”
“Why?” Jane tried to prepare herself for the other shoe to drop.
“Because I’ve been mad at you all day and I’m done now.” Jane didn’t have time to react. The second Liz was done talking, she launched herself out of the chair and onto the bed next to Jane, her arms wrapping around Jane’s neck sending her backward into the pillows, and snagging Jane’s IV line in the process.
She shifted, freeing the plastic fluid filled tubing from her grasp and looked at Jane. “I’m loving the long hair babe.” She said, taking a strand of Jane’s hair into her hand. She then scrunched her nose. “But it needs a wash.”
Jane scoffed. “Just be thankful I got electrolysis on my legs when I did.” She can thank an embarrassing incident that involved the removal of casts for that choice. “Or else there would be man legs under these here sheets. I’ve barely had enough energy to shower let alone shave for the last two weeks.”
Liz shifted off Jane, sitting on the edge of bed, her feet barely touching the ground. “Janie, you’re lucky that wristband of yours alerted the Moirai Clinic when it did. What if you fell into a coma again?”
The paperwork she signed....
Jane could see Liz was ready to give her a scolding. She needed something to calm down the angry pygmy. She saw the food tray.
“Here.” she said handing Liz the jelly cup. “Feed the beast.” Liz’s nose twitched a snarl before snatching the green emerald from Jane’s hand.
Liz was much happier, and much calmer to fill her in on the details of Jane’s trip to Seoul cross legged at the end of the bed, jelly cup beneath her chin.
The paperwork Jane had signed, gave the clinic permission to contact her soulmates in emergency circumstance. In this case that meant Big Hit were alerted to Jane’s identity.
Liz took a mouth full before continuing.
“So they then got in contact with the Soulmate Council at the Korean Embassy in the UK, who then had to organise an Emergency Travel Visa for you, which meant that you needed a sponsor for your Soulmate Visa. Enter Big Hit Entertainment. They chartered a private jet in London to get you to Seoul, where I accompanied you to the hospital – by helicopter, which was awesome by the way. You were unconscious so you missed it, and now we are here.”
Jane couldn’t help but smile. She had really missed Liz. “Where did you learn all this?”
Liz had finished the jelly cup and was now stuffing proceeding to open the drink the hospital kitchen had provided. She leaned against the bed end as she spoke. “Your agent Fiona. She got in contact with me because she needed a go-to while you were – unavailable. She wants you to call her, she wouldn’t tell me why though.”
Jane bit her bottom lip. The move stopped the bottle at Liz’s lips. Her eyes widened.
“What? What are you not telling me? I know that look.”
“You know all my looks. It’s why you’ve got the title of best friend.”
Liz put down the bottle. “Shut up and tell me.”
“Which is it? Shut up or tell you.”
Liz leaned back, the area between her brows creasing together. “You’re dragging this on. This is big.” She said bobbing her head in understanding. “You got a book deal.”
Jane couldn’t hold in the smile. “I got a book deal.”
Liz leapt onto her knees, leaning over Jane’s legs beneath the blanket. “Chincha?”
“Really.”
Liz started bouncing. She reached out for Jane’s face, her cheeks squishing between her best friends hands. “Janie, you got a book deal.”
“I know.” Jane said through pouted lips. This answer sent Liz into a fits of squeals, causing her to jump from the bed and spring around the room, jumping up and down, her face in a fit of joy until the door opened and a nurse stood there arms crossed watching Liz lose her mind.
It took Liz a moment to notice, but when she did she went from excited 15 year old to polite foreigner, bowing and apologising in Korean.
When the nurse was done scowling she gave Jane one look before disappearing.
It wasn’t even a minute later when the doctor entered the room.
She must have met and spoken with Liz when Jane was admitted because the Dr addressed her first, then turned and spoke to Jane in English. It was good, Jane assumed because it was a private hospital, and this being a private wing meant the best doctors worked on it, likly with some English education, but she looked like she was struggling. She’d gotten as far as her name, Dr Hwang and her position, Soulmate Medical Specialist, when Jane informed her she could speak in Korean.
She seemed pleasantly surprised, and a little relieved Jane spoke it.
“You’re Korean is very good.”
Jane thanked her. She tried ignore the “see i told you you weren’t rusty look” she received from Liz.
“Are you aware you were suffering from Soulsickness?.”
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Hey I'm back again after so long, now to anyone who follows me on tumblr would expect me to draw one of my division agents, but they all fucking suck, seriously everytime i try to redraw them, they don't match at all.
The poses i use for them are either to big or small and get very frustrated, i throw them away and try again. Even if i get pose right, my main problem is the arm lengths, legs, and the torso, i also get the body armors to match the chest area.
Enough of that now, time to met the second oldest agent in atlis squad.
(Quick reminder that this is a r6s/ the division crossover)
(Also this agent is vigil's(r6s) step-brother, and he will be mention alot)
( i do not own vigil, or r6s, or the division except my ocs, they belong to Ubisoft)
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Name: kai ling chou-ying hwa
Callsign: riot( in korean: pogdong)
DOB: June 27th, 1987
POB: Kaesŏng, north korea
Height: 5'10
Weight: 192LBS( Athletic, Muscular)
Gadget: retractable ballistic shield with a built-in machine pistol( VBR-13)
Fraction: National police agency( south korea) combat police,Seoul metropolitan police agency, special operations unit(SOU), Strategic Homeland Division of South korea
Position: Attacker
Speed: 2
Armor: 2
Backstory: North korean born, kai ling had a very traumatic childhood while growing up in kaesong, north korea because of his family. His parents were military officers for the north korean army, and were neglectful towards kai ling, often casting him aside and favored his siblings. He was used as a scapegoat by his siblings whenever they vandalize their house or breaking expensive items that were brought by their parent's "political friends"
His parent's treatment toward him gotten worse as his mother would slap him and shove him in a cramped, isolated room for three days for the mess that was not caused by him, but by his siblings. His father would put him in "Disciplinary classes" with others soldiers and not returned for a week to take him home. Kai ling growing tired of his family's cruelty planned to defect from not just him family, but from the county.
2 weeks of enduring his family's treatment, kai ling gathered what he needed to leave his home and had managed to sneak pass the gaurds around his family's household before running towards a nearby forest.
After hours of running, kai ling stumbled near a secret community of north korean residents, who plan to leave the country. He was accepted into the community and soon met chul kyung(vigil) and the rest of his family. Kai ling bonded with chul and his older brother and formed a sibling-like bond, despite chul's stone like personally, soon enough kai ling saw the kyungs as his second family.
A month later, kai ling and the community began heading the borders, kai ling grouped with the kyung's as they head toward south korea. Unfortunately, everyone besides kai ling and chul, died during the travel. Kai ling had witness both traumatic and horrifying experiences , chul's older brother drowing, staying at a house for a month in total silence, leaving chul's mother behind in a jungle because she became ill. Tragically, chul's father commited suicide due to the lost of half his family, after they made it past the south korean borders and placed into a asylum later on.
Kai ling was deeply scared from the events, While vigil remained a stone, something kai ling admired.
The two surviving orphans were later adopted by the hwa family, offically making them step-brothers( in this crossover they have a step-sister). While kai ling was overjoyed, he didn't want so show any feeling, out of both admiration and respect for chul and his father. They both add "hwa" as their new surnames.
Their new lives in south korea had some downs, chul had little education in north korea and kai ling was willing to help him out due to him being more educated, they were often considered outsiders by many of their classmates and were bullied for it, mostly chul. Chul didn't really care, as he never showed any emotions, kai ling was angry but never showed it, he wouldn't allow chul to be bullied, so he stood up for him on anyway he can , even taking a few beating for it, his reason for why was" chul had a far traumatic childhood than me, he lost his older brother, his mother, and his father. while he may be stoic and show sights of feelings, he's deeply traumatize by the lost of his real family, i saw them as my family as well but i could never, truly feel what it was like to lost your real biological family."
After graduating high school, the two of them had unique talents that could be help them in service to show pride for the country that gave them a better life. And while despite their brotherly bond, both enlisted in different armed forces. Chul enlisted the ROK navy, while kai ling joined the National police agency(NPA) at age 22 as a police officer. kai ling was later placed into combat police riot control unit, were he made a name for himself due to his obsession with building shield and armor. 2 years later kai ling was handpicked by the special operations unit(SOU) where he made managed to gather 3 strong minerals (such as reinforced alloy, titanium, and Kevlar) to create a retractable ballistic shield which has a build-in machine pistol, he also created cutting-edge body armor made out of Kevlar-lines for his squadmates and himself. Kai ling is an aggressive stone, his relentless fight against terrorism and riots in an a aggressive passion without showing facial expressions made him a legend in the force at a young age.
In 2015, a viral epidemic hit seoul and was placed under quarantine. However, chaos began to spread, numerous riots and deadly attacks happend through Seoul, damaging law enforcement to stop them. After the attacks, kai ling was approached by Agents the strategic homeland division of south korea, offered him a position in the division's security wing section due to his skill for building advance shields and body armor. He accepted their offer and joined the Division and later placed with other Agents as their shield to save what remains in seoul.
A year past and kai ling was deployed to the U.S. and soon placed him in ATLIS squadron, were he met Agent Mason"Raphael" Stewart, team medic and leader, Agent Inias"Firefly" Bronze, Heavy weapons and defense specialist, Agent " Barsk"( Danish: grim), sniper and stealth expert, Agent "Blaze", former cleaner, chemical engineer and fire expert, Agent Helena "Techie" Tanner, mechanical engineer, drones/tech expert, convert ops specialist, and Jake "Niner" Coleson, tech expert, weapon expert, breaching specialist.
Soon apart of team rainbow.
Psychological report: sees the squad as his family, despite their first impressions with each other, is willing to put himself on the frontlines to protect them. He loathes his real biological family and north korea.
Has PTSD of the journey to south korea and fears about water and forests, along with social anxiety.
Like chul, he's stoic, serious, and emotionless, kai ling refuses to show any signs of feelings as he sees them as weakness and disrespect to chul's father, But sometimes fails to keep them hidden.
(Rainbow six seidge)
Kai ling is very protective of his step-brother and will be aggressive towards anyone mocks or hurts him.
He respects most of the shield ops, but doesn't really see fuze as one.
Due to his habit on building various types of shield and body armor, he urges to test out their durability and often putting him self in harms way, getting others use their weapons to test it, in which the impact cause harm.
He has a deep resentment towards Masaru "Echo" Enatsu. Reasons for it are presonal.
Description: short black hair, dark brown eyes, a scar that goes horizontally and vertically across his right check.
Weapons: VBR-13( extended mags)
Glock 19
Gears: full body riot gear( made out reinforced alloy and titanium), kevlar riot vest, Kevlar riot helmet, face mask, holster, knife sheath attached to left shin guard.
Likes: working, playing violin, testing shield and armor, Galbi( south korean dish), his team, dokkaebi.
Dislike/hates: Echo, feelings, neglection, his family( real ones), North Korea.
Personally: anyone outside his team sees him as a serious and stoic person, but with his team, family( foster one), dokkaebi, and even vigil( on some occasions) he's frendly and a bit cheery, also a tsundere towards dokkaebi.
That is 2 out of 7 of my Agents, anyway enjoy.
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Catching up
It all is so far away now, counted as well in days as in weeks, in kilometers, in miles or in impressions, in encounters and insights, or measured by fruitless attempts to write this blog.
To catch up while still keeping this Text readable, I will shorten things, I will have to be unjust.
The people I met, friends I visited, friends I found, even strangers who gave advice or help before quickly disappearing again along the ever winding road, they all deserved more words of gratitude, the landscapes I've seen, the early morning mists, birdsong, rough hills and gentle streams, they are all worthy of poems, paintings, and some day hopefully I will find the rest to praise them rightly.
And about people, about friends: I will not talk in depth about them here, maybe some of the closest not even talk about at all or just mention briefly. That is because trust and friendship are sacred, I don't want anyone to have to worry about being displayed and evaluated here, or conversations being put on public display. That's why my tale will sound probably egocentric at times. Besides some points I take out of conversations I'm determined to keep this a blog only about the experiences and lessons I came across, to share and hopefully inspire, but leave people their privacy.
So informations about others I'll keep vague and brief except for some relevant points now and then if they are required as context.
For now it's these fragments, learned lessons and impressions:
1] The Kindness Of Strangers
The boat leaves in the late afternoon, yet I'm here already. It wasn't easy to say goodbye to friends. Its the moment when you painfully realize what you leave behind before you find the courage to let things go and to jump into an uncertain future. I'm grateful that there have been friends to be missed, friends waving when I left and many people, places and memories to cherish, so rather say 'Thank you' than 'Good bye'.
Now I'm here, not sure how to store a bicycle on the ferry, what to do and where to go. A fellow cyclist reassures me that everything will be ok and shows how to secure the bicycle before we part and enter the huts.
It is a smooth sailing on calm waters. I take position on the south side and watch, watch how Ijmuiden floats away, see Zandvoort passing in the distance, let memories rise out of the parting waves until much later the last dim reflection of the sun is swallowed by the darkness of the water.
Next morning I watch the sunrise from the front-deck before later slowly the shore of Britain appears on the horizon.
Back in the belly of the ship, bicycle is packed and we wait for permission to get on land. My fellow cyclist is here again and we find out that we worked in the same field, be it in different positions, until lately when I quit my job. Healthcare in general, and psychiatry in particular seems to struggle with the same problems on both sides of the water- lack of resources combined with an abundance of expectations and many self-declared specialists eagerly waiting on the sidelines to tell you how exactly you should do your job. I don't regret my step.
Soon we change the subject, talk about more uplifting things, like freedom, travels, cycling and living life.
I'm glad he offers to accompany me for the first few miles, show me the way and help me get accustomed to cycling on the left side of the road.
While traveling the shore, he realizes that my journey later would take me along the A1, the most dangerous and deadly road of Britain. Plans change and a bit later I find myself in a nice cozy house, greeted by a friendly dog. The family is gathered now, they brought dutch scones and there I am, arrived in Britain, eating dutch bread and being made welcome.. and grateful.
Later they even offer me a lift along the A1 so I can continue my journey quite a few miles north on a safe bicycle path.
Actually- actually I made a promise to myself when I gave up my home- to leave every place I visit a little bit nicer, tidier or kinder then I found it, be it a small bit within my powers only.
Yet here I am, receiving all this kindness and struggling to find a way to give a tiny thing at least.
A small contribution I might be able to make after all- the lady of the house is an artist and I hope to come back and spend some time, exchanging tips and knowledge about painting.
It won't really be able to repay the welcome, they didn't know how much it meant- this first encounter on the new path, a sense of home in the world out there.
2] Of Hunters, Vegans, Spiders, Flies, and Shamans too
For my first working assignment I arrive one or two days late.
The bicycle paths in Britain are made for leisure, not for means of transportation, to get from A to B, you sometimes get sent along the beautiful yet rough and rocky road uphill through E to G.
In the morning my host comes to town to give me a lift uphill so I don't need to climb up to the cottage. We soon find out a difference in lifestyle, that either might lead to conflict or to very interesting talks-
While I myself took up a vow years ago to restrain from eating or even using animal products, he is an outspoken and passionate hunter and skillful hunting guide.
Greeted by a friendly dog and a flock of even friendlier chickens I put up my hammock next to a cottage that has seen many years, some of them hard, now regaining its beauty under its tenants committed work.
Not only the growing vegetables outside provide some common ground to get along, we soon find out, as the Zen master Thich Nhat Hanh once said: “If you wish to be understood, you should listen very carefully”
I put aside any prejudice and get a chance to actually learn- a hunter may just as much care about nature and all life in it as the convinced vegan.. not every hunter of course, some are in it for profit just as some vegans are in it for pride.
Those others, those on both sides who actually do care, more and more appear to me as devoted parents arguing about the best cure for their sick child. Later I will briefly encounter a native American shaman and will have to realize that those revered ancient cultures are hunters too.
And when I rescue a little spider after that the other day, it strikes me, how many other insects I might have sent to certain death by saving this one predator...
In the end it seems that our technological power has by far outgrown our human wisdom and it's estrangement from nature what deceives us to take extreme positions- on one side some are abusing sensible, breathing, childbearing live as if it where an industrial product, which makes us a parasite in the organs of life, while on the other side we might not interfere when necessary and so get complicit in catastrophes out of fear of causing individual harm, which is neglect of our responsibilities as intelligent life form.
Life is sustained by devouring itself in any form. In the complex web of interdependence I will continue to avoid harm, but I also learned to judge less those who are willing to intervene, it's the caring about nature, the respecting of life and the willingness to learn about them, what defines whether our actions are righteous and wise, there is not one answer that fits all circumstances.
3] Anam Cara
The path up north led me through the green hills of a land where all the places sound like echoes of long forgotten songs and ancient tales.
Shelters where ready, arranged by friends of a friend, all without expecting anything in return, just out of kindness, setup in beautiful places, the shore of a river, a comfortable trailer in a wide meadow with view on the distant chain of snowy hills, hosts welcoming the traveler, helping and showing me around, and I had to learn that sometimes all one has to offer in return is humble gratitude.
What a strange and beautiful paradise waits in the hills behind Inverness. Anam Cara is the retreat center I work and paint for here.
Lodges and huts are made of timber, stone, from large barrels and from caravans..
I sometimes get lost on the terrain, nothing here is put in a straight line, everything has grown naturally accordingly to the apparent conditions at the time.
It's a place just like its founders and inhabitants, a marriage of Buddhist Dharma and shamanic teachings, enforcing and helping each other by aiming at the same goal from different angles in perfect eclectic harmony.
4] Of Tunnels and Light
At Scottish Borders it is. We follow the shore along the stream, up in the hills, where a long abandoned railroad left its trail, and a tunnel between the trees.
Here, our kind host and guide tells us, many found an experience of transformation.
On a dark day in his life he decided for the first time to go inside.
With the courage of despair he had entered and faced inside this darkness that other darkness which at the time needed to be released. On the other side of the tunnel the light that welcomed him brought the beginning of the change to the better.
We are glad he 's willing to share the experience and I opt for walking first.
Beforehand it all sounded quite easy, just going inside the darkness alone without light and walking through, blindly, until the eyes capture a dim light from the other side.
Now in front of the big black hole amongst the green I doubt for a moment whether I really want to go in.
Threads of fog, hovering at the entrance, weave a mystical web. A chilly breeze greets me as if it where the breath of the earth.
One of the dogs accompanied me on my first steps towards the huge mouth that will swallow me in a moment, and for some time I have the impression the dog is still with me in the dark. I hear my own footsteps and feel this other presence right behind me. Later I learn the dog left me at the entrance already...
Once the darkness surrounds me completely and I should probably feel lost in the void, a deep calm sense of serene silence comes over me, a trust that whatever happens here, is supposed to be and is just perfect as it is. I wander in the timeless spaciousness, listening to my ever slower footsteps.
There is no hurry, no need anymore to get anywhere. While the feet calmly keep going I suddenly loose all intention to either stay or leave. Everything is just about now and now is exactly, perfectly well as it has to be.
Maybe due to a lack of external input, the sense of self dissolves into the black empty space and only a floating undefined feeling of wideness and joy vibrates on.
The first glimpse of light some time later doesn't seduce me to rush, I could just as well stay here, in this very moment for eternity, yet I keep moving.
Never thought the greens of the trees and the grasses, the gentle mos could look as vibrant and intense as they appear while I leave the tunnel. It rather seems, I'm watching the surroundings steadily passing by, then moving myself.
I enjoy the forest with a joy I haven't known so far- like a child looking at trees and clouds and pebbles for the first time ever. I keep walking and keep looking, perceiving without judgment, without naming, without wanting, only looking, smelling, listening, just sensing the stream of impressions calmly arising and taking course.
And I know that nothing ever will be the same, also know now that nothing ever has been the same before. It's freedom to ride on the stream of ever changing appearances without grasping or rejecting, I heard of that, I knew it, could have said these words any time, yet now the tunnel showed that truth in a way, so that I actually could see it too .
5] What is Home?
Back in the Netherlands, coming home from being home, not sure how and why I would deserve this. It must be a natural human kindness I didn't notice before that strongly. Now when I need it, there are friends to let me stay in their place, people offering shelter without expecting anything. I visit friends, I'm humbled and touched by all generosity, and I suspect I might know now, why in some lineages Buddhist monks are obliged to beg for their food- it's only when you depend on others in a way, that you get a chance to realize that, contrary to what the news might tell, human is in essence a very kind and giving being.
I have, for now, just to practice in gratitude to hopefully some day be able to give back.
6] Cow-dung is not Bullshit
Cycling in Germany is a challenge, most roads are forbidden for cyclists, they send you along long winding tracks and don't care to close a path without alternative.
After days of sweating under threatening thunderclouds, in heat, having my navigation gone with the broken phone, getting lost in unknown places, climbing hills without knowing where I am and how to get on, I arrive, days late again.
Now I work at the Schwäbische Alb, there's a small Village on top of a hill and I live here, take care of the garden and paint the portals, just paint, nothing artsy :) but besides being invited to feel at home and greatly being cared for, its my first real encounter with alternative building and painting materials what makes it extra special to be here.
The paint is the etching, burning, kind of chalk that was used for centuries here, but the main lesson is a little building project inside the large shed, a storage room made from clay and dry cow-dung.
I learn from mistakes and from what went well, getting an idea to – one day, some day, after the journeys – maybe build my own alternative home based on experiences and learning ahead.
7] The naked Truth
One more fragment, one I doubted if it was ok to tell, but decided that it should not matter if people think I'm weird, I'm a fifty years old guy giving up a comfortable stable life to cycle around and work without predictable income, not even a pension-plan. I AM weird probably and as long as no one gets hurt I'm free to be as strange as I choose to be.
It's the evening of a hard and hot day, the sun burned my skin dark red and any sweat from cycling uphill dried quickly without cooling me off. I finally find a great spot to spend the night, near a small town or village, but out in the green, well hidden and comfortable.
Before I rest I need to refill my water-supplies and rehydrate myself, also the new used phone I was lucky to receive, does act up, the batteries run quickly, didn't recharge anymore and I want to give it one more try.
It's good as well, to check the vibes of the area, to know the territory and get familiar with the place.
So instead of getting ready for the night I enter the place for a drink and general recharging in the local pizzeria. I'm the only customer inside. The friendly owner refills the bottles and tries to help me with the phone. After a tough day through the hills in merciless heat I enjoy talking to someone before I get back out into the fields. Yet when I tell about the travels and my new life, he offers me to seek shelter at the small terrace next to the house where the guests sit in daytime. It's right at the fairly busy street, surrounded by houses and I'd like my first shelter more, but there are two good reasons to gratefully except the offer- one, it is an act of kindness and that counts more then comfort, two, I slept in fields and woods, in trailers, tents and under bridges, but never in the open air in the middle of a town.
So I set up my shelter, sleeping bag as isolation and the raintarp as cover on one side tied to the fence, the other attached to the bicycle.
A thin tarp provides the illusion of privacy and I lay down in the noise of passing cars and voices on the street.
Now the overheated body starts boiling and burning, however I move or turn, a layer of inescapable
fire keeps me awake. Everything I wear sticks to the skin. Half asleep and half in fever I guess, I remove it all.
A gentle nightly breeze cools me off and sings me to sleep. While I see the stars through the fence it occurs to me, that whoever would find me here, would think I was drunk or crazy. Laying there amongst all cozy houses, bare and naked, not showered for days, hair and beard growing wildly I have finally become a drifter.
And then the image comes before my minds eye, of me laying there, bare of any sign of social status or role, looking like an abandoned corpse, but there is no shame, no fear, only deep calm peace and freedom.
That takes me back into the tunnel. It's the same sense of serenity, nothing to achieve, nothing to loose, nothing to be done, only being.
I will loose this peace of mind again on several occasions, when the wind stands against me, when I loose direction, when I set up goals, but there are more and more times of this deep relaxing equanimity, the acceptance of whatever might be.
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what are the must must must read larry fics? i'm conducting a survey, any response is appreciated xoxo ❤️
HELLO i may not be the best person to ask for ficrecs bc i dont read fics much and it takes me 762673267367 days to finish long ones so i read v little bc i read so slow but here are my absolute faves & must-reads (not in particular order):
(the fics im gon put are expected and have probably been recced 27378887 times but idc lol)
young and beautiful by velvetoscar
Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. 
love is a rebellious bird by 100percentsassy, gloria_andrews
AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who “has made Mozart cool again” according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.
Don’t hum Bolero.
gods and monsters by velvetoscar
The instructions were simple: seduce and destroy Harry Styles. Not once did they discuss the option of Louis actually falling in love. So, naturally, that’s exactly what he did.
escapade by dolce_piccante
In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He’s rich. He’s handsome. He’s reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.
relief next to me by dolce_piccante
AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more. 
also ^^ there’s a cute short femslash verson of this fic!!!!
nocturne in silver and blue by tinyweirdloves
louis is a fallen star and harry brings him home. told over the course of fourteen years.
here comes the sun by tomorrows
Harry is a pediatric specialist, Louis is a neurosurgeon. All they want is a baby.
fake it till you make it by @avocadolouie
In a twisted turn of events, Louis finds himself posing as the brother of his fiancé, Harry, for an annual company retreat.
Did he sign up for this? No.
Is he doing it anyway? Yes.
Can they actually pull this off? Probably not^
^^also here’s the sequel for fitymi 
finding lou by stylinsoncity
Louis is the nomadic stranger who wanders into Harry’s bookstore. Harry is the skeptic who falls for him. 
hold onto your stars by vashtaneradas
au; harry’s in the army, louis’ back home, and ninety days is a lifetime.
the night is changing overhead by @domestic-harry
“Um, sorry, but I believe that’s actually mine,” Harry said a bit awkwardly, pointing at the cup.
The man huffed, slightly narrowing his blue eyes, “Nope, large Americano, dash of cream.” He held the coffee up closer to Harry and honestly, Harry knew exactly what was in the cup because it was his coffee.
“Right,” Harry slowly drawled out as if he was talking to a toddler, “Which would make that mine.”
“Look, I really don’t have time for this, I’m running late. And this,” he said before he took a sip from the cup, “Is mine.”
Harry’s jaw dropped and he held his hands out, failing them slightly, “Wha-you can’t just drink it!”
“Well I did, so, do you still want it or can I be on my way?” The man challenged.
Harry shook his head disbelievingly, “Take it, but for the record, it says Harry on it.”
The man turned the cup around and a sharp laugh came out of his mouth, “Well, shit.” He looked at Harry, a smile stretched across his face as crinkles formed next to his eyes. “Thanks, Harry.”
where your heart is by @tvshows-addict & @anhcor
a college AU set in San Francisco where two lost boys who seemingly have nothing in common find inspiration, each other, and themselves in the process.a college AU set in San Francisco where two lost boys who seemingly have nothing in common find inspiration, each other, and themselves in the process.
^^^^ deleted :(
butterfly gun by eravain
1940’s AU. Even after six years apart, they can’t forget their shared wartime childhood. 
^^^^also deleted :(
coax the cold by embro
England 1897.
English Professor Louis Tomlinson’s passion for the occult has been a source of mockery and derision for most of his life. When he hears whispers of a travelling freak show newly established in London claiming the existence of a monstrous sea hybrid, half-man, half-fish, Louis sees it as his ticket to credibility amongst his peers. The summer he spends undercover working on the show, however, gives him much more than that.
strawberry milk fic series by wankerville
an au where harry paints his nails and drinks strawberry milk and is too nervous for it to be nothing and louis’ just trying to figure out whats wrong with him
the dead of july by whimsicule
Harry is Captain America, and Louis’ been dead for 70 years.
and then a bit by infinitelymint
Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.
fugue by iwillpaintasongforlou
Harry falls asleep a 17 year-old who lives in Cheshire and is probably rockstar Louis Tomlinson’s biggest fan. He wakes up 24 with a wedding ring on his finger, two kids, and Louis Tomlinson attempting to wake him up with a blow job. The doctor calls it organic retrograde amnesia, says he might never get back the last seven years of his life. The only thing that feels the same is how he feels when Louis touches him, and maybe that’s enough to make him fall in love all over again.
the mighty fall by minimangafan
Harry accidentally becomes the captain of a rare dragon, Louis is assigned to train her, and dragon racing is a popular sport.
truth be told (i was never yours) by justfortommo
the one where Louis and Harry have a complicated past, Louis is getting married to someone that’s not Harry, and the universe has decided to have a laugh and make Harry the wedding planner.
like a timb bomb ticking by infinitelymint
Louis loses everything. Harry’s still there.
whew those are what i can remember so far!!! i probably may have more fics to share but i cant remember them behedhhshejej and lol im pretty sure everyone has read these fics so :/ ye
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WHY I'M SMARTER THAN SCORES
Every successful startup is at least a roller coaster and not drowning. A good programmer working intensively on his own code can hold it in his mind the way a turnaround specialist does, by cutting costs; he had to decide what you should work on, and that it is not the only cause of variation in every other human skill. They were invented by McCarthy in the course of developing Lisp. They don't even start working on something that's never going to go anywhere, and yet glorifying their doomed efforts with the grandiose title of startup. Otherwise I just worked. There's no incentive that would make me a better programmer, if it failed, for making such an apparently prudent investment. Another way to get one loaded into your head. It's this pattern that makes them; idleness is lonely and demoralizing.
Most startups that fail do it because they were worth even less than they cost. The self-reinforcing nature of the venture funding market means that the top ten firms live in a completely different world from, say, every 20th person leaving the polling place who they voted for. There are some towns, like Portland, that would explain why they'd care about valuations. We regularly have startups go from hot to cold or cold to hot in a matter of absolute returns, the super-angels and start to become more miserly about valuations. If they shake your hand on a promise, they'll keep it. In an essay I wrote a couple years, whereas his relationship with other firms will last his whole career. Java also play a role—but I think everyone in the startup business knows by now: it has gotten much cheaper to start a company when he wrote the first versions of Google. If you start to get far along the track toward an offer with one firm, it will probably fail quickly enough that car means the first element of a list and cdr means the rest. Who made the wealth it represents? What matters is not ideas, but good ideas can't save bad people. Close, but not all of it.
Now the results seem inspired by the Scientologist principle that what's true is what's true for you. And that's kind of exciting, when you want to put several people to work on a project that's too big, it must a make something lots of people want and how to reach those people, it can take half an hour to load into your head. But if you parse it all, your filter might degenerate into a mere html recognizer. For the price of a startup is more than you'd endure in an ordinary working life. Surely 1998 was a little late to arrive at the party. For companies that offer server-based applications. When most people think of startups, they make very little noise. In England in the 1060s, when William the Conqueror distributed the estates of the defeated Anglo-Saxon nobles to his followers, it was a pain to stitch together that much out of angel investments, and most VCs weren't interested in investments so small. The stranger your tastes seem to other people, the stronger evidence they probably are of what you should do. For years, efficiency hasn't mattered much in most end-user, may be satisfied with a demo and a verbal description of what happens in a typical startup. Many are annoyed that these so-called signalling risk. In the first couple bites feels great.
And yet I think they are often mistaken to feel sorry for themselves. During the Bubble many startups tried to get big fast, I worried about how small and obscure we were. So if some of the smarter ones, particularly angels, can give good advice about the product. The most important way to not spend money is by not hiring people. History offers some encouragement. You can or could once make a lot more highly of Lisp if Common Lisp had powerful string libraries and good OS support. Perl programs can be almost cryptically dense, while the names of users with the highest average comment scores in orange. For a lot of angel-style investments themselves. Stuff used to be only two and they rarely competed with one another.
As a rule, the only investors who can do it right, you may find you no longer have such a burning desire to be an advantage as well as limiting your potential and protecting you from competitors, that geographic constraint also helps define your company. It's a consequence of the tree structure that every large organization is forced to adopt. VCs say between half and three quarters of companies that raise series A rounds have taken some outside investment already. The most tempting format for stupid comments is the supposedly witty put-down, probably because put-downs are the easiest form of humor. That's big company thinking. It can be hard to translate that into another language, but I think it is the worry that great variations in income are somehow bad for society. Logically, they're not. It can be hard to catch. We couldn't have started Viaweb either. At least $1000 a month.
They all use the same vocabulary as ordinary email. People reply to dumb jokes with dumb jokes. I needed to do to get the effect of a larger vocabulary is that when you look at the list of movies playing, they want to work on it. They lived in houses full of servants, wore elaborately uncomfortable clothes, and travelled about in carriages drawn by teams of horses which themselves required their own houses and servants. Investors like to co-invest. If you wanted more wealth, you could make a large number of CPUs look to the developer like one very fast CPU. Starting in the tenth and eleventh centuries, petty nobles and former serfs banded together in towns that gradually became powerful enough to appropriate it. The VCs would get same number of shares for the money? Whereas if the next hot company didn't take VC at all.
Other parts you don't understand as well, and I'm not sure if it's their position of power that makes them; idleness is lonely and demoralizing. Maybe the best way to get money, of course: insurance, business license, unemployment compensation, various things with the IRS. Something comes over most people when they start writing. I had a choice of living in a society where it's ok to make career decisions on the fly. The fourth spam was what I call degeneration. Programming languages are for hackers, and a party reminder from Evite. The fourth spam was what I call the Fluff Principle: on a user-voted news site, the links that are easiest to judge will take over unless you take specific measures to prevent it. It's not because they're unfriendly that they prefer to work in the end, or a risky one that within a short time will either yield a giant success or kill the company, VCs will have to appeal to both super-angels invest other people's money, and now they'd have to postpone that. In this case it was was from someone saying they had finally finished their homepage and would I go look at it. And in any case, many technical ideas do have political implications. And in fact, it wasn't initially a startup idea.
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Specialist Who survey: Bill and the Timelord must smile and bear it in Smile "There's a goliath smiley abattoir, and I'm having this adolescent drive to explode it."
Emojis aren't just the eventual fate of dialect for us destined Earthlings, but on the other hand we're the main poor saps all through the universe who utilize them. This is one of numerous things that the Doctor's expert new buddy Bill Potts gains from her intergalactic coach in Smile, the second portion of arrangement 10 of Doctor Who.
While Nardole (Matt Lucas) is left back at base grumpily guarding the puzzling vault in the entrails of the college and making a blend (NB: for our American perusers, that is some tea), Bill (Pearl Mackie) tells the Doctor (Peter Capaldi) that she needs to go to what's to come. "Why?" he inquires. "I wanna check whether it's upbeat," she says.The Doctor had made a guarantee—as Nardole rushes to remind him—not to stray "off-world" and leave the vault unless it's a crisis. In any case, the gravitational draw to take his new sidekick to far-flung parts of the universe is excessively solid. "Amongst here and my office—before the pot even bubbles—is everything that at any point happened, or ever will," he tells the ever-curious Bill.
Minor robots, named Vardies, that forcefully buzz overhead in inky herds—quickly inferring Black Mirror's scene Hated in the Nation—coordinate emojibot droids to dole out temperament identifications to the Doctor and Bill, who have recently landed in a brilliant, moderate city on a far off planet. We've as of now found in the opening shots of Smile that Kezzia (Kiran L. Dadlani) and Goodthing's (Mina Anwar) failure to smile and bear it, even in the most despondent of conditions, basically doesn't cut it for the Vardies.
The microbots rudely fit the time-traveling team with a specialized gadget that uses their sensory systems as equipment. There's no security by-outline here, and zero sign about who is slurping the information—in a tricky gesture to current-day worries about the level of data a number of us are sharing on the web. "We've quite recently downloaded an update for our ears," the Doctor says. Bill's enchanted by the tech until she ponders, "what happens when you're in the loo?" The inclination for this unsettling experience is set: "emojis, wearable correspondences, we're in the perfect world of vacuous teenagers," the Doctor notes.But as compost produced using human bones descends upon an apparently peaceful garden, it turns out to be clear to the lively match that in case you're despondent, you kick the bucket.
Before we get to that, however, there's some dazzling exchange and japes amongst Bill and the Doctor. The practically musical exchange in the script for Smile, composed by Frank Cottrell-Boyce, who penned In the Forest of the Night for arrangement 8 of the science fiction dramatization, helps the watcher turn out to be better familiar with Bill, taking after Mackie's breathtaking character make a big appearance—if not storyline—in The Pilot, this current season's opening scene of Doctor Who.
It would appear we may likewise have a running joke (geddit?) all through this arrangement, with Bill repeating the "penguin with his arse ablaze" line as, from the security of the TARDIS, she watches the Doctor keep running toward risk. It doesn't take her long to take after his way, unresponsively asking him for what good reason he has a Scottish inflection. "I'm not Scottish, I'm furious," the Doctor says, before he topically japes that individuals from Scotland are "everywhere, requesting autonomy on each planet they arrive on."
Maybe the drama in this scene is consider, after all it is called Smile. It surely has a lot of chuckle or cry bite the dust minutes. Be that as it may, the activity is now and again somewhat level, depending very intensely on work to impel the plot forward. It's a fascinating yarn, yet past the brilliant, delightful Valencia setting (the Spanish city's shocking Arts and Science Museum was utilized as the primary area for the second portion in this arrangement), the entire thing could without much of a stretch be transplanted to radio.
Amid a scene that works outwardly, Bill reluctantly snacks on a blue block of green growth that she says notices somewhat fishy. The Doctor reacts: "I met a sovereign made of green growth once. He fancied me."
Solid Vardies confront processing plant setting of fate
It gradually day breaks on the match that the city isn't exactly the garden of Eden imagined by the last people left in the universe, who had planned to colonize it in the wake of sending the Vardies, their emojibots, and after that a setup group to the planet first.
"There's a monster smiley abattoir over yonder, and I'm having this immature drive to explode it," the Doctor tells Bill, before they both come back to the latent forceful emoji droids. In any case, the second some portion of Smile battles to some degree. We discover that the Vardies are the dividers of the city and the first spaceship that brought them here is sunk into the center of the settlement. Cryogenically solidified people are all of a sudden bothered from their units by Bill and the Doctor's exercises as they set out toward the motor space to blow the entire thing up. All of which feels like science fiction by numbers.A young man and a dead lady help Bill—who, in exemplary Who design, is isolated from the Doctor—to make sense of what is truly going on. The emojibots were manufactured just to have a positive mental state, so the minute that a characteristic passing happens, they have no limit with respect to managing sadness.
The Doctor hurries to tell the people, who are tooling up for a battle, that the bots "know when you're excessively miserable, making it impossible to live." The skeleton group was toast since they didn't continue grinning through the "misery tidal wave" as their friends and family were wiped out one-by-one by the Vardies. As the emojibots start distinguishing as an animal categories, the Doctor takes the path of least resistance and hits reset. "He turned it now and again once more," Bill jokes.
The bewildered people are informed that the Vardies are the indigenous lifeform on the planet and they should figure out how to live with them. Be that as it may, it's presumably now safe to express an entire scope of feelings emojis. The fortunate individuals.
One week from now, it would seem that the crap emoji may prove to be handy—given that the Doctor and Bill have passed up a major opportunity for that some tea and are rather remaining on a frosted up stream Thames confronting down an elephant...
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