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nonalie · 1 year

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Is This What You Wanted: Part 4 | Aemond Targaryen

Summary: You are wed to Aemond Targaryen, but you swore to yourself that you would never love him. Inspired by the song Is This What You Wanted, by The Last Shadow Puppets (and ofc episode 8 of House of the Dragon!)

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A/N: Part 4 is finally here, I apologize for the delay! I’m gonna be writing daily for NaNoWriMo through the entirety of November so expect more updates weekly (I have some ideas for one-shots)! Thank you so much for reading!!!

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Relaxing on a pile of pillows on the ground, you warmed the soles of your now bare feet close to the dying fire. Uncomfortable shoes scattered across the room when you managed to lose them somehow as you were walking across the chamber, and the decorative headpiece discarded, slowly falling off the back of a nearby chair. The only sounds that seemed to echo through the now dormant castle was your laughter, amplified by the goblet of wine that had been filled and refilled multiple times over the past few hours.

Aemond stood up from his spot next to you, and you watched the pillows that had sunken into the stone floor under his weight slowly start to rise again. The fire roared up into the chimney as he added an extra two logs, wiping his hands on his trousers to clean off the shavings. He picked up the almost empty flagon of wine before making his way back over to you.

You reached your arm out to accept the wine being poured into your goblet, then waited for him to sit back down.

“Oh—oh,” you jumped up from your spot on the ground. “Do you remember when Helaena found that green beetle that couldn’t fly and Ser Criston stepped on it? I never heard her shout at someone like that before.”

“Good,” he smirked. “He deserves to be told off.”

Wine spilled over the edge of your goblet as you laughed loudly, causing you to gasp, but then switched back to laughter once more when you saw that Aemond still had the smirk on his face. You placed the goblet down momentarily and wiped your fingers on your gown, not worrying about stains since both were the same shade of red.

Refilling your cup once again, the flagon now empty, Aemond leaned over until both of your goblets were within an inch of each other.

“To our successful marriage,” he said. “And to my beautiful wife.”

“Thank you, my Prince.” You felt your cheeks redden as you clinked your goblet against his.

“Princess,” he said and put the goblet up to his lips.

You tried to hide the blush by bringing the goblet up to your lips, smiling as you sipped the maroon liquid.

The silence was calming as you both drank your wine. The fire crackled next to you, and the soft sounds of the city entered your ears. Aemond’s chamber faced the majority of the city of King’s Landing, and you heard the distant sounds of music echoing through the sandstone streets.

“Sounds like we're not the only ones celebrating tonight.” You instinctively turned your head towards the open windows as Aemond spoke. Feeling him shift next to you, you turned back around to see him standing up, his hand extended outwards. “Come on,” he said. “I'm sure we can do much better this time.”

You cringed slightly at his remark, remembering how you stepped on his toes not once but three times during your first dance. “I'm not the one who didn’t remember the steps,” you joked back but accepted his hand anyway.

Aemond led you closer towards the open window. While the sounds of the city were louder here, you still tried to stay as silent as possible just to be able to hear the music. Pulling you closer towards him this time, you felt his grip on your right hand tighten momentarily before he started moving. He had no problems remembering the steps this time as he delicately maneuvered you around the room, and you were able to avoid his toes without having to look down. The music outside started to quicken, and he obliged, spinning you around faster and making you giggle as you relished in him leading the dance. It made you wonder if his talents came from his expert swordsmanship; that was similar to dancing, right?

Though your thoughts of his elegance and poise made you lose your own balance, and on the third spin in the sequence, your back suddenly hit his chest, the impact causing you to take a quick breath. But before you could turn around to apologize, you realized that his arms had firmly encircled you.

The music still played outside but you could barely hear it over the beating of your own heart that echoed in your ears. You felt his breath on the back of your neck as he angled his head down towards you, and for a second you thought that maybe it wasn’t your own heart beating that you could hear, but his own. Leaning your head back further against his chest, you looked up through your lashes to see how close he was. His eye was closed, and you felt his breath against your parted lips now.

You hovered there for what felt like an eternity, lips barely a centimeter from each other, before he slowly started moving again.

The music playing outside did not matter anymore as the two of you were now dancing to your own melody. Swaying gently along with the breeze that entered the chamber through the open window, your back was still up against his chest, and you were sure now that you could feel his heart beating through the soft black fabric of his shirt.

You finally turned to face him after some time. His eye now open and staring deep into yours, you continued to dance as the wind picked up. You heard the fire crackle as it hit the stones surrounding it, and the same gust of wind lifted the bottom hem of your skirts. A shiver ran through you, and you instinctively moved closer towards Aemond’s body, tightening your grip on his shoulder.

“Are you cold, My Lady?” A small smile decorated the corners of his lips.

“Yes, My Prince,” you responded. “The wind seems to have picked up.”

Aemond stopped moving, and you assumed he would step away from you. Releasing you from the warm embrace in order to walk towards the grand windows and close them. But instead he brought his hand up to your chin, still holding onto you with his other hand, and tilted your head back to look up at him. The smirk on his face never faltered as he looked lovingly into your eyes.

He took a step forward, forcing you to take a step back—and then another, and another—until you felt yourself nearing the decorative half wall that separated his large oak bed from the rest of his chambers. He had dropped his hand from your chin by that point, but you were still looking up at him, not daring to break eye contact. At that moment you wanted to burn every inch of his face into your memory, as the look he was giving you was something that you had never seen before in anyone's eyes.

As you passed the threshold that divided the two rooms you instantly felt the cold wind cease. He led you backwards until you felt the solid oak hit the back of your legs, causing you to sit down at the foot of the bed.

The heavy black and red curtains that decorated the four poster bed were tied to the posts intricately, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he would close them for what happens next. You wondered if he would prefer to shroud the both of you in darkness, or if he’d rather look upon your face; a part of you wishing it was the latter.

His hand ventured across the side of your face, caressing your cheek before dropping back down to where the three clasps held your shawl in place. He unfastened each individual clasp slowly, not breaking eye contact. But you noticed that the smirk was now completely gone, replaced by a similar look to the one he gave you before he kissed you earlier that night. As soon as the third clasp was released, the shawl slipped from your frame and onto the feather mattress.

“Stand up.” Aemond commanded as he reached his hand out towards you once again. Obeying, you stood from your spot on the bed, not wanting to challenge the look that he was giving you. Your bare shoulders hit the cold air as you rose, and you watched as his good eye scanned down the length of your body, only now being able to truly take in the intricacy of your gown.

“Do you like the gown I chose, My Prince?” You asked.

His piercing blue eye shot back up to your face. “Yes,” he said. The smirk appearing again as he leaned down to your ear. “But what interests me more is how long it will take for me to remove it.”

There was no way to hide the deep red blush that instantly spread across your face this time, and he made sure of that. As soon as you tried to drop your head, his hand went to the side of your face, running his thumb over the redness on your cheek.

“My Lady,” he waited to continue speaking until you looked up at him. “Do you know what happens between a man and a woman on their wedding night?” He asked gently.

You nodded your head quickly, muttered a quiet ‘yes,’ and attempted to turn your face away again, but he stopped you.

He tucked a stray hair behind your ear carefully before speaking again, his words falling to a whisper. “I won’t hurt you,” he said. “I promise.”

You looked back up into his eye. “I know.” Your voice sounded, barely a whisper too.

But that was all that he needed, and soon both of his hands dropped down to the ties on the front of your gown. He pulled on the ornate ribbons, releasing them slowly, and watching as the silky fabric began to slide off your shoulders, before it finally slipped to the ground, revealing the pearl white gown underneath. One hand caressing your face as he slipped the other hand in between both of you, weaving his fingers through the thin white cord which held the gown tight to your body. You felt it loosen with every tug until he pulled his hand away completely, holding the cord in his hand, now separated from the fabric. The last thing holding the soft tulle to your body was the red ribbon at the nape of your neck.

Taking one last look at you, Aemond leaned down and smashed his lips to yours. You felt his fingers pull on the ribbon, and soon after felt your gown pooling at your feet.

Deepening the kiss, a sigh escaped your lips as you reached up to run your fingers through his long white hair.

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The flickering candlelights of darkness were replaced by a soft warm hue that glowed on the outside of your eyelids. Peeling open your eyes, you realized that the warmth you felt on your face was actually the light of the morning sun entering through the still open eastern windows.

You looked around to find that you were laying down in an unfamiliar chamber, the light of the candles on the walls still quivering, melted almost entirely down to the metal spike holding them up. Blinded by the light, your attempt to take in your surroundings through blurry vision was thwarted. Shifting over slightly, you pulled the heavy covers up and over your eyes, trying your best to recall why exactly you were waking up in a strange bed.

Then the memories of the night before slowly started flooding back in, and the other party responsible for you waking up in the dragon’s den stirred beside you.

You were nervous to turn around, unsure if he was awake yet or not. And to be honest, you didn’t know which you would prefer. But you were starting to lose oxygen hiding your face under the covers, and you knew you’d have to come out sooner or later.

Peeling back the heavy sheet covering your face, you slowly moved it down to your nose—then down even further to your chin. Slowly turning your head over to the side once you felt him stop moving.

Aemond was splayed out next to you on his stomach, arm span covering at least two thirds of the bed. Only then you realized that you were cuddled up right on the edge. His white hair seemed to have wrapped its long strands across his face and neck, the hair by his nose gently lifting up and down to signify that he was in fact still breathing. You noticed that the black eyepatch was missing from his eye, but the left side of his face was buried deep in the pillow. He must have removed it at some point in the night.

Turning around to face him, you noticed that the calmness of sleep on his face erased all the signs of stress and tension that normally resided there. Reluctantly, you reached out your hand to move the stray hairs away, but as soon as your fingertips brushed over his cheek, he awoke with a start. Jumping up from where his face was planted in the pillow, he turned the left side of his face quickly away from you. But you had caught a glimpse of the blue sapphire that resided in the empty gap of where his left eye used to be, reflecting blue in the sunlight that was hitting the both of you.

“Please.” Sitting up, you reached out your hand toward him. “It doesn’t frighten me, Aemond.”

You watched him take a deep breath, and you realized how long it’s been since you’ve actually called him by his name. He closed his right eye, and turned slowly towards you, the sapphire catching the light once again. Placing your hand on his cheek just as you did the night before, you thought you could feel the deep blue color burning into your own eyes, reflecting the color back to him.

“You don’t frighten me, Aemond.” You said as soon as you saw his right eye look up at you.

You felt his jaw clench under your palm, and this time you leaned in to kiss him. The awkward positions of your bodies forcing you to adjust yourself until you were almost sitting on his lap, causing the heavy covers to drop from the tight cocoon against you. You weren’t expecting the chill that suddenly hit your body, reaching down with your other hand to lift the covers back up. But Aemond’s hand grabbed your wrist.

You felt the blush forming on your cheeks when Aemond’s eyes dropped down to scan over your body. The smirk that you had missed for the past few hours creeping up to the corners of his lips yet again.

“I don’t think anyone will be expecting us at breakfast.” Aemond said before leaning back into the kiss.

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spookyspecterino · 8 days

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15 Lines of Dialogue Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Thanks for tagging me! @fangbangerghoul

(This is a Picrew of my OC, Canary. I created her for the Bale Batman universe, where she commits various unhinged crimes. Just writing her for fun at this point and I've had a blast with her so far. I really was put on this earth to write crazy characters.)

Lines are below the cut

1. Canary tosses her cigarette into the street with a flick. "I don't know what you were originally thinking, big guy, but you're fucked now."

2. "You know that job was mine... are you stepping on my toes here?" She crosses her arms, leveling him with a stare. "Actually, don't answer that. I don't care."

3. Canary shrugs, that signature, slow smile stretching from ear to ear. "Bats...come on...let's just talk this out first!"

4. "Oh, I would never!" She hesitates, "Unless someone paid me to do it. Then...yeah, then I'd do it." Crane gives her a look. "What? I like money."

5. "Well, I could always break the Clown out..." The startled stares around the room turn to her. The conversation hushes. Canary smiles. "I'm joking, I'm joking!"

6. She takes a drag from her cigarette. The blood on her fingers stain the yellow paper. "You do that again and I'll kiss you on the mouth."

7. "I'm a fairly simple person. I like murder and I hate being in jail."

8. "Sounds good!" She shoves the knife deeper in the man's chest. He's already dead from the looks of it. "Absolutely no problem at all!"

9. "Do I look like I'm the kind of person that goes to a hospital?" Crane just stares at her blankly. "Come on, I keep duct tape in the car for a reason."

10. Canary scratches her head, or tries to to, but the cuffs restrain her movement. "Hey, bats. Can we hurry this up? I have a 7:00 I gotta get to." He ignores her. He always does. "I reaaally can't miss this, Barb is gonna be pissed if I do." Her cuffs rattle as she shakes her hands for emphasis. "We're reading The Great Gatsby this week and I'm in charge of bringing the snacks!"

11. "Fair enough. But I'm still going to put a collar on you and make you walk on all fours."

12. "Please don't growl at me, Croc." She pouts up at him. "You know I'm sensitive."

13. "How on earth am I--" Canary switches the cellphone to her other hand as she kicks the dead man's arm into the trunk. "--supposed to get anyone to respond to an email these days?"

14. "Yeah, listen. I've never had a problem with clowns, but this..." She looks around the room at the sea of colorful masks. "This is a little much for me. And I'm fairly easy going."

15. "So you want me to kill someone?" She shifts her weight, leaning against the half-wall. Her fingers turn over a pack of cigarettes. Crane nods in that solemn way he always does, never giving anything away behind those blue eyes. Canary continues, "Ok. I like you, so I'll do it. But I expect a favor, later on." She waggles her eyebrows trying to get some sort of reaction from him.

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No pressure tagging others that might be interested in playing: @nocturnest @aro-pancake @jakopom @bokatankryze

#This was a treat #Thanks Fang

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daydreamgoddess14 · 10 months

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My bad habits lead to you pt. 6

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Sequel to We lie awake in love and fear

From a prompt by @lilacmermaid25:

5 times Ted returns from Kansas for a wedding, one time he returns 'just because'.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Here we go, it's the end! One time Ted returns to Richmond 'just because'. I've loved writing this, I really, really hope you've enjoyed it. I'm so excited for you to see the ending.

Chapter 6

Ted.

He hadn’t intended it. He’d been so consumed with shutting down to avoid getting hurt - or hurting anyone else - that when Rebecca had opened her front door to him nearly two years ago and called him out on how closed off he was being, the depth of his feelings had quite literally taken him off his feet and down on his knees in front of her. He’d have happily stayed there for the rest of his life too. But he’d committed to returning to Kansas, and she’d told him clearly that it was a one night only deal. That it had continued at Beard’s wedding at Stonehenge was unexpected. He hadn’t realised that Matthijs would be leaving early, hadn’t anticipated what seeing someone else touching Rebecca would do to him. She’d been angry at Nate’s wedding, and rightly so - crowding her in the doorway of her bedroom and not telling her about Marie had been a mistake, but he couldn’t resist touching her. He understood why she’d turned up on his doorstep and took what she needed from him, her not letting him touch her had nearly killed him. They’d been in a better place at Roy and Keeley’s wedding. Determined to break the cycle that threatened to destroy their friendship. But then she’d spoken with so much love, and there was that outfit and suddenly the thought of not touching again her became too much to bear. He’d made a huge mistake in taking Marie to Leslie’s vow renewal, he knew that immediately. He’d been struggling to commit and Marie had been so insistent. He thought it could be the one thing that finally stopped him and Rebecca doing more damage to each other and to any future relationships they tried to pursue. He was wrong and she was right, as usual.

Colin’s wedding had been a revelation to him. He’d danced with her, kissed her, loved her so publicly. His room at the B&B had been abandoned. He spent three nights in her bed, three days and nights by her side making up for every hasty, illicit fuck. Three days and nights making her toes curl and pulling sighs and moans from her beautiful mouth. He could almost believe that this could be their life together. That he could do this forever. But his decision had been made two years previously, he’d chosen Henry. Granted, he’d done it with very little consultation with Michelle or Henry, but it was vital for him to be in Henry’s life. It was non negotiable. The fact that Rebecca knew that, and understood and supported it almost made it worse. He was practically breaking her heart with her knowing consent.

“Hey bud, dinner’s ready.” He called out from the kitchen. Henry stashed his Switch into the sofa cushions. Some new game hot on his mind. “Whatcha playin’?” Henry wouldn’t meet his eye.

“New Pokemon game, Becca got a Switch too and I’m showing her how to play.”

“Becca got a games console?” Ted was incredulous.

“Yeah, so we can play. She emailed me and mom to find out which one to get.” Spring was just within grasp. He hadn’t spoken to Rebecca directly since he’d left London in the new year. 10 weeks and he was still in denial about approaching any kind of ‘new deal’ with Michelle, 10 weeks that he’d text Rebecca back, but never called her. Unwilling or unable to hear her voice pulling him back to London. “Mom said you really need to talk to Becca. She’s sad and nothing me or mom tell her is helping.”

“What exactly are you and mom telling her?”

“That we’ll figure something out. I’ve gotta finish these exams, but then mom said maybe we could move.” The boy shrugged into his pasta. Ted sat down before his legs gave out.

“I think I need to speak to your mom.” He muttered. Henry raised an eyebrow,

“Duhh, Dad.” Ted finished dinner in silence. Henry sensed not to push his dad’s mood and left him alone with his thoughts. Ted drove Henry home after dinner, his half a week over. The last few times, he hadn’t walked Henry to the door, he’d dropped him off and watched him go into the house, waving from the car. This time though, he got out and followed Henry.

“Hey guys, how’s your week been?” Michelle asked, trying to hug Henry on his way inside, the boy nearly as tall as her.

“Pretty good mom. I got Becca to level 8 at last!” Henry dodged past her, avoiding her grasp in typical teenage boy fashion.

“I know, she told me! She’s very proud.”

“And so I should be - I worked very hard on that level I’ll have you know.” Henry peered around into the sitting room to see Rebecca with her feet tucked under her on his mom’s sofa, a glass of wine in her hand and a Richmond hoodie on with her jeans.

“You’re here!” Henry barrelled past his mom and practically jumped onto the sofa into Rebecca’s arms.

"Oof, I am here! It's amazing what you can do when you have a private jet."

"You’re here. I thought Nora had banned you from using it?" Ted said, following Michelle into the room.

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her. How are you?"

"'Bout to be ambushed by all accounts."

"The first rule of intervention is 'surprise!' - Ta da!" Rebecca joked with jazz hands. Ted didn't look overly pleased.

"I'm gonna get you a beer because I think it will help.” Michelle patted him on the shoulder before throwing Rebecca a wide eyed look once she was out of eyeshot.

“I thought it was just a few emails before Christmas?”

“It was." Rebecca started,

"And then you came back looking like… well kinda like you look now - like you do every time your mother visits. Like you do every time you get back from a visit to London.” Michelle pushed the beer into his hand.

“I don’t understand, I-”

“Of course you don’t. Rebecca got back in touch a week or two after the new year when she hadn’t heard from you. She sounded so hurt, I asked if I could call her and we talked for a long, long time. She told me everything, Ted. She told me what’s been going on since right before you moved back and she told me what she said to you at the airport the last time you left London. And then I told her to come here."

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He looked at Michelle, then Rebecca, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Why didn’t you? You made it sound - to Rebecca at least - like you were going to come back and have a discussion with me? Like we would actually talk about how the hell we ended up in this situation where you feel that you’re the one who has to give 100% all of the time. Where you think that sacrificing your love for her is some act of fucking nobility.” Ted looked intently at his beer bottle. “It’s not, by the way. It’s tragic. Henry told you himself - he told you that you are happier in London. Did you not listen to him?” Ted started to mumble. Even Rebecca looked down into her wine glass, feeling chastised. “No, no excuses. You didn’t ask, you didn’t find out if we would meet you halfway. You assumed that we wouldn’t.”

“Hey now that’s not fair, I couldn’t expect you and Henry to ditch your entire lives here because I… because I love Rebecca.”

“Why the heck not? She’s made it perfectly clear that she doesn’t just love you. She loves Henry, she’s been a really great friend to me. She’s invested not just in you but in your life, your history and your future. You need to let her show you. That's why I suggested she come here for a few days.” Michelle stood between them with her hands on her hips with Henry watching the somewhat one sided verbal tennis match. "Now, I'm gonna take Henry, we're going to the store cos lord knows Rebecca and I need more wine. You two have got an hour to talk. I mean, obviously you can carry on longer than that, but we'll be back in an hour." She gestured to Henry to get moving, "So keep your hands to yourselves." She added quietly. Ted stayed in the doorway while he heard the car reverse off the driveway.

"And I thought I was scary." Rebecca finally looked at him with a wry smile.

"I know, right? I can't believe you're here."

"Me either. We worked it out a couple of days ago. I hope I’m not intruding? I know you said you needed to figure it out but… well there didn’t seem to be too much of that going on.” Ted looked down again, ashamed. He remained silent for what felt like hours.

“I didn’t know how.” He admitted at last. “I know it’s so easy to see the fun and easy side - seeing how well you and Henry - and now Michelle - all get along, seeing how we are when we’re together. But what happens when it’s not easy like that? What if Hen and Michelle hated the UK? What if we don’t work out? What if I’m too much? What if I'm not enough?" His hands clenched around his beer bottle, shaking the contents so much they started to spill out from the top. Rebecca was by his side straight away, taking the bottle and replacing it with her own hands. She held both of his hands in one of hers and used her free hand to brush the hair from his forehead and stroke his cheek.

"Breathe with me my darling, copy my breathing. Nice and steady, in…." She held his gaze, hoping he could see every ounce of love in her eyes. "... and out. And do that again for me, sweetheart. You're doing beautifully." He brought her hand up to his chest, holding it tightly. She stepped closer so they were almost nose to nose. "That's it, you've got it under control. We've got it." She didn't move until he nodded confirmation that it had passed. "I'm sorry, Ted. I'm so sorry. My being here brought that on."

"No, no. I just got carried away." He moved to sit, pulling her down next to him. He reached out to toy with the ties of her hoodie. "Never thought I'd see you in one of these." She pointed down to the name embroidered on the front above the Richmond Team logo - LASSO.

"New workwear order came in." She shrugged. "I don't want to contribute to the fast fashion epidemic, Ted."

"Sure, you're really doing your bit for the environment with that jet." He teased.

"I can just fuck off home, you know?"

"I don't want you to do that. How long do I have you for?"

"Two days. I'm flying back on Saturday morning for the match on Sunday."

"And do you two geniuses have a plan for those two days? Or did the intervention plans stop here?"

"We did think we might be winging it from this point really, to be honest. It all depended on how well me sitting in your ex wife's house went."

"What's the verdict?"

"You haven't kicked me out yet. Or run away. Feeling better?"

"Yeah, you stopped it before it got too bad."

"You stopped it, darling, not me." He shook his head, disagreeing.

"Where're you stayin'?"

"Is this really what you want to talk about when we have an hour alone?"

"I'm hoping for around at least 45 of your 48 hours here to be alone with me."

"Hmm wonder why." She rolled her eyes.

"Do you think it's possible to go for one an hour?"

"One what an hour?" Ted raised his eyebrows leaving Rebecca near speechless.

"Oh my god! Number one, we need to sleep, number two, no I don't think that's physically possible."

"I like how you clarified the sleep bit first. OK, we'll minus… 16 hours. Still leaves 29 to aim for. A solid target." Rebecca’s eyes twinkled with laughter, despite her shaking her head.

"I distinctly recall telling you that sex was no longer on the cards until we'd decided what this is. I am standing by that comment."

"I hear ya. No arguments from me. Just to check though, does that mean I can't make you come?" Rebecca didn't have a chance to answer. Henry bombed through the door with a bucket of popcorn, Michelle was right behind with a 4 pack of beers and a bottle of wine.

"Well, you two are the gift that keeps giving!" Rebecca hopped up off the sofa and followed them to the kitchen, turning back to Ted at the door, "Are you coming, Ted?"

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Ted, Rebecca and Michelle got drunk in the kitchen. Once they'd finally encouraged Henry to go to bed- on the hand on heart promise that he'd see Rebecca the following day - they tucked into the wine, beer and eventually a bottle of whiskey Ted had left behind when he'd moved out.

"I am not going to bed until we have a plan of a plan to discuss with Henry tomorrow. He'll ask, and he won't stop asking. So we might as well work out something before he starts asking." Michelle reasoned.

"I agree, this isn't something we can do in isolation but you should both have a limit on the things you are and aren't willing to say yes to." Rebecca added.

"Exactly. Like, if we did move then I have some rules around how quickly we can make that happen whereas he pretty much wants to go back with you on Saturday!"

"I have plenty of space for you both, but you have to think of yourself as well Michelle and a timing that works for you." Ted watched the women talk for a while until Rebecca noticed his silence. "Ted?"

"I'm gonna go back to my original questions - what happens when it’s not as easy as you two have planned? What if Hen and Michelle hate the UK?" Rebecca noticed he'd missed off the last few questions more specific to her and them.

"Ted, hon, I don't think it's gonna be easy. I've barely been anywhere, I haven't done anything with my life. You had an opportunity to do something so crazily different and you took it. Now I have that chance too. So if it's not easy, then I'm ready for a challenge. We already co-parent really well - all things considered. Even more so now Jake is out of the picture. Rebecca and I get along really well. Frankly, I'll be more grateful for her support than I will for my mother's!" Rebecca raised her glass to that. "And if I hate the UK then I hate it, I'll move back - it's really no big deal. Even if I just taught for a year there it'll open up so many avenues later on back here if I need to. Henry is the perfect age to move - we'd get in right before exams and important stuff like that… Ted. Let me meet you halfway on this, please?" He nodded once.

"Rebecca and I still need to sort some things out. But I'm not disagreeing with you. If you want to look at this seriously, then we will. We should." Michelle looked elated. She jumped up from the kitchen table to hug him before moving to Rebecca. The women embraced happily.

"Look, even if the things that Ted and I need to talk about can't be resolved, I will still support you as much as I can with moving if that's what you want - and moving back if you ever wanted to. I'm ridiculously rich, please, please let me use my money to help you as much as I can. I want to make sure that this is as easy as possible for you and Henry, and money helps." Michelle’s eyes filled with tears.

"I swear to god, Ted, if you don't work things out with Rebecca then I might! OK. I've had enough whiskey. I'm gonna go to bed. The guest room is all made up for you, Rebecca. I wasn't sure where you'd want to stay. Ted, if you need to sleep elsewhere then you get the couch." She shrugged, passing Rebecca with a hand to her shoulder and leaving them to it.

"So."

"So. Looks like you need to start house hunting."

"What if I already had somewhere in mind?"

"That's great for you, but Michelle probably needs somewhere to live."

"You're agreeing with me? No questions asked? I just suggested that I move in with you and you didn't even blink?" She looked at him like he'd gone mad.

"Ted, as far as I'm concerned there isn't a scenario here in which you move back to London and live elsewhere. Unless you don't want us to be together? Because if that's the case then you should definitely live somewhere else." Ted smiled for what felt like the first time in a long time. For the first time since spending new year in London.

"Higgy and Julie made me realise I want a love that will last. You asked if I could see myself loving someone for 35 years. I can. It's you, sweetheart. It’s always been you and in the great tradition of you always being right, you were right about me moving back here. It hasn't made me any happier, it hasn't even made me a better father. I should never have decided alone, I should have opened up to Henry, to Michelle and I should never have left you crying in a fucking airport. You have given me nothing but your love since I told you I was leaving, since way before then, and I haven’t been strong enough to hold onto it." He moved to his knees in front of the wooden kitchen chair she sat on. She was crying, exactly as she had been the last two times he'd left her at the airport. "I'm sorry. I love you so much, baby. You make me stronger, you make me want to hold on." She slipped forwards off the chair and into his arms, kissing his tears away.

~~~~~~~

Ted was used to waking early. Even on days he didn't have Henry, he'd still be up with the sun. In waking at 6am Kansan time, he'd known that he could speak to Rebecca right up until late afternoon when she'd have to go to bed. He could talk to her for hours if he'd wanted. He didn't, of course. There was the original awkwardness left by him leaving initially, which stilted their usual conversations. Then after Beard’s wedding it all felt a bit strained knowing that Matthijs was part of her life. She'd struggled too with Marie being in his life. By the time they were actually both single he thought it would feel even stranger to want to speak to her as much as he did. So he woke early, just to have the option. 6am with her was the very best though. In the handful of 6ams he'd seen her, she was always still sleeping. He could watch the sun track around the room, catching in her hair, on her skin. 6am Rebecca was peaceful and soft. 6am Ted could hardly keep his hands to himself. He was usually able to hold off until closer to 7am, a far more respectable hour. This morning though, in Michelle’s guest room, with the Kansan sun lighting her up, he didn't want to wait. If jetlag was anything to go by, she wouldn’t sleep for much longer anyway, and he wanted as many hours as possible with her before she had to fly back. He also had a feeling that Henry would have no trouble getting up for school this morning, unlike other mornings where Ted had to practically drag him out of his room. He traced the embroidered LASSO on her Richmond t-shirt, seeing her wearing his name was enough to make the blood whoosh through his veins.

“If you’re going to touch me up, you are allowed under my t-shirt you know.” She mumbled, eyes still closed.

“I’m a guy who seeks permission rather than forgiveness.” He replied, moving closer to her. She rolled onto her back, pulling him with her and shifting so he could lay between her legs.

“You definitely have my permission.” She kept her eyes closed, her hands tracing up and down his back. The light touch tickled, making him shiver into her. She rolled her hips against him in response. “Sorry,” she whispered, opening her eyes a fraction, “my body does whatever it wants whenever you’re around.” He leaned down on his elbows to kiss her.

“If I ever complain about that, then I’m done for. Take me out back and-” she put a finger to his lips.

“Don’t be silly.” She smiled. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, welcome to Kansas.”

“Thanks, the view is spectacular.” He laughed, his whole body rumbled against her and she rolled her hips again. “Ted, stop it!”

“You got me to lay here. If you can’t take the heat,”

“I can take it, don’t you worry about me.” This time, she rocked her hips against his with purpose, feeling him semi hard against her thigh. “Though I’m not entirely sure that doing this in your ex wife's guest room with everyone about to wake up is a good idea.”

“Hmm. We’re not doing anything.” His hand snaked under her t-shirt and up. “Yet.” A loud knock on the door sounded,

“Hey dad! Coffees on, come down!”

“We’ll be right there, H.” Rebecca replied. “Time to move.” She looked up at Ted, wiggling against him.

“Easy for you to say. I might need a minute first.” He groaned, kissing her again. She didn’t help when she slipped out from underneath him and pulled the t-shirt off so she could get dressed. “Becca, you’re killing me.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, darling. Ready to go down?”

“Down where?” He said into the pillow. She just laughed and left him alone.

“So.” Henry looked seriously at Rebecca across the breakfast table. “What’s the plan, boss?” She smiled fondly at him.

“Let’s wait for your dad. I’m not sure if there’s enough time to talk about it all before school.” “We should be ok,” Michelle offered, “if you and Ted wouldn’t mind taking Hen then it gives us a bit more time. My school is in the opposite direction.” Rebecca nodded,

“Of course, I hope I won’t be ruining your cool credentials by taking you to school?” She teased Henry.

“Are you kidding? My friends all know you have a jet and own a whole football team! They already think you’re the coolest.”

“Is that all I had to do?” Michelle feigned hurt.

“Children are so fickle!” Rebecca laughed.

“You’re cool too mom. But you don’t get to see Jamie Tartt every day.”

“I can arrange it so that she does, if that helps.” Rebecca shrugged. “He is very cute.” She pointed out to Michelle who laughed loudly,

“He’s also a little young for me!”

“Hmm. He’s also in a bit of a throuple at the moment as well.” “What’s a throuple?” Henry asked.

“Tell you when you’re older.” Ted interrupted as Michelle turned to Rebecca with a ‘really?!’ look at the same time. Rebecca just nodded, a covert tell you later passing between them. As soon as Ted had poured coffee and sat down, Henry’s eyes were on him expectantly. “What?”

“Dad!”

“Henry, morning.”

“Good morning. What are we going to do? Can we move? Is mom coming too? When can we go? Can I join a football team? Can my friends visit in the summer?”

“Slow down buddy, slow down. Let’s take those one at a time shall we?” Henry nodded furiously. “Ok,” Ted looked at Michelle who nodded in agreement, and Rebecca who did the same, “ok. We’re going to move back.” Henry whooped - nearly launching his breakfast bowl off the table.

“Yesss!!” He shouted, running around the table to hug them all. “I knew it!”

“Mom’s gonna come too. It’ll have to be when the school year finishes though.”

“Can I still visit for spring break? It’s only a couple weeks away!”

“Yes, we can still visit. It gives your mum a chance to have a real look around and make some plans of her own.” Henry finally calmed down a little, excitement bubbling over and infecting Michelle and Rebecca who were both giggling into their coffee cups. “There’s still a lot to work out. We need to find you a school for September, your mom wants to find a job in a school.”

“But we can work it all out together.” Rebecca added. “Someone said to me once that if you really care about someone and you’ve got love in your heart, there’s nothing you can’t get through together.”

“Someone really said that to you?” Ted exclaimed, “Man, what a cheeseball!”

“But it’s real? You’re not kidding?” “No honey, we’re not kidding. We’ve got a lot to do to get ready, but it’s gonna happen.” Michelle smiled happily.

~~~~~~

“So airport goodbyes are a little different when you’re paying the pilot, huh?” Ted joked.

“Well, I still have to answer to air traffic control. But I don’t get shouted at by a stewardess if I’m late.”

“Have I got time to make you really late?” He mumbled against her lips quietly, pulling her in for yet another kiss. Rebecca was fairly sure her bones were still lying in the bed in his apartment. Once they’d taken Henry to school, they’d spent an all too brief 24 hours in bed and had only emerged for food. They’d taken Michelle and Henry out for dinner on Friday night, exciting plans in progress for their spring visit and for the summer move. Ted had decided to stay in Kansas until their move so he could help with the logistics of moving to a new country. Knowing that he’d be back for nearly a month in the spring and then summer being just around the corner, Rebecca happily accepted this.

“I’m afraid not. But the good news is I’ll see you in two weeks.”

“Two weeks is too long. Hope your calendar is light because I don’t intend to let go of you while I’m there.”

“Sounds perfect.”

“Ewww dad! Let Rebecca go, I want to say goodbye!” Henry all but shoved Ted out of the way.

“I’ll see you in a couple of weeks my darling. We can make a start on the Falcon.”

“Oh my gosh that is gonna look so cool!”

“It really is! Hey, would you mind going with your dad to get me some snacks for the plane?” Rebecca asked. Henry soon ran off, dragging Ted behind him. Rebecca turned to Michelle, “I know this has all been your decision and I don’t think we’ve pushed you into anything-”

“You haven’t, you absolutely haven’t.” Michelle affirmed.

“But I still can’t thank you enough.” Rebecca’s eyes swam with tears. “You’re allowing me to join your family, Michelle, that’s not nothing.” The shorter woman took Rebecca’s hands.

“You love him so wonderfully, and so completely. You both deserve this. And I am not getting a raw deal here, I promise there is no short stick - I get to transform my whole life and do something for me for a change. Please, please don’t think that you’re selling me down the river, Rebecca. I can’t wait for this move - and I hope we can be friends?” Rebecca nodded through her tears.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” The women hugged tightly just as Ted and Henry reappeared. Behind her, an airport representative cleared their throat. “Sounds like I might get in trouble after all.” She hugged Michelle once more, then Henry and then stepped back into Ted’s arms.

“Not long, I promise not long. I’ll be home soon.” He whispered.

“I love you. I can’t wait.”

“I love you, sweetheart. Call me when you land.” Rebecca reluctantly let him go and was led to her jet on the runway.

“Can we go on there one day dad?”

“Sure can, Hen. I bet Rebecca will let you move to London on that thing. Hey, did you know she’s got a yacht too?”

“Really?!” Michelle asked.

“Yup, maybe we could do some travelling in the summer before school starts.”

“God this move is going to be so good for us all.”

“You know it. Thanks, Michelle. I’m glad that we can still do this as a family.” She smiled warmly at Ted,

“We never stopped being a family, Ted.”

~~~~~~~

Ted looked out at the training pitch at the players running their drills. He stood by Roy’s side with Beard and Nate. In Rebecca’s office, Keeley had just arrived for a meeting.

“Everything set, coach?”

“Yep. Keeley’s upstairs keeping her busy. The lads are ready.”

“Excellent.” He turned to the stands and gestured for Michelle and Henry to come down. As he did, Leslie and Trent emerged from the building. “That everyone?”

“That’s everyone.” Nate confirmed.

“Whistle, whistle!” Roy shouted. The team gathered in, trying to keep their excitement at low volume, welcoming Ted and Henry and nodding politely in greeting at Michelle. There was a murmur of anticipation among them, a buzz.

“Hey fellas.” He smiled at them all, talking relatively quietly. Jamie shot a look up to Rebecca’s window to check it was closed. “Good to see y’all. I’ve really missed ya. Beard told ya what we’re gonna do?” He checked. There were nods of agreement throughout. “Ok, let’s get to it.” The team scattered along with Roy, Nate and Will, Henry jumped up the steps into the stand to get a better view. “How’s it look?” Ted asked as loudly as he dared. Henry gave a thumbs up. Michelle, Trent and Leslie went to join the team on the pitch as Henry came back down the steps. “You gonna be the dot?” Henry grinned.

“”Sure dad.” He went down onto the pitch and got into position. Ted checked his watch, right on time.

“Holy shit babe, it’s getting warm. I’m just gonna open a window, yeah?” Keeley said, pushing the window wide before Rebecca could disagree. Down on the pitch, Ted saw his signal.

“Hey bosssss?!” He yelled as loudly as he could. “Boss?”

“The fuck is that?” Rebecca asked, joining Keeley by the window. “What the-” She looked down onto the pitch where all of the people she loved the most were laid out, their bodies spelling ‘Marry Me?” She could see Henry in a ball forming the dot of the question mark shaped by Trent, Michelle and Higgins. “Holy shit.”

“You weren’t supposed to be here til tomorrow!” She shouted down at Ted.

“Is that a yes?”

“Of course it’s a fucking yes, you silly man!” She took off, not bothering to put her shoes back on. She raced through the changing room and the gym to the exit doors, pushing out into the sunlight and running onto the pitch. She ran into Ted so fast that she nearly knocked them both to the grass. His hands wrapped around her waist, lifting her up and spinning her around. “Of course it’s a yes.”

“Good job I got this then?” He put her down gently, the dew on the grass soaking her feet, he got to one knee and pulled out a familiar pale pink box.

“I hope there’s biscuits in there.” She joked with a very watery smile. He opened the box and nestled among the shortbread sat a pink diamond ring.

“I reckon we’ve been to enough weddings that aren’t ours. Marry me, Rebecca?” She dropped to her knees in front of him, grass staining her skirt.

“Yes, Ted. Always yes.”

Beside them, their family jumped up from the grass and roared and cheered.

FIN

#ted lasso #tedbecca #tedlassoedit #ted and rebecca #rebecca welton #rebecca x ted #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fic

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atlasmoonshine · 1 year

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How I almost died on a camping trip (Long story, tl;dr at bottom)

Ok so my geology class has an end-of-semester field trip to the Appalachian Mountains for extra credit. Naturally, I take it because I have never gone camping before and it was a great opportunity to do so. The first day was a lot of fun, we went rock climbing with no harnesses, almost fell 50+ feet, went into a cave with only one opening as wide as my body, almost got stuck, fun times!

But those, while dangerous, were not the near-death experience.

So before the field trip started, my professor talks about it in the syllabus. HOWEVER, there was NO MENTION OF A SUPPLY LIST. It LITERALLY only said "just bring money for food." My assumption was that they would provide supplies or something.

They did not.

I had NO sleeping bag, NO blanket, NOTHING. I only had a tent because I buddied up with someone. It was just me and the cold, hard ground, just completely raw-dogging nature. But I didn't realize she'd be the one raw-dogging me. And she didn't bring lube.

So what DID I bring, you may ask? Just enough clothes to last the weekend, the shittiest keychain flashlight known to man, a multitool knife, and snacks for the van. That's it.

It was cold. It was in the 20s that night, and me NOT HAVING A SLEEPING BAG OR BLANKET, I layered up on clothes so I'd at least be a LITTLE warmer. I had like 2 hoodies, 3 shirts, 2 pants, and 3 pairs of socks on.

So this is where the trouble starts. It was 1 AM and I had to pee. I stumbled out of my tent with my shitty flashlight. This flashlight, turns out, was only good at telling the general shapes of things, nothing else. So I saw a dip in the land and assumed it was just a ledge.

It was not.

I slipped and fell on my ass directly into a creek. My pants were SOAKED from the ass down, my socks were soaked, my shoes were soaked. And although I had the self-preservation skills of a lemming, even I knew that wearing wet clothes in 20F weather was BAD NEWS. And I had no clothes to switch into, as all the clothes I had were currently clinging to my freezing body.

I make it back to my tent and I start shaking like I have never shaked before in my life. Have you ever held an ice cube for so long it started to burn? My ass down to my toes were BURNING. My feet no longer had feeling in them except for the icy hellfire that punished me for having bodily functions. I couldn't even lay down because I had to sit on my feet with the hopes my body heat would at least ease the pain a little. After a couple hours, my torso started feeling REALLY warm, despite nothing really changing. I may not be a survivalist, but I've heard that's generally a bad sign.

4 am hits. After THREE HOURS of accepting death, being in the most pain I have been in in a hot minute, my tentmate, who has been peacefully sleeping next to me unaware of me fighting for my life, wakes up. I'm assuming from me vibrating so much I was rubbing against the tent floor making noise. She asks me "How are you doing?" I say "Miserable, I think I'm dying, thanks! :D" I tell her the terrible situation I was in and she asked the question I'm sure every reader has asked at this point:

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

And at this moment: I learned something VERY interesting about myself. The reason I didn't wake her up was because I didn't want to disturb her. I didn't want to disturb her with me LITERALLY dying. In an ACTUAL LIFE OR DEATH SITUATION, when given the choice between POTENTIALLY bothering someone or just straight up dying, I CHOSE DYING. For some reason, my brain put bothering someone and LITERALLY DYING on the EXACT SAME TIER.

So that's how bad my social anxiety is.

Anyways, she lent me some pants so I'd stop wearing my soaked jeans and gave me some socks and let me use her sleeping bag for a couple hours before everyone else had to wake up. Somehow, I made out of it alive while still keeping all my toes. But I came out of it with some new knowledge about myself:

My social anxiety is SO BAD that I would LITERALLY rather die than potentially bother someone.

Tl;dr: I almost died of hypothermia because of social anxiety

#social anxious #social anxiety #camping #story #i honestly have no clue how i'm still alive

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saberamane · 6 months

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Sooooooooooooo~

Not only have I been doing overtime this week, but we got a new hire....

For reference, I'm a woman under 30 (at least until next year 😅) working not just in a warehouse, but the maintenance department. And on the produce side, so most of the area is cold, especially down by the freezer section.

Now, the maintenance shop isn't 'cold', but there is a garage type door at the back for big deliveries from outside, and my section (I work on the huge batteries that power the jacks/forklifts) has TWO doors that exit out to the refrigerated warehouse part for people to drive in for battery switches. So my section can get cold. Jacket/hoodie recommended.

Now, with working with batteries, in a warehouse, not only do you have to worry about acid (and it eating holes in your clothes), but the batteries are also dirty. Like, black dust dirty.

AND we have a 'uniform'. Basically, thick work jeans that are provided ASAP, a black shirt that says maintenance, and slip and oil resistant, steel toe boots, which you are required to buy before you start and are compensated for with a receipt shown with a dollar limit that is very fair.

So why is it that this new hire, who is also a woman (and in her early twenties), thought it'd be ok to show up in leggings, what I can only call glorified slippers, and like 3-4 inch long acrylic nails?

So of course I told her she couldn't work in what she was wearing. For one, it's cold. Two it's dangerous to have soft shoes like that. If a battery falls on your foot in something like that, your ENTIRE foot is going to be broken. And three...leggings aren't going to hold up if you get acid splashed on them...

So I had to take her to my boss to see if there was ANYTHING that could be done, like spare clothes or boots or something. And she was simply told to go home and change. She was hired like a week ago, so she had time to go out and buy boots. And simple jeans would suffice until her work jeans came in, I could handle anything even remotely involving acid until then.

And as is typical of this younger generation, instead of considering that all this was for her safety (and she was told all this when she was hired and given a list of requirements and recommendations for her boots and where she could get them), we were saying this to get her fired, or we were in some way trying to 'control' her and just a bunch of BS.

Um....I don't think she still has a job but....if she does come back? I'm not looking forward to working with her. She's going to be nothing but problematic, I think.

#personal

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frogwheeler · 2 years

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ah where to start with these two....

This is a SEASON 4 STRANGER THINGS SPOILER POST

(specifically) pertaining to mike and will's dynamic this season so far demonstrated in volume 1

*you have been warned*

for some reason I stand oddly/surprisingly confident in byler coming together or at least it being set up for season 5.

But I definitely do agree with the wording behind some critics reviews referring to their dynamic as "anxious" or "oblivious" or "the duffers could have pushed more on their storyline especially will's as a character in general"

The duffers dipped their toes in the kitty pool, if they ARE going in the direction of byler (which would make the most sense) I would hope and wouldn't be surprised if they used the time inbetween volumes' 1 and 2's release (pride month) to hint at a future upcoming in byler.

I feel the reason there was no Cali gang in episode 7 happened for a reason, like a directorial choice: in some TV shows they will focus on a particular subplot of the series for an episode (usually) to then in the following episode show the unseen of the other storyline that was happening during all of the events that were shown to the audience. I believe that is what the duffers chose to do as a way of separating Jane's story from mike and will's to mainly focus on their developments as characters SEPARATELY and hint toward a confession or proper set up for season 5 between mike and will.

If they choose to go in that direction I'd expect the dynamics of their relationship to reach a head and be a focal point in season 5, most likely towards the end of the season a possible kiss or even a proper establishment with (I'm hoping with Mike's "can't communicate his feelings ass") of their relationship

To me, and a good majority of viewers/byler believers or shippers, It would make sense considering the show's history with couples that they wait for the main couple/pairing/love triangle of the season to be resolved by/at the end

Which I feel @demadogs just explains it so well in

This season right out the gates shows the change in mike and el's relationship. Compared to a year and 3 months ago where we first left off with them.

Season 3 Mike vs season 4 eleven (not jane)

•In season 3:

The main troubling cause in mike and el's relationship is the fact that mike keeps on insisting on lying to Eleven instead of being upfront and honest about his feelings to her (in the most petty arguments might I just add), even after admitting he needed to learn to trust eleven more, but he still chose to go to the lengths of avoiding his feelings entirely when they were brought up to his face (mike and eleven's last conversation in the cabin)

The liar: mike

The lied to: eleven

•In season 4:

The tables appear to be switched this season as the person insisting on lying to their partner Is El towards her describing her situation in California to mike. Even going as far as to try and entice Will on going along with her *flawed* plan (which he strongly protests against and ends up telling mike anyway, he just can't lie to him can he)

The liar: eleven

The lied to: mike

mike can still be considered a "liar" in this case based on how he tried to switch the situation on to El when he was confronted on his lack there of, usage of the word love not only to eleven's face but also refusal to write it down when he sends eleven letters: using "from" instead of "love" to his girlfriend el. But I genuinely don't believe that he sees how he's behaving in the situation as lying (I personally see it as more of more of temporary aexithymia; a difficulty in identifying and describing feelings and in distinguishing feelings; which is only temporary for him once he faces his problems instead of trying to push them off)

Mike's refusal to refer to El as jane

Though it may be a childhood nickname everyone refers to her as I still find it interesting: the correlation between mike's desire to "grow up" while still keeping things the same and his internalized homophobia.

in the buildup to the argument right before Jane calls Micheal out on never using the word love as she questions weather or not if Mike "loves her anymore", (because he's never said it to her. period. not in person. not in a letter when he couldn't even see her face to be nervous with constant reassurance from her that she reciprocates the feelings he can't seem to put to words for her) you hear mike reference Jane as 'el' a countless amount of times, almost as if they were highlighting his refusal to expect current situations and the new name she goes by now, so many times that there's this noticable hesitation from Jane before she goes off on mike.

I personally believe that mike saying he loved her that day in the cabin and that day only was a way to have people take him seriously and a way to prove his point in the argument when cornered by everyone and being called out (notice how he always manages to deflect the situation onto the other person when he's being rightfully called out? He did the same thing when will told him off for only calling "a few times") and a misinterpretation of the TYPE of love he feels for Jane

"don't let those mouth breathers ruin us"

This line in particular really stuck out to me as if reminded me of seasons 1 and 3 mike: the possessive mike and the mike that belittled Jane and used simple words to talk to her (which is understandable considering her vocabulary was very little), mike knows the term 'mouth breather' stuck with eleven and as I see it the writers chose that word specifically to showcase Mike's refusal to trust and allow eleven to grow in the relationship (as if he's gripping onto this idea of eleven and refusing to let go keeping things in these "on edge" tension arguments that never get resolved while she's transforming and coming to terms with who she is: Jane Hopper)

No matter how hard mike tired to push away these feelings and physical triggers (will's entire existence and Jane standing up for herself confronting him on his refusal to say to her face or even write in a letter that he loves her) these indescribable for him feelings only seemed to grow stronger and take over his entire mind this season on what he should do in the matter and what he should/"should've" said to El because he felt like maybe then she would've wanted his help with want she's going through, had he said what she WANTED him to, mike LITERALLY SAID THIS regardless of his confusion on his emotions.

The love El wants him to give vs the love he feels towards her because what if they don't like the truth (mike AND will were subjects of that conversation not just will)

Superhero el

Every time this season when Mike is referring to Eleven this season it's as a "superhero" or "someone who's saved the world" which also seems to be used as a counterargument for him as to why he couldn't not love Jane because she's a superhero.... Not like there's any OTHER way more valid reasons to use in the situation of your insecure girlfriend asking if you even live her or not.....ok micheal.

"what if I don't want to be whole" - Jane when having a conversation with Brenner about accepting all of her, the good and the bad, to get her powers back, to "be a superhero again", also what she writes in her letter to mike which is noticeably is followed by a "from, el" instead of "love, El" like her previous letters to mike which seems to take a tole on him sending him into a state of self wallowing and questioning what would have happened if he TOLD JANE WHAT SHE WANTED TO HEAR

Mike and Will's very obvious tension at the airport and roller rink

I am so so so so so so so so SO glad they had the first interaction of will and mike be MIKE acting like he barely knows will

I mean wtf was the "hey 😀 how's it going" *shoulder pat* like me AND will had the same sheer confusion and disbelief across are faces.

what I found most interesting about mike asking will about his painting: which does hold a strong representation of will's feelings for Mike. Is that mike was aware that will was painting, possibly for a girl, someone he might like as El stated in her letter, so I think when Mike asked will about his painting there was that tiny glimpse of hope that it could've been for him, but idk tho I could be reaching a little with that one, it's just something about that interaction struck out to me, he didn't bother to ask how he's been nor give him a proper hug just asked a shallow small talk question and immediately went to ask about his painting. which when you let that sink in from mike's perspective it does really seem to appear to be jealousy, a word one of the reviewers did use to accurately describe mike and will's dynamic this season.

Will's painting holds a strong significance to their story

We are shown that will didn't get to show mike his painting he made for him because he felt like an outside and a third wheel to mike and jane + Mike's constant projection of self reassurance insinuating that they're "friends" to subconsciously protect himself from the fact that it's "not the same" without will in hawkins and it wasn't until mike sat down and had a mature conversation with will and properly apologized to him that will regains enough courage to possibly make his feelings towards mike more clear in volume 2 (possibly in the episode that might focus on the Cali gang) which I love seeing will being more straightforward and already having been come to fill terms on how he feels towards mike and being ready to express those feelings.

Worst case scenario with this build up situation (which I don't believe will happen but I have seen it being discussed): this could be the set up to a possible "bury your gays" trope before we get any proper resolution between the two's undiscussed tension even after Mike's apology which I highly doubt they'll do because it takes a lot to sacrifice a main character after a confession 🤨

THE APOLOGY WILL FUCKING DESERVED

The apology scene held a strong parallel to the "crazy together" scene and the "not possible" scene which honestly surprised me that both the duffers and the characters were being so open in that moment. the reading each other's minds, the looks, the fucking looks bro, the being HONEST (which is clearly something the duffers are trying to implement is not something el and mike seem to be able to do), mike admitting 👏he 👏was👏 in👏 the wrong👏.

which i may add, mike wasn't able to do time and time again not only in arguments with eleven but also his argument in season 3 with will AND against at the roller rink making it seem like it was will's fault that he didn't call as often or write after will admitted to him open and honestly that he felt as if Mike barely wanted anything to do with him anymore to which mike got defensive and quickly added that El was his girlfriend then proceeded to ask Mike, "what about us?" (Now...) And mike says they're "friends." Which he repeats as if that's gonna change Will from hearing it the first time. Almost as if the writers were highlighting Mike's constant projecting....hmmm.....we know that argument hurt will deeply when he states that he and mike "used to be best friends" which mike took notice of without needing to be spelled out for him like last season (him paying more attention and opening his eyes) which makes him drop the situation entirely only for it to be brought back up again later.

honesty the whole scene was just ... :')

The scene makes you feel as though a since a relief has washed over the two of them, despite still lingering tension of undiscussed feelings they may, or may not have.

to me the scene was not only an apology but s subtle way of having MIKE be the one to admit that in the last year and especially when he got to California he was in denial at first pushing will away only to come back closer and stronger than they were before.

p.s. I love how the apology was written in the "dear billy" episode *sniffles*

"cool"

Their connection seems to only grow stronger and closer with every conversation they have, rebuilding that trust and "best" friendship between the two after mike felt like he "lost" will after being caught up with Jane and will feeling like a "third wheel" and ignored when it's all 3 of them together which was continuously heavily implied when they were all together with the long shots on will's face after panning from mike and jane holding hands for example.

The duffers have a decision to make, it's a "will they-won't they" situation with these two which was very purposefully and clearly stated as soon as mike and will had their first interaction when Mike came to visit that the question would not be dragged into season 5 and would be answered by the end of the season of how they choose to proceed with the development in relationship between mike and will.

Obviously that decision was already made, no changing it now, that would be viewed as flip floppy (no pun intended on micheal) and lazy writing personally. we'll just have to wait and see, I feel very confident in the turn out and I'm encouraging other byler's to do the same, the season created a lead of misdirection and a conflict of internal feelings within the characters and the viewers watching the show which I'm sure was intended (in ways: my season 4 full review explains it all and my personal opinions on this)

To lose underestimating byler's romantic growth: the feeling you're feeling right now: like byler being set up romantically in the next volume is as good as taking a shot in the dark, that means there's something there to lose, something that's been developed that can't be ignored and had to come to an answer. There's no avoiding this.

Looks like we'll see the choice the duffers went with on July 1st ;)

but let's just say I won't put all my eggs in one basket.

#byler #stranger things season 4 #st4 #byler better be canon #byler proof #st4 spoilers #mike wheeler #mike wheeler is gay #byler mike #mike wheeler is in denial #will byers takes charge #stranger things day #suffer brothers #byler theories #byler season 4

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Ranking Josele's Weapon Proficiencies

I made Josele a bit of a beast when it came to wielding non-magical weapons. She knows how to use a decent variety and is pretty skilled too. However, she's not a master with every weapon that she puts her hands on and I'm going to rank her skills.

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1. Sword: Her go-to weapon. She mixes dancing into her combat style, making her hard to read especially since she can just switch to more traditional footwork to throw enemies off. Yami and Fanzell are likely the only people who can stand toe-to-toe with her going just on swordsmanship. Asta eventually joins them but upon introduction, Josele would trounce him. She has a special technique passed down from her father called a Blade Pivot. It involves pretending to make a regular thrust attack but turning her wrist at the last moment to change the blade's direction and switch into a slashing attack. It should be noted that the Blade Pivot is a family technique. Josele wouldn't share it with Yami or Asta or even Nacht, only her own children. (If it's not obvious, this isn't a real technique. You'd probably break your arm and sword trying this. It works for Josele because anime logic. 😆) 11/10 skill. -Josele isn't as masterful with curved swords like cutlasses and sabres but they're still swords and so Josele still makes them bend to her will. 10/10 skill.

2. Dagger: She will sometimes dual wield a sword and dagger together. Daggers don't have as much reach as swords but they're excellent with skirmish scenarios and can also be thrown for range. She can use the Blade Pivot with daggers too but it's not as effective due to the shorter blade not being able to arc as effectively as a sword blade. 10/10 skill.

3. Bow & Arrow: Her main method of ranged attacks. She wouldn't consider herself having mastered the bow the way she would for the sword but her quick drawing skills and accuracy are second to none (as far as cc are concerned; who besides Yuno has been seen using a bow?). She can manage to fire two arrows at once though that’s only when she can be stationary; it's not a technique she can pull on an active battlefield, only on a quiet hunt. Known to use a bow to deal blunt strikes in melee as well. 9/10 skill.

4. Spear: The polearm that she's best with. She can stab with it, throw it, twirl it, and can even stick it in the ground and swing on it for a little acrobatic fighting. Is a little more defensive with spears than swords or daggers, using the staff to catch melee blows pretty often. 8/10 skill.

5. Axe: Josele really could be an axe murderer. She's pretty good with these things. She can hack with the main blade, can use the butt of the handle and even the backside of the blade for blunt strikes. She's also been known to use the flat of an axehead to block precise/piercing strikes like a mini shield (thought she readily admits that it's not a good way to use an axe). She can also throw an axe pretty well. 8/10 skill.

6. Greatsword: Josele is no stranger to going two-handed when using her weapons. The little extra weight does affect her footwork but not so severely that it makes her "bad" as using greatswords. She does manage some grace with greatswords but there's a reason it's not in her regular arsenal. She still keeps one at the base though. 7/10 skill.

7. Halberd: Josele learned the hardway that halberds weren't just "long axes" but she picked up the weapon pretty easily after that. Knows how the leverage the axehead with the staff to make strong swings. 6/10 skill.

8. Crossbow: Josele knows her way around a crossbow and can aim it nearly as steadily as she can a bow even when on the move. The ability to determine her drawtime with a standard bow vs. the mechanical slowness of a crossbow does hold Josele back though. 6/10 skill.

9. Trident: The pronged head took Josele a while to get used to. She doesn't use it as effectively as other polearms but she doesn't look like a complete fool with a trident. 5/10 skill.

10. Sickle: The curve was a little hard to learn how to work with but Josele successfully uses sickles. The way the edge is positioned on the inside of the curve is something else that Josele doesn't work well with 5/10 skill.

11. Hammer: This is definitely Acylla's (@faewraithsworld's oc) weapon. Josele can use a hammer if absolutely necessary but it's one of the few weapons she doesn't have one of, not even in her extra arsenal. 4/10 skill.

12. Flail/whip/similarly flexible weapon: Josele would be screwed. She makes "stiff" weapons like swords and axes graceful. She doesn't know how to work with loose and flexible weapons like whips. 1/10 skill.

#josele canty #black clover oc #black clover #soda's ocs #acylla rhine #taja's oc #soda asides #i know this isn't how weapon proficiency works in real life #kinda unrealistic for someone to be decently skilled with so weapons #but fiction #i like the idea of josele using all these weapons as a conduit since she can't naturally shape her magic #also her being able to 'dance' with something like a sword #but fumbling with a 'graceful' weapon like a whip

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Luke's Birthday--Luke & Lily oneshot

a/n: little disclaimer; I switch between using 'mama' and 'you' because while I'm writing it in my notebook both of them are just so interchangeable and I'm too lazy to change it now😅 so, I apologize but the last part I'll post was written in 'you' format. but now you have a glimpse in my brainstorming/writing while I draft lol. also, the ending might be confusing as to how I ended the halloween oneshot but I promise...it'll make sense soon

Enjoy!

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After Luke was home for 20 days, mama and the kids went over to Crystal’s for a visit with KayKay and Rayna. They all get a little blue when the boys leave again so it’s been a habit they get together as soon as they’re gone

‘Next time they’re home will be almost the end of July,’ mama sighs watching as the girls help Oliver go down the slide in the backyard

‘You’re not going out for Luke’s birthday?’ Crystal asks adjusting the umbrella over the blanket that Chloe and Maddox are laying on. KayKay and Rayna are on the blanket with them

‘I’d love to but it’d be difficult with three kids by myself, and because Lily isn’t a big fan of flying.’

‘I could go with you,’ KayKay suggests tickling Maddox's little toes. ‘I was going to fly out for Ash’s birthday but if I tell him we’ll all be coming together for Luke’s, he’ll be ecstatic.’

‘You know what I really want to do?’ mama smiles .

‘What?” Crystal smiles back

‘I want it to be a surprise for Luke. I don’t want him to know we’re there until he starts talking and we’ll come out with a cupcake and a candle.’

‘That would be adorable,’ Rayna comments.

‘He’d love to see you all there,’ KayKay agrees.

‘Get Michael and the others involved, too so it’ll be a perfect surprise,’ Crystal says

‘Good idea.’

‘I’ll look up flights now!’ KayKay pulls out her phone and starts tapping away

Later that night after mama put Olly to bed she sat Lily and Posy down

‘How would you two like to go see your daddy for his birthday?’ mama asks

‘He’s coming home?’ Lily asks

‘No, he’s playing a show on his birthday but I thought we could go surprise him! Auntie Kay will be coming with us, too!’

‘Gonna see daddy and Unca Ash!’ Posy claps in excitement

‘We are! But it’s a secret to daddy. So when we talk to him on the phone we can’t say anything, okay?’

‘Okay! Can we bring presents?’

‘Of course, and we’ll have cupcakes,’ mama grins

‘And balloons!’ Posy shouts.

‘We’ll see about balloons,’ mama laughs.

When it’s time to go their flight is at noon, KayKay is there by ten so they can get to the airport on time. Andy and Sarah will be watching Petunia. Oliver sits on mama’s lap and is pretty content. Posy watches a movie with KayKay and Lily watches her own show leaning against mama, she does surprisingly well on the flight

It’s about 3:30 when they land and 4:00 by the time they’re picked up from the car Ashton had arranged and assured mama there will be cupcakes and balloons when they arrive; he’s been sure to keep Luke occupied. With traffic, it’s 5:30 when they make it to the venue, it’s very windy and Posy loves how it blows her shirt up, Lily is frustrated that her hair is in her face so mama puts it in a ponytail. The girls start to complain that they’re hungry, mama promises they’ll eat soon

‘I told Ash we’re almost there and they’re just about to eat,’ KayKay says. ‘There’s plenty of food. Luke mentioned how he wants to call you before the show.’

Once they arrive at the Pavilion they’re escorted where the buses are, mama tells the girls to be quiet until they see Luke. they’re giggling and whispering to each other. You see the boys on a grass turf area, a table is laid out with food. Luke’s back is to you, you place your finger on your lips shushing the girls, they mimic it back and then you tap Luke’s shoulder

‘I heard it’s someone’s birthday today,’ you say

He pauses before turning around and his eyes widen. ‘y/n!’ he gasps pulling you into him just as the girls exclaim, ‘Surprise!’

Luke gives you a hard kiss then rubs Oliver’s head before taking his son into his arms.

‘Did we surprise you?!’ Lily asks bouncing on her feet excitedly

‘You did! C’mere girls,’ he bends down so the girls can hug him. He kisses their cheeks. ‘I missed you so much.’

‘We missed you, too,’ you smile, brushing Posy’s hair.

‘Daddy,’ Posy pokes Luke’s cheek

‘What’s up, bug?’

‘I’m hungry.’

You and everyone else laughs then Ashton pops over after greeting KayKay with a hug and a kiss

‘We’ve got plenty of food, little one,’ he tells her.

‘Unca Ash!’ Posy barrels into his legs and he picks her up effortlessly with one arm to give her a big bear hug

Luke keeps Oliver in his lap while you all eat and Lily and Posy are glued to his sides. Posy keeps asking when they can give him their presents

‘Presents?! You got me presents?’ Luke asks excitedly

‘Let’s finish eating first and then we can open presents, Pose,’ you laugh

Luke opens his presents (a new notebook from Lily to write songs in and a painted rock that Posy made in her pre-k class), the group play bags together. Lily and Posy just like throwing them while Cal and Ash cheer them on. Michael is keeping Oliver occupied by showing him around the lot and you and Luke have a moment alone while he’s getting dressed on the bus before the show

‘I’ll never understand how you don’t sweat buckets in these suits,’ you comment as he pulls on the gray suit jacket over his skin tight shirt.

‘I usually end up taking the jacket off,’ he smiles, ‘and I don’t sweat like Ashton. How long are you guys staying?’

‘Right before you leave to Cincinnati,’ you move a stray curl from his forehead. ‘I wish we could stay longer but Oliver is still so young–’

‘I get it,’ he nods putting his hands on your waist. ‘I’m just so glad you’re all here.’

‘Me too,’ you lean up and kiss him. ‘There is one more present I have to give you.’

‘Yeah?’ he grins eying up the empty tour bus and out the window at the kids who are still distracted by their uncles

‘Not that,’ you laugh rolling your eyes. ‘It’s a little early but–’

Their tour manager calls Luke from outside to get his battery pack with the others

‘Tell me after?’ Luke kisses you

‘Yeah, go on.’

You and the girls watch from the side of the stage as they play, then when Luke is about to talk, the crowd starts singing ‘Happy Birthday’ and you use that as your cue to take the girls out with the cupcake. Posy is holding it so gently in her hands, Lily stays on your side away from the crowd who collectively gasp between singing at seeing you and the girls. Luke is beaming when he sees you and bends down to Posy to make sure she doesn’t burn herself. When the singing is over he blows out the candle, lifts Posy in his arms and kisses her on the cheek. The crowd ‘aww’s’

‘You guys just took me over, huh?’ Luke asks the crowd, ‘thank you, I appreciate it and look who surprised me today? My beautiful family.’ Ashton bangs his drums, Posy waves at him and Michael strums a few notes on his guitar. Lily is standing by Cal who has a comforting hand on her shoulder, he knows she gets anxious with large crowds

‘I’ll take them back, Lily doesn’t like the noise,’ you tell Luke in his ear.

‘Okay, I love you,’ he kisses your cheek quickly

‘Love you. Do your thing, rockstar,’ you smile. He kisses you quickly on the lips and the whole crowd goes ballistic, you give him a look and he returns with a wink and they continue on with the show

After Youngblood, Lily and Posy are buzzing while Oliver is asleep in your arms. You and KayKay head inside the bus and the girls are practically bouncing off the walls talking about the show and singing a conglomeration of the songs they played. You try to quiet them down so they don’t wake up Oliver, you’re waiting for the crib for him to arrive

‘Can you stay with them until Luke comes?’ you ask KayKay. ‘Olly’s starting to wake up.’

‘Sure thing, I’ll try and calm them down.’

You move to the back of the bus and shut the collapsible door, it makes it a little quieter and you hush Oliver. He stops squirming then places his thumb in his mouth. Five minutes later, Luke pops in with the crib.

‘Where are the girls’ pajamas?’ he asks quietly setting the crib down against the wall

‘Should be in the front of the bus along with Olly’s diaper bag.’ You place Olly in the crib and he stays sound asleep

‘They can sleep in my bunk so you and I can sleep back here with Olly,’ he explains.

‘Okay, I’ll come help with the girls.’

It’s a bit of a hassle getting them changed because they’re so excited to sleep in their daddy’s bunk on the bus. Ashton, Calum, Michael and Kaykay kiss them goodnight and sweet dreams and they get ready for bed

‘Our turn,’ Luke hums to you rubbing your back

‘Ugh, please no sex,’ Calum groans thumping his head against the wall of his bunk before he climbs in

‘Calm down,’ Luke rolls his eyes, ‘we don’t do it with our son right there.’

‘Thank God for Olly,’ Michael climbs in his bunk. I’m too tired to try and ignore y/n’s noises.’

‘I hope you all have nightmares,’ you glare at them individually then makes her way towards Oliver

Luke closes the collapsible door, they get changed and slip into bed. He lets out a long sigh then sits up because you’re folding your clothes in your suitcase. You have on one of Luke’s shirts and cotton shorts

‘I don’t mean to sound greedy…but didn’t you say you have one more present for me?’

‘I don’t know, you’re birthday’s almost over, honey,’ you check your watch smirking at him

‘I have time to open a present,’ he encourages

‘You can’t really open it…’ you sit next to him on the bed. He’s confused. ‘I don’t know if now is the best time to tell you.’

‘Why not, is it bad?’

‘No…’ you bite your lip

‘You’re confusing me, lovie. Whatever it is, I’m ready for it.’

You sigh. ‘Okay. it’s a little early but…I’m pregnant.’

He stares at you, his mouth popping open no doubt thinking of the last conversation about having another baby. You hadn’t really discussed it since your anniversary week and it wasn’t a pleasant one

‘You’re…are you serious? How do you know?’

‘I’m really late, and I’ve been getting headaches a lot. We haven’t had blueberries since you were last home because they make me sick and I think that’s when it happened, when you were home from the end of May to the beginning of June. Aren’t you happy?’

‘Are you?’ he asks, touching your cheek. ‘I know when we last discussed it…it wasn’t all that happy. You made valid points, lovie and I’m sorry I didn’t think about them at first.’

‘It’s okay, and I am happy,’ you smile, touching your belly. ‘I know I said no before, I still think the timing isn’t ideal but…is there really a ‘perfect time’ to have a baby? I love being pregnant and I love our babies.’

‘y/n,’ Luke sighs and hugs you close. He kisses the side of your head then places his hand over yours on your stomach. ‘This is the best present you could have given me.’ He gives you a deep kiss then pulls you down to lay on top of him.

‘Happy Birthday, Luke.’

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Like with the first semi, here are my thoughts on the second one after all's been said and done

1. Denmark 🇩🇰 - Emabrassing

2. Armenia 🇦🇲 - My girl SLAYED! I heard that she was gonna have a dance break from wiwibloggs and I wasn't sure if it was gonna fit but it did! They should have gone less ham on the smoke effects though because she was literally lost in it for a few seconds, hope they sort this out

3. Romania 🇷🇴 - I don't like the rearranged version and the staging was embarrassing, but he's still young so I think he's gonna find his way eventually

4. Estonia 🇪🇪 - Maybe it's because I'm so used to the studio version or maybe she was anxious but I kinda expected more? She wasn't bad or anything like that, I just know that she can sing even better and I hope she brings it to the final

5. Belgium 🇧🇪 - YEEEES! I was absolutely sure he was a qualifier the moment he stepped on that stage. Like I said yesterday, Gustaph's journey this year has been so amazing to watch. From beating out the fan favourite in Belgium's national final (and giving us an amazing surprised / scared reaction 😂) to the fans being unsure if this was gonna do well to him eventually winning everyone by the preparties and the eventual semi performance. Wow! And then he cried when he qualified! I'm so happy for him 😁

6. Cyprus 🇨🇾 - My man pulled through and made us proud (it's an unwritten rule than whenever Cyprus has a better song than Greece we switch sides) He's hot, the hottest guy in the contest this year, no other options are correct, and he also has an amazing voice to go with it. He's gonna go toe to toe with Marco and Remo on best male vocals on the final.

7. Iceland 🇮🇸 - So sad for Diljá honestly, she's so crazy and fun and she's a fan of the contest too! Amazing vocals, especially considering all the jumping around she did but I feel like they could have done something better with her staging? Idk.

8. Greece 🇬🇷 - Wooo boy. Ok. I know I've been going hard at him since the rehearsal footage came out, maybe a little bit earlier because Poland's was not the only selection allegedly rigged, but honestly? He was better than expected. He did work on his pronunciation and his stage presence and he did the best he could... Which wasn't enough. And I don't want to use his age as an excuse because you have kids in Eurovision Junior doing much better than that or even 13 year old Sandra Kim winning for Belgium before the 16+ age limit was put in place. If I remember correctly it was actually because of Sandra Kim that they put an age limit because she was so good she EMBARASSED the fuck out of all the adults and then they complained that she was younger than what her song says (15). The outfit and the GRΣΣK script on English words was cringe as fuck, though these were not his fault. When people say they want countries to showcase their cultures more, spelling spirit as ΣPIRIT is not what they mean. God the greek broadcaster needs to touch some grass real quick. I also have a tiny bit of an issue with what he said in an interview, that he wrote the song because he was feeling overwhelmed about being signed to a big record label or sth? Well, Victor, I hope the whole world only had problems of this caliber! Turns out he actually is a nepo baby after all, his grandfather is a shipowner but allegedly this did not influence the greek broadcaster's decision on choosing him over the fan favourite. Sure Jan.

9. Poland 🇵🇱 - I don't know if the EBU put the two alleged cheaters back to back on purpose, probably not because no one seemed to care about the Greek allegations anyway, but in my mind this was iconic. Okay. Miss BEJBAH was good. Not "slay yas werk you're gonna be an icon of the contest" good but good enough to qualify. I told you all she was gonna make it. Most people who watch the show do not follow the preselection process and then some won't care anyway. Her song was okay, her performance was okay, she's gonna tank in the final. Get over it. I'm also curious about something. If the roles of her and Jann were reversed, would he have faced as much backlash? I think not. But what do I know?

10. Slovenia 🇸🇮 - They're okay. I like them. Their song is catchy. That's it. I literally don't know what more to say. I've seen tons of hype for them and their song and their alleged stellar stage presence and they absolutely deserved to qualify but this is just an okay, inoffensive, enjoyable song. I don't feel too strongly about it either way.

11. Georgia 🇬🇪 - Why do you hate joy Europe? Why? Why did you not vote for her? Why? Why? Why? I voted for her SIX times, two of which I'm not sure even went through because I only got confirmation TODAY, so when the detailed voting scores are announced Greece better have given her SOMETHING. But no I'm genuinely puzzled. Out of the borderline qualifiers I expected her to beat Alika. I'm happy for Alika of course, she deserves it, but Iru gave a very solid performance, she was on key the whole time, she looked great and the song was peak Eurovision, what the fuck went wrong here? A lot of my friends seemed to like her too. Two said she was their favourite last night, same as me, one liked her a lot and the other was the only one who hated her performance. I'm sad 😢

12. San Marino 🇸🇲 - Piqued Jacks was a pleasant surprise honestly. I liked them much more than I expected as they consistently ranked among my least favourites but I think they have a very solid performance that they can be proud of.

13. Austria 🇦🇹 - Okay, I got really nervous because both their performance back in Austria and their rehearsal footage looked so low-key? They felt maybe a bit too shy? I know they couldn't possibly recreate that phenomenal music video on stage, but I wanted, and still do, to see them embrace the kookiness of their song. I think they played it too safe, too serious. But then again they do have a serious message they want to get across underneath this fun crazy song so maybe it was intentional? Anyway, they still were more enjoyable than I thought they would be and I'm glad they're in!

14. Albania 🇦🇱 - Talk about a glow up alright! I'm not even mad they qualified over Georgia, because even though the odds predicted Georgia 9th and Albania 11th (they were even lower before the show) I knew they were gonna make it the moment I saw their performance. It's not a perfect song but it still had so much identity and a distinct ethnic, Balkan sound that is otherwise completely absent from this year's Contest so people were bound to pass it through to the final. I'm afraid they might land very close to the bottom in the final, but it honestly doesn't matter because Albina and her Familja still very much have a place in the final, regardless of their placing.

15. Lithuania 🇱🇹 - YES Monika YES!! Another definite qualifier in my mind. I personally loved her since day one. I said I almost cried during Latvia's performance in the first semi, well I did cry during Monika's! Amazing job girl.

16. Australia 🇦🇺 - Good. Solid. Fun. I don't feel too strongly about this either, and I do think San Marino was more enjoyable to watch, but I'm happy for them.

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Harrow the Ninth, Chapter 31

(Curious what I'm doing here? Read this post! For detail on The Locked Tomb coverage and the index, read this one!)

(Second House icon) In which Harrow gets a whole new question to ask, how exciting!

Although horrified, Harrow tries to thank Ianthe for the setup. Ianthe reaches for Harrow, drunkenly and with desire. There is perhaps a universe in which Harrow reached for Ianthe,(1) where they pursued activities not unlike those in which August, Mercy, and John were engaging in at that moment… but Harrow has a mission to fulfill, and her heart still lies in the Locked Tomb.(2)

Ianthe wishes her luck, only a little bitterly, and they part. Harrow works the alcohol out of her bloodstream via her pores,(3) and finds the room where she was assured her enemy would be.

You had been the subject of attempted murder more times than you had fingers and toes. You had sat through a long, agonising dinner culminating in two elderly Lyctors getting their tongues on God. Your mouth had been very nearly kissed. The calm that came over you as you went to murder Ortus the First was the weary calm of someone who had already been tried within an inch of her fucking life.

She reaches the training room. Knowing that she has no advantage of stealth or power, only surprise, she unleashes everything she has on tap, every grain of bone dust on her, obliterating the room.

Only, he's not there.

So, Harrow looks in Cytherea's tomb, but not only is he not there either. Perhaps more importantly: neither is Cytherea. There are, however, a spear and a trail of blood, which Harrow recognizes as not Cytherea's. By process of elimination, the most likely source is Ortus.

She follows the trail of blood to the incinerator, which she's not sure why the station has when it recycles everything.(4) Ortus is propped up against the wall inside it, his chest a void, struggling to breathe. Harrow feels vaguely cheated of her victory. The incinerator starts to fire up, so she turns and finds Cytherea, radiating hatred as she flips a switch and walks away.

Harrow could leave Ortus and learn to sleep alone again without fear, could follow Cytherea and find out why she's walking… but she can't leave a man to burn.(5)

When she gets him out, as he's recovering, he tells her to put up fresh blood wards every night. Not bone wards, just blood, for the thalergy, then she'll be "safe from us". Harrow asks why, but he coughs wetly.

Then he reached out, and he put his bloody hand to your head, nearly covering your face, the tips of his fingers to your temples and your cheeks, like a smothering, or a benediction. "I know you're there," he rasped. "Kill me all you like. I would know you in the blindness of my eyes ... in the deafness of my ears ... as a shadow smudged against the wall, annihilated by light ...(6) stop. Not here. Not now. Let it go, love. I just want the truth ... after all this time." Ortus dropped his hand and said, with intent: "Just tell me--back then--why you brought along the ba--"(7) A voice down at the other end of the room bellowed: "Harrow!"

It's God, with Mercy and August in tow. Harrow asks Ortus what she brought along, but as much as Ortus has opened his bright green eyes, he isn't looking at her, and he says no more.

Harrow isn't sure how much God believes her version of events. Ortus claims to have forgotten everything from going to see Cytherea's body all the way through whatever he was saying to Harrow. In a tone Harrow is all too familiar with, from when she's admitted to her own insanity, he admits that sometimes he forgets things.(8)

Later on, when the Mithraeum was searched, Cytherea's body was no longer on its altar; and God said he could not detect it anywhere on the station at all.

Harrow returns to her rooms, takes down her bone wards and sets blood wards as well as she can given the layout.

She overhears Mercy and August arguing outside her door. Mercy is furious that August used Cristabel as a lever, and August bites back asking where Mercy stashed Cytherea. Mercy yells all sorts of things back at August including that she hasn't touched the corpse.(9)

Harrow cleans herself up, and lays in the silence with the sword.

Next to you, the Body said quietly, "The water is risen. So is the sun. We will endure."(10)

So ends Act Three.

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(1) There's an awful lot of fanfic about that universe let me tell ya. (2) Well, not ONLY there. Remember the prologue and the three syllables her mouth and brain didn't understand but her body remembered. (3) First, why didn't all the Lyctors and God do this for themselves? Is this just… something Harrow figured out that nobody else did? Were they only acting drunk? Do they genuinely ENJOY being drunk? Second, this would be high on my preferred superpower ranking, tbh. I love the flavours of drinks, except for the dry wines that give me leather mouth, but the alcohol's a real downside as you get older, even if it had appeal in your youth. (4) For real, I love the lampshade here. I can't help but be reminded of the scene in Galaxy Quest on the way to the macguffin at the center of the ship, and Tim Allen and Sigourney Weaver's characters find a hallway with crushing apparatus within, and she says, "What is this thing? I mean, it serves no useful purpose for there to be a bunch of chompy, crushy things in the middle of a hallway. No, I mean we shouldn't have to do this, it makes no logical sense, why is it here?" Whether this is an intentional reference or just an unrelated scene for the same purpose (making fun of convenient rooms on spaceships in scifi) is anyone's guess but I feel like it's pretty likely. (5) Our girl's too good at heart, despite her cold affect. (6) Uhh… guy… are you quite sure you'd know whoever it is you think you're talking to? And for the record, who exactly ARE you talking to? (7) The ba-what-now? I'm curious if any first time readers have an idea what he might have intended to say. (8) You'd think this would be a problem that had come up and been addressed in ten thousand years, but it makes you think. Maybe. Or maybe it's nothing. (9) Well, at least in this, we can believe she's telling the truth probably. Cytherea's corpse doesn't need anyone to touch her to stash her away. She can stash herself, thank you very much. (10) What an odd phrase to say, even if the meaning is clear. Makes you wonder who the Body is or was.

#the locked tomb #tlt #harrow the ninth #htn #harrow the ninth spoilers #htn spoilers #harrowhark nonagesimus #ianthe tridentarius #ortus the first #emperor john gaius #mercymorn the first #augustine the first #The Body (htn)

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lunasalix · 2 years

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Things I did as a child and/or still do that should have clued someone in that I was autistic: a continuing masterlist

1. Toe walking. Constant as a child, only do it now when in sensory or emotional overload

2. Not understanding jokes. This is one of my most painful recurring childhood memories: adult makes a joke, I miss it and either stare blankly or answer seriously, then my lack of understanding becomes the joke.

3. Everything is so. itchy. I refused to wear most clothes purchased for me because they were itchy to the point that I would cry within minutes of having them on. I am still very selective about clothing materials.

4. Turtlenecks gave me panic attacks. My grandmother was obsessed with them and kept buying them for me. My parents wanted me to show appreciation by wearing them when I saw her. I would scream and hyperventilate when my parents were trying to put them over my head.

5. Extreme reactions to water running on my face. I would lose my mind of a drop of water ran down my face in the bath. It was very difficult to wash my hair as a result and hairdressers would get mad and think I was neglected. I have tricks to keep water off my face in the shower now.

6. No eye contact, or only when absolutely necessary. This is still an issue.

7. Related: I read lips when talking to people because I have auditory processing disorder.

8. Subtitles on everything or I don't understand half of it.

9. Most people get songs stuck in their head. I get songs and also words and phrases that replay sometimes for days.

10. Extremely niche interests in which I became an expert of sorts. Some examples: mythologies and world religions, reptiles, medical science, genetics, sfx makeup art, music including specific artists, drag, trees, vulture culture, etc.

11. Hand flapping. Especially when disgusted or shocked.

12. Foods must not mix. Eat all of one thing on my plate at a time before tasting the next.

13. Apparently this is one: chewing only on one side of my mouth, switching to the other side if that one gets annoying.

14. Carbs and sweets preferred to the point i sometimes go days without protein.

15. Not realizing I'm hungry/thirsty until I near the point of passing out. I have passed out 4 times from this.

16. Related: not realizing I need to use the bathroom until it's almost too late. I have had 3 accidents as an adult.

17. Hygiene. Without a very strict routine like I had in college, I will only brush my teeth once per day and only bathe once every few days.

18. Executive dysfunction. I want to do the thing. Desperately. I'm thinking about this desire to the point of distress. I'm not doing the thing.

19. Certain textures cause sensory overload. Brushed metal is one of the worst.

20. Not finding the majority of comedy funny. I instead have a very strange sense of humor that only works for other neurodivergents.

21. Strong sense of morality and justice. People find me difficult to be around because I will point out their prejudices and moral missteps.

22. Digestive issues. It started with lactose intolerance and has developed to pre-Crohn's. I did not know that I had digestive issues until I was nearly an adult because I thought everyone hurt when they ate. I learned when a friend told me about her son's digestive issues in relation to his autism diagnosis.

23. Anxiety and depression for as long as I can remember.

24. Social scripts. If the other person goes off script, I flounder.

25. Friends with mostly neurodivergent people.

26. Do not understand gender roles or societal standards in general. I have dressed alt since I began choosing my own clothes. I rebelled strongly against being told to act "ladylike". I am asexual biromantic. Many of my friends are also in the alphabet mafia. Passionate about social issues.

27. More comfortable with animals than people.

28. Hyperfocus. No explanation needed.

29. Misophonia. Whistling is a big culprit. It gives me thoughts of murder and rage.

30. Skin picking and hair pulling OCDs.

31. Strange postures. T-rex arms, tree posing, crossed legs while standing, double-crossed when sitting.

32. I study psychology and sociology obsessively in order to better understand and interact with the neurotypicals around me. I almost never spoke in grade school, which was interpreted as me being stuck up, but I was actually studying everyone around me and cataloging their behaviors to become better at masking.

33. I was diagnosed as gifted. I attribute this largely to my ability to pick up on and replicate patterns. Give me an example and I can run through the assignment in no time.

34. My speaking tones are often misinterpreted as rude or condescending. I'm still unsure what I'm doing to cause this.

35. Often accused of being "too blunt" or crossing lines. I've mostly figured out what's acceptable in different situations at this point, but sometimes it still happens.

There's so much more. I'll add to this as I remember them.

#autism #adult dx #masterlist

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agentfrostbite · 3 years

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It's Saturday and I'm in the mood, so let's talk about Elijah Kamski

Specifically about how he treats his Chloes. Obviously this is an opinion, and everyone is entitled to theirs, but as I read Chlonnor ship fics (they are adorable and I am unrepentant), I notice that a lot of them have Chloe becoming a deviant after Connor chooses not to shoot her. I don't have a problem with this, per se, but I have noticed several things in game that makes me think she's already a deviant.

1. The other two Chloes are already deviant

It's a small detail that tends to get overlooked because you're busy focusing on meeting Elijah and "OMG, Amanda's dead??" and later whether or not Connor actually shot Chloe. But these two girls right here?

They're talking. They're chatting with each other. I know that doesn't sound like much, but look back on the rest of the game thus far. Androids that aren't deviant don't converse with other androids because there's no reason they should. They have a job, and unless they're being addressed by a human, that job doesn't involve talking. You know who does converse? Deviants. Additionally, they're just lounging in the pool, and I guess that Kamski could have ordered them in there because he doesn't like swimming alone/likes to swim with his Chloes/some other potentially creepier thing, but it feels a little too natural for that.

2. Kamski pushes Connor toward his own decision

Looking back on the scene, it's clear that Kamski is trying to force Connor into making the choice of whether or not to shoot Chloe, against Connor's will. He directly pits Connor's programming against his collected software instabilities to see which is stronger. Yes, he is a scientist, first and foremost, so he's gathering data through his test, but I think he's strongly leaning towards - and pushing Connor towards - a pro-deviant standpoint.

His dialogue throughout the scene puts longer, more emotional, emphatic language on the idea of deviancy and the free will of androids - specifically of Connor. He pushes Connor to attempt an answer outside his programming ("Well, that's what you're programmed to say... but you...what do you really want?") and he places special emphasis on Connor's individuality ("Decide who you are. An obedient machine... Or a living being endowed with free will...") in the critical moment just before Connor decides whether or not to shoot.

That, combined with the fact that the two Chloes in the pool are conversing - and at this point, watching the scene, one notably with a concerned/uncertain look as she turns back around - tells me that Kamski is supportive of the idea of deviants.

3. Kamski closes off and expresses almost negative emotion if Connor does choose to shoot Chloe

If Connor decides that his mission is more important than Chloe and shoots, Kamski's attitude makes a definite shift. Where earlier he was toying with Hank and Connor, giving cryptic answers and sidestepping the main issue they were there to discuss, after Chloe is shot, he switches to straight answers and short replies.

Additionally, this post by @omentrash highlights Kamski's obviously upset expression when Connor chooses to shoot Chloe. Call it what you like, but to me, this says he absolutely did not want Connor to fire.

4. No matter what route you choose, Kamski tells Connor about the emergency exit

In any situation where Connor ends up in a place of partial or total deviancy, Amanda resumes control of his program and traps him in the white-out blizzard Zen Garden. In this case, the only way for Connor to escape is to use the emergency exit. But he only knows about it because Kamski goes out of his way to inform Connor of it (and we'll get to the ramifications of Kamski knowing about Connor having it later).

Obviously in the deviant best ending, Connor uses this to avoid shooting Markus and the surviving Jericrew in the back, and most of the time, this ending was preceded by Connor deciding not to shoot Chloe. So yes, it makes sense that Kamski would inform him about a way out, should something like what Amanda does happen to him. But he also tells Connor about it if Connor does shoot Chloe, which lets us know that Kamski is hoping that perhaps Connor will deviate somewhere later down the line. He didn't do it here, but he might when faced with the same situation at a future time. Kamski is looking out for Connor, even though Connor isn't a deviant yet, because Kamski has hope that he might become one.

5. Deviants are capable of acting like normal androids

I include this one to illustrate that just because Chloe appears to be a perfect hostess here

and shows no emotion when faced with life or death doesn't mean that she's not a deviant. We know that deviants can, when necessary, act like normal androids. Markus and North do it at Stratford. (Specifically pointing out the part where a human opens the bathroom door, and Markus snaps to attention at the side, like a good little obedient Android janitor.)

Kamski is the Man of the Century. He revolutionized life for everyone across the planet by successfully creating a robotic assistant species that walks, talks, and looks roughly human, while doing everything a human can do with far more efficiency. Of course he gets house calls. And if his androids are deviants - and at the very least, the two in the pool are, so why wouldn't his first android be one as well? - and people come calling, they'd need to act like proper androids. Chloe, especially, since she greets people at the door and is the poster child.

And you'll notice, even in her interview, she acts more human than most androids do. She stammers, she smiles, she's clearly nervous. She shifts back and forth, readjusting in her seat like a human would. Sure, she needed to do these things to pass the Turing Test, but there's a deeper feel to it than just good programming. I think she was leaning heavily toward deviancy at that point. Not there yet, but close. That was years before we see her at Kamski's house in the game. She must be a deviant by now.

6. Kamski left an emergency exit in Connor's program, meaning that he had some hand in Connor's creation

So Kamski leaves emergency exits in all his programs; I think we've beaten the dead horse enough at this point, but I gotta do it one more time because why would Connor have his program? Base code, sure. Okay, we can make that argument that every android has the same base code as the original program. But we can also make the argument - and it has stronger evidence - that Kamski himself had a huge hand in developing the RK series. Proof? Markus.

Markus was a gift from Kamski to Carl; we know this from Connor's scan of Markus at Stratford Tower. We also know that Markus was a unique prototype, since his police file not only states this but also doesn't have a picture of him. No photo at all. Just a blank face, and "Unknown series" and a DESTROYED.

If Markus was one of a small handful, then they'd have a photo of another. They certainly wouldn't have a "Unknown Series" on the file. This makes me think that Kamski made Markus on his own and then gifted him to Carl. I suspect this means that he still has connections at CyberLife, which he used to get the parts for Markus. By giving Markus to Carl, knowing that Carl would cause him to deviate, he set up the seed of the revolution. Now why would Kamski do that, unless he was pro-deviant?

Summary

CyberLife decides to create an android detective/negotiator with the most cutting edge technology and coding the world has ever seen. This model would hunt down deviants and bring them back, if possible, for analysis so CyberLife could lock down the problem and eliminate it with a software patch. It's a delicate operation; after all, Connor starts with his toes on the line of deviancy. Presumably, when he goes to rescue Emma from Daniel, it's his first mission, and already, he's struggling with software instabilities. To think like a deviant, you have to be as unpredictable as possible. That means that he's right on the edge, and he remains on that edge for most of the game, depending on what the player decides to do with him.

So CyberLife need some assistance getting the code ironed out to ensure their Deviant Hunter doesn't become a deviant himself (until the time is right), so they turn to the man who first invented androids and has already technically worked on the RK series: Kamski. They ask - or perhaps Kamski himself offers - and Kamski works on the code. Not all of it, not even the majority, just the few bits and pieces where their almost-deviant and anti-deviant codes clash. All of his work is surely checked - secretly, of course; no need to make him think they don't trust him - so there's really only one thing he can add to Connor's program: the emergency exit. And that's why Connor is his program, why CyberLife would allow the exit to remain, why Kamski points it out, no matter what you choose.

And Kamski would do none of this - it doesn’t make sense for him to do any of this - unless he's secretly cheering on the revolution from the sidelines.

#dbh #detroit become human #dbh kamski #elijah kamski #dbh chloe #chloe rt600 #dbh connor #connor rk800 #dbh markus #markus rk200 #dbh carl #carl manfred #deviants #deviant connor #long post #dbh meta #pro deviant elijah kamski #deviant chloe

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kyokkou · 2 years

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the readmore busted idk

NAME. my online alias is hayato and that is all ur gettin :^) STAR SIGN. taurus HEIGHT. 5′9″ WHAT’S YOUR MIDDLE NAME? we do not discuss my legal name here but fun fact? my parents always used my middle name throughout my childhood and it caused a lot of problems when i had to start using my first name for things like licences and official documents. i had never answered to it for the first 17 years of my life. but i will never divulge my real name on the internet. PUT YOUR SPOTIFY ON SHUFFLE. WHAT ARE THE FIRST 6 SONGS THAT POPPED UP? 1. あの夢をなぞって - YOASOBI 2. Just You and I - Amuro Namie 3. 奏（かなで）- Sukima Switch 4. シュガーソングとビターステップ - UNISON SQUARE GARDEN 5. 陽のあたる場所へ - 平井大 6. 花に亡霊 - ヨルシカ

EVER HAD A POEM OR SONG WRITTEN ABOUT YOU? if i have, i don't know of it.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED AIR GUITAR? idk as a child maybe? noooooo idea.

WHO IS YOUR CELEBRITY CRUSH? i don't like celebrities these days. but i do have it bad for chunichi dragons outfielder ryosuke hirata. :((((((

WHAT’S A SOUND YOU HATE; SOUND YOU LOVE? HATE: ugh i hate SO MANY NOISES i'm overly sensitive to them, but especially sudden loud noises or the scraping of a fork on porcelain, it drives me fucking nuts. LOVE: the way it sounds when it snows and no one is on the road but the wind carries the slightest sounds through the tops of trees and over the snowdrifts.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? yeah!!! but i've never had any Experiences™ myself, i'm just inclined to believe in them because people i trust not to bullshit me have told me about their experiences.

HOW ABOUT ALIENS? jury's out.

DO YOU DRIVE? i got my license on october 25th, 2007 :))) i LOVE driving and i love my car more than myself. his name is teruki :)))))

IF SO, HAVE YOU EVER CRASHED? nope, all the cosmetic damage on that car was caused by my mom being careless or rust :((( but i've had some really close calls in the past, every time i look back on them i'm like HOLY SHIT I ALMOST LOST MY CAR and my life but whatever on that one--

WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? i'm in the middle of reading "defying hitler" written by sebastian haffner. it's really good.

DO YOU LIKE THE SMELL OF GASOLINE? DO I FUCKING EVER story time! teruki (MY CAR, IF YOU HAVE NOT BEEN READING THOROUGHLY :P ♥♥ ) had a gas tank leak from like 2015 until 2020 like. just little drips after an initial patch job and always worse when it was full, but me + my mom could not afford to fix it (which is why i got it fully replaced in 2020 after starting a better paying job) and holy FUCKING SHIT DUDE my car always fucking smelled like gas. like i KNOW it's bad for me and my mom fucking hated it so much but i missed the gasoline smell after i got the tank replaced. my car smells normal again but now my mom's car has the same problem at the same age (15 years old) so now i'm like damn! i gotta leave my sweater in HER car now so it smells like sweet old car smell......

anyway I FUCKING LOVE gasoline smell :)

WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU SAW? i think it was encanto, i don't watch many movies tbh

WHAT’S THE WORST INJURY YOU’VE EVER HAD? i tripped over driftwood when i was visiting friends in seattle and we went to the coast and i absolutely took my little toe out on that fucking hunk of driftwood, it bruised SO bad and i'm pretty sure i broke it or something because it hurt terribly and there was mild pain if i put pressure on it for several months after. it was fine after a while and never looked weird so idk but i sure as fuck was not gonna put myself in more medical debt to be told "haha we can't do shit for that sorry :) 1000 dollars please!"

DO YOU HAVE ANY OBSESSIONS RIGHT NOW? kiku "wife respecter" honda and the wife whomst he respects, as well as SEEC ESC-APE games (the prison boys....... my loves.....)

DO YOU TEND TO HOLD GRUDGES AGAINST PEOPLE WHO HAVE DONE YOU WRONG? i used to really bad but i'm working on it. i don't wish ill on anyone who has done wrong to me in the past though, i've grown past the need to be all that nasty and just kind of hope they've grown up too.

IN A RELATIONSHIP? nope. not cut out for that kind of thing in the slightest as i've found out. it's all about me!!

tagged by: stole it from @geroyam tagging: pants wearers

#✺ 「偽物は消えろ消えろ。」 || ooc;#[ A STOLEN MEME ]#[ i was inspired to fill this out i had fun :D ]#[ sorry for the ooc ]

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palmett-hoes · 3 years

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FOXES AS ABSOLUTE FUCKING BANGERS FROM THE BIRDS OF PREY ALBUM

1. Dan Wilds

Boss Bitch • Doja Cat

I don't wanna go, go, go with the flow

Backbend 'til I touch my toes

I don't wanna row, row, row the boat

Wrist full of rocks and I hope I float

Big up yourself 'cause you know they don't

I chew, chew, chew, 'cause they hope I choke

2. Kevin Day

Joke's on You • Charlotte Lawrence

I've lied for you and I liked it too

But my knees are bruised from kneeling to you

I've had enough, but you're too hard to quit

We've had our fun, now your sugar makes me sick

3. Andrew Minyard

Smile • Maisie Peters

It's my party, my body, my business

It's my town and my crown on my hitlist

It's my world and you're just living in it

Did I, did I, did I finish?

4. Matt Boyd

Sway With Me • Saweetie, GALXARA

Take a seat, the show is beginning

All the devils are singin'

Climbin' up on the chandelier

You can't stop me from swingin'

5. Aaron Minyard

Lonely Gun • Cyn

Said he'd be there for her, but he don't know how

She's a lonely gun and he can't seem to find the trigger

6. Seth Gordon

Danger • Jucee Froot

Hot, cold like icy (Icy)

Don't look at me sideways (Don't look at me)

Light up like it Broadway

Yeah, I'm next like Friday

They been waitin' for the switch up

I make waves, don't ride waves

7. Allison Reynolds

Diamonds • Megan Thee Stallion, Normani

Ayy, I know how to work a gun, I don't need a range

And I could take a hit, I ain't scared of the pain

And I don't really bang, but I came with the gang

And if you get too close, I might snatch off your chain, ooh

You want me to be a little more ladylike? Mmm

Come through with my girls, then beat your ass on ladies night, ayy

You don't wanna go toe-to-toe with my pedicure

Everyone you know be like, “Bro, how you handle her?”

8. Nicky Hemmick

Feeling Good • Sofi Tukker

Let me be too much

Let me be more than enough

Put me in your pocket, just water me with love

I'll stay if you don't lock it‚ just butter me up

9. Renee Walker

Invisible Chains • Lauren Jauregui

Still taste the metal, it lingers on my lips

I let it haunt me so I don't ever forget

All of the battles

I'ma walk through the fire and the shadows, yeah, yeah

Fuck around and get handled, yeah

'Cause I'm not going back

10. Neil Josten

Experiment on Me • Halsey

Girl, I've been way too much to handle

Bitch, I've never been a good example

"Seen, not heard" is what they told me

I look too good to be this lonely

Oh, grab this loaded gun

So hopeless, but I'm still romantic

Bloodstained mouth, gonna blow a kiss

And I bet it tastes like me, yeah

#txt #audio #the foxes #dan wilds #kevin day #andrew minyard #matt boyd #aaron minyard #seth gordon #allison reynolds #nicky hemmick #renee walker #neil josten #my posts

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bh7theseriesblog · 3 years

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The Origins of Big Hero 7

Big Hero 7: The Series

Origins

*A flicker of black and white starts up for a while, static noises barely blocks out a voice*

Umm…Hello? Can you hear me?

*the flickering and static stops as it shows a 14 year old girl with dyed blue hair and purple eye contacts*

Can you hear me? Oh it's working!

*The girl sits on the chair in front of the camera. She smooths out her sea green skirt as she clears her throat*

Hi! So…after some thinking I decided to make a video diary so I can remember what I said. After all, who knows when it'll come in handy right? Oh right! I forgot to introduce myself! My name is Cora Mizichio.

*Cora chuckles slightly before continuing*

So I guess I should start with my life and such. Let me warn you though, it's kind of a long and wild story.

*she pulls out a phone and starts showing pictures*

I have lived in San Fransokyo for my whole life with my Dad, Mizuchi and Grandmama, Kaguya. My mom, Akemi passed away when I was a baby.

*image of a blonde hair woman smiled warmly before switching to Cora and her family. Her father being Goliath in stature and her grandmother dressed in a kimono with a cane*

Then my family found out that I'm incredibly intelligent for my age. I suppose hacking into your father's computer to send a birthday card at the age of 4 does that. My Dad is very sweet and an old softie, but is very protective of me and wasn't sure that I should go to school. So I was homeschooled, it was fun being taught by Grandmama and such about Marine biology, but…I felt kind of lonely…

After all my studies, I actually made a habit of bot fighting disguised as an unknown cat-masked competitor under the name 'Nekodomo'. It earned good money since at the time Dad hadn't gotten any luck with jobs due to his height. But it was my very first night of bot fighting that I met him…Hiro Hamada

*she flips the photo to a young Asian boy her age, with messy raven hair, large almond brown eyes and a tooth gap in his smile.*

I've never had very much luck when it came to making or having friends, so if I someone told me that I would end up dating this guy I would had laughed. But yeah we did. I was paired up with Hiro in one of those special bot fighting events like the duo duel. We won, but than the cops were coming and I was so scared of getting caught that I couldn't move. But then the next thing I know Hiro grabs my hand and we were running like crazy before the cops even spot us! I have no idea how long we had been running, but to be honest I didn't really care because I was still awe-struck by the fact that Hiro had save me from getting arrested and we didn't even know each other at the time. But that was all about to change, because as we were finally approaching a safe distance from the cops, it was at that moment where I tripped and fell flat on my face, and at the same time broke my mask. Thankfully Hiro picked me back up and we started running again, with me leaving my broken mask behind. Once we finally stopped and knew we were safe, that was when Hiro and I actually first met face-to-face. Now I have to be honest with you, I've never really known if the whole 'Love at first sight' thing was actually real or not, but it's the only thing I can describe how I felt when I first looked into Hiro's eyes. It was there when we properly introduced ourselves to each other and after that, we started seeing each other more. And it was only after 4 months of hanging out together, that I finally got to meet his family, and he got to meet mine.

*The picture now showed Hiro with a woman holding a calico japanese bobtail cat and a young man on either side of him.*

The woman on his left is his Aunt Cass, she runs a coffee shop called the Lucky Cat Cafe. The young man on his right is his older brother Tadashi. And the adorably cute kitty-cat Aunt Cass is holding is Mochi, their family pet. They are really cool people, and they always asked how I was doing and such, and Mochi is such a sweet kitty that he always tries to cuddle up to me whenever I come over. Hiro and I actually became an official thing one night when I saved his butt from Yama's minions. And boy were they surprised! Aunt Cass actually bounced when Hiro told them that I'm his girlfriend! Dad and Grandmama met them that night too, while dad wasn't too happy at first about me dating, Grandmama convinced him…after hitting him on the head with her cane.

*Cora giggled at the memory*

Anyway, After a slight misadventure where Hiro and Tadashi landed in jail and Cass had to bail them out, Tadashi actually took Hiro to SFIT, San Fransokyo institute of Technology that same night. Hiro told me that he met Tadashi's friends. There's Gogo: the cool biker chick, Honey Lemon: the stylish Chem genius, Wasabi: Laser neat freak, and Fred: the secret Billionaire super hero geek. Afterwards Hiro and I actually applied to SFIT by entering the showcase! Hiro made these miniature robots he called Microbots which he can control via head transmitter, I on the other hand did super strength suction cup shoes that can stick on any surface. We both won and we…were gonna celebrate until…a huge fire broke out in the showcase building and Tadashi ran back inside to help Callaghan, a teacher at the school….he didn't make it…

*Cora turned quiet, looking at her hands as she takes a deep breath*

Hiro wasn't himself for a while. I visited him a lot since the fire, and I mostly talked and tried to comfort and be there for him. Then came the day Hiro stubbed his toe and Baymax came along.

*A picture of a white inflated figure came to the picture*

Baymax was Tadashi's project, a robotic nurse to be more specific. He heard Hiro say ow and activated to help him. Then one of Hiro's microbots started acting weird, and Baymax followed the direction it went! It was then we found a guy in a kabuki mask controlling the Microbots. But they were destroyed at the fire right? Once Hiro pieced together that it was the kabuki-masked man that started the fire to steal them, which in turned killed Tadashi…Hiro decided to build Baymax some armor which…well

*the next picture showed Baymax in protective gear*

We traveled down to the port where we saw him take some type of machine out of the ocean. But then it turns out Baymax called the gang to help us, but sadly the guy in the mask saw us. We barely escaped with our lives that night! Thankfully Baymax being a walking marshmallow, also makes him an inflatable raft too. Afterwards we got to Fred's mansion and discussed over what to do next. Side note: it was weird to see that Fred is a billionaire.

*shows portrait of a young Fred and his parents in classy attire*

Hiro and I then built ourselves armor to fight the guy in the mask. Honey lemon got this cute chemistry purse to pull out what she needed, Gogo got some sick skates to zoom past us, Fred got a killer Kaiju costume that breaths fire, Wasabi got awesome laser blades on the backs of his hands, and I got my aquatic camouflage suit with squid strength suction cup shoes! And learning back from his previous work, Hiro turned Baymax from a stay puff marshmallow with bicycle gear to an awesome superhero!

*the next photo shows Baymax in his red armor*

After training and flying around the city we got down to business. We flew to Akuma island where the masked guy was, and it was there we learned something interesting. Krei and some government officials had something called 'Project Silent Sparrow'. It backfired when the portal sucked everything in, and the pilot was stuck. But then the masked guy attacked us! We tried to fight back but….

*a small clip showed Fred jumping only to be punched away *

We bombed, big time.

Hiro and I got lucky to get the mask…but the person was not who we thought….

Turns out Callaghan grabbed the transmitter and used it and the Microbots to protect himself in the fire…leaving Tadashi to die….

It was then that Hiro took out Baymax's health care chip and ordered him to kill Callaghan…

*Cora took a deep breathe before standing up and leaving the room, she returned back with a glass of water and started drinking it. Once she was done She then continued.*

Thankfully the gang got Baymax back to normal but Hiro was furious. He just left with Baymax…but we eventually met up with Hiro at his place, with a video of Tadashi…it was also when we showed him what we discovered. The pilot was no random person Krei hired. She was Callaghan's daughter, and Callaghan was out for blood.

We got to Krei Tech where Callaghan got his portal running. Hiro then learned what we needed to do to beat him; instead of the mask, we take out the Microbots, then he'd be powerless. But despite that, the portal was still open, and ready to tear itself to pieces. Then Baymax dropped the biggest bomb on us, Callaghan's daughter was still alive in there.

Hiro and I got on Baymax to rescue her. We found her pod but Baymax's thrusters were wrecked from the debris…

Baymax…he got us out by rocket punch…but stayed behind in the portal…

It's been weeks since then…

Krei agreed to keep our identities a secret, Callaghan is in prison, and his daughter is making a steady recovery at the hospital. And the news had been exploding over 'the mysterious group of heroes' that saved the city.

Hiro and I had been doing good, we talked to the gang a lot and we actually reapplied to SFIT again.

*Cora then looks at the clock beside her and gasped*

Oh man it's almost midnight! And first day of class is tomorrow! Anyway, thank you for listening! And…Baymax…I don't know if you can hear me..but Hiro has been doing good. We all miss you…especially me and Hiro...wish us good luck, cause who knows what happens tomorrow.

*Cora smiles at the camera before turning it off.*

A.N: This is an updated look for the prolouge chapter of Big Hero 7: The Series!

Liking the new visuals? ;3

This chapter has been edited by WolfWitchHuntress1318 at Fanfiction.net! Thank you for being my patient editor! Thank you for following and reading Big Hero 7! Love ya!

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