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dilemmaontwolegs · 4 months

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Not A Verstappen: Lights Out {3}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris Summary: You get a glimpse into the future with Charles and Lando as fathers. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, fluff WC: 1.5k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine NAV: A New World One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten NAV: Lights Out One || Two || Three || Four

You collapsed breathless on top of Charles and let your eyes fall shut as the heat inside the SUV soared. Steam fogged the windows and the sounds of your boyfriends panting filled the small space.

Lando hummed as he sat back on his knees and watched his release, and Charles’, leak out from you. “Missed this pretty mess you make when we fill you up.”

“Putain, oui,” Charles agreed with a deeply satisfied chuckle. “Feels amazing.”

They were absolutely right, it did feel amazing - especially when it had been almost a week since you last had sex. It was almost a record, and not one you wanted to break anytime soon.

“We should head back,” you said despite wanting to stay exactly as you were. “We should also buy something so it actually looks like we went out.”

“Pretty sure your mum knows how much you hate shopping, and do you really want to risk being spotted?”

Lando made a fair point and you climbed off Charles so you could pull your panties back up and push your dress back down. Max’s plane would be tracked to the local airport so soon everyone would know where you were hiding. You would rather savour the peace and quiet before the paparazzi started to haunt you.

Once you got to Austin there would be no place to hide.

Sitting in the backyard of the pub, you watched the sun set over the countryside backdrop with bittersweet happiness. Luka was squealing with joy as Charles tossed him high into the air and Lando was sprawled on the grass with Lio and Mila clambering over him. It was like a little glimpse into the future you would have all too soon, but it still didn’t feel real.

“What are you doing, hiding in the corner?” Max took a seat beside you on the bench and scanned the groups that had broken off from the crowd. You could smell the gin in his drink and took a sip of your lemonade as you longed for your usual drink. It didn’t help Lando had ordered you Sprite No Sugar, you weren’t even allowed that anymore.

“Just thinking.”

“I tried that once, but it didn’t work out well for me,” he joked, nudging you with his shoulder when he didn’t get a response. “What are you thinking about?”

You sighed and shifted to face him. “Were you scared you were going to mess up Penelope?”

“No,” he scoffed.

“Right, because you are good at everything,” you nodded solemnly. “Stupid question.”

“No, it’s because I’m not her father, and I’m not trying to be her father because she already has one. So it is not the same.” Max looked to where Lando and Charles had moved onto dancing with the kids. It probably wasn’t quite dancing, but they were all hugging each other and gently swaying to the music. “You three are going to be fine. You’ve got the responsible parent, the fun one and the worrier.”

“I don’t really want to know who you think is who,” you chuckled, feeling a little better. But another thought had plagued you and there was only one person you could admit it to without fear of judgement. “This is going to sound terrible, but I wish she was a boy.”

Max’s brows shot up his face. “Why?”

You toyed with the condensation running down your glass, drawing little pictures as you spoke. “What if she wants to race? It’s in her blood but this industry is tough on girls, Max. I don’t want her going through the same bullshit I had to.”

“You’re worrying about something that is at least 15 years away, zusje. A lot can change in that time. Plus, she will have you, her fathers and a scary uncle who have been there to make sure she gets treated right.”

You looked across at the young man struggling to understand the horse-riding terms Flo was talking about. “Arthur’s not that scary.”

You laughed at the indignant sound Max made. “Okay, you’re right, you’re right. I don’t need to worry about that now. I just need to get through the rest of the season watching someone else race my car.”

“Checo’s contract is up next year, maybe Red Bull will beg you to come back?”

Your laughter caught the attention of your boyfriends and they smiled at the sound before making their way over. “Yeah, that ain’t happening, they can beg all they want - I would rather be seatless.”

Max turned serious. “They saw your data, you know, when you used my sim. It was the best time anyone has pulled from the car. It was impressive as hell.”

“Well if you want personal driving lessons I am happy to assist. I’ll even give you a family discount.”

Max snickered in amusement as the seats opposite the bench were taken. “Now that you are once again unemployed.”

“Don’t let her mother hear you say that,” Lando warned, only half joking. “She’s not unemployed.”

“Yeah,” you placed a hand on your stomach. “I have the best job in the world now as a human incubator. Me and Vick can be ladies of leisure together.”

“She prefers the term influencer,” Max corrected sarcastically.

“What’s the difference?” Charles asked.

“There isn’t any. Now will you come and dance?”

You accepted Lando’s hand and followed him to the outdoor lights that had been turned on.

“Nutty!” Mila called as she ambled towards you with grabby hands.

“So close, sweetie,” you laughed as you dropped Lando’s hand to pick her up. “Aunty. Aunt-tee.”

“Nutty is kind of accurate,” Max teased as he walked past to where Kelly was talking with Vicky. He did pause for a second as he watched you spin around with Mila and blow a raspberry onto her neck making the toddler giggle. “Zusje, you’re gonna be fine.”

You looked up over the top of her curls that were only a few shades lighter than Lando’s and found sincerity in your brother's eyes. “Thanks, Max.”

A pair of arms encircled you and Charles’ chin came to rest on your shoulder. “My dance partner has been stolen.”

Lando spun past with Penelope in his arms and you kissed Charles’ cheek. “Mila, look at Dodo, he thinks he’s a better dancer than us.”

She narrowed her eyes at her uncle dancing with the four year old and her brows furrowed before she squirmed to be put down. “Oops, I think someone is a little jealous,” Charles chuckled, pulling you into his arms while you watched with amusement as she made Lando pick her up too. “Should we save him?”

“Nah, he’ll need to learn how to deal with two females soon enough.” You placed your head on Charles’ shoulder and followed his lead, swaying gently to the music that probably demanded more energy.

“You seem happier,” he commented softly.

“It’s amazing what a little sex in a secluded forest can do for the soul.”

Charles laughed and kissed your forehead, his smile etched on your skin. “Chérie, what we did could hardly be called ‘little’ but even afterwards you still weren’t…I don’t know what the word is…you seem more like yourself.”

You smiled a little as he stumbled over the words. “I’m getting there.”

“I know you will.” He gave up the pretence of dancing and just held you as Lando extracted himself from the girls and they ran off to their mothers before making his way to join you. “We will make sure of it.”

Lando’s warm body pressed against your back and his arms wrapped around you to hold Charles’ hips. “So I was thinking of names…Tulip.”

“Um, no.”

“Hear me out, it’s kind if Dutch and it’s a flower which is pretty cool-”

“Non, mon cher, keep thinking.”

“Daisy?”

You shook your head and he groaned as he was shut down again. “Daphne?”

It was your turn to groan. “No more Bridgerton for you.”

“Clover?”

You paused and his grin widened. “I’m not opposed to that one, but keep brainstorming.”

“How about Juniper?”

“Daddy, where does my name come from?” you asked in a higher pitched voice as you wrinkled your nose.”Well mummy drank lots and lots of Gin one night and that is how you were made.”

“Oh, right,” Lando laughed awkwardly. “I forgot it’s in Gin.”

“It is a good thing we have time,” Charles hummed, holding you both tighter. “There’s no rush finding the perfect name.”

Lando conceded for the moment and fell silent, and you felt content to stay cocooned until your stomach rumbled louder than the music. Your warmth disappeared as they stepped away laughing. “Come on, love. Dinner should be ready.”

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#lando norris fanfic #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc imagine #lando norris imagine #charles leclerc x reader #lando norris x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #formula one imagine #formula 1 fanfic #formula one fanfiction

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 4 months

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Jack one sentence “I’m sorry for making you cry.”

Jack white knuckled the steering wheel as he drove to your apartment. He had a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach after your last argument, and when you didn't answer his calls or texts all day while he was at the studio, he was sure you were upset with him, and honestly he couldn't blame you.

He knew he sounded like a broken record, but he had a bad habit of starting fights to get his frustrations about work out, and you were often on the receiving end, unrightfully so. Usually, you were quick to forgive and the two of you would make up, but this fight felt different and he wasn't sure if your relationship could come back from it.

He heard a muffle cry behind the door as he slipped his key into the lock, and his stomach dropped at the thought that you spent the day alone and upset. He quietly moved through your apartment till he found you in your bedroom, bundled up in your covers, tears streaming down your face, wads of tissues surrounding you on the bed.

"Jack, what are you doing here?" His presence caught you off guard, so you scrambled to clean up your mess of takeout containers and Kleenex.

"Baby, I'm sorry for making you cry. I've been an asshole to you lately, and I know I need to change-"

You held up a hand to stop him. "Jack, babe, what are you talking about?"

"This isn't about our fight yesterday?" He gestured around the room.

"What? No! I have the day off and decided to stay in and watch some movies. I was watching 'The Lovely Bones', I can't watch it without sobbing every time. C'mere." Jack pressed a knee into the mattress as he crawled over to you, settling his head in your lap. You covered him with the blanket and moved your hands to massage his scalp, your fingers intertwining with his messy curls.

"Were you worried about me all day?"

"I love you. I worry about you all day, every day. I just really thought we were over after yesterday." Jack let his chest collapse in a sigh, his eyes closing.

"Jack, just because we fight sometimes, doesn't mean I want to break up with you. I know you're stressed, but those arguments are so far and few between, the rest of the time, you are almost he perfect boyfriend."

Jack let out a chuckle, looking up at you. You grazed your fingers over his cheeks as you took in his beautiful blue eyes, full of love for you. "Almost?"

You pressed a kiss to his forehead, pulling back with a smile. "Well, you kind of lost some points when you didn't bring me something to eat to apologize. You know food is the way to my heart."

"Okay, I see how it is." Jack jumped off the bed and disappeared out to the kitchen, quickly returning with a paper bag from your favorite bakery in Louisville. He held the bag out to you but quickly snatched it away before you could grab it. "Jack, what the hell?"

"Call me the perfect boyfriend."

"You're losing points by the second, dude." He gave in immediately, handing over the bag. You took in the scent of maple donuts, relishing in a bite. "Perfect boyfriend, 10s across the board." You mumbled out with your mouth full.

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jackharlow #jackman harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fanfic

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taylorkellyreporting · 4 months

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i hope no one minds if i inconsistently liveblog this bitch: doctor who season one from 1x04

1x04

HELLO??

A WHOLE YEAR???

shit

“you’re 900 years old?” “yeah.” “my mum was right, that is one hell of an age gap.” lmfaooo

“i’m the only person who knows it exists.” spoke too soon

damn, he left her. i wonder if the key he gave her was even real.

it was a pig 😭

OH NOOOO

every time they get separated, shit goes off the rails

IS HE GONNA KILL HER MOM?!

1x05

girl, FUCK the emergency protocols

“sorry.” 😭

that shit was intense

“my mother’s cooking.” “good, put her on a slow heat and let her simmer.” CACKLING

i feel so bad for her mom :(

1x06

this episode really is…something.

why the fuck is the doctor just offering up all of this information???

he really should have seen this coming

*pretends to be shocked*

their cockiness is gonna get them killed

i never want rose and the doctor to be separated EVER again

“what use are emotions if you won’t save the woman that you love?” damn

don’t know how i feel about this dude joining them

1x07

“he’s your boyfriend.” “not anymore.” did i miss something???

something’s wrong…

is that guy dead?

i don’t trust adam at all

rose is so stupid. i could understand if it was mickey she was trusting but she doesn’t even know this man

huh, that was unexpected.

what the actual fuck

1x08

this ep’s gonna be so sad

the doctor never should’ve taken her to that day

“alright, i’ll tell him you’re not my boyfriend.” obsessed with her thinking that was the issue 😭

not important but jackie looks really good with her hair like that

well. that was heartbreaking.

1x09

sorry, but if a kid wearing a fucking plague mask was repeatedly saying “mummy” in an eerie voice, i would have turned and walked the other way. r.i.p. to rose but i’m different

what part of “don’t answer it.” is hard to understand? lmao

“excellent bottom.” gross.

i know i sound like a broken record but what the fuck?!

this is one creepy ass episode

this dude is coming on so strong dkgjgks

“finally, a professional.” rose, be serious.

“they’re not dead.” okay.

girl, what the fuck?

1x10

i can’t believe that worked lmfaooo

“those would’ve been terrible last words.” 😭

“half this street thinks your missus must be messing about with mr haverstock, the butcher. but she’s not, is she? you are.” SCREAMING

“i sent it to its room. this is its room.”

that’s fucking terrifying

“the first day i met him, he blew my job up. that’s practically how he communicates.” pls

“okay, so he’s vanished into thin air. why is it always the great- looking ones who do that?” “i’m making an effort to not be insulted.” “i mean…men.” “okay, thanks, that really helped.” fkfhhgdj

i hate jack for interrupting their dance. IT WAS JUST GETTING GOOD.

“carry on with whatever you were…doing.” “we were talking about dancing.” “it didn’t look like talking.” “didn’t feel like dancing.” 😭

these episodes are so fucking creepy but they’re definitely the best of the season

oh my God, he’s her son

THEY’RE DANCING 🥹

1x11

i can’t wait for mickey’s reaction to jack

“trust me, safest place in the universe.” famous last words

i hope the doctor doesn’t trust her

poor mickey

“it’s always the doctor, it’s never me.” buddy you should’ve known you weren’t first choice when she left you in the beginning

she’s an egg 😭

1x12

i almost don’t want to press play.

lmao, what the hell

it always comes back to floor 500

oh shit, the doctor cause all of that?

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

rose can’t be dead

THANK GOD

i can’t believe the daleks actually survived

1x13

i’m not ready to say goodbye to nine

rose is getting a taste of her own medicine with the doctor and lynda djfjgjs

HE KISSED THEM BOTH 😭 I LOVE JACK

i can feel my heart breaking

who the fuck is bad wolf if it isn’t the daleks???

mickey’s really getting on my nerves this ep

HELLO

“there’s nothing left for me here.” ‘nothing?” “no.” she’s RUTHLESS 😭 but honestly he shouldn’t be surprised at this point

JACK ☹️

“i am the bad wolf.” BITCH???? WHAT????

i got my kiss but at what cost

OH SHIT THEY LEFT JACK

all i feel is pain

that’s it??? how am i ever going to move on from eccleston? how the hell are you guys strong enough do this every season? cause i’ll tell you how i’m doing: not well, bitch!!

#long post #doctor who lb #doctor who #doctor x rose #ninerose #rose tyler #mickey smith #jackie tyler #jack harkness #rose x nine #nine x rose

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 2 months

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➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖

Chapter 48 - Wedding Nights And Babies. Episode 3.

-----River's house------

Jackall: I guess that goofy look on your face means you definitely are doing it by now… good for you! I hear he's very big, and very capable of driving his stick he smiled cheekily

Evan: I felt myself blush Who told? I grunted as I realized only one could have told stories like that Daniel…

Jackall: Chuckled deeply Who else? He sipped his beer and nodded at me So, you're really deep in love huh?

River: Sighed deeply from somewhere inside his own world

Evan: I'm not sure River wants to hear about this?

Jackall: Oh no… the love part he doesn't care about… it's the sex part that makes him… weird…

River: Grunted I really don't care Jackall

Jackall: See he pointed at River and chuckled so you are in love with Congo, right? And here I mean like really deeply in love, not just high school girl in love…

Evan: I nodded softly Yes Jackall… I am I sipped my coffee and hoped no more questions would follow

Jackall: And he is in love with you just as much?

Evan: I groaned deeply I guess so…

Jackall: So what are you doing here among the roaches?

Lily: Hey man! I'm here too you know… I'm a bit offended I have to say she chuckled softly

Jackall: Laughed loudly If you out of free will can live here… in this mess… and not be bothered by it, it must mean you're just as fucked as the rest of the residents of this household. So yes, you my dear pretty girl, are a roach too.

Evan: I chuckled softly and sipped my coffee, and observed River who seemingly now had gotten lost in a track on the record that had been playing the last 30 minutes

River: Hm… he tilted his head and looked at the record player, contemplating something no… He slowly got up I don't care much for this track. He slowly made his way to the record player and skipped the song, nodding agreeing as the next track started playing: ffffffffff bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbzaaaa` He quickly made his way to Lily, reaching his hand towards her Dance with me, me lady.

Lily: She chuckled softly, grabbed his hand, and together they made it to the middle of the floor. Dancing together, getting lost in the music. I was kinda relieved they knew they were siblings, cause the way they were dancing was borderline incest. Strange for someone like River. The least sexual person I know. But somehow, they made it work. Maybe because it after all wasn't sexual at all.

Evan: I grabbed my phone in front of me and saw it had died, grunting softly

Jackall: What?

Evan: I sighed softly My phone has died… which means Congo probably is worried sick by now. Can I borrow your phone, just to check Facebook?

Jackall: Sure he pushed his phone over the table

Evan: Yes, as I feared Congo had left a worried message on my wall. I rubbed my forehead gently

Jackall: Evan… it's fairly simple. You need space. Time to digest. But you also need him. Them. Go home. Figure it out. You're not gonna figure it out by sitting here starring at River doing whatever it is River does. Us… you don't really need to figure us out. There's not much to figure really. We are both broken in each our way, and so are you. So is everyone. We will be here when you have the energy for us. Go home and figure the other stuff first. Be there for Andy, and let Congo be there for you. And dare to dive some more into it. I'm sure you wont regret. He sounds like a great match for you. So what the hell are you doing here, on this dirty kitchen chair? Go home, Evan!

Evan: Not the greatest peptalk ever, but it woke something in me. I got up from the chair fast, smiled at him, and ran out the door. Quickly got up on my bike, and within 10 minutes I was driving up our mountain, smiling bright as I turned the corner leading straight to our house, seeing it become bigger and bigger as I got closer. My heart was pounding fast. I had to be with him. Right now. The love for him was pounding through my veins, making me chuckle behind my helmet. And then, ice. It came so fast I didn't get to react. I just felt the bike disappear under me, as I was sent gliding over the road. A loud bump was all I heard, as my bike crashed into the garage door, then my eyes were turned towards the dark night sky above me, white gentle snowflakes floating towards my face

Congo: EVAN!!!

Evan: I heard his footsteps pound the ground as he ran towards me and kneeled down next to my face

Congo: Are you okay? his voice was terrified and I heard him sniffle his nose as he slipped a hand under my back head

Evan: I nodded softly as I looked up at him

Congo: Can you move?

Evan: Yeah I nodded again and felt tears in my eyes

Congo: Are you in pain?

Evan: I shook my head lightly and grabbed on to his upper arms as I dragged myself up to sit No… I chuckled nervously and looked around for my helmet that had come off in the fall I landed pretty soft I padded my hand on the snow beneath me

Congo: You gave us quite a scare! You sure you aren't hurt? Are you dizzy?

Evan: No… I'm fine….

Congo: He placed his hands on my cheeks and planted a loving kiss on my forehead I was so worried about you! Where have you been?? I'm so sorry if I pushed you too far. Maybe if we just..

Evan: I sobbed loudly as my nerves from the crash hit me, pressing my face against Congo's chest I'm sorry! I'm so fucking sorry I left you here to worry! I don't know why I left! I can't even remember what we argued about! It was so fucking stupid! I'm just so stressed out! I feel I have no time to catch up with everything! I feel drained and weak. I feel so tired I could sleep for weeks! I'm so happy and thankful for the babies, but I can't even enjoy it! I'm so scared! I want them so much, but at the same time it terrifies me we don't know when they will arrive… I just I coughed as my sobbing got worse

Congo: Shhh shhh he wrapped his arms around me tight Evan… I don't have enough clothes on to sit out here… hold on to me

Evan: I did as he said, and he slowly lifted me up

Andy: Shit is everything alright? We were so fucking worried!

Evan: I turned my head slowly and looked at Andy and Lenny few meters from us

Congo: His voice was warm and soothing Yes… everything is fine, he's just pretty shaken up. The snow thankfully broke the fall. I just want us to get inside before we catch a cold… you should too…

Andy: He nodded agreeing and smiled softly at me I'll watch a movie with dad…

Lenny: I'll just pick up the bike and get it into the garage.

Congo: Thank you Lenny, I would appreciate that. He planted a soft kiss on Andy's lips, then Andy planted one on my cheek. And few minutes later Congo and I were safe and warm, laying in bed, naked, cuddled up with a movie on the big tv. I was safe in his arms, snuggling my head against his chest I have told Andy to stay here, I hate when he's away, even if it's only next door with Daniel. Specially now when he's pregnant, I prefer him to be as close as possible.

Evan: I nodded softly Me too…

Congo: He kissed my forehead softly I understand you need space and time to digest it all. So I have told Andy the next few days, you and I will stay down here, until you feel a bit better, until you feel you can cope better. He is not banned from the room, but I told him to give you space. And Andy himself added that he wants to give us space to get comfortable in this relationship. He wants us to just be Evan and Congo for a few days. If that's alright with you?

Evan: I smiled shyly I would very much like that.

Congo: Me too he smiled warmly and planted a soft kiss on my lips Lenny will stay here with him. And I'm sure we can both figure Daniel will come running at some point. But we will stay here, you and I, as much as possible. It has been almost 3 weeks since the wedding, and neither you or I have had time to catch much break. I could really need some time to catch up as well. I will still go with Andy every time he needs to have check ups, but beside that, as long as the pregnancy is calm and he doesn't feel it much, I will stay here… with you.

Evan: I smiled bright and felt tears in my eyes again

Congo: Is that happy tears? He chuckled softly and planted a gentle kiss on my nose

Evan: I nodded softly

Congo: Good… that's good… that was the reaction I was hoping for. Evan…

Evan: Yeah?

Congo: I love you very much, and I'm very thankful you came home.

Evan: I love you too I leaned upwards and kissed him lovingly

Congo: May I ask where you went?

Evan: To see the roaches.

#unicornmanes #Evan Thompson #Jackall D'Angelo #Jacob D'Angelo #River D'Angelo #Rill #Lily Ophelia Thompson #Congo Shaw #Andycorn #Andy Shaw-Thompson #Leonard Cullman #Lenny

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shieldofiron · 11 months

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So like what about Eddie giving Jason the first hug he's gotten in a really long time. I know he and Chrissy probably hugged, but they might have grown distant, yk

OHHHHh TOUCH STARVED JASON MY BOYYYYY Obviously, because I'm basically writing JASON'S FIRST HUG: THE FANFIC. But yes, it's time. TW for some negative self language (Worthless, stupid, etc.)

It's all anyone in school can talk about. Chrissy Cunningham, the queen of Hawkins High actually threw over Jason Carver for his best friend Patrick McKinney. The entire school was in an uproar, Eddie swore he could hear one of the other cheerleaders at the edge of hysteria in the back of class because, "Who wouldn't want Jason Carver?"

Who indeed.

Eddie decided today to be generous with himself and agree with her. Carver was, quite unfortunately, exactly Eddie's type. Or Eddie's type had formed around him. At this point Eddie wasn't really sure if it was the chicken or the egg.

He was squirreled away under the stairwell to take his daily nap through gym class, letting himself drift away into a completely impossible fantasy of Carver walking up to him and telling him that actually, they'd broken up because Jason was in love with Eddie, oh, and his dad was a record executive who was wildly supportive of his gay son.

Yeah right, but this was gym napping time, so he was allowed to be absolutely wild with his fantasies.

The stairwell door slammed open, startling out of a new embellishment he was trying where Jason had also brought him a gibson custom flying v.

"We didn't mean for it to happen, Jay, honestly," Patrick McKinney said softly, "She was just helping me with some stuff at home, and she's been having those nightmares, you know, and we started hanging out and-"

"I'm your best friend. If you had shit happening at home, you could've come to me," Jason Carver said, not softly at all. His voice reverberated off of every flat surface, rattling Eddie under the stairs. Eddie shrank into the corner, hoping they wouldn't try to go under there for some privacy.

"It just... I never meant to hurt you." One of them was pacing or shuffling their feet, sneakers squeaking.

"Just go." Carver said coldly.

"Jay, I'm sorry."

"GO!" Carver roared. After a moment, Eddie could hear someone's sneakers again, and then the door squeaked again. He guessed Patrick might have left, because all he could hear was Jason Carver muttering to himself.

Eddie just stared at the back of the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible as Jason Carver started to very quietly but unmistakably sob.

Eddie cringed to himself. This was kind of fucked up and none of his business but...

"Stupid, you stupid idiot, you fucking..." Carver sniffed, whispering. "Worthless, so worthless, I'm so worthless."

Eddie pressed his lips together.

Carver sobbed, the words starting to bleed together until it was more sound than meaning, just a mess of hate. And Eddie couldn't take it anymore. He was only whispering, but it felt so loud.

He shuffled out of his spot and rounded the stairs cautiously, because there was about a 50/50 shot this ended with Eddie having to make a run for it.

Carver was leaning into the wall, hands gripping the handrail with white knuckles. He hardly reacted to Eddie at all, only closed his eyes and pressed his still speaking mouth against the arm of his jacket, curling into a small ball.

It was a pretty awkward one, with Jason on the stairs and Eddie leaning into him. But Eddie knew he was a good hugger. After a frozen moment, a hand wound it's way to Eddie's back, and the words broke down into smaller and smaller pieces, until Carver was just breathing, his head buried in Eddie's shoulder.

Eddie just held on until Jason pulled back on his own power, wariness painted on his face. Eddie was a lot more familiar with this Jason, though his eyes were still red and he was wiping snot off on his hand.

"What'd you do that for, freak?" Carver whispered.

Eddie frowned, "What?"

Carver just looked up at him, eyes wide with betrayal and something else. His face was red and splotchy, it made his eyes seem blue-r, brighter.

"I'm not a kid anymore," Carver looked down, clenching his hands into fists.

Eddie didn't quite follow, so the answer was automatic. "You know people can hug even if they aren't kids right?"

Carver's hands clenched tighter.

"You tell anyone about this," Carver stood suddenly, pushing Eddie so that he tripped down the last stair, "You're dead.

Without waiting for an answer, he pushed past Eddie and through the door, letting it slam behind him.

Eddie sat back on the stairs where Carver had collapsed.

Eddie didn't tell anyone.

#asks #munver #unrequited?#only I know #jason carver #eddie munson #tigerfreak #tigerfreak ficlet

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how-very-salty · 7 months

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white oleander

tw: hanahaki, swearing, the death of at least one of the characters is expected, morally tough choices

Heather Chandler x Veronica Sawyer, Jason J.D. Dean x Veronica Sawyer

Chandler still a bully and J.D. still a murder (he killed Kurt and Ram). Anyone who accepts a confession from a person with hanahaki is bound to that person for the rest of his or her life, whether the feelings are mutual or not.

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Veronica stared at Chandler, stunned. The squeaking in her ears turned into a loud ringing that drowned out all other sounds around her.

"You... what?" she asked, barely making her numb lips move. Only one thought stuck in her mind, playing over and over like a broken record: "Let it all be a figment of my imagination! Let it all be..."

"I love you," Chandler held out a crumpled scarlet Ipomea flower covered in black, clotted blood. Veronica's eyes darted to it and she recoiled involuntarily. "I will die without you! Literally die! I know I haven't been nice to you, but... but, Veronica, please!"

"So all this... God, you made my life a living hell just because you cared too much about the opinions of people you'll never see again after graduation? It's only a few fucking months later," the anger rose inside her in a crushing wave. Veronica pulled her hands away from her face and flicked the flower to the ground, irritated. "Every day you've made my school life utterly unbearable! And you say it was all because you loved me?"

"But you and I were friends at the beginning of the year," Heather's eyebrows rose pleadingly, "didn't you enjoy that time? I mean, we were close and..."

We were friends while I was your lap dog," she said, shaking her head sharply and letting her hair fall down over her face. "While I obediently bullied whoever you pointed the finger at. Need I remind you what happened when I dared to refuse? You pointed the finger at me! That doesn't sound like friendship, Heather... You were just using me!"

"Oh my God, you're still using that freak's words! You've been broken up for a few months now... What, you still haven't found the time to get that noodle out of your ears?" snorted Chandler ironically, and then, realizing it, her face changed dramatically. Nervously licking her lips, she leaned closer to look Veronica in the eye. "I don't want to use you... I really love you! What better proof of my sincerity than the fact that I could die from a single 'no' from you?"

She, swallowing, shrugged uncertainly in response. As far as she knew from the news, this disease couldn't lie, so Chandler's love was truly sincere. Too bad that love didn't make her a good person. But... Veronica's lips curled in disgust; after what she'd done, should she even talk about it?

"Look, I know you don't hate me," Chandler felt her hesitation and made another desperate attempt. Fingers with scarlet nails grabbed Ronnie's chin and pulled it up insistently. "I know you liked me too, Sawyer!"

She cringed noticeably. Oh yes, Heather knew... and not just her, but half the school. It was on those diary sheets that had spread through the school like wildfire last month... Had Heather done it too?

Or rather, was there any chance that she hadn't?

"And if so, then I have a chance to survive," Heather continued, with a voice shaking more and more with fear. Her fingers dug painfully into Veronica's skin. "I just want to live, Sawyer! Please give me a chance... If we go somewhere where we don't have to look back at anyone, I can... I can pay you back."

"Give me time to think, please," she forced the words out, feeling that this whole thing was already more than she could handle. Pity, anger and guilt mixed in her head to a bitter mess; the ringing in her ears became overwhelming. How she wished she could just hate her... "I need some time, okay?"

"I have very little," Chandler suddenly sobbed, and that was the last straw.

Veronica, unable to take it anymore, turned around and stormed off.

Ronnie curled up on the bed, clutching her pillow and staring blankly at the wall. When she closed her eyes, the scarlet Ipomia flower covered in blood was there again. The same blood she'd spent nearly an hour and a half rubbing off in the shower, scrubbing her already clean skin with a brush.

She sighed shakily and wiped the tears from her face. She had to do something, but she had no energy left. Did she really have a choice? She had to say yes or Chandler would die and that would be on her, Veronica's, already not so clear conscience. She sobbed loudly and turned onto her back, pressing the pillow to her face.

Whatever she decided, she'd already lost anyway. If she said yes, that word would bind her to Chandler tighter than any chain; the damn disease would take away her freedom of choice, forever. And if she said no, she'd have to live with the constant guilt that pressed harder and harder on her chest every day, never letting her take a deep breath...

She shivered again. Throwing the pillow aside, Veronica struggled to get out of bed and went to the window. She needed a breath of fresh air... just one small breath of freedom before she made a final decision.

She didn't know where she was going, her feet just led her along the street, through the empty cars and houses with dark, hollow windows. The cold night wind helped to bring her thoughts into a faint sort of order, and so Veronica was not surprised to see a familiar house ahead of her. Where else could she have come at one in the morning?

Nothing had changed in two months, except that the wild roses planted along the fence were almost completely leafed out. His motorcycle was still parked against the ivy-covered walls; the dim light in the upstairs window was the same as ever.

He'd never changed the bulb...

Veronica walked numbly to the door and stopped on the threshold, suddenly frozen. Her hand hesitated over the doorbell.

They had carefully avoided each other since their breakup, hurrying past each other in the crowded corridors of the school. But here she was, on his doorstep in the middle of the night... for what? To dump a difficult decision on him? To hear that she had the right not to lay her life on the altar of salvation? Or to get a murder indulgence from him?

Oh, J.D. could easily give her that: he already had two dead bodies on his conscience...

On their consciences.

Ronnie lowered her hand and slowly backed away from the door. The decision was clear: she had to turn around and run from here, straight to Chandler's house. She just couldn't bear another death on her conscience....

Suddenly a light flashed in the window next to the door, it seemed to be the kitchen. His hunched black silhouette showed in the illuminated window. She couldn't see his face, but for some strange reason her heart thudded painfully in her chest. Biting her lip, Veronica stepped forward and knocked on the door.

She just needed... needed... she didn't know what exactly, but she needed something.

There was silence outside the door. Then, she heard shuffling steps. The thin strip of light through the crack flickered and disappeared.

"It's me," Veronica blurted out quickly, not giving herself time to hesitate. "Can we talk?"

The knob began to turn down hesitantly, but stopped halfway and returned to its place. There was a terrible pause. J.D. sighed heavily, and his fingers slip from the doorknob.

Her throat tightened with a rush of emotion.

"J.D., open the door... Please?" she repeated, no longer hoping for anything.

"Go away, Veronica," his husky voice finally came from the other side of the door, "we have nothing to talk about."

In the silence that followed, a switch clicked deafeningly; the lights went out. The sound of footsteps fading quickly. A few moments later, the upstairs window was dark and lifeless too.

For some reason, Veronica tentatively pulled the doorknob, but the door was, as expected, still closed.

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Her heart pounded in her chest. J.D. didn't want to see her anymore, and he'd made that very clear. So Veronica shouldn't have climbed the ivy-covered tree, shouldn't have crept up the old branch to his window, and definitely shouldn't have tried to open it, hoping he hadn't fixed the lock.

Fortunately, it was still broken.

Ronnie climbed onto the windowsill, took a breath, and looked around. The room was completely dark; the thin crescent of the moon behind her only made the shadows in the corners thicker. Carefully, trying not to make a sound, she jumped to the floor.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" came his voice, crackling with restrained anger, from the back of the room. Veronica winced and turned around, finally able to see his silhouette hidden by the shadows. J.D. stood with his back to her, his hands clenched on the table; his shoulders slumped, seemingly even more than usual. "Do I have to tell you again? Get the hell out of my house!"

"I'm sorry," she wrapped her arms around her shoulders and took an uncertain step toward him, "but I really need to talk to you. Please!"

"I don't want to talk to you about anything, Ro...Veronica," he stammered, and his voice suddenly shook, " especially not about that bitch."

"You already know? How?"

"Saw it. Heard. Who gives a fuck?" he replied rudely, finally turning to her. His eyes glowed feverishly in the darkness. "Just go away, Veronica! Don't make me throw you out by force."

She shivered uncomfortably and backed away. J.D. had been scary and mean before, sometimes - but never to her.

"What's wrong with you? You're not acting like yourself," her voice trembled badly.

"Whoa... Should I be? You dumped me like a trash! But I've accepted it," he stepped forward sharply, his pale, sweaty face finally peeking out of the darkness. Veronica gave a startled gasp. "And I was hoping we'd done with it. Now you come to me for... what? Advice on your love life? Here's my advice: tell her to fuck off and watch the bitch die. Happy now? Now get the fuck out of my life!"

She sobbed uncontrollably and quickly put her hands over her mouth. He was right: she shouldn't have come. It had been an absolutely stupid idea.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled weakly through her fingers, stumbling backwards. J.D. turned away, bowed his head, and hastily hid his hands in the pockets. "I'll go...and...and..."

Her voice trailed off, and Ronnie shut herself up to keep from crying in front of him. She took another unsteady step backwards and her foot suddenly slipped. Unable to keep her balance, she fell awkwardly to the floor. Her hand hit something wet and sticky.

"Oh, it's just an accident... What are you doing?!"

In one quick movement, J.D. was at her side. His fingers grabbed her wrist. He pulled her to her feet and dragged her toward the door. Veronica gasped in pain and tried to break free.

"I said get the fuck away!" he growled angrily, his face suddenly contorted in agony. He pushed her out of the room, and before he could slam the door, he bent over in a painful convulsion, his hands clasped over his mouth. Something thick poured onto the floor. J.D. fell to his knees, gasping and clawing at his throat with his short fingernails.

Veronica, swallowing the lump in her throat, raised her shaking hand to her eyes. Her palm was covered with blood and white oleander blossoms.

"Are you happy now? I told you to leave," J.D. spat hoarsely, rising heavily from his knees, "so you wouldn't have to see all this... mess."

"What the fuck, J.D.?" she turned her horrified gaze to him. Her heart pounded deafeningly in her ears. "What the fuck! You're dying!"

"So what?" he shrugged indifferently and wiped his mouth with his hand.

"Why are you dying?" she eagerly stepped forward and cupped his face with her blood-stained hands. "Who did it? Can I do anything?"

"Why do you care?" J.D. sighed wearily and shook his head, trying to pull away. "We're not together anymore, you don't have to care about me!"

"Tell me who... Please!" her voice trailed off and she fell silent, lowering her head sharply. His gaze grew warmer.

"If I say, what will you do to her, darling?" he asked with an sad smile, gently hooking her chin and tilting her head up.

"I don't know," her lips quivered, "I'll drag her here and make her change her mind! I don't want you to die..."

"Well, I don't really want to die either, you know," he shrugged with an awkward chuckle, "it's just that I'm probably going to die anyway. So why complicate things?"

"What do you mean?"

"If I don't tell, I'll die," J.D. paused, licking his dry lips and continuing reluctantly. "But if I tell you then you'll think it's some kind of trick again and you'll hate me for it. So I'll die, too."

"Why me..." she frowned, confused, and then everything finally clicked into place in her head. Veronica jerked back quickly and stared at him wildly. "Oh mu god... You too! Are you fucking kidding me?"

"I wish I was, but..." he waved his hands guiltily. A hysterical laugh escaped her lips.

"So now I have to decide which one of you has to die?" her shoulders trembled again, this time from barely contained laughter. "So, I can either kill you both, or I can choose who dies... Wait, hold on! One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy... Pffff, fuck it!"

Shaking her head, she walked past him into the room on unbending legs. When she reached the bed, she collapsed exhausted. She buried her face in the pillow and laughed silently.

"Well... you choose which of us lives," he stepped closer and sank to the floor beside the bed. "I suspect your choice will not be the asshole who killed two of your classmates."

"Oh, well, I have such a great choice, J.D.! My murderous ex-boyfriend and the fucking bully who made my and my friend's life a living hell!" she giggled wickedly, then turned to him and stopped laughing. Her eyes glared at him, narrowed in anger. "I hate you both."

"I told you this would happen. But, you know, it'll make me feel a little better knowing that bitch is going to die too," J.D. caught her gaze and grinned crookedly.

"Why didn't you tell me this before?" Ronnie asked, ignoring his words; a deadly fatigue suddenly overcame her.

"A couple of weeks after we broke up," he raised his eyes to the ceiling, looking at the web of deep cracks with no interest, "remember when I tried to talk to you? You flinched away from me with that look on your face...and I just chickened out, my love." He laughed nervously, shaking his head. "It's one thing to die keeping at least a little hope that... you know. It's different to die knowing for sure that you hate me. That no one in this goddamn life has ever loved me enough to choose me."

J.D. fell silent, pressing his lips into a thin, nervous line. The room fell into an uncomfortable silence; the clock downstairs could be heard ticking loudly, measuring the rest of the night in seconds.

"Only one will die tonight," Veronica finally muttered weakly. He stirred and looked at her questioningly. "And it won't be you."

"What? Why? But I thought..." J.D. stopped talking and stared at her, lost.

"Because love is a horrible, pointless, and completely irrational bitch," she shuddered, hastily covering her face with her hands; her voice was even muffled. "So you will live and Heather Chandler will die. That's my decision."

J.D.'s face lit up with incredulous joy, "...you chose me?"

Veronica nodded curtly, not daring to speak again.

"Thank you," he laughed hoarsely, rising to his knees and clumsily pressing his lips into her closed palms. She sobbed and wrapped her arms around his head, pulling him against her with sudden strength.

"Thank you," he breathed out again and kissed her neck and shoulders that were shaking with tears. "I love you! I love you so much..."

"The worst part is," her voice broke. She took a deep breath and continued, trying not to burst into a cry, "The worst part is that I love you too."

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translucent-at-best · 9 days

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Scatter-brained...

I can't find the post about the greatest movie deaths to reblog it, but I just want y'all to know that topping my list is Queenie the dog's death in Crooklyn. Also included is Sonny from The Godfather and Samuel L. Jackson's character in Deep Blue Sea.

Life been life-ing like a motherfucker lately. And while some of it is just happening to me through no fault of my own, there is some of it that's also just me dealing with the consequences of my actions. I'm trying to focus on the things I can control, but it's easier said than done.

Death been death-ing like crazy too. From family to friends to friends who are family... This shit don't make no sense.

I'm 33 now. I haven't had a birthday party since I was 9, but I'm planning a birthday brunch for myself next weekend and I'm excited for it. And grateful that I have people to invite and who I know will show up for me. I'm really out here with chosen family. I came out here knowing no one. I might sound like a broken record at this point, but I'll never stop thanking God for that.

Had to kick my roommate's boyfriend out of the apartment a few weeks ago. I'm still shaken up over it. She told me he's not welcome back until I say he is and I told her I don't know if I'll ever be comfortable with that again (read: I absolutely won't be). She says she understands and that that's a consequence he'll just have to live with... but I'm very aware that although she's saying that now, she may not be so understanding on a May 15th or a July 20th or... you get it. I hope I'm wrong, but if she's shown me anything thus far, it's that I can't always believe what she says.

This same boyfriend showed up unannounced at my place last Sunday night to "apologize." We talked through the call box and that was only long enough for me to say (and repeat several times) that I'm not in a place to accept an apology right now. He kept trying to convince me to talk, asking for "a minute of your time" and saying that he's really a good guy.

First off, anyone who calls themselves a "good" person, I'm wary of. I feel like that's the type of thing other people should tell me about you or that I should clearly be able to see for myself through your actions. Secondly, your solution to getting kicked out of some place is to show up to that place unannounced and try to force the person who wanted you out to accept your apology on your time and terms? Fuck all the way out of here. Thirdly, the lack of self awareness it takes to say you understand why what you did (not listening to us when we told you to leave) was wrong, but then to refuse to listen and leave AGAIN as you try to apologize is mind-boggling. Every time I think about it, I end up even more pissed.

I've been closing all my fitness circles nearly every day this month and I'm really proud of me for that. I even went and worked out on my birthday. Who is she?

The economy is a mess, the current job market is big trash, and the non-profit org I work for has fallen on hard times and informed us that there will be layoffs at the end of this school year. I'm applying and have been applying, but finding the energy to keep doing so is draining in a way I don't think I've experienced before.

And, on top of all that, my sleep schedule has been terrible. I thought it was just a side effect of my period this month, but that thing been gone for a minute and I'm still struggling.

April 13th (the day I promised myself I'd get back on a dating app) came and went. I downloaded an app. I created a profile. I consulted friends about which pictures to post and choose... but them fucking prompts? I know I'm supposed to show off my personality, sell myself, etc. I just ain't got the energy right now...

#scatter-brained #scatter

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urcharactersclasspect · 1 year

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do you have any musings on the light aspect? you mentioned at one point that people tend to misidentify its presence in their lives, and i feel like it would be an interesting subject to hear you talk about

- maybe an heir of light

This is VERY true. People might be light players, but often times they completely misread how Light works into what they might be.This is, of course, when we are discussing people who ACTUALLY care at all about thinking too deep into Andrew Hussies nonesense enough to wanna classpect themselves seriously for the fun of it like me or others.

I clarify that partially because there are obviously a lot of people who dont try to think too deep into classpects, just get the Light result on a test, and super commonly blanket themselves as Witches of Light or sometimes Sylphs, and it stops at them just liking Aranea or Jade in the comics and slapping their possible aspect on their titles. Theres nothing wrong with that, and people should have fun with classpects and titles and the concepts Homestuck brings to the table however they want to. really, what I have to say shouldnt inherently matter at all if this kind of thing doesnt suit your tastes.

However it should be acknowledged, still, that often times this is the case. this is also a reason my absolute least favourite classpect is Witch of Light in particular - Its very much the MOST popular classpect you will see around for Light players as a whole, whether it be for an oc/character classpecting or a person blanketing themselves as a Witch of Light as some sort of generic Default Light Aspect Haver classpect. You see it, a LOT, and this is acknowledging the fact I also have an OC with the classpect too. Its still an interesting classpect to mess with. So most people could definitely see the appeal of a Witch class, mixed with something like the Aspect of Light.

But its mostly how people see “manipulator of Light” Witch class, and think “i have light aspect, therefore i am manipulator of light aspect” without considering HOW they tend to manipulate the Light around them and what they are really “bent” towards structurally with the aspect in mind.

The biggest issue I think when getting deeper into it, is that, obviously - Most people think their outward interests are actually inherently tied to their classpect. Which I hate to sound like a broken record about this, but its just not true. Not every light player is going like the topic of Psychology and Cosmic Horror like Rose or even enjoy things like History & Theory Speculations like me, Classpects are based on the Archal Type system of how a persons “Story” goes and what “role” they play inside their own personal narratives and which directions they are most likely to pick for themselves and how they interact with a certain aspect that might cling to them as people. in a vague sense, Its how you walk and your reasoning for why you have walked a certain direction, not what food you like and how you enjoy the taste.

Classes are a skeleton structure of a persons character development into an Adult or where theyve gone in their story. This is a very complex way of thinking of it, because humans are complex. Boiling them down into only their interests or just “if you are nice and peppy enough, you are a heart player!” would be not only boring to mull over but it’s just generalizing human beings. Even Andrew Hussies characters have a lot more facets to them the more we learn about them outside a few cliff notes and a handful of their interests in the beginnings - thats for a reason. Its also why, while classpectors can give their 2 cents on a few things, and we can squint and try to squeeze things out of a few different traits, we will never be able to really figure out what your classpect is for you. As Homestuck itself, is, in the end, about kids growing up into adults through different choices and paths theyve taken, the different ways of living theyve had and then they start to see the results of that come alive around them, and even how they effect other people.

An aspect on the other hand, is an aspect in your life thats stronger than the rest of them. Which can be pin pointed a bit easier, sometimes. Which one becomes easier or harder kinda depends on the person in question. Theres lots of variables to this, in the end you will always have only one aspect that trully matches up to you; on the other hand, we have theories of how people can Invert into the oppositional aspect or class, they can mimic and try to “roleplay” another persons class (Vriska does this, Rose does this, Tavros tries and failes to do this) and we also have the fact someone else can rub off on us, causing further confusion as sometimes somebody elses aspect sync can be so strong it masks our own real selves’, overshadowing us. The key thing is, even with real people, there WILL be commonality between someone who shares a full Classpect and the reality is - there are a few general genres of interests that certain people drift towards; With LIght players its blantantly Knowledging seeking and obsession with things of the grandiose; Things like dark Gods or a life as a member of a pirate crew. There will be. and there often times, almost terrifyingly so, are a lot you will probably have in common with someone with your inversion classpect and the same classpect as you as well. There is bound to be common ground. Whether it be experiences, choices youve both made, and sometimes, yes, This means you might share the same interests, but it also means you might have some common ground in how you act more as a whole, how you get A to point B inside your head through subconscious means, and certain choices in your life too that arent all that dissimilar even if there’s still some fracturing as you are still, of course, two separate individuals. Because thats the Character Arch typing root; how commonly some people tend to behave or form into the arch types in question. Similarity and commonality in a story that can be compared and be close to something else that exists but still be something unique in its own contexts. its how you get terms like “herculean story” and the like. Theres commonality in many things between certain kinds of people and how they go about things.

Im being a little vague in some ways - And thats because I dont really specialize in Classpecting real people. Its not particularly the point of the blog. But I obviously deep dive into all this hooplah enough to get opinions on if I think someones godtier appears accurate enough or not (this mostly with those that ask me in private, or people who im actually friends with who i could even give a genuine opinion on)

But the main issue is people boiling themselves down to just small amount of traits they have, or counting exclusively their own interests into certain things, and then deciding thats all there is.

The aspect of light can be kinda tricky, so I dont exactly blame anyone who has difficulty deciphering what the fuck they could be even if they know they are a Light player, and they for sure seem the part at that. I personally went from Maid of Blood > Sylph of Breath > Knight of Space > Maid of Mind > Thief of Heart > Mage of Mind > (almost) Knight of Life > Mage of Light. Trust me, the classpect identity crisis is real. and part of my own was frankly me just hating the light aspect cause Vriska was my least favourite character at the time, even tho Light aspect has always unsettlingly fit me too well no matter which description of the aspect I read. I kinda just tried my damnest to get out of it.Same with mage, I for some reason had this weird distaste for the mage class for no reason at all for the longest time, likely because I knew it was actually painfully fitting given what I had read and I didnt like the call out.

The light aspect is exactly what it says on Andrew Hussies Extended Zodiac Quiz. I hate to say it (not really) but the description of a Light player is me to a T as a person, generally speaking and once this quiz came out I was just straight up called out on it (i was sent the whole description and told its me by several people lol, take with that what you will). While interests themselves can be whatever - one thing every single light player shares is the desire to Discover. They WILL love knowledge for knowledges sake, they will be fussy on the details of things that interest them. Thats stuff thats a given. Our propensity for knowledge is true. So are the facts that most light players probably will be the types of people to chose the least popular “moral” or socially acceptable thing, to possibly get the route they want for the results they might want, making us look self centered or eccentric to most around us.

They might not always be popular, but the things they do tend to get or be to get the results they want when they are pushing for it, as they tend to be correct in their hindsight of what might produce these results. These results are usually knowledge based, or to “get the best outcome possible” in whatever situation they are in. But in a more specific manner I always have some trouble coming up with words to really describe it with.

Its Fortune, Knowledge, Discovery - self awareness, situational awareness of things, Hindsight that others around you might not have, or noticing the little things people miss to point A to point B. Its how bad luck and good luck play into your life.Its literal light, its enlightenment, becoming knowledgeable, etc.

what relationship do you have with Luck? Good? Bad? Do you believe in Myths and such? Like if you walk passed a black cat, do you believe somethings really going to happen to you? do you look at the cat with indifference? Do you air on both sides and take it with caution but say you dont really believe in it, but would “rather be on the safe side” or secretly worry about it inside your own head, but walk passed it anyways? Do you do this about Fae circles/Mushroom rings? Would you take the Fae memes to heart and/or be the type to say “i wouldnt fuck with that real or not”? Would break mirrors on purpose to fuck around and find out? Have you ever broken a mirror, and actually did get a streak of horrible luck thinking nothing of it at first, but now your paranoid of everything superstitious? Theres a lot more questions outside the topic of superstitious beliefs I could ask, but, how you answer things like this, as just an example, can put a more simplistic aim towards what category of class you might have as a light player.

How do these things - The aspects general focus of knowledge seeking, Fortune and misfortune, Awareness, even literal Light or the sun, having attention or spotlight on you in some fashion - play a part into your life? How does it effect the things youve done? your choices? your interests? your thoughts? Your beliefs on folktales or the like? How has Light, impacted you? How much of these focused on things seem to appear or be an occuring theme in your life and how youve grown up? Do you feel a solid connection to the obtuse and figuring things out? thinking abstractly? Or would you rather keep things obtuse and a mystery? Have you ever been on a metaphorical or literal stage for others to watch and criticize you? What part of your life thats influenced how you are now, was surrounded by these themes? when it comes to the types of attention youve been given, would say thats large part of why youd make a choice? Attention, the spotlight? - a result of treasure or a reward you wanted? Have you always breezed through things, being weirdly lucky, but never really noticed till something has jarred you out of it? Do these effects seem to weirdly always rub off on others?

For me, as a Mage, while not special for others when generalizing like this, has always been a mixed bag. Im very conflicted about the spotlight no matter how little of it that i receive, Ive been metaphorically burned before and I easily lose my spoons to be in front of others, and completely isolated myself as a result in the past. Its why this blog is pretty crazy to even have as a Mage of Light, no matter how inactive it gets sometimes cause im focusing on other things. The spotlight is not my natural forte by any means, you could say, but at the same time I crave the attention on the good things Ive done, or something Ive created to have the spotlight. I want success in my endevours and I keep trying. I have a lot of goals to accomplish. LIke comics, to help produce art for a game, to have my concept sketches used for something big some day. Maybe do something with all these ocs I have. But Im also deeply anxious about too much attention at the same time and its stopped me more times than I can count from ever putting the really big things just out there no matter how bad or good the ideas are, Im also talking both good and bad attention, as they are both very overwhelming to me personally, and you can see how that can be a massive problem that conflicts quite a lot with goals like those.

You need to allow the spotlight to be placed on you for better or for worse if you actually wanna do something big. “You need to try in order to succeed”. You have to just push stuff out sometimes to ever get anywhere, otherwise they are all just drawings and ideas in your head and dont exist.

Theres more reasons than that, obviously, that Mage of Light fits me personally. Theres small things too, things that if you were to look up Mage of Light you could easily see on the descriptions people tend to give - My eyes sensitivity to sunlight, my displeasure at getting my photos taken by others ive had since I was kid, the fact Im paranoid about sunburns even if I rarely get them ever, even my sensory issues adding hyper awareness to things im experiecing or touching, noticing things others might miss often or a lot actually, and my absolute sometimes unhealthy hyperfixations / hyper focus/attention on certain things because of my autism could be a pinpointer for me. Along with the negative unwanted attention you get, whenever your behavior or attitude is outside the “norm”. Theres bunches more, some being even more personal I wont be putting here. But how Ive classpected myself is through a fuckton of self reflection on where these themes of the aspect seem to bend around me and my life.And while this all seems very extra, to me, its just done for fun because i AM extra and like thinking hard about these sorts of things, as is my nature to just do so.

As a mage, this means a lot of mixed signals and a lot more negative attention thats screwed me over that ive had to learn from, or a lot of situations where Id have to reconsider how I went about handling the attention Ive received in a way thats more managable for me for the future. I am, however, a pretty “stereotypical” example of what people think Light players are. By far the funniest comment is still being tiold my classoect is “Rose Lalonde, but more depressed”. Admittedly Im pretty default mode, so im not exactly the best choice of example for how each light player can still be “unique” past some commonality or outside the cookie cutter molds most people use for them. But its the best one Ive got for the sake of this topic as I only know myself and what brought me to my own conclusions.

Witches tend to invert, they think they know best about things, and they will pretend to be the opposite of the classpect in order to get what they want or before they are given full access to their Aspect. Jade Harley inverts into a Seer of Time BIG TIME, and its barely discussed in classpecting in my opinion. Witch of Light for instance, for a good portion of their lives could act like a Seer of Void, believing in anti supertitious things or having the mentality of someone who disapproves of thinking of beyond what they see as a blank slate of reality, keeping things at a stand still or “inside the void”. Maybe they have, heaven forbid, a history of certain things like Roxy or Equius do, maybe being ignorant at one point and extremely stubborn with some less than savory beliefs,“I know this thing, so no other variables are real unless I agree”, maybe being elitist or substances played some part in their lives where they intentionally blinded themselves from the truth or decided to stay ignorant until something pushed them out of it.

Heirs are the types to breeze through their aspects and let it lead them on, sometimes without noticing until later. Maybe their the types to have a really really strange amount of luck in really weird ways, and they really never noticed it till some friends pointed it out. Something like “they got struck by lightning....but they survived and won the lottery” cause the reason they were struck by lightening is cause they were somewhere they shouldn't have been during a storm that they dismissed as nothing and had picked up a random ticket on the floor. (could take this metaphorical for various situations, or literal! heirs are weird) Heirs are the opposite of a mage. So there's even less I could say about this one. It gets a bit weird when you're talking about your own inversion with the context of your actual aspect.

Theres a million different ways beyond these.

And so much you can look at for commonality, but obviously I wouldnt realistically be able to go off on EVERY SINGLE thing Ive noticed about certain types of people with these classpects or titles- Thatd be sheer insanity, and Ive already made an essay instead of just giving some musings.But you can see how someone might misinterpret even their own way these sorts of things can be bent for which.

#incoherent rambles #light aspect #classpecting #Classpect Analysis #long ass post #i am warning you all #i am so sorry oh my god

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peensstuff · 11 months

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eurovision 2023 was a MESS

ok, since everyone is raving about kaarija shouldve won (and rightfully so), im gonna try and get a bit of appreciation for some of the acts this year who DID NOT deserve how little points they got

First of all: WILD YOUTH!

ok so i really dont understand how wild youth didnt pass through the grand final and end up with a top 10 finish? because they did SO WELL ON STAGE!! their golden shower on stage looked PHENOMENAL (hint hint) and their pre-recorded backing vocals were FLAWLESSSS, especially when backstage autotune conor sang for on-stage conor when his hands got too tired to hold the mic up to his mouth!

i loved how conor was serving ‘child lost in the mall and cant find mummy’ realness with his captivating gaze and IMMENSE stage presence.. and while most acts this year stuck to serving metaphorical cunt, wild youth pulled themselves together to serve literal cunt too?!?!?! like tell me how that isnt deserving of a top 10 finish

lets take the time to mourn wild youth’s tragic deaths and move on to the next robbed act: CYPRUS

someone please tell me how he got 126 points in the final??? like i didnt even realise until the results were finished that he got to where he was on the scoreboard?? and then i was hit with such deep and profound waves of sadness because HOW. HOW DID CYPRUS GET THERE?

you know what, im going to be appreciative instead of bitter because you cant break a broken heart (rip ireland), and im going to say that im so glad that this beautiful song appealed to so many voters all across europe and the rest of the world because, frankly, i was terrified for andy’s chances in the final, and i didnt grasp how many people could appreciate the niche of love-island-shirtless-man-kisses-bikini-lady-as-they-make-up-from-a-5-second-fight-with-BOOM-wiwibloggs-eque-sound-effects (as opposed to the more popular genres like latvia’s)

im so happy for you, andrew lambrou, and even though i know that you and your grippers were robbed, i just want to say i that i wish you (and your grippers) a lifetime of success, and i hope that you (and, you guessed it, your grippers) receive many more 12 points from the greek jury in the future.

moving on to another robbed act.. POLAND

first of all, let me just mention how much hate blanka got, especially during the preparty season? come on guys, eurofans arent meant to be like this - we can’t just go and send so much unfounded hate on someone because what did blanca even do wrong?

im gonna try and be more positive for this one too... blancka went out there and did ONE OF THE BEST dance breaks ever in EUROVISION HISTORY - like, shes rivaling the likes of chanel and eleni

ok for those of you that dont understand, let me analyse a bit...

Blanka dances with a certain stiffness, and her movements may even be described as slightly robotic, which may, at first glance, seem like a bad thing to the untrained eye. But, the lack of fluidity is far from a lack of skill, its an act of storytelling. Blanca is nervous, she’s afraid to express herself to the fullest. She’s scared of going solo. Even though the lyrics of the song are filled with positivity and a sense of freedom, Blanka expertly reveals that she is terrified of being independent again, and I think that showing such vulnerability through her inflexible and reserved dancing to Eurovision’s immeasurably large audience is so, so beautiful.

AHEM. cough.

and after all of that, she still got paid DUST by the juries (like 12 points? really?). this here is the sole reason why the jury should be abolished, or at least reformed in eurovision. the juries are meant to vote for the objective best song and the best overall package but hello? where are blanka’s votes?

disgusting.

ok, next up is.. unfortunately, QUEEN NOA KIREL FROM ISRAEL

i can’t believe she only got third place

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The whole 4 book buildup is such a reach, I feel like some Elriel with a big following made the claim and they all went along with it, because, no one else agrees. Even friends of mine who are casual readers and don't care who ends up with who are genuinely confused when I tell them about the fandom drama.

Book 1: 0 points. Azriel wasn't even introduced

Book 2: 0 points. Elain and Lucien were mated in ACOMAF. At this time, SJM goes on record to explain why she mated them and we can expect to see tension and growth, TOGETHER. Clearly, Elriel isn't anywhere on her radar or mind, especially if she's openly talking about Elucien. My favorite game is sharing this interview with Elriels and watching them spiral.And, let's not even get into Mor and Azriel. If only SJM had made them endgame; we wouldn't be in this mess. But as far as Azriel is concerned, Elain who? He's all about Mor.

Book3: 0 points. The series ended here, as planned, Elain is by Lucien's side. There is enough clues indicating they will find a way to one another. There was so much buildup between them? From Elain needing sunshine, to taking a step towards him, to smiling at him after the war. Asking him if he is ok. Besides all that, she is still, as far as we know in love with Grayson. Her heart is broken. It made sense why SJM didn't push Lucien on Elain there and left it open ended to a future if the series ended. BUT, it didn't and this is the time she's interviewed and teased future books, this is also the time she includes Elucien in headcanon vacations and when she said Elriel had a sibling bond. The Twitter meltdown was epic to watch.

Book 4: 0 points, Azriel is looking at Mor with so much heat that is makes Feyre uncomfortable and in the same book, he looks at Elain with pity, sighs with relief that he didn't have to get her or Nesta a gift. Yeah, real romantic. I do think this js when Elain started developing her crush, or interest in Azriel, but as we don't have her POV, we can't for sure say why she likes Az, if it was purely physical, if it was to prove she could get over Grayson, if it was to prove to herself the bond with Lucien doesn't have a strong grasp on her. We don't know yet. That's what elriels don't get. Without Elains POV. It's all assumptions. But who's POV we do have? Oh that's right Azriel

Book 5: 0 points, because NOTHING ultimately happened, Azriels POV, per canon, showed us he never thought about a future with Elain, he refuses to answer a question about Mor. Azriel and Elain aren't a couple, the aren't in love, Azriel says she hardly knows him. There is no real foundation for anything when it comes to endgame couples from SJM. She never even let these two off the dock. Elries love to say nesta know his secrets, did they even watch SJMs interview? She said Nesta can relate to Azriel, because she knows what's it's like to hold in pain and not be ready, that's the secrets imo she comments about in Azriel. And if Feyre knows about Mor, it's safe to assume nesta does too as Mor is the one by the fire.like I don't think it's a secret Az is in love with Mor to anyone, yes, cassian noted a change, but he still isn't over her.

So my point is, when you look at the BIG picture of things and also take into account the context, Elriel really had nothing more than a few cute moments, all the theories I see from them constantly change, or use text taken out of context, like they see notorious for that shit. Like, oh let's pick a random word and make it a parallel and use a bunch of words to sound convincing, not to mention the lies they spread. 😂

Eluciens and Gwynriels don't argue and say they are in love, or make some far fetched off page theories, we aren't stupid. We are aware there is no romance between them right now, it's the pontential, given SJM patterns and her interviews, she's buildt a romance on a lot less. Besides, eluciens have what elriels wish they did, a mating bond. ☺️ and gwnriels have strong evidence of one, but we aren't naive enough to think Azriel is in a good place to jump into a ship, which is why a friends to lovers works for them.

That's what I think E/riels miss, the big picture. Yes, there are definitely times where you can point to the text and say, "this was a cute E/riel moment!" but when you pull back and look at everything surrounding that moment, it ruins it's authenticity and everything combined doesn't look good for an E/riel endgame.

And no, Gwynriel isn't in love yet but that's a good thing. Because Az isn't fully over Mor and no one wants him falling for Gwyn while he's still conflicted over Mor. But any moments Gwynriel share, even as friends, isn't ruined by the bigger picture in the way E/riels were. Gwynriel moments still stand up as being positive, healthy, and fun interactions versus E/riels which are surrounding by negativity, hiding who they are from one another, and a mismatch in interests and personality's.

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It's been one of those days.

I kinda had an episode last night, and I'm still recovering from it. Sometimes, I feel like I can't function by myself. Which is part of the reason I moved back in with Dad. Well, that and when he was gone, I was an absolute mess. I did not leave the shop for weeks after I met Nero for the first time. Anyway, I'm still... broken.

This time of year absolutely sucks for me. I know I mentioned that in another post, but I have to talk about these things in bits and pieces. It's not easy to explain what I went through as a child. The bullying was only a small part of my problems. My grandparents (Mom's parents) did not really love me. They tolerated me at best. My grandmother was worse than my grandfather. To this day, I still refer to them as 'the Mafia' because, at one point, they came to try and get me back.

Yeah... you can just imagine the field day my Dad had with them. Especially when he had Morrison go through all the trouble of forging my birth certificate and identification records to keep me out of their hands. The Mafia had the absolute nerve to come to Devil May Cry and slap a warrant for Dad's arrest on his desk. WITH police in tow.

Oh yeah. He was pissed.

This was about a year after the realized I was still alive. They told everyone that I had dragged off by an animal out in the forest, which is why they never recovered my 'body' and were so heartbroken about it. Then they had people watching my Dad the whole time.

Apparently, I was going to inherit their money or something like that. I don't care to know the full details. Not important anyway. But it's the abuse that I went through growing up in that mansion that I can't get over. I wasn't physically abused, I was emotionally abused and treated as Mom's pet.

I'll make it clear that Mom did not treat me like that at all. She was the only person who really loved me, but they tried to keep us separated as much as possible. The Mafia is exactly what they sound like.

I almost drowned under their watch and they didn't do shit about it.

I'm getting angry just thinking about it. The worst part is up until I turned 18, they still got their lawyer to send a letter to my Dad every year about how they could pursue him for legal charges. He pinned the letters up on the wall and used them to play a really fun game of darts. We don't get letters anymore, but I did hear that the Mafia has lost quite a bit of money in a bad investment.

Karma is a bitch.

Still, this is just one of the many problems I'm dealing with emotionally. The good thing is that I am in the right place with the right people. I have a family that really loves me. They aren't all blood relation, but they are my family.

Okay, I've made myself cry. I'm gonna stop here before I have another episode and this has gone on entirely to long.

Thanks for reading 😊

I'm gonna go make some hot chocolate and watch anime with Dad now.

#im depressed and dealing with emotional abuse from my childhood #sorry for the novel #devil may cry #dantes daughter #original character blog #devil may cry fanfiction #dmc #dmc5 #dante #evan redgrave #family #love #childhood trauma

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yourlocalnicknackkinnie · 2 years

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After a long day Pt 1.

The first part of the new story

The puppets have their meeting and talked about the new volunteers. While the girls talked about their day. What do they think of each other...?

When the everyone left the studio, the puppets all went to the sound stage and had a chat about what happened during the day like they usually do. Mortimer had made tea for the small meeting. Daisy was preparing snacks while Nick and Riley set up the main table. Mortimer specifically wanted to have this chat because he wanted to know what the others thought of the sisters.

"So how was your day you two?" Mortimer started the conversation. "it was great. My part went well. There were a few mess ups here and there but I managed to let that slide." Nick answered to the older puppet as he took a sip of his tea. Riley then starts to answer "The recording went well. Thankfully nothing was broken during the recording. if it did, I would've ranted about it here right now." Riley told the Mortimer as she gave Rosco a dog biscuit.

On the look of Mortimer's face, it is clear that he wasn't looking for that answer. He then questioned the puppets again. "So, How were the new volunteers? Were they a good with you two or not?" Mortimer questioned the two as Daisy came in. "Very sorry Mortimer, I was just finished making these treats for the chat. I gotta keep an eye on them since I wouldn't want those to burn ya know." Daisy apologized to Mortimer for being late and interrupting the talk. It's alright Daisy I forgive you. Now sit down" The old puppet forgave the southern belle and invited her to the talk.

Riley was about to answer but Nick went first. "Oh she was great! But awfully quiet. Not even a noise or a hum came out of her. either way she was a good volunteer. I manage to communicate with her and we got along very quick." Nick Said as he clapped his and together. Nick then heard a small growl from Riley and she had her arms crossed. At that very moment the artist had realized what he did. "Uh… sorry R-Riley.." the artist stuttered and the scientist uncrossed her arms "Don't do that again." Riley hissed at Nick before Riley tells Mortimer about it.

"My new volunteer was surprising good I must say. Although she could get a bit talkative at times which maybe gets annoying at some point, it's not that bad. Might I add that she also shares the same interests as me. I find that quite strange, normally I would find teens hating things like mathematics and other things like that. But her, she likes it." Riley returned.

"Oh, I've one talked to the one of the new helpers already." Daisy spoke up gleefully " But it's only for a few moments. I was talking to Amra, she seems like a nice girl. Yes, she was also very quiet like what Nick said. She didn't even say a word at all." The blonde puppet continued as Mortimer was about to take a sip of his tea Daisy questioned him on how he feels about the new volunteers.

"I've only talked to one, which is of course Amra. All I've got to say about her is that she seems… shy and nothing else really" Mortimer said as he took a sip of his tea. Riley decided to ask everyone if they had talked to Adri yet. Mortimer and Daisy shook their heads but also added that they had greeted them but didn't really start and conversation.

"There are new volunteers in the studio?" Scout unexpectedly came out of nowhere and asked the Handeemen puppets. "Scout! How did you even come in here?" Riley shouted surprised that Scout snuck in while daisy responded her the little puppet's question. "Yes sweetie, we have 2 new volunteers that came today." "Oh, cool" Scout reacted to Daisy's answer in a chill manner "Also I got in cause I was hiding in the soundstage before you guys even got in" Scout added just to answer Riley's question.

"Now go back to your room where all of your sibling are, Scout" Nick Nack ordered Scout. but before she left she asked them one question "Uhh.. Guys? Can me and my siblings meet them, Please?" she begged the Handeemen puppets with her hands together. The Puppets all thought about weather to say yes or no but then Daisy broke the silence "Hmm.. Well not exactly but maybe if Bailey were do take you out of your rooms them maybe you and your siblings can meet them." Scout then quietly exclaims "Yes!" to that answer and now she's got a plan. The blue-haired puppet then thanked Daisy and left the sound stage. while the others chat about other things.

After that, they have cleaned and set up the table and went back to their rooms. Nick Nack went to his room and sat on his vanity chair and stared at the mirror. "Why wasn't she talking? is it just me?" Nick wondered to himself he kept on staring and fiddling with a rose on his vanity. Nick Nack knew that Amra was shy and doesn't like talking to newer people but Nick thought that there was something else, a different reason to why she doesn't talk. "Was she scared of me? No, that's silly Nick. If she were scared of you she would've avoided you" Nick muttered at himself while placing his hand on his forehead as more thoughts about Amra came to his mind.

Meanwhile Riley was thinking about why was Adri was interested in science and other methodical subjects. those thoughts went away quickly as she laid on Rosco's side and think of some experiments for the next show. While Riley was having ideas of experiments that she could do she also thought of something else. She wondered how Adri and her sister get along very well even though their thoughts are completely different. She stood up and reminded herself to ask that question to her the next day by sticking a post-it note to the mirror of her vanity desk and got back to lay on Rosco.

Part 2:

#hello puppets #hello puppets fanfic #hello puppets au #hello puppets scout #nick nack #daisy danger #mortimer handee

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ava-does-dumbassery · 1 year

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There’s a part in the Atenism presentation I’m doing for school that I actually feel kind of bad about. It’s a part where I’m talk about King Tut, and I do that joke that despite being the one pharaoh everybody knows about today he was actually pretty unimportant in his time. And, if I had more than ten minutes to talk about this, I would probably talk about why Tutankhamun is so widely known now despite being unimportant in his time, and what that says about how the way we can view history can change.

King Tut was a child for most of his reign, and was also probably disabled and chronically ill. Most of his acts as king were either heavily influenced or just straight up controlled by his adult advisors. His biggest accomplishment was restoring Egypt to the way it was before his father made a big mess of it it (it wasn’t just religious reforms, Akhenaten also really screwed up Egypt’s economy and political relations). He died when he was 19 (which is like only three years older than I am). But then, after he died, one of the guys who was pharaoh after him erased almost all records of Akhenaten, and sometimes he even erased records of Tutankhamun too!

I feel a sort of kinship for him, I guess. He was a young pharaoh who didn’t really live long enough or have enough control over his own reign to have many achievements that weren’t in the shadow of his father’s bullshit and his advisors ruling through him. And after he died, most of the evidence of the one big thing that did happen during his reign (or even that he existed at all!) was erased. But because he was so unimportant and forgotten in his time, his tomb remained undisturbed, while the tombs of every pharaoh around him, especially the very important ones, were robbed almost immediately. The amount of riches he was buried with was relatively small, but he got to keep them with himself for almost 3,000 years… until it got broken open by archeologists.

And because all the almost all the other tombs were empty, what had been left in his tomb was now really impressive, and sparked an international interest in Ancient Egypt. King Tut, the erased boy king who lived in the shadow of his father, and his funerary mask that might have been intended for a completely different pharaoh, became iconic symbols of wealth and power. I think that says something really interesting about how the way we relate to history changes as time passes. And I also really wish we knew more about how he felt about things. How he felt about his father, about the priests of Amun, about the things that happened during his reign.

Unfortunately, I do not have time to say all of this in my ten minute power point about Akhenaten and his sun disk crimes, so I think it will just sound like I’m bullying a teenager who lived 3,000 years ago for not doing enough important stuff.

#Ava has thoughts #tutankhamun #amarna heresy #Ancient egypt #the Akhenaten keynote saga #Ancient egypt stuff

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which mun inspires you a lot?

Unprompted || Always Accepting!

Man. . .I don’t want to come out and say something that might make others feel HURT, but since I’m being asked, I’m going to be honest. In truth, there’s a LOT of people who inspire me, fuck I could pull out a follower list probably 100+ strong of people who motivate, or inspire me, for a lot of different reasons. So, let’s go down a SMALL list, those who are probably the STRONGEST inspirations for me.

@zorkaya || Renata. Lord, I could talk about this absolute sweetheart so much. FIRST, Ren has been a dear friend of mine for years now. Really, it’s shocking how long, on and off sure, but unchangingly and unflinchingly, how long we’ve been friends. She’s seen me at my best, seen me at my worst, she’s fought for me in the past, she’s been there to help me through that DramaTM bullshit last year. She’s never let rumors, or false call outs, or the other bullshit fuck with our friendship. She’s been a darling, and I cherish her to death. Atop of that? She has one of the BEST OC’s around: seriously, Zarina is amazing, and always going to be in my top 3 favorite OC’s of all time. I love her writing. I love her...well, everything really.

@exrhlab || Languid, this guy is amazing. He’s the one who dragged me down this rabbit hole of pain and torment that is Arknights, and is one of my most common people you’ll see on my blog. Because he’s a great friend, and we genuinely both like to cause PAIN and TORMENT to our muses, and write both twisted, but also fulfilling stories. We chat constantly, and he’s just a great person.

@eraba-reta-unmei || Everi, this motherfucking girl. Man, she’s a total twerp sometimes. But I wouldn’t be here to this day if not for her. She’s gotten me through some DIFFICULT moments in my life, and is one of my closest friends I can ever ask for. We’ve been around together at this point for so long, and there’s days where we want to rip eachother apart (if you don’t hit that point with a friend, are you truly FRIENDS lets be real), but we always bounce back cause that’s our relationship. We suffer hell in League, we used to rp all the fucking time (which yknow we need to do more again hell yeah), we’re close.

@ryusxnka || OH BOY, is it more Caleb Love Hours? Well if anyone has been around this blog long enough, you all know I love my brother. That’s all there is to it: I’d not be here today without him. I wouldn’t even be able to show my FACE on this site ever again if not for him, and god I love him to death. He’s amazing, okay? He’s OBSESSED with Toshiro Hitsugaya, of course, but he’s also just the best with him okay? His writing is spectacular, god, Caleb is literally HITSUGAYA INCARNATE. He’s super good hearted, he’s smart, he’s funny. He’s just a great brother, and I love him t o death, okay? I probably sound like a broken record, but it’s true.

@pcrdiseseekers || OH BOY, it’s JAZZY love hours! So let’s take a long trip down Memory Lane, cause fuck me, Jazz here is one of my OLDEST friends at this point. Hard to believe it too, cause I remember Jazz when she was but a weeeee Naoto Shirogane blog back in the day, far before her love for Multi-muses, and her love for Kyouko Kirigiri. God, back in the day, I used to be SO terrified of her. And we all know, and I can hear it now, ‘Wolf, buddy, you’re ALWAYS terrified of people!’ Well, I’ve gotten a lot better: someone literally had to GO TO JAZZ HERSELF and tell her, for us to first interact, it was that bad. (No, I didn’t even plan that, and goddddd, I was a fucking mess when they did.) And lo and behold, ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS FOREVER now, always someone I come back to, and cling to like she’s my own flesh and blood. Jazz, I love you to death. I truly do. And you are just absolutely spectacular. It’s hilarious how long we’ve known one another, and I don’t regret a single day: you’ve given me some of the BEST rps over the years as we FULLY TORE DOWN poor Kyouko into Kaneki’s queen, how Homura fell for Centipede, Kyouko studied Ichigo, Yang and Adam had their forbidden, ESTRANGED relationship. God, we’ve done so much over the years, and I look back on it all so many days nowadays and go ‘jeez, to relive it all again.’ Here’s to more years of good times, huh?

@shuanghe || Valkyrie. My big sister. My darling, sweet guardian practically. God...she’s my rock. My anchor. She’s so much to me, and another person I love with all my heart. Much like the people before me, she’s a great mix of Writing, and Personal feelings, who has been with me for many years now. And I truly am grateful to have her in my life.

@sung56sun || Kianye, so little we’ve known one another now, and yet it feels like we’ve known eachother for an eternity already. And it’s you, you specifically, who makes me feel it’s OKAY to gush about my darling muses. I won’t lie, even on my own blog, I feel I talk too much about my OWN characters, and it’s you who makes me think on that, and go ‘stop that, you’re being dumb’. Others have tried to tell me the same, but it’s the constant FERVENT LOVE and ATTENTION you throw us, that truly make it hit home. And for that, I’m forever grateful for how much you love Akame, and, incidentally, how well we get along. You’re dear to me, and you’re stuck with us~

@bonesugar || Asa, Asa Asa Asa, such a darling you are. Your writing, your descriptions of your replies, the way you make such a BEAUTIFUL girl like Sucrose so endearing, so amazing, I truly admire. Just like Kianye, I’ve known you for so little, and yet I have adored every moment we talk. And I look forward to more and more in the future of us chatting, rping, and gaming together.

@erobret || Ferrrrrrgie. Oh man, much like Jazzy, I’ve known Fergie for fucking years. It’s hilarious how long we’ve known one another, and just like Jazzy, she’s always been a fantastic friend. We lost touch for a while because I had to vanish for a bit, but then I found her again, and well. Reliving old memories, and rping again, is amazing. Chatting with Fergie is great, and just. Fergie is great, okay? I really can’t formulate the words without just reusing at this point more of what I’ve already said.

@jiingweii || Sophieeeeee. My dearest, my twisted friend. My soft and squishy marshmallow friend. My busy little friend. Even though we don’t talk as much anymore as life happens to the both of us, you are still DEAR to my heart, and I wish every day is wonderful to you. I love seeing you on my dash from all your blogs, and you are a joy to see, and hear, from always. I truly would not have kept Akame all this time if not for you: it was you who put the most faith in my girl, who gave me the confidence to keep her going. And I am forever grateful for that. Because now she is my most loved, and used, muse, without a doubt.

Okay, this is going to get SUPER long if I don’t stop somewhere, so down below? Is a bunch of other people I could rant on about, but I don’t want to be typing a twenty five page ESSAY even though I could and flood the dash worse.

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swallowsshit · 1 year

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Some pokemon thoughts

My friend @dumpsterfiresons sent me these videos in the hopes of eliciting some thoughts from me on them:

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I would suggest finishing the Scarlet/Violet before watching them. Similarly, to understand my thoughts on them please watch the videos first. Lets put my thoughts under a cut. I should warn that this is not entirely coherent.

Okay, Points of similarity brought up in the videos:

Crystalline structures

Light

Responsible for region's Gimmicks

Came from somewhere other (Ultra Space, legit actual space, something else maybe)

A few points of timelines lining up and possibly being connected to one another

Points not brought up:

2 of them have confirmed second forms, the third we know too little about but can suspect a second form based on evidence.

Things that also come from space:

Deoxys (Has multiple forms, brain appears to be a crystal structure according to Bulbapedia)

The Elgyem line (No multiple forms but possible gem like structures)

Minior (Multiple forms, mineral form)

The Cosmog line (Acknowledged in videos)

Solroc and Lunatone (Mineral)

I am fascinated, though, by the connecting line between all the space pokemon I could find (Leaving out the creation legends, though from what I can tell they all have their own private pockets of reality, and Dialga literally appears to have a diamond in it's chest. Pearls aren't created the same way crystals are, so Palkia is disqualified despite literally being the legendary of space, likewise Giratina's only points of similarity are coming from somewhere other and causing Alphas.)

I really hope I'm not barking up the wrong tree by finding this thread because it would legit be so cool if they pull in Deoxys to this whole mess. It's story sounds so similar, but on a smaller scale and much more recent, to what was described for Eternatus and Disk pokemon. It's literally a mythical that rode in on an asteroid. I would love some lore for Solroc and Lunatone, but that's more of a stretch as they don't have legendary/mythical status.

The connection to wishes brings us something else though:

"Jirachi: Wish Pokémon" "Jirachi hibernates for extensive periods, forming a protective crystalline shell as it sleeps." "Two yellow streamers flow from Jirachi's back, resembling comet tails" "The anime further reveals that Jirachi's awakening is linked to the Millennium Comet and that its third eye has the ability to absorb the energy Jirachi needs for hibernation." [- Bulbapedia: https://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Jirachi_(Pok%C3%A9mon) ]

For Lore reasons it makes sense that we don't see Jirachi much, which is sad. I am fascinated by the implications of a connection though. I want there to be a connection here holy hell. We don't know much of Jirachi's origins, we only know it's established pattern, and since that pattern takes so long to complete we can assume Jirachi has been around for longer then reliable records because how else would we know it's that consistent. Jirachi's head looks like a star. Jirachi looks baby. Jirachi, a creature that only wakes up for 7 days every thousand years looks baby. I wonder if the broken remains of Jirachi Crystal Shells have any effect on the local ecosystem. Perhaps an origin for at least some rock/ground types?

What would happen if you carried Jirachi in it's crystal shell into Area Zero? Putting that much wish power in one place is probably unwise.

I wonder which space pokemon most closely resembles the Millennium Comet and if you could artificially wake Jirachi up that way. Would that be wise? Would that hurt Jirachi? Would that evolve Jirachi as pokemon evolution comes from energy they have either stored or drawn from an outside source and waking Jirachi up early would lead to it having spare reserves? What happens then? Is Jirachi the first extra-terrestrial pokemon? Is it drawing the others closer?

Many questions, not many answers.

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