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sparklingichigo · 3 years

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Drama Intensifies

Part 11

Meanwhile, in the house of lamentation, the brothers are discussing what they should do with Reika and the shadow king's attack. Just as they're discussing Satan sees a red arrow with flame come flying the table.

Satan: Lucifer, behind you! [Pushes Lucifer away]

Lucifer: What-

Levi: OMG WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!!!

More arrows are coming towards them as everyone dodges it. Of course, Mammon and Lucifer being the eldest and strongest make a shield so they'd be protected.

Mammon: Everyone, hide! This shield won't hold any longer!!

He said as more arrows are coming into their house. The others of course hid except for Levi who decides to help them with the shield.

Lucifer: Leviathan! What are you doing?! Go and summon your sea army!

Levi: But-

Mammon: Go! We got this!

But the longer they hold the shield up the weaker it gets, the shield finally broke and the arrows keep on coming. Lucifer of course dodges them easily and flies out to the devildom's castle to contact Diavolo. The other brothers of course ran away as well in different directions. Levi to the ocean to summon Lotan and all his ocean friends, Asmo surprisingly disappeared because a certain wizard summoned him, the others did too.

Asmo: Whoa! How did I get- OUCH!

Luke: whoops-

Michael: My apologies^^ Luke is a bit anxious over visitors because of our situation.

Ichigo: What hap- OMG MAMMON ARE YOU OKAY?!

Mammon: Yeah I'm fine- [passes out]

Ichigo: Mammon?! Mammon!! [calling him because holy sht Mammon passed out]

Haruka: Where's Levi?

Satan: He went to the ocean to summon his sea friends. The pact doesn't work on water, especially when he's busy.

Haruka: Ah, I see... I hope he's okay...

Just as the two girls make sure they're all okay, here comes Beel coming for Belphie. His twin instinct told him that his twin brother is in trouble.

Beel: Belphie?!

Belphie: Beel! I'm here!

Beel runs to him and gives him a hug out of worry.

Beel: I was so worried. Are you okay?

Belphie: Yeah... Mammon got injured though... He's being healed by Ichigo...

Ichigo: [trying her best to heal Mammon] Come on, Mammon....wake up...

Mammon: [finally awakes] Oh my Lord! What happened?!

Ichigo: You passed out.... and I healed you...there seem to be deep wounds...

Mammon: Yeah... there are sacrifices needing to be made for my brothers.

Ichigo: There's no need for that. We'll fight them off together, we can do it.

Meanwhile, the exes are facing each other. Satan is impressed by Haruka's armor.

Satan: I see that you're ready for battle.

Haruka: I should be. I've been training a lot. I also brought some friends.

Noctis: HOLY SHT AM I DEAD?!

Haruka: No you're not-

Noctis: Then-

Warrior of Light: [sigh] Child, this is Princess Elevia's world. We're not dead.

Tina: It's really- omg you're so tall [sees Beel]

Beel: ....demon things^^ haha

Tina: A-a demon?! [hides behind Lightning]

Lightning: You'll be okay^^ I'm sure he's a good demon.

Beel: I'm a good demon unless provoked.

Lightning: Sounds fair.

Noctis: You have such cool armor, sir! [to Michael]

Michael: Oh, thank you^^ you don't look bad yourself.

Suddenly Michael's door was opened by his wife, Rosaria, one of the generals.

Rosaria: Michael! There's a situation in the knight's room!

Michael: What do you mean?

Rosaria: Just come with me! I can't explain it, it's so horrible!

Everyone else is curious so they follow her. Once they got there they see most of the angel knights dead.

Michael: What happened?! How are they dead?!

Rosaria: An intruder went to attack us without our notice. I'm short in members and I don't know if we can make it.

Michael: We'll be okay. I'm sure Father will show us the way.

Rosaria: I hope so too...

Ramiel: Sir! There's an intruder!

Michael: What?! [sees to where Ramiel is pointing and sees Shadow King's soldier]

Rosaria: That's the culprit! That's the one who killed my soldiers! [summons her holy sword]

Michael: Rosaria, let's not be impulsive!

Rosaria: He is literally right there!

Michael: No, I think this is a trap!

Satan: I can test that. [shoots a green fire towards the intruder]

Michael: An illusion indeed.

Suddenly Ichigo feels someone behind her, she looks back and sees the shadow king's soldier.

Ichigo: Oh no you don't! [throws his sword away] EVERYONE THEY'RE ON THE BACK!! [holding them back with reality-warping powers]

Belphie: Need some help? I can lull them to sleep

Ichigo: Everyone, close your ears!

Satan: Or I can just burn^^ [shoots more green fire towards them]

Ichigo: NOT AT ME YOU STUPID RAGING BALL OF CHAOS!! [dodges it]

Satan: It's right behind you, human.

Ichigo: Tsk.

Asmo: Darling, watch out! [pushes Ichigo out of the way because they're about to shoot something towards her]

Ichigo: Are they seriously attacking the celestial realm?!

Solomon: Know our location....probably. I'll create a big shield to hold them back as Belphie lul them to sleep. Just don't listen to his singing.

As Belphie lulls them to sleep, Solomon and the angels create a portal to hold them back while Haruka and the people from her world went down to Devildom to find an area for the fight.

Haruka: Demons! Ichigo! Let's get down there!

Ichigo: Right now?

Haruka: Yes! Now! We don't have time! Go! [opening a crystal portal]

With that everyone goes into that crystal portal. Luckily the celestial realm is saved thanks to Belphie lulling them to sleep and Michael summoning the holy water rain.

Down there Diavolo, Lucifer, Barbatos and the armies from Devildom are defending their land with Reika and Shadow King leading the army.

Reika: Lucifer....

Lucifer: Reika.

The two end up in a duel as Diavolo also fights the shadow king in a duel. The battle proceeds as suddenly they see a bright light coming out from the sky.

Michael: Hey twin brother! On your left!

Lucifer: Michael?!

Michael: That's right [throws a holy sword towards Reika causing her skin to burn a little]

Reika: YOU!

Lucifer: Pick someone your own size, rouge demon. [burns her in blue flame]

Reika: [laughs evily] bold of you to assume this would kill me :)) [summons her bone sword] Wanna fight properly

Lucifer: Sure, let's do this fair and square.

So Reika and Lucifer proceed with the battle. Of course, Lucifer summons his blue flaming sword to defend himself. Michael and the other angels are battling with the generals from the shadow king. As Lucifer is struggling with Reika's power suddenly Reika got moved so suddenly straight to the ground by a certain red light.

Reika: Who?!

Ichigo: Hi, it's been a while, b*tch!

Reika: Oh? It's you. [uses her sword to drag Ichigo's feet]

Ichigo: Wait- no- [haha got dragged]

Beel: Wait! Ichigo! No!

Ichigo: I'll be okay, Beel! Just continue what you're doing!! I'll summon someone else!

Ichigo: LUCIFER! [pact summoning]

Lucifer: On it! [succesfully breaks Reika's bone sword]

Ichigo: Oh my God, a goat...

Lucifer: Shut it.

Lucifer: Here let me help you up [helps Ichigo up] Just stay by my side and we'll be okay.

Reika: oh? A goat? Too bad we don't have grass here^^

Ichigo: Shut the f*ck up you disrespectful b*tch! [throws her away but Reika returns the powers]

Reika: That's not gonna work on, human.

Ichigo: Are you sure about that? [forcing it some more]

Reika: Totally^^ [uses her power to transform to her next form, throwing everyone else away due to such explosion]

Ichigo: oh sht- [haha flies away]

Lucifer: Ichigo! Hold on! [flying as fast as he could to catch her]

Ichigo: Mammon!!!

Mammon: [appearing and catching her] Sup!

Ichigo: Thank the Lord, you're here. You look cute as a bird

Mammon: I- o///o Uh... I'll just put you here...yeah [puts her somewhere safe] you'll be safe here at least.

Meanwhile, Haruka is fighting one of the soldiers until she sees Reika in front of her.

Ystola: Stay away from the princess you demon!

Reika: Tsk. such an annoying cat. Satan would love you. [throws her away]

Haruka: Ystola! No!

Reika: Hello, Haruka. it's been a while ^^

Haruka: Hello to you too. How's your upgrade? Feeling more powerful than ever? Trying to take over the world?

Reika: Well... it does make me more powerful, this weapon is cool though. It's a soul-sucking sickle.

Haruka: Oh? Isn't that Asawa's sickle?

Reika: Of course not! This one's mine!

Haruka: Oh that's cool. You finally have one on your own.

Simeon from a distance: What in the world....?

Haruka: No no no! Don't attack him! [covers Simeon from her]

Reika: Fine, I won't attack him. How about your ex? Maybe your bestfriend?

Haruka: ....best friend?

Reika: Yeah...Solomon....or maybe Ichigo....perhaps she's dead.

Haruka: What even did they do to you?!

Reika: Oh it's because as a new student she keeps on bothering me and Satan when clearly it's none of her business. Solomon.... he's just annoying.

Haruka: You are clearly abusing Satan, of course, she's angry! One of her friends is being tortured!

Reika: Oh? I thought you're tired of him. So I don't see a reason not to torture him.

Haruka: I do, I know he's a toxic demon but that's not how it works! I never in my whole life abused him emotionally or physically!

Reika: That's his karma.

Haruka: It isn't!

Meanwhile, Santhoto finds Ystola on the ground,

Santhoto: Oh my, are you okay?

Ystola: I'm okay... I'll just...summon something to protect the princess... [makes a globe shield to protect]

Santhoto: I'll just make a meteor to attack her if she does something.

Ystola: Good idea, ma'am!

Now back to these two. Haruka is still trying to convince Reika not to do this. Clearly, Reika is just as guilty as Satan was. Because abusing someone isn't karma. That's just her being vengeful.

Reika: A shield? [backing away]

Santhoto: It's time^^ [summons a meteor to attack Reika]

Reika: What the- [got hit by the meteor, producing a loud sound]

Haruka: ..... Reika? [looks towards the hole]

Suddenly Reika comes flying out of the hole without any injury. This time she's out to destroy Solomon. Of course, Solomon is still helping the angels and the others with the soldier suddenly he feels a sword across his neck.

Solomon:...

Barbatos: Not today, young lady^^ [covering Solomon away from her]

Reika: getaway! You're not Solomon!

Barbatos: Clearly, I'm not. But you're certainly not hurting him.

Reika: Then destroying anyone in my way it is.

Barbatos: I wanna see you try^^ Good luck! [brings Solomon away from her as fast as possible]

Reika: What?! H-How are you so fast! Hey, come back!

Barbatos: Try to guess~

Reika: Alright then, you want me to guess? [summons the sickle causing a big explosion and destroying Barbatos's clones]

Solomon: Barb?! Barb?! Barbatos?!

Barbatos: I'll be okay.... this time rely on Asmo... [clearly injured]

Solomon: But- [feels Reika's sickle by his shoulder]

Reika: Surrender now, Solomon the wise. That's probably the wisest decision you can make.

Solomon: Never. ASMODEUS!

Reika: What?! [got yeeted out by Asmo bcs haha chimera Asmo is heavy]

Asmo: Aw hello darling~

Reika: Asmo?

Asmo: Yes, and I still look fabulous as ever.

Reika: Omg Shut up! [pushes him away]

Asmo: [flying in the air bcs man that's a strong push] Wow... that's a strong one! Nice!

Reika: Thank you, I've been training a lot. Anyways, say goodbye to your boyfriend [grabbing Solomon by his hair]

Asmo: Wait what?!

Reika: Finally.... I get to eliminate such an annoying pest!

Solomon: ouch ouch ouch ouch my hair- careful with the hair-

Reika: Tsk. Fine to the neck it is!

Solomon: Wait! No! [can't breathe for sht]

Asmo: no no no no why are you doing this?!

Reika: Because he's annoying, clearly.

Asmo: that doesn't make any sense!

Meanwhile, in a distance, Haruka sees Solomon in trouble so she told Ystola and Santhoto to help him.

Haruka: Ystola, Santhoto, please help him. I'll face them myself.

Ystola: Are you sure princess?

Haruka: Very. Please save him, he's one of my best friends.

Santhotho: With pleasure^^ [summons ice shards from the sky to distract Reika]

Reika: yeah, not so fast. [creates a shield but still choking Solomon]

Solomon internally: Help?? Anyone?? Ichigo?? Bestie you there??

Ichigo internally: Tf I'm still with Mammon! Where the frick are you?!

Solomon internally: Well.... somewhere in the middle of nowhere...with Reika....with Asmo and Barb as well...

Ichigo internally:... I think there's still hope. You'll make it.

In real life, Noctis's sword went flying across and lands instantly towards Reika's back and luckily Saves Solomon.

Solomon: Oh hey kid!

Noctis: I'm not a kid-

Solomon: Huh, how old are you?

Noctis: ...20?

Solomon: Eh, still a kid. I'm 200 years old.

Noctis: I'm literally a prince!

Solomon: I'm a king. We're both royal-

Michael: Solomon! Focus!

Solomon: Y-yes sir!

#obeymefanfic #obey me solomon #obey me lucifer #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #mymc #roleplaybased #bilbilicalangels

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c-c-cherry · 4 years

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I saw this hc on insta from kerbabbles, and it's abt Zeppeli being Jonababy's father figure (bc George might've messed him up bad bc he was rly strict with jona) so I was wondering if you have any hcs for this hc. Do ya?

Hello!! I’d never seen this artist before when this popped up in my ask box so I checked them out and HHHHGGGNNNN OH MY GOD I’ve gotten a taste of glory that I’m probably never going to get again because part one is horrendously underwritten but Jesus it was an idea that I’d never even thought of but now I can never live without itjjfhgjkghf

I am now a firm believer now that the reason Jonathan punched toxic masculinity down like a sack of potatoes is because of William Anthonio Zeppeli. This man builty his confidence up so much compared to living with Dio for years AND SHOWED HIM THE LOVE HE DESERVES

So you know what I WILL do? Make some wholesome headcanons because I need to dump my thoughts on this matter somewhere. And because Jonathan Joestar needs a gentle parental figure, too :)

(Go check out Kerbabbles on Instagram! They’ve got that good wholesome shit and inspired this ask and this post!)

Alright without further ado:

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Zeppeli learns by the second training day that raising his voice is a big no-no

-He hasn’t known Jojo for long, but training for the first time is rough

-There’s a lot of methods to Hamon training, especially when you’re first training someone, and he learns pretty quickly that the calm and collected route is the way to go with our boy Jojo

-The moment he starts to raise his voice, even if its out of praise, he can see Jonathan completely stiffen and lose all focus that he initially had

-Jojo just keeps vigorously apologizing each time he’s done it and almost braces himself to get yelled at again

-He refuses to talk about why he reacts this way and Will ain’t gonna lie,,,that shit’s kinda concerning ;-;

-But he makes due with it and makes sure to be chill with praise and criticism alike :)

Jonathan’s perfectionism is surprisingly extremely high

-A bit of a flaw with Jonathan is that he’s not only very wary of things he isn’t perfect at, but he also gets impossibly frustrated when he can’t do them perfectly from the beginning >:(

-He’s like one of those sweet, soft people that could never raise their voice to people they love but get so angry with themselves that they just end up glaring really hard at the ground until they start crying out of pure frustration

-George Joestar fucked him up in that sense

-He was always raised to be perfect at everything he did, and when he wasn’t he would be forced to keep on going until he could or deprive him of things when he couldn’t

-Because of Dio humiliating him at every mistake he made as they were growing up, he’s just fucking terrified of failing in front of other people

-He’ll screw something up and get ready for a barrage of insults only for Will to be like “its okay, just try again”

-It gets to the point where he starts thinking that if he hasn’t disappointed Zeppeli yet, he’s bound to at some point and starts being the one who’s actually the hardest on himself

-When he messes something up, he’ll go without dinner because his logic is ‘if I don’t punish myself then he will and that’s even more shameful’

-It starts to get noticeable and in the end Will is practically shoving a soup bowl into his hand like “son you need to eat” and Jojo is so fucking confused because he didn’t do anything right so how could he possibly earn it?

-It ends up with the two of them arguing over it while Speedwagon and Poco are just sitting there like ;_;

“I don’t need this. I haven’t earned it.”

“You’ve been training all day! Of course, you’ve earned it!”

“I haven’t done a single thing right today! I shouldn’t—”

“You need to eat to keep your strength up.”

“But I don’t—”

“You don’t what?”

“I don’t—deserve it!”

“Who said you didn’t deserve it?”

-And the moment he says that, Jojo gets this look on his face and Zeppeli’s internally like shit fuck and Jonathan absolutely crumbles

-His mind goes back to all those nights growing up that he didn’t earn or deserve dinner that night because he couldn’t master whatever skill George wanted and Dio could do

-Because of course he needs to be punished for being bad and messing up, its the only way he can learn

-Because what other way was there?

“...”

“...you always deserve it.”

-There. Are. Tears.

-Jonathan slurps up his soup like a good boy and THERE ARE TEARS

-And he eats his dinner that night knowing he does deserve it (because Will and Speedwagon won’t stop reminding him <3 )

Speedwagon is asthmatic (and Zeppeli figures this out the hard way)

-He’s always wondered why Speedwagon is basically incapable of learning Hamon because the man seems to have a lot of skill in combat and even more in resilience

-Speedy doesn’t really seem to know either but he said he’s just awful at controlling stuff like his breathing so that must be why

-Will just thinks he’s over-exaggerating for the most part

-Until one really chilly night he wakes up to someone gasping for air

-He creeps over and realizes its Speedwagon and tries to get him to regulate but he just keeps gasping that he can’t

-He thinks its a panic attack of some sort and tries to reassure him that he can and it's alright but it doesn’t help and he comes to the realization that Speedwagon literally cannot breathe

-He props our boy Speedy up and and rubs his back to help him actually fuckin’ breathe and does some cool Hamon ripple shit and JONATHAN AND POCO SOMEHOW ARE JUST ABLE TO SLEEP THROUGH THIS

-After coughing a significant amount, he’s finally stabilized and Will’s like “bro what the fuck was that” because Speedy just seems absolutely cool with it

-”Oh, I told you I couldn’t breathe sometimes, didn’t I?”

-Hggnnn he didn’t think the man meant it literally

-He can’t really teach him Hamon, but he does the next best thing: use his Hamon to protect his homie :)

The king of keeping calm >:)

-Yes he is the calm dad friend. Yes he will use this to his advantage

-Sometimes Jojo gets too worked up about everything and focuses so hard on breathing that he forgets how to breathe entirely and our man is there to help

-Breathing exercises? Yeah. Meditating? Hell yeah. Sometimes just being the one to hug you and say that everything is going to be okay? MEGA HELL YEAH.

-Between:

Speedwagon: a known freak-outer

Jonathan: who’s been living in the Joestar mansion his entire life and doesn’t have a shred of street smarts

And a literal CHILD

he needs to be doing damage control all the damn time

The dad energy is impeccable

-He was a father, after all. He’s good at what he does

-BEST HUGS HANDS DOWN. Just looking at this man gives off good hug vibes :)

-Is the oldest and most experienced in the group and is always down to drop some sick wisdom

-The dad ‘stache

-Jonathan laments about the looming Dio confrontation a lot and doesn’t sleep as much as he should, but Will is always there to stay up with him

-George never had time to talk about things like feelings, but Jonathan notices that Zeppeli actually...wants to?

-Will claims it’s good for your lungs to get stuff off your chest, but Jonathan is really taken aback when the man starts asking him about how he’s feeling and why

-Before he knows it he’s spilling over and telling him EVERYTHING

-Good cry. Good hugs. Good, cathartic time

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As if I thought I couldn’t get anymore feral with my headcanons. This takes the fucking cake, I think. I’m so feral for phantom blood found family now you don’t even KNOW

Thanks for bearing with me. My ask box is open if you have some good ol’ headcanon questions (or if you just wanna come say hi hehe <3)

#jjba #jjba headcanons #ask-c-c-cherry #jonathan joestar #jojos's bizarre adventure #speedwagon #will zeppeli #phantom blood

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thebibliosphere · 6 years

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Hello fam. This is a post brought to you by a Patreon request—I know, it’s been a while since I’ve done one of these—from Sarah G, asking my thoughts and opinions on the Zero Waste movement that is sweeping across certain parts of the online strata, particularly on youtube and pinterest. (Links are in bold for ease of access and viewing, and are non affiliated.)

Sarah writes: Hi Joy, I know this isn’t exactly in the realm of vampires (can’t wait for Phangs!) but I feel this is something you might have some good advice on if you have the spoons to talk about it. I recently started looking into more eco-friendly ways to live after your posts about allergies and toxic synthetics made me realize I had several things in my home that were triggering my asthma and I came across the concept of zero waste, which sounded really cool at first, and then I looked into it some more and it just sort of seems fake and I was wondering what your thoughts were on it.

Zero Waste is indeed something I’m familiar with, and like you, I have mixed feelings on the community around it. The principles of Zero Waste i.e. reducing the amount of waste you produce an the types of waste you produce, are great. I think it’s a solid, good idea to try and promote more ethical produce and buying habits, both for the planet and from a personal financial stand point. The more you can reuse and recycle the better. But I also feel the … fandom (can you call it that???) can be quite off putting and at times extremely self righteous and judgemental in attitude. Amidst the crunchy hippies, the minimalists and those just straight up trying to live a little better, are those who have managed to make something meant for the betterment of the planet into something about themselves, and they're willing and ready to make sure we know just how evil we are for still having plastic straws with our drinks. Cause, y’know, it’s not big companies doing the most damage to the environment, no sirree it’s you and your plastic water bottle, you monster. (Don’t worry, we’ll get to why the war on plastic is being handled wrong.)

Yea, those people are very fake and very off putting, and I see a lot of them on youtube. And a lot of the time, they’re actually giving contradictory advice toward actually living a zero waste lifestyle.

When talking about this with other people, I have taken to calling this The Mason Jar Aesthetic.

A while ago, while I was talking about sustainable living with a friend (hi Michael!), and he mentioned that he and his wife were thinking of using mason jars as an alternative to buying expensive glassware, because if one breaks, you’ll always be able to replace them easily and you'll always have a matching set. Which blew my mind as genius because not only is that a super cost effective, but it’s also a really sustainable way of living, both from a zero waste ethic standpoint and financially too.

For example, where I am in the US, for $15 I can usually get 12 half pint mason jars, if not for less depending on where I shop. They come with lids and seal top discs, which are easy to replace if I ever use them for canning and can also be safely frozen, sanitized and reused again and again, meaning they are long lasting and multi-purpose. And, if you are using them as drinkware and this is important to you, they all match.

For me however, the real benefit of the humble mason jar, is that they can be fully recycled, though it is important to note that in some regions, the tops may need to go to a separate facility from the glass jar itself, so you’d need to check with your local recycling center on that. But regardless, the whole thing is recyclable, sturdy, multi-purpose, easily transportable (seal your drink and off you go!), cost effective, and some may even argue, aesthetically pleasing.

Pinterest certainly seems to think so:

[ID: a screenshot from the website Pinterest depicting many diy crafty projets for home and the kitchen involving mason jars]

Some of the larger pint ones, would also fit nicely into a mobility aid like a cup holder, for those of us who need easy to grip handles. (Also as an aside, if you need more stability and often lament that there is no such thing as a two handed mug—or even if you find most mug handles too small to get a good grip—those things are great, they just clip right on. Life changing.) Because if your argument for sustainability isn’t inclusive, it’s not good enough.

Which is where the war on plastic comes in. Looking at you “lets ban all drinking straws regardless of the fact that plastic straws are a vital necessity for some people with disabilities”, and no, pasta straws are not a safe alternative for everyone (allergies/celiac), metal is expensive and also inflexible, and neither are the bamboo, glass or silicone ones. Banning plastic straws at this moment in time, is not the solution.

Brighter minds than mine have tried to solve this, but as a general proposal, instead of an outright ban, until a sustainable and disabled friendly alternative is found, plastic straws in food establishments could be issued by request, without—and this is important—without shaming disabled people for needing to use something which you can easily opt to avoid if you desire to do so. Because once more kids and with feeling, if your argument for sustainability isn’t inclusive, it’s not good enough.

(I am fully prepared to get hate over this, the arguments over this shit on twitter were wild. And no, it is not the responsibility of disabled people to come up with a solution to this, while subsisting on restricted income, restricted access to resources, and often times restricted mobility to boot. If you feel this strongly about disabled people using plastic straws, be part of the solution that helps to find a valid alternative. You want this problem fixed, you do it inclusively.)

Now, where was I, oh yeah. Mason jars.

By contrast, a box of 4 glass tumblers of roughly the same volume, can be anywhere from $10-$20 or even more depending on where you look. And while they might look nice, they are single purpose, expensive, and also—and this is important, cause not a lot of people know this—cannot be recycled.

But Joy, you say, waiting to throw the shards of the broken glass you just swept up off the floor into the recycling, how much damage can it really do? Glass is just glass? Right?

Well, here’s the thing about this type of glass. In order to make it thin and aesthetically appealing, it has to be treated with special chemicals (like molten potassium nitrate) to toughen it up and make it shock resistant to temperatures. The problem with this however, is that treated glass, doesn’t melt at the same temperature as untreated glass, which can cause several problems at recycling facilities, ranging from damaged equipment at the plant (not good!) to creating flawed, glass which is too fragile for use, and will ultimately, you guessed it, end up on the landfill. [Source] The same is true of mirrors and glass from doors and windowpanes. [Source]

So if you do drop your glass and it breaks, please don't put it in the recycling, wrap it up in brown paper and throw it in the trash. Similarly, if you are sick of the sight of your old glassware, don't pitch it. Instead consider giving it to goodwill or your local equivalent. Someone will use it.

And don't feel bad if you didn't know. I never knew this either till a while ago, but it made me really think twice about how non-eco-friendly and sustainable my home life is. And I’m not saying this to guilt anymore or make you feel bad that you don’t do more, heck knows I never used to give a crap about any of this stuff until I started getting sick and developed multiple chemical sensitivities (Hi if you’re new here, I’m allergic to the modern world due to some frankly dystopian levels of auto-immune problems that emerged in the last few years, send help) and realized just how very not good a lot of the things I was doing are, for both me and the planet.

I am not a crunchy hippy by choice, but by necessity of survival. You have to be when plastics and most mattress fillers and couch stuffing starts bringing you out in a rash/makes you wheeze and suddenly you find yourself wandering the aisles of “eco-friendly" stores wondering if the sales rep you’re listening to actually knows what they’re talking about or if they’re a tinfoil hatter who also puts essential oils in their drinking water. (We've been over this, do not.)

But do you know what I also noticed in those supposedly eco-friendly stores?

Mason jar drinkware being sold at $20 a pop. Surely, I thought to myself, surely it’s $20 for a set of at least four?

Nope.

And do you know what else? This wasn’t just a regular mason jar glass that had been tinted blue, no, this was “treated shock resistant glass”. So what they did was, they took an iconic recyclable object that is actually very cheap to produce and buy, inflated the cost by a huge amount, and then, made it non-recyclable, for profit.

Are-you-freaking-kidding-me?

And that’s a huge problem I find, with trying to find information and resources online about sustainable living and eco-friendly products, because a lot of them? Are actually hugely wasteful if not in actual material, then certainly in mentality.

I watched one notable youtuber vlog about how she got rid of everything in her kitchen and replaced it with more eco-friendly (and extremely expensive) options, because she just couldn’t stand the thought of those "toxic" things being in her kitchen … except … they weren’t doing her any harm, and they weren’t worn out. They weren’t falling apart. They were still very much safe and usable and might even have been donated to somewhere like goodwill for someone else to use … but she threw them out to replace them with shiny bamboo and kitschy ceramics, and now they’re heading toward a landfill, where they will not be used to their fullest extent, and where they will pollute the earth.

Surely by the zero waste ethos, it’s more sustainable to use the product until it has to be replaced, and then buy the eco-made alternative?

To give you an example, I’m in the process of replacing all my tupperware with glass, metal and ceramics because I’m allergic to plastics, but also because I’d like to invest in more sustainable planet friendly options for the future. But I’m also doing it once piece at a time. Partly because my husband can and does still use those things, but also because, well, I can’t afford to replace them all. I just plain can’t, it’s too expensive to go out and replace all my leftover food containers with stainless steel lunch boxes from Japan. I’d like to, and I wish I could, but if wishes were horses then I’d need a much bigger yard. (That’s how that saying goes, right?)

I guess the point of this lengthy ramble, is a complaint that the aesthetic of sustainability is actually more popular than actual ethical sustainable practices. Too many people are concerned with looking like they care, but don’t actually want to get into the nuance of things. And I get it, I do. It’s nice to feel like you’re doing something good. Who doesn’t want to feel like they’re taking responsibility for their time on this earth and being the best version of themselves?

But it has to require thought, and method, and looking beyond the narrow scope of your own four walls (metaphorical or otherwise) and what that one person on youtube said, while merely swapping one form of consumerism for another because it looks and feels ethical, but not actually exacting any kind of global change.

And that’s the difference between using a mason jar to drink out of, and the Mason Jar Aesthetic. Being aware of your impact on the earth and doing what you can within your limits and means (and respecting the means of others), vs wanting to be seen as such. And it's an important distinction and one that requires self reflection and a great deal more thought than buying into an aesthetic.

Me switching out all my plastics and turning my backyard into a compost heap might make my home more eco-friendly, but real change cannot be effected without also putting pressure on large corporations (looking at you Nestle) to change their practices, and boycotting those stores in favor of expensive organic and "ethical" brands is not the solution to this. It merely creates a niche market where the rich and privileged are able to live in a very small self-contained bubble of moral "eco purity", while actively punching down at those who cannot. Real change? Comes from getting involved in the community and lobbying against big corporations like Nestle turning round and extracting water from drought stricken states, and then selling it back for profit. It's boots to the ground, and writing letters and emails, and doing more than just buying organic bamboo washcloths and telling yourself you saved the world one micro-bead of plastic at a time.

So do I think zero waste is a crock? Absolutely not, at the core it has some great points about how we use and consume products, which are things we should be thinking about in our day to day lives. But do I feel it places too much emphasis on the self rather than the global community? Absolutely. And at it's core sustainability isn't about the self. It's about community, and the changes we can affect together in order to make the world a little better than how we found it.

Otherwise it's just survivalism with a rose tinted aesthetic.

What do you guys think? Does anyone have anything to add? Let me know in the comments and see if we can get a discussion going. Also, if you’d like to see more of these types of posts, Patreon subscribers can expect to see them two weeks earlier than tumblr, and get a say in what we discuss, so if you’d like to see me talk about something, let me know :)

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06/25/2019 DAB Transcript

2 Kings 8:1-9:13, Acts 16:16-40, Psalms 143:1-12, Proverbs 17:26

Today is the 25th day of June. Welcome to the Daily Audio Bible. I’m Brian, it’s wonderful to be here with you today, take the next step forward into our week and the next step forward through the Scriptures as we move our way through this week and month and year. We are currently in the book of second Kings as we read through the Old Testament portion of our reading and we are learning of the prophet Elisha. So, we’ll continue with that story. Second Kings chapter 8 verse 1 through 9:13 today.

Commentary:

Alright. So, in the book of Acts, we've now departed on Paul's second missionary journey and we read of the falling out that he had with Barnabas over John Mark. And as we’re traveling on the second missionary journey we can see that like the first missionary journey its light and darkness colliding and Paul’s in the middle of everywhere he goes. But in spite of all this…just chaos that swirls around them sometimes and the struggles that they have to go through, we also have to notice that fascinating opportunities are happening. Like, Paul's not thrown into jail and thinking, “God, get me out of jail so that I can continue this missionary journey.” Paul is on mission no matter where he ends up landing. So, in today's reading Paul and Silas are in Philippi and they’re spending time in a common area and praying by the water and sharing the good news. But each day this slave girl who predicts the future, she would call them out, “these are men of God, they are servants of the most high God, they've come to tell you how to be saved.” And, so, eventually Paul's exasperated with this and he looks at her and throws the demon out in the name of Jesus, which infuriates the girls owners because they've basically lost their way of making money. The girl was an attraction for this. So, the next thing you know, you’ve got a mob kind of rising up against Paul and Silas and then they’re severely beaten and thrown into prison. So, they’re sitting in prison around midnight, bruised from this beating, in chains and they’re singing hymns of worship to God, and the entire prison is silent as the other prisoners are listening to the gospel being shared with them in song. And then this earthquake happens, and the doors fly open and everybody can run but nobody does. And the jailer’s there about to kill himself because he just let everybody escape, even though he had nothing to do with it. And Paul’s like, “don't kill yourself, we’re here, we’re all here, don't worry, don't…don't do anything to yourself”, which resulted in Paul and Silas being cared for by the jailer, their wounds being dressed, the gospel being shared, people coming to faith in Jesus. And if we back up in the story, if we just kind of look at how this story unfolds, had this girl who could foretell the future, had she not continued to call Paul and Silas out day after day, had Paul not thrown this evil spirit out of her, they would have never been thrown into jail. And we can look at it and go, “yeah, they would’ve never been thrown into jail.” But the thing is, had they not been thrown into prison, then this jailer and his entire household…Paul and Silas would've never laid eyes on this guy, like, they would've never crossed paths. And as we watch Paul's ministry and later as we get into the writings of Paul we’ll see that this is the approach that he takes to life. Wherever he is at he is on mission. Yes. Sometimes they’re going on actual formal missionary journeys, but it doesn't matter whether he's in prison, whether he’s before Kings, whether he's in sickness or whether he's in health, he's on mission and that is what's deeply compelling about the apostle Paul. No matter where he lands he lands sharing the gospel of Jesus. And the opportunities that we have the spread light in the darkness, to bring good news in a sea of bad, those opportunities are limitless if we’re just simply paying attention. And it's usually when we’re feeling opposition or hardship, like, when the darkness is pressing in on us that we usually isolate ourselves, but these are the times when we have the greatest opportunity

Prayer:

Father, we take this example. We look at what's happening here in the early church when we look into the life of the apostle Paul and Silas who was accompanying him and into this story today and realize, had they just been angry because they were Roman citizens and had been beaten and they were just lamenting in the prison, just waiting for daybreak so that they could lower the boom none of this would've happened, and yet You used all of these things and worked them together for good, and the souls of an entire household were saved. So, help us to realize that what we do today matters and how we do it matters. It’s important that we stay paying attention. It’s so easy for us to find ourselves totally self-absorbed and what's going on with us and whatever discomfort we may be trying to overcome while ignoring opportunities everywhere. Show us how to be awake, show us how to be aware and show us how to see Your kingdom at work in and among us, all around us. Come Holy Spirit we pray in Jesus’ name. Amen.

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Hi, this call is to pray for a woman who did not want to leave her name, but she’s been married for 27 years to a nonbeliever. Lord Jesus, I pray for this friend and I ask that Your Holy Spirit would give her comfort. Her husband has ridiculed her for talking and believing in Your name and she’s asked for protection. We know Lord that Your protection is there with her and I pray that it would protect her emotion and that You would help her to understand the sadness of the state of her husband’s thinking and that You would help her to have compassion for him. And Lord, I pray against the enemy and the stronghold that he no doubt has on her husband. So, I pray that she would understand her position in Christ, I pray that she would stand in faith and in belief and pray out loud and encircle her home with prayer. And Lord we know that You’re there with her and You are protecting her. So, I just wanted to call and pray that prayer. And I will continue to pray for You my sister. Thank You. Bye-bye.

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Virgil had been going through tics all his life whether or not it was more noticable now he was seventeen was a different story, as a kid he had always had very small and barely motor tics but now he was seventeen they included twitches of the head, arms, the scrunching up of the eyes or the face, rarely he would become paralysed and end up falling somewhere and he would just lay on the ground until he could stand again which usually took around ten minutes but on bad days it was longer, the only good thing about the paralysis one was that he didn’t twitch when it happened, he made involuntary noises and he often said random things but up until this point he had been very alone, no wanted to hand out with him because he didn’t fit into friend groups the only thing that helped him feel better was that when he was sixteen (last year) he had been officially diagnosed with tourette's syndrome, and at first it had been heartbreaking and he had looked at the news as debilitating which it really was but he soon began to look at it in a different light as his dads really encouraged him to embrace it and they didn’t ridicule him or stare and they somehow never seemed embarrassed but one of the most helpful things they did was to do with his coprolalia which made him swear and say inappropriate phrases and they didn’t happen often but when they did he always hated it they happened a lot when he was stressed which was becoming a lot more since exam season was coming up and he was always stressed about his grades. His dads never ever ridiculed him and they even laughed with him and the times Virgil wasn’t laughing, they would comfort him.

Virgil wasn’t on meds because they did nothing for him and he had met some awful people on his way to where he was but now he was joining a new high school as they had just moved to a new town, he didn’t mind they moved often but his dad Patton was certain they would be staying here for as long as they could and his Pa Logan had agreed and Virgil was perfectly content with it as this house was one of the better ones and the town seemed to be too.

He had to get two buses to school though which was a pain, because he wasn’t very good at suppressing his tics and even if he was he didn’t want to because it hurt and when he stopped suppressing them a lot more came out and the silence he had made didn’t compensate for the tics that came out.

It was on a Tuesday that his life changed a bit more that he would’ve thought, he was sat on the bus trying to muffle his vocal tics which was working somewhat, it was fair to say that today wasn't a particularly good tic day but he had had worse, his physical tics however were not doing well, his head kept twitching to the side and his hand and arms kept stretching, he kept kicking his leg out in front of him, luckily no one was sat in front of him. He kept taking deep breaths which worked for about twenty seconds before the slight flailing came back,

Before he could think about how to stop them though someone sat next to him and he immediately panicked and that didn’t help at all and right after the person sat down Virgil’s right arm shot out and punched this person in the arm, but they didn’t say anything, they turned with a smile and held their hand out,

“Greetings! I am Roman, Who might you be?” He seemed to be in the best mood even though he had just been harshly punched for no apparent reason,

“I’m -lemon!- Virgil,” He shook Roman’s hand before looking down but it didn’t last long as his head jerked to the side and his eyes screwed shut before relaxing for a few seconds, then his arms began to flail a bit but this stranger- Roman- didn’t seem to mind at all, in fact, he seemed to be ignoring the tics altogether which, in Virgil’s opinion was brilliant!

“Do you go to Golden Oak?” Roman once again was smiling as he ignored Virgil’s ticing he thought it the nicest thing to do and the boy seemed very self conscious and nervous about his tics so Roman decided not to bring it up,

“Yeah -lemon!- do you?” Virgil’s arms id some weird flinging thing, his leg kicked a couple times and his head jerked right and then left a few times before flinging back and then finally relaxing again,

“I sure do! It is one of the most magnificent schools i have been to! And I absolutely adore that you will be attending it too! Oh! Do you have your schedule yet?” Roman was basically glowing,

“Yeah,” Virgil pulled out his schedule and passed it to Roman who scanned it quickly and then beamed,

“We have every class together except for biology, i do Spanish, and art because I’m in drama!” Virgil was, honestly, relieved because this Roman dude seemed really nice but he supposed it was time to explain himself,

“Cool, I feel -F-fu- that I should ex-fuck- explain myself, I have tourettes -Pancakes!- and i do a lot of -Lemon!- ticking, I don’t think about -Pancakes!- or lemons as much as I say it,” Virgil’s head jerked a little and both his legs swung and kicked, his gloved right hand punched his chest as he squeaked,

“I guessed that was the case! And don’t worry about it! Last year I wrote three different papers on tourettes!” Roman seemed so nice and Virgil couldn’t help but smile back, since being diagnosed he had learned to laugh at life and he would often laugh at his ticks because they were awkward and the best way to dismiss that was by laughing about and sometimes his tics were funny but sometimes they were just exhausting, especially in classes.

Roman and Virgil made small talk until the next stop where they needed to wait for a different bus,

“Lemon! Fuck! Pancakes!” Virgil’s vocal tics could just be let g for now because the only ones getting on this bus were Roman and Virgil and if Virgil was very lucky not many people or none would be on the bus, while they waited Roman began to speak,

“If you don’t mind me asking, and you can totally say no, but would you like to...be friends?” Roman sounded remarkably smaller and a little sacred and Virgil wasn’t going to deny him, in all honesty, Virgil would love to be Roman’s friend,

“Lemons! I would like -f-fu- that,” Virgil suppressed his swearing tics as much as possible but most times he couldn’t stop, plus it hurt to suppress tics. Roman visibly brightened and then without warning hugged Virgil before backing off a little, it was short and sweet, and in all honesty Virgil enjoyed it,

“Do you think -pancakes!- that you could sit -lemons!- sit with-” Virgil stopped being able to talk as his jerked and his arms flailed too much to keep talking as he just couldn’t get the words out, so he waited it out, it lasted five whole minutes but he was fine, Roman seemed worried though,

“Virgil? Are you okay?” He seemed hesitant to ask but his worry outweighed his hesitancy,

“Yeah -cats!- I’m fine,” Virgil breathed deeply as he tried to focus, he kept making noises obviously, he did that most of the time and every now and then his gloved hand would come up and punch his chest or his rams would fly up or out or back,

“What were you going to say?” Roman tried to fix the conversation,

“Could you -Lemons!- sit with me at -lime!- Lunch?” Virgil looked at Roman for a while but his head jerked and he broke eye contact, Roman smiled and nodded very enthusiastically, the truth was Roman didn’t have any real friends sure he had ‘friends’ but a lot of them were toxic and none of them really liked him, they liked the mask he put on but Virgil seemed to like him so far and if he decided he didn’t like the real Roman, the mask could always come back up.

“Of course! I would love to dearest Virgil!” Roman gestured wildly with his hands and Virgil could already tell, he was one of the most extroverted kids, but he didn’t mind because Roman seemed like a true friend, he couldn’t help but let a gummy smile crossed his face as he watched Roman prance around lamenting words of endearment.

The bus pulled up two minutes later it was packed full today and that did not bode well, Roman got on first, leaving Virgil to follow him as his head jerked and his hands made random gestures, Roman choose a seat near the back and thank god that the only four seats that weren’t taken were the two behind and the two in front but there were people sitting across from them and diagonally to them, Roman let Virgil have the window seat so that his ticking didn’t run the risk of hitting anyone except himself and Roman which Roman was absolutely fine with.

Virgil began to talk to Roman, this time he started the conversation,

“What do you -Lemons!- know about tourettes?” He had to admit he was curious, because Roman could be misinformed or he could simply not know the right things for Virgil’s kind of tics or he could simply just not know things but there was also a chance that he did know these things,

“Well, I know about a lot of different types of tics, I know about and vaguely understand coprolalia, I understand what tic attacks are and I know some random bits of information that probably won’t ever be useful but I know them,” Roman seemed really interested inn tourettes and he seemed dedicated to his papers because that was a lot of information to retain and to understand it, even vaguely was impressive,

“I’m surprised most -pancakes! Fuck! Shit! Cunt!-” Virgil’s head jerked wildly again and his legs swung forward, kicking the chair in front quite hard as his arm punched in Roman’s direction hitting him in the shoulder, but he didn’t react, unlike those around them, people were staring with looks of disgust but Virgil had a mantra for times like this,

Those that mind, don’t matter and those that matter, don’t mind.

He repeated it a couple times in his head before speaking again,

“Most people don’t -shit!- don’t understand, even -lemons!- vaguely,” Virgil had an air of confidence but his eyes told a different story, they had an undertone of frustration and anger but a set sadness and fear were buried under that, Roman could see it all but decided not to point it out,

“Well, what can I say?-” Virgil cut him off

“Except you’re welcome!” He had a bright smile plastered on his face at the brilliant reference and Roman covered his mouth ad he gasped quietly,

“You...Like Disney??!!” He seemed very excited and Virgil felt so full of joy in that moment, more joy than he had felt in the last year, sure he had experienced joy but not like this. Virgil nodded causing his head to jerk down five times before he could look back up again,

“Well what about Mulan? Let’s talk” and so the rest of their journey consisted of ignoring the snarls and looks of disgust and the not-so-silent whispers passing around the bus about Virgil, and consequently Roman as the two spoke about every Disney film and the characters and eventually they were talking about Harry potter, the books versus the movies, so far Virgil’s argument for the books seemed to be winning, but before they could continue the bus stopped at the school and Virgil got all anxious again,

“Fuck! Shit! Fuck off!” The people were now just talking about him as he followed Roman to the exit but they didn’t make it that far, they were stopped by someone and Virgil instantly knew what was coming before they even opened their mouth nd it seemed so did Roman,

Virgil held his jacket close as he slung his backpack on his shoulder,

“What is wrong with you?” This was one of the times when Virgil wished this man had some curiosity in his voice but he didn’t, all it held was malice. Roman caught the question before Virgil could answer, as his head was jerking too much, but he managed to control his arms because they were holding his jacket very tightly, his shoulder kept jerking back though, and it would hurt the next day because t always did but that was the least of his problems right now,

“Let me answer that. There is simply nothing wrong with him, he is a fine friend and i don’t believe there is anything wrong with him. Unless you do?” Roman’s voice had an undertone of danger but this dude seemed to miss it,

“Yeah, I do! Look right now, even when we’re talking he can’t focus on us! And he keeps saying weird shit! What’s wrong with him?” The man’s insults weren’t anything that Virgil hadn’t heard before but they still hurt no matter how many times he heard them,

“Like I said, nothing is wrong with him, now excuse us, we have to get going,” Roman pushed past the man and Virgil stuck close, once they were off the bus Roman let out and angry sigh and Virgil thought he was mad at him for being an embarrassment but it didn’t happen,

“I was about to punch that guy,” Roman sounded angry but he wasn’t really, not anymore. Virgil’s head jerked a couple times and there were some weird noises and the word lemons but other than that he seemed to have calmed down a little now that they were off the bus,

“C’mon we’ll be late,” Roman took Virgil by the hand, gently, and led them to their first class, Math.

It turned out that they weren’t late at all, in fact, they were the first there beside the teacher, who smiled kindly, having already met Virgil she ignored the tics which now were just noises and the scrunching of the eyes and face, which weren’t really that bothersome unless he was reading, good thing they weren’t in English.

“Is there a seating plan?” Roman spun around, Miss Kathleen (she made sure they called her by her first name) was Roman’s favourite teacher, she was by far the most understanding and she was really funny, but she was like a mother to everyone but she wouldn’t tolerate bullying and she could really be strict if the situation called for it. Roman idolised her because she was just so great!

“Oh, well there is but since you are here early and you’re one of my favourites I’ll let you pick your seat and who sits beside you,” She smiled again and Roman beamed back before grabbing Virgil's hand again and leading him to the back, left corner, next to the window, which Virgil was very grateful for, after they had their books out (Virgil getting a completely new set of books to work from) Roman began talking,

“I think this is like one of the only classes with a seating plan so I’ll sit next to you in the other ones!” Roman was radiating happiness,

“Yeah, that would -Lemons! Fuck!- be nice,” Virgil’s head went back to jerking and his legs swung out, as his shoulders jerked back every once and a while and his arms would either come up to hit Roman or to hit himself. Today was going to be a long day.

Five classes and a break later, it was lunchtime, now Virgil didn’t have any complaints about the five classes he had been through, sure he got some weird looks and people who told him to ‘shhh’ but he ignored them because,

Those that mind don’t matter, and those that matter don’t mind

He was sat alone at one of the far away lunch tables he waited for Roman despite not being sure he would even turn up, he was wrong though because not even two minutes later Roman bounded over to the table Virgil was sat at, his legs swinging and his eyes scrunching up, as his arm punched his chest, he squeaked too, Virgil thought his tics were the worst thing but Roman thought they made Virgil cute and oddly attractive,

Roman sat down having just come from biology and Spanish the two were talking about what the lesson had been like and Roman was asking Virgil if he had been okay,

“So, did anyone give you trouble?” Roman sounded so protective and Virgil almost wanted to tell him that the biology teacher, despite being a biology teacher, was an ignorant dick, but he decided against and told Roman about his seat,

“I have to sit next to -fuck! Lemon, pancakes- to some kid who -lemon- thinks I’m a -lemon, lemon, lemon- freak and treats me like -fuck! Shit!- an experiment, I've had worse though,” He punched himself in the chest before his arm shot out to the side and the his elbows jerked back, his head jerked left then right then left again and his face scrunched up, all before he started eating,

“I mean, if you want I could take his whole face out?” Roman seemed dead serious and that just made it ten times funnier and Virgil threw his head back in a true, full body laugh, and the best part? It was a tic free moment. Roman joined in but then as they both calmed down someone walked over to their table and they seemed to have such an air of confidence that wasn’t fake at all and that was a little worrying, to say the least,

“Hey Roman, why aren’t you sitting with us today?” This kid wasn’t even acknowledging Virgil, like at all, but that was okay because Virgil didn’t really want to be noticed, so he just continued to eat his lunch,

“Well, I just thought I would sit here for today, y’know for some...Variety? Yes that’s the word!” Roman waved his hands around and smiled brightly though Virgil could see through the smile and it wasn’t like the one he had seen only minutes ago, but he decided to bring it up later,

The girl hummed, “Okay, well, if you don’t want to sit alone, then you can always come join us,” The girl took one last look at Roman before she tried to walk away but Roman butt in,

“What do you mean alone?” His tone was ludicrous but he was always that little bit extra,

“Well, you’re sat by yourself, or at least this kid that your sat with probably doesn’t talk much so it must feel like you’re alone,” She snickered,

“Well for your information, we happen to be having the most wondrous conversations and I like his company more than yours,” Roman seemed mad but Virgil didn’t really believe that Roman was mad,

“Geez, okay dude, no need to be so harsh,”

“Irony,” Virgil couldn’t help himself, he found irony so funny and stupid at the same time, kinda like tumblr humour, not the point!

“What did you say to me?” The kid seemed genuinely curious but there was an underlying tone of danger that, while it went unnoticed by Roman, was not missed by Virgil, and you see Virgil wasn’t a violent person but he would and could fight if he had to and the weird thing was, when he got angry at someone or when someone he loved was being threatened his tics went away and it was amazing but it was also strange and it upset Virgil that it couldn’t be explained, but hey ho what can you do but get on with life,

“Irony,” Virgil repeated himself,

“What do you mean, irony?”

“Your response was ironic,” Virgil stood up from the table and turned to look at the girl who had come over,

“How dare you?!” She was mad but Virgil wasn’t sure if she would start a fight of not, hopefully she wouldn’t but you could never be sure with some people,

“What?” Virgil cocked his head to the side slightly and at this point there was a small crowd growing, Roman was still seated,

“You realise that you can’t speak to me like that?” She took three steps closer to Virgil, he didn’t step back like sh expected, he wasn’t afraid of her,

He held his ground.

They glared at each other for a second before she clenched her right fist and took a swing at Virgil’s face, she hit her target but she left herself wide open and Virgil swung his foot to kick her in the back of the knee, as she tripped, Virgil took a swing at her side just o throw her off balance a little more,

Now Virgil with only a bloody nose and this girl with a sore knee and a sure to bruise side, she tried to tackle him again but he just aimlessly dodged her and after that she was sure she wouldn’t miss again and she was right, she didn’t, she brought her fist up to Virgil’s eye and she hit him right in the left eye, he stumbled back a little but before he could be hit he elbowed her in the back before falling to the ground when something hit him in the back of the head,

He turned to see that it was another boy presumably this girls boyfriend but at this point Virgil’s vision was blurry and his head was throbbing he could only see out of one eye and he could taste his blood on his tongue, but he wasn’t done yet,

He wouldn’t lose this time.

Virgil stood up and stepped into a fighting position his eye already bruising up, the boy looked at him and laughed,

It was funny how he stopped laughing when Virgil brought his leg up in a very straight line and kicked the guy in the nose, he brought his feet back into an apprehensive stance as taekwondo was turning out to be useful he would thank his pa later for suggesting he take classes,

“How dare you?!” The boy recovered faster than the girl did and that surprised Virgil but he liked a challenge,

Virgil smiled a little as he strafed right to avoid the punches that were swung his way and then the boy decided he had had enough of being beaten he began to use brute force never leaving room for Virgil to attack back he was on the defense for the near future and he didn’t like it, his arms had been raised into an x position in front of his chest and his face to avoid a lot of pain but he had no room to attack, his arms become sore, absolutely sure to bruise heavily and he was sure he could keep it up,

Until he heard a snap.

He felt more than heard it but as soon as it happened he felt his arm become limp and it burned with pain he wanted to scream but he knew that wasn’t a good idea so he just let his tears fall silently instead of screaming or saying anything he gritted his teeth and just as the boy pulled away as he thought he had won, Virgil hugged his arm to his chest as he ducked under his arms but before he could do anything else a voice was heard over all the chanting in the crowd,

“What is going on here?!” It sounded like the head teacher but Virgil wasn’t sure, in seconds though he was leaned against the table,

Roman ha moved him.

And he was now sitting in front of Virgil asking him questions but Virgil couldn’t hear him over the blood rushing to his ears and the gasping noises he was making certainly didn’t help, the group started to dissipate but not everyone left a few pairs and the odd trio were still hanging around but Virgil couldn’t focus on anything else apart from the pain he felt,

“Vi….il….infirmary...c’mon….” That was most definitely Roman’s voice and there were shouts and murmurs in the background but as it happened Virgil wasn’t sure what was happening he wasn’t even sure how he was moving or if he was doing it himself, spoiler alert he wasn’t, He felt warmth around him though and that was somewhat comforting he would feel incredibly comfortable right now if it wasn’t for the pain he felt everywhere.

-^-

Okay so I know that was a lot and I know i don’t know a lot about tourettes I don’t have tourette's but I tried to research as much as possible and it may not be correct but I tried really hard and f you would like to massage me any feedback you might have don’t be shy I would love to hear what you think and where I may have gotten things wrong and if you want and if I get enough feedback about what is wrong and what id right then I will update it an we can work together to make to more correct and to read smoother and to sound better. I hope you enjoyed regardless of any mistakes and who knows maybe I’ll make a part two depending on how this is received who knows you might all hate it a lot but maybe some people will like it, well no matter what I enjoyed writing it and learning I love you all and of you read all of this note thanks you’re all pretty great human beings and I appreciate you,

@the-crazed-band-kid @nobodygotarrested

You both seemed very excited for this but then I don’t like it and it’s not very good but you said you would give me honest to god feedback so please tell me the good bits and the horrifically awful bits, if it’s incorrect or insults you in any way I will take it down,

Love you all

- Harry

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fueledbysprite · 6 years

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a series of unfortunate events, followed by a stroke of (luck?)

Adrien loved being Chat Noir. He loved the freedom, the risk, the exhilaration of vigilantism - and saving the city by moonlight with his Lady was something he could never swap for anything else in the world.

Except, his particular supersona had influenced his civilian life, turning it in a bit more of a negative circumstance in some aspects.

Superhumanly bad luck was one of them.

***

The people of Paris were dense by default. One would have to be to be capable of missing such blatantly obvious details, that if not explicitly presented to their face with a dozen or so in-depth explanations, would deny they had even witnessed something out of the ordinary or mildly concerning.

Adrien, however, was on another level altogether.

He would never know of the strings of fate were true, or if in some mystical sense, destiny had willed him a soulmate, but even if he had been meant to be with someone, it was certain that his sheer obliviousness (intensified approximately tenfold simply from his affiliation with the Black Cat miraculous, aka the Ring of Destruction) would prevent him from achieving anything near a conclusive happily ever after.

At one point, the Powers That Be must have just given up on subtlety completely, because one day Adrien lay in bed lamenting his star-crossed love for Ladybug, the next fateful morning he had suddenly developed an interest in Marinette that was, despite his countless insistences otherwise, most certainly far outside the boundaries of “just a friend”. Perhaps the blond was speaking in code.

In any case, the Power of Bad Luck™ struck against his favor once again, and no sooner had he exasperated the class (yet again) as well as the blue-haired girl herself with that god-forsaken expression, that aforementioned girl arrived at school the next week with her eyes clearly set on someone new.

Adrien really liked Luka.

He wasn’t a bad guy, really. The guitarist seemed nice and friendly, and although he was a bit teasing, he made sure it was all in good intent. Adrien would have even liked to become good friends with him, if it weren’t for his extreme openness and close proximity to Adrien’s very good friend.

So, when the punk rocker showed up to class and promptly stole the attention of everyone in the room (earning the admiration of even the intimidating Mme Mendeleiev, who had come here from her own class to see what all the commotion was and give the students a good talking to, only to meet a rather charming musician), Adrien made like a frustrated toddler and stalked off to the back of the room, plopping down next to the one person who seemed unfazed by the new face.

Marinette was very enthusiastically gushing at the front of the room, Alya looked slightly baffled but seemed happy for her friend, Nino appeared as if he was torn between glaring or sending pitying looks in Adrien’s direction. Adrien huffed.

“I mean seriously, his music is nice and all, but why is Marinette looking at him like that when she could be looking at me, instead?” he said aloud.

The redhead beside him, currently absorbed in his sketchbook, did not respond. Adrien did not let that stop him.

“I just don’t get what’s so great about him,” he muttered. “He shows up one day and suddenly he’s the center of attention and everyone forgets about everything else. And why is Marinette suddenly so giggly and overly cheerful around him?”

“At least you had a chance with her to begin with,” a small voice murmured. Adrien turned.

Nathaniel still hadn’t looked up, and if Adrien wasn’t 100% sure the voice he heard was new to him, he’d have denied the artist had even spoken.

“What do you mean?” Adrien asked.

Nathaniel shrugged.

“I mean, it’s not like it was that hard for you to get her attention, so I don’t know why you’re so jealous all of a sudden,” he said calmly, adding another detail to a page Adrien couldn’t see.

“I’m not following you,” the blond replied, a bit warily.

Nathaniel sighed.

“Don’t be dense, Adrien,” he said, with a bit of an edge to his tone this time, almost like an intellectual trying to explain something to a simpleton who couldn’t grasp basic facts. “If you weren’t so self-absorbed all the time, or, I don’t know, maybe you are just really oblivious, but Marinette has been hardcore crushing on you for the past year, and now you notice her?”

“She’s been crushing on me? How do you know this?” Adrien asked, irritation surfacing at the word ‘dense’. He wasn’t ignorant, was he?

“I pay attention?“ the redhead suggested sarcastically. “It’s not really fair that you had a chance, missed it, and now you’re entitled to mourn over your misfortune while some of us didn’t even have the opportunity to begin with.”

“Whoa, touchy much?” Adrien commented on the redhead’s cool tone.

“Mm?” The artist turned his sketchbook to examine the drawing from an angle. Adrien didn’t bother asking him what he was drawing.

“Anyways, like you’re one to talk about not having a chance. You took her out on a freaking date!” the model objected.

“That doesn’t count because 1, I forced her to go, and 2, she never actually had any feelings for me,” Nathaniel pointed out.

“But it was still a date,” Adrien countered. “You can’t deny that you got farther than anyone else managed.”

“Not my fault you were too dense to ask her out yourself,” the artist repeated.

“Ughhhh, and it’s not my fault that you’re such a pushover, you didn’t have the guts to ask her out yourself and maybe make a chance for yourself until you were akumatized!”

“The point is, nobody was around to listen to my problems, so I sucked it up and got over it. I don’t even like her anymore, I just thought you were acting pretty entitled, talking like that...”

“Whatever,” Adrien shrugged. “Like you have room to talk. I think going after someone because your date rejected your corrupt alter ego is plenty entitled.”

The sketchbook suddenly froze in mid-air, and a head of scarlet turned around slowly to face the model, turquoise eye narrowing.

“Say, Adrien, how exactly did you know about the date? I don’t recall sharing it with anyone, and I trust Marinette enough to know that she wouldn’t tell anyone, either.” The shorter teen eyed him suspiciously, and Adrien suddenly found himself backed into a corner.

“I, uh….I...heard about it from someone….somewhere...after the incident. Yeah, it was a huge thing after your akumatization happened, and you know how fast word travels, hehe….”

“Oh, really? I’m sure..” Nathaniel’s single visible eye narrowed still, and soon all that stood out from between his bangs were two thick black lines bordering a hint of turquoise on white. He did not look like he believed Adrien at all.

Adrien smiled and chuckled awkwardly - he had not realized how intimidating the ordinarily sweet, soft-spoken boy could appear.

“What are you hiding, Adrien?” Nathaniel whispered.

“N-nothing!” the blond insisted, leaning away the more Nathaniel leaned closer.

The redhead quickly leaned back.

“And why do you smell like camembert?” he asked annoyedly.

“Oh, uh, you could smell that?” Adrien asked apologetically. “Sorry, I, uh, just really love camembert, I guess,” he shrugged, smiling casually.

“Yeah, well, try to cover up the smell, will ya? That stuff is vile,” the redhead expressed disgustedly, digging around in his bag for something. He pulled out a small bottle and, a moment later, Adrien was engulfed in a toxic cloud of...minty strawberry…???

He coughed, fanning the vapour away from his face, and opened his eyes after a few seconds. Nathaniel put the bottle away in the meantime.

“There, now you look and smell approachable,” he assured the model.

Then, as if nothing had even happened, the redhead lost himself once again in that mysterious sketchbook of his.

It was the end of class, and Nathaniel had just left the desk that Adrien never bothered getting up from when the blond came to a (rather late) realization.

“Did you just compliment me?” he asked to the artist’s back. The model couldn’t see his face but he could’ve sworn that the redhead rolled his eyes right then.

“Delayed reaction much?” he asked, pausing for but a moment before continuing on his way.

Adrien jumped up from his seat and all but chased after him.

“Wait, I need to know! Were you or were you no-”

“Just give it a rest, kid.” A tiny black god appeared with an expression that said only most plainly ‘I am 300% done with this shit’. “Hopefully this time around, you’ll be a bit luckier, hey?”

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gaslightgallows · 6 years

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500 Prompts

I’m resurrecting an old chestnut from LJ/DW. Some of the best things I’ve ever written started as prompts from this list. Send me a character or a pairing and let’s see what I can do. (Or several! Multiple prompts are A-OK!)

The vacuum of time.

Terror in the night.

Flashes of euphoria.

Dancing with the devil.

Fatal accident.

Haunting melody.

Black ice.

Breathtaking reality.

Sensation of loss.

Shooting star.

Broken spirit.

Aurora Borealis.

Left behind.

Unguarded touch.

Last time.

Dying sun.

Devastating explosion.

Alone in a crowd.

Fragmented truths.

Gaping chasm.

Arise from the ashes.

The end of the beginning.

Remember me.

Flash of lightning.

Emergency evacuation.

Immortal laughter.

A whisper on the wind.

Electrifying sacrifice.

The calm before the storm.

A life of lies.

The winds of change.

The hand of fate.

Desperate plea.

Nightmare.

Whitewashed walls.

Caught in the act.

Wake up, the day is dying.

Close your eyes.

Beyond the horizon.

Finality.

Releasing the sparrow.

Something's out there.

Golden miracle.

I covet you.

The eye of the storm.

Screaming silence.

Her body was found...

I used to remember you.

Gasping confession.

Betrayal.

Uncontrollable wrath.

Dragon of shadow.

Natural disaster.

Leap of faith.

Faceless and nameless.

Harsh revelation.

A path to follow.

The power of goodbye.

Through a child's eyes.

One final look back.

Crumbling heart.

Ignored instinct.

Seductive danger.

Jumbled truths.

Shallow grave.

Why they call it falling.

Volcano.

Dying land.

A child's truth.

Antiseptic air.

Chained to mortality.

Dim as an ember.

Acid tears.

Unexpected emptiness.

Miraculous relief.

Letting go.

What Earth once was.

Frantic search.

Tragic moment.

Beneath the smiles.

Across the worlds.

In the still of the night.

Counting years.

Kidnapped innocence.

Tears of desire.

Ring of sunlight.

Trembling cold.

Missing planet.

Suffering rain.

Parched ego.

Toxic tease.

Horrific distortion.

Miracle ruin.

Wailing shadows.

Barren abyss.

Ravenous time.

Approaching doom.

Eternal danger.

Vacant arch.

Recoil.

Vehement grace.

Urban legend.

Gentle warmth.

Rippling tide.

Fallen haze.

That's all I ask of you.

Think of me.

Promise me.

A white rose.

Never let go.

Ghost of a rose.

Fire.

Enchanting surrender.

Cowering sunrise.

Deliverance.

Resisting temptation.

Leaves of amber.

I remember when she loved me.

Heart of a child.

Don't scream.

Bereft confusion.

Mysterious stranger.

Subconscious reality.

The truth about forever.

She's burning up.

You were supposed to be watching her!

Lost soul.

Wandering spirit.

Touched by an angel.

Shattered reflections.

Central power.

Lightning fast refusal.

Don't you dare.

Emerald eternity.

There will always be a monster.

Infinite embrace.

It's too late.

Cabin by the sea.

Guardian.

Amusingly inconsequential.

Ignited illusion.

Forsaken stealth.

Corrupted intrigue.

Kindle my soul.

Majestic memories.

Breathe, baby, breathe!

Resonating hunger.

Relinquished radiance.

Transcendent joy.

Silent watcher.

Her eyes believed in mysteries.

Last breath.

Sweet nothings.

Unfinished tale.

Endless darkness.

Suffocating darkness.

Passing warrior.

Shield maiden.

Old oak.

Ancient willow.

Off the map.

Deserted riverbank.

I never thought...

A walk along the shore.

The valley of echoes.

The family nobody wanted.

Dancing in the fountain.

Laughter from the flames.

A time for tenderness.

Sleeping storm.

Islands in the sky.

Unheeded warning.

Voices in his/her/my mind...

Spellbound.

It wasn't his/her/my/your fault...

Tempting enigma.

His/her/my/your compassion is like a shadow...

Even he/she/I have forgotten his/her/my name...

I hate love.

Irresistible coercion.

I offer no excuses...

Tumbling clouds.

Blue mists.

You think you have it bad?

His/her/my pain was like a desert...

Nothing could bleed that much.

Nothing lost, nothing gained.

Delicious tragedy.

The in between.

Into the river.

You're/He's/She's/I'm/They're only sleeping.

What can you see?

They're calling me/you/he/she/them home.

The end.

Somewhere out there.

Lamentation.

The moment…

Suddenly…

Childhood's end.

Broken weapon.

Gazing upon the sky with dampened eyes...

Vast horizons.

Entrapment.

Quaking need.

Memory of a dream.

Dangerous illusion.

Firestarter.

Enraged superstition.

Guilty morals.

Fragile as a dream.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

Portals of discovery.

Fall from grace.

Balance of power.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Diamond in the rough.

The essence of life.

Nostalgic numbness.

Desire, ask, believe, receive.

A fate worse than death.

The razor's edge.

Reach for the stars.

Touch me.

Unrequited accusation.

Tragic shadow.

Forbidden laughter.

Starved for affection.

Between a rock and a hard place.

No man is an island.

Critical vengeance.

Rough hands.

Mystery.

After tonight.

Farewell.

And the edges blur.

One thousand promises.

A broken sensitivity.

A curling shadow.

A darker pride.

A deluge of dancers.

A fallacy in your head.

A four leaf clover.

A golden shield.

A love remembered.

A lustful lie.

A magical time.

A perfect rainbow in Hell.

A queer sort of clockwork.

A secondhand heart.

A story never to tell.

All sorts of complicated.

All the tears of God.

Alone I break.

And that's when I stopped believing in gravity.

No one mourns the wicked.

Die alone.

Asleep at dawn.

Assassin for hire.

Based on a dream.

Once upon a December.

Before the next tear falls.

The beginning of goodbye.

A lonely tomorrow.

Beneath the blue.

Better left unsaid.

Between a rock and your mother.

Beyond the galaxy's walls.

Birthing black and white.

Blood and moon.

Blood wars.

Bribing the Devil.

Broken promises and broken hearts.

False gold.

By midnight's favor.

By the light of a million stars.

Castles in the sky.

Catastrophe in the making.

Crawling nightmare.

Crimson orchid.

Crown of ivy.

Call of the wild.

Darkness becomes me.

Dawn of night.

Dawning upon a crimson ruin.

Death becomes you.

Demon tongue.

Desolation row.

Destined jealousy.

Burning star.

Do you remember the end?

Don't look into its eyes.

Dragons in your eyes.

Make a wish and toss a penny to the moon.

Ecstatic pain.

Edge of sanity.

Elemental rain.

Equinox rising.

Ethereal blood.

Evening shadows.

Exquisite and unforgivable.

Face down I cry.

Fallen fae.

Light step.

Faery-eyed child.

Fail with honour.

A childhood dream.

Fields of dust.

Final breath.

Finding infinity.

Flame in the twilight.

For the child I will sing.

Foreign serenade.

Lost beginning.

Forgotten, not forgiven.

Fractured reality.

Fragile hearts and candy-coated dreams.

Angels among us.

Haunting lonely pools.

Portrait in black.

Approaching Flood.

Technological reality.

I am the night you die.

I believe in God. I can hear him laughing at me.

I appeared here to vanish there.

I close my eyes and you disappear.

I loved you mommy, the day I killed you.

I miss who you were...

I thought you were alive.

I was here two days from now.

I wish upon tonight.

I write sins, not tragedies.

If looks could kill...

Illuminated darkness.

Death by imagination.

Pierce the sky.

Unfathomable truth.

Shackles of the mind.

Growing fonder.

A time to grieve.

Fire in your eyes.

Tales of long ago.

Live on your toes, love on your knees, die on your feet.

Prisoner in her mind.

Hold still, I'm trying to kill you.

Breath of the devil.

The innocent can never last.

Too wide to cross.

Arrogance and beauty, painted in ugliness...

Falseness in acquaintance.

Beneath the shade of the Sycamore...

One summer's/autumn's/winter's/spring's eve.

In the shadow of Mount Gloom.

Intoxicating the mind.

Island of light.

It ends tonight.

Jilted dreams.

Night of fire.

Knowledge in death, wisdom in immortality.

Liberating release.

Life on white wings.

A beacon of hope.

Like shattered glass.

Listless winter.

Little girl's downfall.

Lonely by candlelight.

Silent angels.

Gazing out a broken window.

You cannot lose what you never had.

Blood and tears.

Love's pretty follies.

The gift of lucidity.

Mint and lilac.

Missing Heaven and roses.

Mother Earth's last stand.

How do I/we/you say goodbye?

Where does the sky end?

Breathtaking innocence.

Dangerous stranger.

Lost in dreams.

Found in reality.

Forgotten sanctuary.

Treacherous deceit.

Warped.

Disenchanted crystal.

Laughing at the moon.

Yesterday's tomorrow.

Future of the past.

Supernova.

Whispers in the dark.

Letters from nowhere.

The one no one sees.

Beautiful disaster.

Passionate desires.

Remnants of darkness.

The bitterness of mortality.

An exquisite extreme unknown.

More Heaven than a heart could hold.

Flames of disaster.

Miraculous discovery.

Trusting in a soul.

Twilight surrender.

When love turns to hate.

Lost and alone.

When the river runs dry.

Lapping at the shores of sleep.

Landing among the stars.

Reaching for the moon.

When stillness descends.

On the brink of forever.

Clinging to the edge of control.

Abandoned resistance.

Eyes within the Heart.

Heart within the eyes.

When forever fades away.

Grave acceptance.

Flying amidst a rainbow.

Falling from a cloud.

Alone with forever.

Sunrise upon a soul.

Prisms of a fragmented whole.

A glittering cavern.

Disembodied voices.

Dancing beneath the moon.

Dancing on the water.

Gliding over glass.

A tale rewritten.

Exiled child.

Letters and vowels, spinning and tiles.

I'll try violence.

Who named the stars?

Mysterious beyond.

Ocean tears.

Sleepy death.

Sea bed.

Whispering nightmare.

Bound by silence.

A twinkle in the night.

A waking slumber.

See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.

My lips are sealed.

Sometimes it is better not to follow your own destiny.

An invitation to Heaven.

Attacked by a dream.

Caressed by a nightmare.

The ravages of time.

Ancient tale.

Faces in the clouds.

Ripped apart.

The end of something better - The beginning of something worse.

The space between.

Look beyond.

Edge of the knife.

A human voice.

Dream the impossible.

Forgotten roads.

Flowers in the ashes.

A bitter pill.

Another fine mess.

The life inside.

Still crossroads.

Frozen bridges.

Fear of the fall.

Illusions of the darkness.

Sacrificial tension.

Path of a child.

Imitation of life.

Behind the mirror.

Through the fire.

Echoes of bondage.

Freedom in chains.

Parting regrets.

Something unheard of.

Hidden tales.

Laughter of the ages.

Frozen fire.

White shores.

Lights out.

Liquid sunset.

Silver glass.

When words fail.

A death of a thousand screams.

Those who do not remember the past.

When laughter's lost in peaceful silence.

The sands of time.

When death's lips left mine.

Cataclysm.

When Earth dies.

When worlds collide.

A mortal's forever.

Flight of disaster.

When tomorrows run out.

Kisses of a night terror.

Dashed against a rock.

Invisible defender.

The tattered, the torn.

A little happiness.

London by gaslight.

He sees the map back to her in the scars of his hands.

She never really leaves him...

And the thunder rolls.

#i have a prompt problem #prompt meeeeee #fan fiction #i love this prompt list so much y'all #make me happy #y'all know my fandoms #space vikings #valki #frostshield #crimson peak #star trek discovery #mfmm #prompt list

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sarahburness · 7 years

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7 Crucial Steps to Minimize Drama in Your Life

“When you are not honoring the present moment by allowing it to be, you are creating drama.” ~Eckhart Tolle

Well into my twenties, all of my friendships with women looked a lot like junior high.

One day, we’d be codependent and attached at the hip, sending incessant play-by-play emails throughout the workday like one too many notes in class.

The next day, we’d be dragging each other by the hair into a heap of combined emotional issues, complete with nasty suspicions, unfounded accusations, and a dramatic reconciliation that would inevitably be short-lived.

Shortly after one toxic friendship eroded, I found a new one, like a mythological creature that regenerates its head immediately after it’s cut off. Things weren’t much different with the men I dated.

For a long time, I lamented all the damaging relationships I’d been in, as if I was some kind of victim who always got the short end of the stick.

Then one day I realized there was a reason I always found myself in dramatic relationships: I was attracted to drama like a moth to a flame.

Chaos was the status quo for the majority of my life, and when it wasn’t there, I panicked. I didn’t feel comfortable unless I was fighting someone, or at the very least, fighting myself.

The things I said and did contradicted because it was easier to blame the world and stay the same than it would be to really see myself and make a change.

You might not be a recovering drama queen like me, but you’ve probably encountered your share of relationship histrionics.

Maybe your close friend has as many catastrophes as there are days of the week. Maybe you’re the person everyone calls with their problems. Or maybe you unknowingly turn small issues into major crises and you’d like to stop feeling so overwhelmed.

Whatever the case, you probably have at least a little drama in your life that you’d like to minimize.

With this in mind, I recently asked on the Tiny Buddha Facebook page: How do you minimize drama in your life? I took a sampling of the 183 responses and formulated this guide to diffusing drama:

1. Recognize when you might be creating drama.

You get what you put out. If you act in a way that is positive and minimal drama, you attract the same kind of positive situations and people. ~April Myers

Drama usually comes from my reaction to other people’s actions. I stop to think: Does this really matter in the long run, or am I just trying to be right? ~Anita Grimm-Hohl

I minimize drama within myself. When I’m focused and calm, so is the world around me. ~Cynthia Ruprecht Hunt

Take it off the page:

If there’s drama in multiple areas of your life, be honest with yourself—you’re the constant. Are you creating it? We don’t do anything repeatedly unless there’s something in it for us, so, what’s the payoff?

Are you looking for attention or excitement? Did you grow up with drama and you just plain feel best when there’s some around you?

Now aim to find alternative solutions. If you’re looking for attention, can you get it more directly? If you’re bored, what new adventure can create in your life?

2. Change your perspective.

Be happy about little things, let the big stuff go because I can’t change any of it. ~Grace Foo

I zoom out in my mind to a point far enough away and above so that I can see things in my life for what they are. By doing this, I can see from a distance how small and unimportant the situation is in the big scope of the universe. ~Larry Stilts

Is this situation going to matter a year from now? If not, it’s not worth worrying about. ~Angela Orr

Take it off the page:

A lot of the drama takes place in our own heads, and it’s usually because we’re too deeply immersed in a difficult situation to recognize it isn’t as dire as it seems.

If you feel yourself getting overwhelmed by a situation, step back and realize this feeling isn’t permanent—nothing is. Then focus on action steps—on the things you can control. What can you today to proactively create a solution?

3. Don’t feed into other people’s drama.

Build a reputation for not participating in drama. ~Addy Rodriguez

Just be. Anything you resist persists. Don’t add any negative or positive focus on it. ~Nikki Star

Speak less, listen more. You have time to hear and see the drama and sidestep it. ~Alexis Benjamin‎

Be an observer. Not everything needs a reaction. ~Angelina PhouGui Chan-Ong

Take it off the page:

If someone repeatedly comes to you with catastrophes, give yourself a window of time when you’ll listen, and then take care of your own needs by walking away. Also, resist the urge to jump into a pity party. Oftentimes people calm themselves down when other people don’t validate their complaints.

Lastly, focus on your breath. Your calming energy may even help them let go.

4. Reconsider unhealthy relationships.

Minimize dramatic people in your life. ~Jeff Palmer

Befriend only people with good energy that don’t promote or create drama. ~Carmen Portela

I realize that spending time by myself is always preferable to spending time with someone who wants drama. Nothing wrong with a dull day. ~Stephanie Goddard

Remove the source of drama from my life. It really is that simple. ~Claudia Jacobs

Take it off the page:

Take an inventory of which people in your life leave you feeling stressed and unhappy more often than not. If you don’t want to completely remove a toxic relationship, minimize the time you spend together.

If you don’t want to change how often you see each other, recognize drama triggers. When the conversation moves toward her horrible mother, steer it somewhere else.

5. Be clear and straight with other people.

Be as open and honest and communicative as possible. Listen without reacting. ~Faith McGregor

If I have an issue with someone I go straight to them to talk about it, and I don’t talk to anyone else about it if they aren’t involved. Gossip breeds drama! ~Kristie Sherman

Drama comes about because of either misunderstanding or overreaction. Be as honest and open in all cases as possible. Quell your own negative emotions, which will in turn diffuse the negative emotions of others. ~Vito Ruiz

Take it off the page:

A lot of drama comes from poor communication and confusion. Eliminate it by finding the courage to say exactly what you mean. It may be harder in the moment, but it can save a lot of heartache in the long run.

On the flip side, let people know that they can be honest with you. If someone thinks they need to walk on eggshells around you, they’ll likely hold things in—but they will come out eventually, if not in words, in resentful actions.

6. Be slow to label something as “drama.”

When it comes to people you know you love, always take an extra moment to reconsider, if the “problem” is actually a problem, if it’s worth making a big deal out of it. ~Christian Andersen Hauge

I realize that life is a roller-coaster and my problems are much like others’ at different times. ~Margaret I. Gibson

Love them a little more. It’s who they are. It might even be you. ~Ed Pulsifer

Don’t speculate, good or bad. Simply deal with what’s actually in front of you. ~Michael Stodola

Take it off the page:

Sometimes what we’re labeling as drama is just someone who really needs us. Instead of expelling mental energy judging the situation as good or bad, focus on being there and being a friend in the moment.

Then be a friend to yourself and let the drama go when you walk away. A lot of the drama we experience in life comes from our interpretations of the things we experience—particularly after the moments have passed.

7. Learn from drama.

I attempt to allow the inevitable episode, extract any potential meaning or lesson, and equally allow it to pass. ~Joel Olmstead

I try to see the learning experience in the drama. And I think of the sentence “Without rain you can’t enjoy the sunny days.” ~Anja Feijen

Accept it, learn from it, and go on with life. ~Vincent Neerings

Take it off the page:

Sometimes it seems like drama happens to us, and we’re powerless to remove ourselves from the cause. Another perspective is that every time we find ourselves immersed in something that seems overwhelming, we have an opportunity to learn how to deal with challenges better.

Life will always involve mini fires that we feel desperate to put out. If we can learn not to fan them, they may actually be able to light our way.

Some of the Facebook responses were slightly edited for spelling; some were part of longer responses with more detail.

Photo by Sebastian Fritzon

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Lori Deschene is the founder of Tiny Buddha and Recreate Your Life Story, an online course that helps you let go of the past and live a life you love. Her latest bookTiny Buddha's Gratitude Journal, which includes 15 coloring pages, is now available for purchase. For daily wisdom, follow Tiny Buddha on Twitter, Facebook & Instagram..

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