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sirhyst · 1 year

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WASH DAY: (ft. black!longhair!gn!reader x dad!fukuzawa, brother!ranpo, bf!Poe, sister!yosano, sister!kyoka, kunikida)

Note: that’s a lot of people but reader has a fuck tone of hair and I already struggle washing my (3c) hair and it’s not even that long 💀 so imagine black!reader’s afro down their back. Even though I’m black, I’ve never specifically written for a black reader but I’ve been wanting to write this for so long. hair type is not specified, it’s whatever hair type you have ✊

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Since you’ve been living with Fukuzawa, he’s helped you with growing out your hair again

When he first met you, you obviously weren’t taking good care of it so he knew someone who could help with your hair type

He knew that was what came with adopting someone with your hair type and just wants you to love your hair and be happy with it

He even takes the time to learn how to take care of your hair because that’s perfect for family bonding

Fast forward to today, your Afro is down your back when it’s flat ironed and in its natural state it’s at your shoulder, so it obviously requires all hands on deck

(For those who don’t know sometimes our hair looks shorter than it actually is, so it might look like it’s at our shoulders but straightened out it could be longer; TLDR: shrinkage is a bitch)

There is a day scheduled, yes an entire day, just for your hair.

Each of the team is assigned a section to make sure each section of your hair gets proper attention it needs

It’s a little chaotic at first because it is 6 people plus yourself working on your head, but chaos is the family name with you lot so you work through it

Who does the best job?

Rating each characters hair care ability:

Fukuzawa: 10/10

Kind of nervous even after all these years

If you have sensitive scalp, he is extra gentle with your hair

He’s practically directing everyone on what to do

Ranpo: 7/10

He gets distracted easily while washing his section of your hair

It’s not that he doesn’t care, he’s just fascinated with the texture

If your curls come out more he will literally stand there looking at your curl pattern like 😯

Overall, he does a thorough job, but sometimes you have to make sure that the shampoo and conditioner are fully washed out of his section

Definitely whines that his arms are starting to hurt but Fukuzawa splashes water him to shut him up

Kyouka: 8/10

Just like ranpo she’d also be fascinated with your curl pattern, but she does a good job at washing even on her first wash day

-2 point because sometimes she accidentally pulls on your hair to hard

She’s still learning obviously, so she hasn’t mastered platting that section of your hair so sometimes her section gets a little tangled from a failed attempt

Just need to comb it out again afterwards so, no big deal

Yosano: 9/10

Auntie Yosano is so precise

She’s super gentle with your hair especially if you have a sensitive scalp

Extra points because she massages the conditioner into your hair

Sometimes when she’s presses down to hard with the rat-tail comb when parting your hair and that shit hurts but she massages the spot to soothe your head

Poe: 9/10

So you and Poe haven’t been dating long, so this is his first wash day

You warned him that it takes along time especially since you have a lot of hair on your head, but he doesn’t mind at all

He actually has a lot of fun and is glad he gets to help you with your hair

You’ve probably taught Poe how to oil your hair so he takes pride in his oiling skills.

Poe is a huge nerd and acts like he’s the hot shit just because he can braid your hair in cornrows or in two (which valid that shit is so difficult. I still can’t braid my own hair, somebody help)

Deducting points because the first time around, in his panicked state he put a little too much oil in your hair afterwards 💀

Kunikida: 10/10

He’s similar to fukuzawa and yosano

He’s very precise and puts the exact amount of shampoo and conditioner you need for his section

He always makes note of what shampoo and conditioner dries your hair or which one works well for you

If Fukuzawa isn’t supervising the situation you and Kunikida probably end up arguing over something, because it’s always something with you two

Aside from the yelling, he’s very gentle with your hair

He also knows how to braid your hair in cornrows and bonus points because he never does them to tight that they hurt

He knows everything about hair porosity and all that info it’s shocking but not really because it is kunikida

As I mentioned, sometimes Kyouka struggles with putting her section into a little twist to separate it, so Kunikida do it for her or show her how to twist your hair properly

Kunikida is a god at detangling your hair, he’s shockingly is so gentle you forget he’s working in your head.

Post-washing hair care

As mentioned before, Poe and Yosano usually help with putting oils and creams in your hair afterwards, especially if you’re twisting it.

For protective styles, kunikida or Fukuzawa usually does it, but Yosano parts your hair perfectly

If the hairstyle you want is more complex fukuzawa will find someone else to do your hair for you (or if you know how to do your own hair he’ll leave it to you)

If you two get a second alone, Poe will gently touch your hair and compliment you endlessly (why would you expect anything less from him)

Poe also randomly touches your hair because he loves the texture on his fingers

some people either let their hair air dry or blow dry it, so if you choose to blow dry it, kunikida will do it for you

Yosano has tried to blow dry your hair but she did to many rounds on a single piece and almost burned you

If you are like me and have a fear of having heat in your hair (cowards unite), Kunikida will blow dry your hair on low heat, yes it will take infinitely times longer but your comfort is more important

Kyoka likes to play around with your hair especially with you have it in twists.

She likes putting it in a little ponytail

Poe is foaming at the mouth if you leave your hair out in an Afro because you look so hot 😭 (as a matter fact his on his knees regardless of what hairstyle you do, my man is completely whipped, he is literally that “I believe in *insert* supremacy” meme)

Overall wash day with these guys is super fun

Obviously this is about black!reader with long hair, but if you decide you want to change it up like cutting it really short or locking it, all of them are so supportive of you.

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polijakefim · 3 months

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F L A U N T

TRAVIS FIMMEL

Girl's Gotta Eat

There are paths seen and unseen. There are paths taken. There are the Midwestern housewives who sit at home, who formerly popped bennies and ran topless through every jam band show at the local amphitheater. There are the vagrant, longhaired transients who receive stares as they push their cart of nothings around sweaty Southern towns, that formerly received stares only because they were professing at the front of a philosophy class. There are the attention-deficit young men, oft chastised for their inability to focus, but given open creativity, become playwrights and screenwriters. There are the balladeers. There are the celebrities. There is the you. There is the me. And there is Travis Fimmel, sitting in a hotel room in Vancouver, freezing his balls off. His is a story of barefooted farm boy turned bare-bodied model turned actor.

“It’s bloody cold,” he says in a relaxed Australian drawl. Of course it is. Fimmel grew up helping out on the family farm in a small town on the fork of two rivers in the middle of sunburnt Australia. He’s currently in the benumbed west Canadian port city filming Duncan Jones’ Warcraft: a film of epic proportion and expectation. But despite the video game-based spin-off, one gets the feeling Fimmel is the kind of lad who would much rather be chopping wood than mashing plastic buttons on a gaming controller. “I’d never heard of it,” he freely admits.

The path begins. When I ask about his early foray into Australian-rules football, he concedes what stymied the course, “Yeah but I sucked at it, man, I was very bad.” And thus he skipped the sporting life and tried college, “I didn’t pass any classes becauseI didn’t end up showing up—I was doing project managing for construction, like a foreman. Architecture and commerce [was the] main part of the course, I didn’t really want to go to college, I was just trying to fill in time…but then I ended up going overseas.” Fimmel wasn’t meant to be a paper-pushing desk jockey; just as Paul fucking Newman wasn’t meant to sling charred chicory at nine-to-fivers. With those baby blues and gilded locks it wasn’t long before Fimmel was modeling, most notably for Calvin Klein and most times wearing not a stitch. Previously Fimmel has played down his years of modeling, crediting favorable lighting, advanced cameras, and Photoshop for his looks and success. In fact, it’s speculated—and blatantly obvious upon viewing—that Fimmel was the inspiration behind Samantha’s washed-out brick-bod lover—“Jerry” Smith Jerrod—on Sex and the City.

The path winds. “Wound up in L.A., got into an acting class and then that’s where I started acting. I had no idea, never wanted to do this stuff, still don’t really want to do it, mate,” he admits. Fimmel is even-keeled, he exudes a thoughtless vibe, and as much as Fimmel plays it all down, one even has to question how hard he worked to get to his current status. Sometimes his nonchalant nature can come off as arrogant, and it’s easy to imagine he’s often misunderstood, but couldn’t care less; he’s just riding the wave. At first, Fimmel took jobs everyone in Hollywood thought would pay dividends but floundered [see: WB’s Tarzan] until he grew a beard and started swinging an axe. Ah, the farm boy swinging the axe again. It’s in History Channel’s Vikings that Fimmel found his niche, receiving acclaim for his portrayal of the contemplative but merciless, Ragnar Lothbrok, a deep-thinking maniac from Viking Age Europe. There is a swagger to his character that is maintained somewhere within Fimmel. When I ask about his association with Ragnar, he states, “Every guy that I know that fights is always the quietest guy in the room; I just try to think more than talk. You’ll always learn more by listening rather than being the loudest guy in the room. And whatever you do, you do because you enjoy it, so I try to make my character enjoy fighting.”

The path straightens. And so we find ourselves back in that Vancouver hotel room, freezing our balls off with Fimmel, as he’s in the midst of shooting the biggest film of his career. With all the aloofness Fimmel radiates, it piques one’s interest to know what he really is passionate about: “Farming, mate. That’s whatI want to do. I love the country. It’s hard to explain. When you grow up in the country you just enjoy it so much. I love animals and I love trees and anything country.”

And, lastly, that beard that’s quickly becoming his trademark: “It just grew I guess, I couldn’t for ages. I would have loved to grow one when I was a kid, I would have loved to have gone to prom and school and shit with a beard.”

Nothing to do with shedding the barefaced image of your Calvin Klein days? “[Audibly scoffs] Shit. I couldn’t grow one then. Otherwise I would have had one.”

That would have been a different path.

#travis fimmel #vikings #polijake_fim #ragnar lothbrok #travisfimmel

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catherinnn · 2 years

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Whatever I want?

eddie munson x fem!reader

friends to lovers with Eddie where at one of Steve’s parties your friends try to find out if Eddie is a dom or a sub, and when he doesn’t want to answer, you have no choice but to find out yourself.

warnings: SMUT (+18), porn with a little plot, sexual tension, piv, unprotected sex, oral (f&m), fingering, dom!Eddie, idk what else.

3.1k words of pure smut with a the tiniest of plots.

a/n: he's so hot look at this gif omfg

You were at another one of Steve’s famous parties. He threw one every time his parents were out of town. You were very good friends with him thanks to Robin, who had been your best friend since middle school.

Eddie was here too, you don´t even know how, but you convinced him to come. He was also a good friend of yours since freshmen year, then he became good friends with Robin and Steve, Nancy was also in your little group. And thankfully, they all came tonight.

You were currently playing drinking games with them in the kitchen. The music was still very loud here too, even though they were playing it from the living room, where most people were dancing.

Steve had a girl under his arm, she was playing too, and the friend she had come with, a blonde girl who was a little too flirty with Eddie.

You and Eddie weren’t anything more than friends—per say. You two flirted quite a lot, but you are used to brush it off since Eddie flirts with everyone. Your other three friends don’t really agree with you on this though. Even with you two present and clearly listening to the conversation, they would still talk about how thick your sexual tension is, and make comments like “just kiss her already” when you two are talking.

Basically, you aren’t really in any position to be jealous. Does that stop you? Definitely not. The knot that forms in your chest every time she makes a comment about his tattoos or his hair shows it very clearly.

“What about you, Rob? Are you a top or a bottom?” Nancy asks.

“I’m very much a virgin still, so I have no proof of this, but I think I’d like the bottom position”

“Same” you answer and take a sip out of your cup.

“Really?” Nancy asks you this time.

“I mean, versatile, but I prefer bottom too”

“Thought you’d be on my side, I prefer to be on top, always” Nancy answers.

“Yeah me too” Steve answers this time. “What about you, Munson? Sub or dom?”

“Why do wanna know, big boy?” he jokes.

“Oh, come on” Steve complains.

“Why are you so interested? Do you wanna know if we’re compatible?” Eddie jokes again and Steve rolls his eyes while Robin starts a debate.

“I think he’s a sub”

“Yeah, totally” Nancy agrees.

“With those looks? No way, do you see the way he dresses? And the music he listens to?” Steve argues.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Robin jumps. “He’s a sweetheart inside, he’s definitely a bottom”

“Yeah, I thinks so too, Eddie, who's right?” Nancy asks him.

“No, I’m having fun with this conversation” he says with a smirk. “I’d like to hear your thoughts though, you’re suspiciously quiet on this topic” He asks looking at you.

“Well, I don’t know the answer, do I?” you tell him.

“Yet” Steve says but you ignore him.

“I’d still like to know what you think” he insists.

“Alright, I’ll have to agree with Steve on this one, even though you are very sweet and caring, I think you’re definitely a top”

“Do we know anyone he has slept with?” Steve asks.

“Why? Do you wanna ask them how is Eddie in bed? That would just be weird, Steve” Robin complains.

“Well, you know what? My room is available for you tonight if you answer our question later” Steve tells Eddie but he just laughs at the odd proposal.

You keep playing, forgetting about the debate. The blondie—whose name you already forgot—keeps flirting with Eddie.

At one point you go to the bathroom, but when you return to the kitchen, your friends aren’t there anymore. You go to the garden of the house that is next to the kitchen, to see if they’re out smoking, but you have no luck. Until you see your longhaired friend coming outside.

“Hey, I lost you for a second” Eddie says.

“I was trying to find all of you”

“Oh, they’re all dancing in the living room, apparently this is Robin’s favourite song”

“And you don’t dance?”

“I’d prefer not, but I don’t even have a partner to dance with” he said looking at you as if saying ‘you weren’t there to dance with me’.

“Oh no? What about that blonde from before?” you say not looking at him.

“What about her?”

“She wouldn’t stop flirting with you, I bet she would have gladly danced with you”

“Well, I’d still prefer to dance with you, and flirt with you too”

You laugh. “Don’t try to be smug, Munson”

“I’m not trying anything, princess! Why? Do you not like flirting with me?”

“I didn’t say that” it was your time to smirk.

“Then, what are you saying?”

“Is that all you do? Flirt? Act all smooth but not do anything about it?”

“Do you want me to do something about it?”

“With the blondie? No.”

He said your name, as if telling you to be serious.

“I want you to do what you really want, and if it is just flirting then fine, a bit disappointing, but fine”

“Whatever I want?” He asked and you nodded, looking at him expectantly. Wanting him to do something, but not telling him what. Leaving it up to him what the next move would be. His call.

He looks at you, still deciding if he should just go for it, he rarely gets what he wants, and this was his perfect opportunity to get it, to get you.

You were in a step of distance, he closed it. Grabbed you with his hand on your cheek, his lips so close to yours, breathing each other’s breath. Until he closed that distance too. He kissed your lips as if he had been waiting for this a long time. He actually had, and you had too, so you kissed him just the same.

Your hands went to his hair, his on your waist pulling you even closer. You breaths getting heavier, showing how exited you two were getting. Eddie stopped the kiss but stayed a centimetre away from your lips.

“Princess, I’d love to do everything I want to you, but if I do it here we’d be making quite a scene”

“Steve’s bedroom” you smiled and only said those two words. That was enough for him to take your hand and walk you inside going upstairs.

“This one” you said and walked with him behind you.

He closed the door behind him and leaned on it while you kissed him again, even more desperate that before. You pulled on his hair and he moaned into your mouth. His hands went under your shirt, feeling all of your skin before pulling the top out of your body. His lips went to your neck, you didn’t even try to contain your breathy moans while he kissed and bit on that sensitive spot.

“mmh, Eds” he went up to your lips again, grabbed you by your cheeks while you pulled your hands under his shirt this time, you felt all of his torso, repeating his process and throwing his shirt next to where yours laid.

He started playing with the straps of your bra. “Can I take this off too?”

You almost moaned just by his breathy voice. Instead, you just nodded, not trusting your voice. He grabbed you by your jaw softly but clearly showing dominance. “Words” he simply said.

“Whatever you want, right?” you challenged.

It was his time to contain a moan and just limited himself to take your bra off. Quickly forgetting about everything in his head the minute he saw your tits.

“Oh, baby” he grabbed a handful of them with both of his hands. “Been wanting to play with these for so long” he whimpered and occupied his mouth with one of your tits, leaving hickeys all around the nipple to then play with it with his mouth, his tongue, his teeth.

“Hmph” you whimpered, biting your lip. Not being able to get words out, getting so desperate by the way he was making you feel.

When he finally felt satisfied—for now—with your tits, he kept kissing his way down on your body, at the same time, he started to walk you to the bed behind you. You fell, with your back laying on it while his lips finally reached their destination. Your skirt.

He grabbed the hem of it, not thinking twice and taking it off of you. His hands now on your ankles went all the way up your legs, feeling all of the skin of your thighs to then grab the hem of your underwear, taking it off too.

“This wet for me?” he teased. “All for little old me?”

“Eds, please”

“Please what, darling?”

“Do something”

“But you said you want me to do whatever I want to you, and I want to tease you so much, hear your pretty little noises and begs”

So he did that, he slowly kissed your legs, then your thighs, and all around your pussy.

Your hands went to his hair. “Please?”

“You ask so nicely, and sound so pretty, I’ll give you what you want, just tell me” he said. “Tell me what you want”

“Y-your mouth” you said. “Your mouth on me”

He didn’t respond, he immediately ran his tongue all over your slit, collecting all of your juices, and then moaned at the feeling of you on his tongue, the taste of you on his tongue. Swallowed and went straight to attacking your clit with his mouth.

“Mmhh, yes Eddie! Just like that” you pulled his hair at the feeling. Started to move your hips to follow his pace but he quickly pulled his arms around you to keep you still.

“Oh, oh, don’t stop” he wasn’t even planning on it, but you said it just to make sure.

His right hand went to your hole, putting two fingers in. You moaned his name in response and he moved them up and down inside you, curling them just to make you jump.

He kept playing with your clit the perfect way, until all became too much and you felt yourself getting so close to your first orgasm of the night.

“Eddie, Eddie, I’m so close”

“Come for me” he practically moaned. “Come all over my face”

And you did exactly that, moaning—no, screaming his name along with some curses.

He didn’t stop until he got all of your juices on his mouth—and all over his cheeks and chin and his nose.

He looked up to your face and it must have been your favourite sight ever. Shirtless Eddie with his face all covered in you, a big smirk showing his teeth, and smug eyes looking right into yours, with one arm wrapped around your hips to keep you from moving and the other under him whose fingers were just inside you.

You took another deep breath to calm you down after that orgasm you just had, and a little bit to calm you down after such a sight.

He sat up in front of you and you spoke again.

“I think it’s a little unfair that I’m completely naked and you’re just shirtless”

He laughed. “I just gave you the best orgasm in your life and you’re still complaining?” the teasing is back. He knows he gave you your best orgasm because, before tonight, let’s not forget you were—are?—best friends, and you have complained several times on how the guys you’ve been with have roughly made you come before.

“I’m not complaining, I just think it’s my turn to give you yours” you said seductively and he laughed again at the comment. He started to take his belt off, then unzipping his pants—all while looking directly at you—he put them down a little bit and before he could go to his boxers, you stopped him.

“Off. I’m completely naked, it’s only fair”

“Baby, I think you’re confusing our roles here. I’m the one who makes the orders” he said but he took his pants off anyways, then teased you a little bit playing with the hem of his boxers, your eyes went back and ford from his face to his underwear, wanting him to just take it off already.

He pulled them down and off of his body. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the sight of your best friend’s cock—big cock.

You sat up, with his dick right in front of your face, and you did the only thing that was running up your mind in that moment, you grabbed it and started kissing it, looking up at his eyes while his head fell back with a groan. You started liking, kissing until you put the tip into your mouth.

“Mmhh babe” he moaned but pulled you back quickly. “I wanna cum after I’m inside you” he laid you back down and positioned himself in between your legs, you wrapped them around him, he lowered more to be on top of you.

You started kissing again, Eddie thought for a minute that he wanted to tease you a little more to hear you beg for his cock, but at the same time, he was so hard it was painful, he needed to be inside you as soon as possible.

He ran his tip all over your pussy, and then finding your hole, he slid right in. You both moaned in unison and then he kept sinking inside you, every inch until you felt his hairy pelvis against your cunt.

“Can I move?” he whispered next to your ear after a few seconds to let you adjust.

“Please”

And so he started to thrust inside you, slowly but deep at first, feeling every inch of him. With his grunts right next to your ear, and your gasps next to his.

Then he moved his pace to a faster one, your nails against his back, marking him just like he did to you a few moments earlier.

“Oh, baby” he started. “Feels so good to be inside you, do- you know how many times I’ve thought about this, about you like this, moaning and g-gasping under me, so tight, so f-fucking good”

“Eddieeee” you whimpered.

“Feel so good around my cock” you moaned again and he pulled your legs on his shoulders, feeling even deeper inside you.

He grabbed your tits again, squeezed them and slapped one of them. Watching them bounce at every thrust he made, watching your mouth opened, gasping, moaning for him, your eyes shut, and your nails digging into the skin of his arms around your legs. It all felt so. fucking. good. He doubted he could last much longer.

“Baby, I’m not gonna last” he said when he started stroking your clit, he moved your legs back down to his waist, so he could kiss you again, stayed as close to you as possible, glued to your body. “Your pussy fells so good on my cock”

He kept kissing your lips, stroking your clit, thrusting into you until it all became too much for you.

“Eds! Oh fuck, I’m coming, Eddie”

“Yes, come on my cock, show me how good it feels”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes, Eddieee” You moaned while you felt yourself coming.

He kept going, thrusts very sloppy at this moment, kissing every inch of your skin he could find, your lips, cheek, neck, all of them.

“Mmh, baby, I gotta pull out” he said so you could unwrap your legs from his waist, but you didn’t move. “Babe, I’m coming! Let me pull out”

“Come inside” you said. “Wanna feel you”

“Oh, you can’t just say things like that, fuuuck”

You felt his cum filling you. He fell on top of you, both recovering from your orgasms, trying to catch your breaths.

You felt his arm wrap around you after a while, hugging you. You cuddled back to him, hugging him by his neck. You stayed there, brething heavily with him still inside you.

“That was- fuck-“ he tried to say.

“Yeah” you agreed.

He called your name. “I’ve been wanting to do that with you for so long” he laughed and you hugged him tighter.

“Me too, Eds” You left kisses on his ckeeks softly, not wanting this moment to end.

“You gotta stop with the sweetness while I’m still inside you because I’ll get hard again” he warned you and you laughed.

You turned your head to the nightstand, looking at the clock that was on it. “It’s still pretty early” you said.

“Wanna go downstairs again?” he suggested and you nodded.

“And when this party is over you can come back to my place, how does that sound?” you said.

“Literally perfect” he said. “Can we do this again?”

“I’m giving us a moment to recover now, and then you’re gonna fuck me again on my bed… and tomorrow morning taking a shower maybe?”

“You’re gonna be the death of me, fuck” he joked. “I’m taking your word for it, princess”

“Scout's honour”

You got dressed and went downstairs again.

“Look who decided to show up!” Robin cheered once she saw you two. “What were you doooing” she sang, you both kept quiet and smiled at the teasing.

“Oh man, I thought you had left!” Steve said.

“And miss the opportunity you gave me to use your bed, Harrington? No way” Eddie said.

“Wait… seriously?”

“What did you think we were doing when you saw us come down?” You asked, amused by his state of drunkenness.

“Oh man, seriously?!” he complained.

“You said I could use it!” Eddie defended himself.

“Yeah, but on the condition that you tell us if you’re a top or a bottom!” Nancy accused him. “So? What is it, Munson?”

He didn’t say anything and turned his head to you, looking at you expectantly. “Yeah, what is it babe?”

“Steve and I were right” you said and said boy started to cheer, already forgetting about his bed situation, so stocked about being the one that was right.

Eddie started laughing at his yelling and jumps and then talked again.

“I have to say though, they weren’t entirely wrong” Eddie said referring to Nancy and Robin, who looked so annoyed. “I’m still versatile, but I do prefer being on top”

“Hmm, I didn’t get to see that other part, guess I’ll have to keep trying then” you said to him.

“Please do” he quickly said and kissed you again.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson +18 #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson imagine #dom!eddie

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albertasunrise · 1 year

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Bad Way - Chapter 7

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Summary: IG-11 Knew that the Mandalorian was in a bad way. The Bacta spray would heal his wounds in time but only if he didn’t overdo it and unfortunately that wasn’t an option for them right now.

Pairings: Din Djarin x Cara Dune

Warnings: Injury, Angst

Notes: I wrote this ages ago and thought I’d share with you all on here 😘

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Din’s body continued to seize over the coming days, his body getting weaker and weaker with each attack. Cara and Omera were at a loss at what to do. They were simple farmers on Sorgan, they had only basic medical supplies and certainly had no way of finding out what poison was used. Cara thought back to when the child healed Greef from poisoning and wondered if he could help Din but then scolded herself for thinking it. She couldn’t put the baby at risk to save her friend. She now sat at his side as Omera took a break from watching him. His breathing was weak and irregular, more like quiet wheezes than anything else. The poison was spreading and the blue mark had now spread to his collar bone and partially down his arm.

‘Come on buddy you gotta fight this.’ she said as she placed a playful punch on his arm.

He did not react and Cara’s heart shattered. In the small amount of time, she had known the Mandalorian she had come to respect him… care for him… dare she say love him? She knew that he didn’t look at her that way. He probably didn’t look at anyone that way but she had felt herself becoming drawn to him. The mystery of who he was beneath the mask. The longer he stayed in this comatose state the more she worried that he would slip away from her, they needed to find someone with experience with poisons or they would lose him. Cara stood and made her way outside of the cabin, leaning against the doorframe so that she could still watch him from her new position.

‘How is he?’ came a voice as Caben walked up to the woman with a sad expression plastered across his face.

‘He’s still unconscious.’ Cara looked at Din and then at Caben again ‘We need to find someone that has experience treating poisoning. If we don't figure out what poisoned him and how we can treat it he’ll die.’

Caben gasped at her reply, mouth agape as he tried to think of a reply.

‘There's a woman in town… she’s a healer.’ came a voice as Stoke stepped out from around the corner.

‘What's her name?’ Cara stepped towards the other man, grabbing the scruff of his shirt and pulling him closer.

‘I don’t know her name but I know where she lives.’ he stuttered, letting out a huff in relief when Cara let him go.

The three of them suddenly looked to the doorway of Omera’s hut as a loud crash sounded from inside. Sprinting through the entrance they found Din convulsing on the floor, white foam tinged with blood running down his neck as his helmet banged on the floor with each violent movement. Cara fell to this side and grabbed his shoulders before glaring at the two men as they watched in horror.

‘Help me’ she growled, motioning for them grab his arms and legs.

The two men fumbled about, finally holding the Mandalorian down as he thrashed on the wood floor and looking at each other with horrified expressions as the hunter seized in front of them. After what felt like hours to the three of them Din’s body finally calmed and they were able to lift him back onto the bed. Cara then grabbed a bowl and cloth from the kitchen and went about cleaning the froth and blood from his neck and chest.

‘You need to take me to this woman today!’

‘It will take us a day to get there and a day to get back!’ Exclaimed Stoke as he looked at the Mandalorian whose chest heaved with exhaustion.

‘We have Mando’s ship!’ Cara stood, grabbing her blaster she stepped towards the longhaired man ‘Just tell me where to fly.’

Omera was taken by surprise when Caben practically dragged her from the pond she was working from. The man's eyes were frenzied as he pulled her to one side.

‘The Mandalorian…’ he stuttered as his eyes flitted between her and the hut where he lay ‘He was shaking, badly!… Stoke is taking her... Cara to the town to find a healer but he needs to be watched.’

Omera wasted no time jogging back to her hut. Entering she found Winta was by his side, the child in her arms. She smiled as she saw her mother walk in, jumping up she hugged her tightly around the waist but there was a touch of sadness in the child’s eyes.

‘Is he going to die, momma?’ Omera looked at her daughter sadly.

‘No sweetheart.’ she replied but she felt that she was trying to convince herself more than anyone else ‘Why don’t you take the boy outside to play, he shouldn’t have to see his father this way.’

Winta nodded and skipped out the hut, but the sadness in her eyes never left. Omera watched her daughter as she sat down with the other children, laughing and clapping as the child waddled after a frog. For a second Omera let herself smile as she watched the small green creature. It was so innocent and she wondered if he knew that his protector was slipping away. He had been through so much and her heart broke for him. She honestly didn't know how he would deal with the Mandalorian dying on him. Her attention was drawn back to her patient who had started to shiver. She touched his skin to ensure it wasn’t because of fever then brought him another blanket. She took a seat next to him and watched him for a good while. The woman started to study him, taking in his strong frame, how defined the muscles in his arms were and his chiselled chest. She was glad he was unconscious or he would have seen her cheeks flushing as she imagined what the rest of him looked like. To distract herself from her thoughts she started cleaning the hut but always kept one eye on Din. He didn’t stir.

It was nightfall by the time Cara returned. The healer was an old woman. One of few words but she had a wisdom about her that gave her hope, she needed that. Landing the Razor Crest they walked briskly back to the village and Omera’s cabin. The Mandalorian’s breathing had gotten weaker in the time that Cara had been gone, his skin paler.

‘I need more light.’ stated the healer as she perched herself on the chair beside the bed and pulled it closer.

The villagers pulled together to fetch some lamps and take them to the hut, bringing to light the true state the Mandalorian was in. The blue mark had spread halfway across his chest now and his skin had gone from a golden tan to pale white. The healer then started to inspect the warrior, placing two fingers on her neck to feel his pulse.

‘I know what he was poisoned with and I can treat it.’ she stated plainly as she looked up at the two women beside her.

‘That's great!’ Cara grinned as she looked at Omera but her smile dropped when she looked back at the healer.

‘I can treat the poison but this man is on the cusp of death.’ she continued, her face like stone ‘The damage has been done. This man has clearly taken a beating, I don’t know if he has the strength to survive… It will be down to his own pure will to live.’

Cara’s stomach dropped as she glanced at Omera, noticing the tears forming in the woman's eyes. She had seen how she looked at Din, she was clearly in love with him but they both knew that Din was a man of honour and he would never put his own wants above the child or the creed.

‘Now leave me.’ Spat the woman as she waved them out the room ‘I need space to work.’

The two women shuffled out the Cabin but they took a seat out front, not wanting to stray too far from the Mandalorian. Winta handed the Child to Cara and then cuddled up on her mother's lap. They didn’t speak a word to each other, just listened to the woman mutter to herself as she worked. Cara looked at the delicate little creature in her arms. She remembered when she’d said that she didn't do the baby thing but now she felt herself not wanting to let him go. She decided at that moment that if Din wasn’t to survive this she would make sure the kid was safe, even if that meant caring for him herself. After a few hours, the old woman emerged from the cabin, rubbing her tired eyes as she stopped in front of them both.

‘I have done all I can for him.’ she looked at Omera and then at Cara, her expression still void of emotion ‘Could I bother you for lodging tonight and a ride to town tomorrow?’

‘Yes of course’ replied Omera as she pushed Winta from her lap and stood.

‘I would prefer a lift on your cart and not on that dreadful ship.’ she continued, her lip curling slightly in amusement.

��Of course’ Omera held out her hand, motioning for the lady to follow her.

Cara watched as the women walked in the direction of another cabin before standing and heading inside. Din lay there, very much in the same state he was in before. His breathing was still weak but she noticed that the blue mark had started to fade already. Sitting on the edge of the bed she placed the kid down beside him and watch as he waddled into the crook of his father’s arm, lay down and cuddled up into him.

‘You need to fight for him.’ she said softly as she placed her hand on his leg, watching the shaky rise and fall of his chest ‘He needs you, you can’t leave him now.’

She hadn’t expected a response but there was still a part of her that hoped for one. For him to turn his head and say her name. She wished she could give him the strength to fight but she couldn’t. It was down to him now.

Morning came and Cara became aware she was laying on something soft. Cracking her eyes open she realised she was on top of Din. Why didn’t Omera wake me? Sitting up suddenly she clocked two big brown eyes staring up at her and she smiled.

‘Morning you.’ she said sweetly as she ruffled the thin hairs on his head.

The child chirped happily at that, smiling up at her as he squeezed his eyes shut in delight.

‘How’s your father doin’ hmm?’ she questioned as she looked at Din.

He wasn’t much different to the night before save for the blue mark that was almost completely gone now. Breathing was still a struggle and his skin was still ghostly pale. Cara let out a sigh before picking up the child and poking her head through the doorway. Noticing Omera working away with the other villagers and Winta playing with the other children. She sat down on the chair just outside, her eyes still glancing back at the comatose Mandalorian.

‘Good Morning.’ the sudden voice made Cara jump and she looked up to see the healer staring back at her.

‘Good Morning.’ she replied as she started to push herself up.

‘Don’t get up on my account.’ Said the woman as she raised her hand up to stop her ‘How does he fare?’

‘The mark has almost gone but his breathing is still weak and his colour has not returned’ replied Cara as she turned her head to look at him.

‘As I said, his body has taken much abuse.’ Cara looked back at the old woman, eyes red with fresh tears ‘He has a long road ahead of him.

‘If he survives to dawn tomorrow then I think he shall live.’ She finished, a small smile touching her wrinkled lips ‘He is lucky to have so many that care for him. Something unusual I believe for a Mandalorian.’

Cara chuckled at that which allowed one single tear to escape.

‘Sit with him… speak to him’ she said softly as she looked down at the child ‘Let him know he is loved and I think he will fight.’

Cara smiled at her sadly and stood from her seat.

‘Thank you for everything you have done.’

‘You are welcome.’ she paused as she pulled her shawl tighter around her narrow shoulders ‘I take my leave now.’

Cara nodded at the woman and gave her smile as she turned and left, heading towards the cart where Caben and Stoke stood waiting for her. Taking the healers advise she walked back into the cabin and sat herself down on the chair at Din’s side, bouncing the child on her knee as it giggled with glee.

‘Come on Mando you can fight this.’ she said as she leaned back in her seat ‘You got blown up and survived, this is a paper cut in comparison.’

She knew that wasn’t completely true but she didn’t know what else to say to him. She’d never been one to wear her emotions on her sleeve and she didn’t know how to tell him how she felt. So she used humour as a defence to hide her insecurities and this situation was no exception. His strained breathing was so loud in her ears as she placed the child down on the bed beside him, watching as the baby once again cuddled into his father. She thought about what the woman had said to her.

‘Let him know he is loved and I think he will fight’

What if she told him how she felt? Would that be a reason for him to fight this?

No, don’t be stupid Cara he doesn’t see you that way! she thought to herself as she shook her head.

Sitting forward in her chair she took his hand in hers. It was strong with long artistic fingers. She laced hers between his and placed a gentle kiss on his hand, his skin soft and warm beneath her lips.

‘Please don’t leave me.’ she pleaded quietly as she let her tears fall freely.

She slept at his side again that night and Omera left her again. She saw how Cara held his hand and she felt a small twang of jealousy but it passed when she thought back to the moment he almost let her remove his helmet. He almost let her look into his eyes. They were just friends, right? He had no romantic feelings for her surely?

Morning came and the village was relieved to hear that the Mandalorian still lived but he was still in a coma. Cara finally left Din’s side and opted to clean herself up on the Razor Crest. In truth, she didn’t want anyone to see her tears. So Omera took it upon herself to watch him.

He could feel a cool breeze against his skin which caused him to shiver slightly. The pain was the next thing he felt but it wasn’t as bad as before, it was bearable. He could hear shuffling around him and he turned his head towards the sound. Cracking open his eyes he was greeted by the child’s big brown ones looking back at him.

‘Well hey you little womp-rat.’ he smiled underneath his helmet and the child squealed in excitement.

‘Mando are you awake?’ came an excited voice as Omera came into view.

‘Yes.’ he replied plainly, his voice still a little weak.

‘Oh thank goodness you had us all sick with worry.’ she stated as she smiled warmly at him.

‘How long have I been out?’

‘Almost a week.’ she stated as she sat down beside him ‘Your shoulder wound was poisoned. You started suffering from seizures but we managed to find a local healer who cured you.’

‘Thank you.’

He pushed himself into a sitting position and winced at his muscles protesting.

‘You still need to rest.’ said Omera as she tried to push him back down.

‘I have rested enough.’ he stated as he slowly swung his legs over the edge of the bed ‘I need air.’

‘Well let me help you at least.’ she stated as she helped him to his feet.

He nodded in appreciation and limped towards the door, Omera keeping a grip on his arm to steady him. He was glad of his helmet as he walked out of the hut into the bright sunlight. The village cheered as he stumbled out onto the porch, one hand grabbing a chair to steady him. Winta burst into tears and ran straight up to him, wrapping her arms around his middle and squeezing him tightly.

‘I’m so happy you're alive.’ she said as she pulled her head away so that she could look up at him.

Din nodded at the child, looking at her with a mixture of shock and confusion. Not that anyone could see.

‘Winta let the Mandalorian sit.’ said Omera as she guided him to the bench to his left.

Helping him lower himself down she sat next to him but she didn’t let go of this arm. Her smile stretching from ear to ear. The villagers started to go about their business again and Din turned his attention back to Omera.

‘I apologise for Winta.’ She said as she looked at her hands around his arm ‘She witnessed you having a seizure and it scared her greatly. She has been praying for your recovery.’

‘That must have been horrible for her.’

‘Yes.’ she replied ‘But it’s okay now. You have returned to us and you’re on the mend.’ she finished as she squeezed his arm.

Cara walked through the tree line, glittering silver armour catching her eye and her heart started to pound. As she got closer she saw Omera at his side, the two of them looking at each other, his hand in hers. At that moment she wanted to curl up into a dark corner and disappear. She considered turning back but Din turned his head and they locked eyes with each other. No escaping now.

‘You’re awake!.’ she said, plastering a fake smile on her face ‘Nice nap?’

‘Had better.’ he replied, tilting his head as he spoke.

‘Good to see you up and about Mando’

‘Good to see you too Cara.’ Her heart skipped a beat at his saying her name ‘Do you mind if we speak in private.’

‘Of course.’ she said as she helped him stand and walk back into the cabin.

‘Thank you for saving me.’ he started as he placed his hand on the table to steady him ‘And for taking care of the kid.’

‘You would have done the same for me.’ she shrugged, trying desperately to hide her emotions.

‘Yes I would,’ he replied, his voice cracking slightly.

Cara looked up at him, a little hope filling her eyes at his reply.

‘What do you want to do now?’ she said changing the subject.

‘Well Moff Gideon is dead so I’d like to think the baby is safe now.’ he started, lowering himself down so that he was sat on the edge of the wood table top ‘I think we could probably stay here a while.’

Stay here with her

‘What about you?’ he asked

‘You know me Mando, can’t stay in one place for too long.’ she jested ‘I think I may head back to Nevarro. Greef offered me a job in the guild. Seems like a good career choice for me.’

‘Oh okay.’

Was that sadness in his voice?

‘Well I hope you stick around for a little while.’ he said, changing his tone again ‘The kid will miss you.’

The kid will miss me? her heart sunk at that statement. Not you.

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theanoninyourinbox · 2 years

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Welcome back to Hypokits time!! Let’s get to the goods! Anonymous asked for FireBramble, @floofyboi57 asked for Bramble+Trans!Rowan, @the-cryptid-moth asked for Trans!FireDust, and @fernstarsblog asked for longhair/scot fold Misty+wirehair Trans!Green, longhair/Savannah NB!Tiger+Misty, and RavenSilver!

In the first AU, Rusty joins Thunderclan as a kit because his uncle Coldstep brought him and his brother Cloudy after their mother Ruby abandoned them. They were raised in the nursery alongside Ashkit and Fernkit, and Firepaw and Bramblepaw became close after he saved Swiftpaw from dying.

In the second AU, Bramblepaw goes to Shadowclan instead of Tawnypaw. He supports Rowanpaw’s Gender Choices, and the two save Stonefur.

In the third AU, Rusty joins Thunderclan because they support her Gender, and Dustpaw goes all Tsundere you fool you buffoon I don’t like you, now stop being so attractive!

In the Fourth AU, Mistyfoot and Greenflower just enjoy each other’s company, and like making flower crowns for each other.

In the fifth AU, Tigerkit is born just when Bluefur realizes she’s pregnant. One day, she catches Pinestar attacking his own kit, huddled behind the body of their mother, and a furious Bluestar accidentally kills Pinestar, on his last life. In a horrified panic, she snags Tigerkit and her own kits, and bolts for Riverclan. Tigerpaw grows up adoring Bluefur, Oakheart, and Crookedstar, and falls for Mistyfoot hard. He never becomes leader, deciding to be the most Supportive Warrior Ever. Mistystar finds the orphaned Weaselkit next to the savaged body of his mother; Tigerclaw finds a Thunderclan warrior (Probably Thistleclaw) attacking a group of kittypet kits, and they launch the warrior into a tree, scoop up the kits, and carry them all to their new home.

In the last AU, Ravenpaw isn’t related to Dustpaw; instead Coalpaw/Firepaw is Dustpaw’s sibling. Tigerclaw is actually decent, if a bit heavy-handed, and they have a decent relationship. Ravenpaw falls into the stream, and Silverpaw goes uwu a soft sensitive boy! And he’s single ohoho~ Crookedstar and Bluestar work out a treaty because they care and are Reasonable Adults, so Silverstream survives the birth, but can’t have any more kits.

Enjoy your characters!

#Warrior cats #hypokits #fireheart #brambleclaw #rowanclaw #dustpelt #mistyfoot #greenflower #Tigerclaw #ravenpaw #silverstream

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speedwayy · 1 year

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Dirk Bogarde on the Beatles

Q. You’ve gone on record as saying that conformity is one of the curses of the British people. Yet, at the same time, you complain that glamour today is being non-conformist; you cite longhaired pop-groups and way-out films where the camera never stands still.

A. I do think we’re far too conservative and conformist. As for the long-haired pop-art people being non-conformist-well, are they? They’re merely copying others, such as the Beatles.

Now the Beatles are not boring at all. They’re brilliant, way above everybody else in their field. Trouble is, so many others with much less talent attempt what the Beatles do so well. And they fail. They should try something new. The Beatles were responsible for the trend and a new method of music. Nobody can follow them.

As for the roaming camera-that was a trick that people have used rather glibly in the past. But, thank Heavens, new techniques have brought different methods.

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Q. Finally, in a world of non-stop pop and ever-shrinking mini-skirts, what real future can a serious, dedicated actor such as yourself look forward to?

A. Ah, we’ve got to be careful what we say about pop. I think some of it is marvellous. The Beatles are simply marvellous. And miniskirts on the right bodies are great. But really, isn’t it all just part of a present-day trend?

Things alter and one must alter with them. There’s always a future to look forward to. Something new to do, something different to experiment with. And we must all keep up with youth because if we don’t, then we’re going to get old and finished.

- 1967 Interview with Showtime magazine.

#the beatles #dirk bogarde #interesting read all round but i just cut the beatles parts lol

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aussiewarriorcats · 1 year

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My blog is very new, but i thought I might as well share my favourite of the four clowders at the Gully.

This is Stone Clowder!

(names and designs subject to change)

Stone Clowder cats are hefty: ugly, short cats with plenty of muscle. They are warlike and enjoy picking fights. Good Combatants receive the honour of cropped ears to help them fight better. Or at least, that’s how the stories go.

Stone Clowder cats have the furthest to trek to the Dusk Meetings, and they often must send their Combatants out in the early morning in order to reach the Meeting Place by nightfall. Because of this trek being so long, they send only their most physically powerful Combatants.

Stone Clowder has a reputation for being muscular, unfriendly, and snappy. They tend to have monochromatic pelts, with black being favoured. They make their camp on the side of a cliff, taking refuge within the cracks and coves of the cliffs.

Stone Clowder Combatants hunt mainly birds, taking their eggs rather than hunting them directly. They rely on rainfall for water, as they don’t have easy access to the river.

In battle, they use their shortness to their advantage, diving beneath other cats. They occasionally resort to throwing other cats off the cliff. Despite their reputation, Stone Clowder avoids conflict where possible, but are fearsome fighters when pressed.

Allegiances (with kit names)

Commander: Ryestem (Rye) – Thickset black and white molly (She/Her) with scars along her shoulders and face, and amber eyes.

Lieutenant: Sootbird (Soot) – Tall, muscular black and white molly (She/Her), with scars stretching from her jaws to her amber eyes.

Healer: Dandeliontuft (Dandelion) – Grey and cream dilute tortoiseshell tom (He/Him), with dark green eyes.

Trainee: Mole – Very deep brown and white tom (He/They) with amber eyes.

Councillors:

Lilypad (Lily) – Golden and grey tortoiseshell genderfluid cat (She/He/They), with amber eyes.

Flyclaw (Fly) – Spotted dark grey tabby molly (She/They), with green eyes.

Trainee: Juniper – Massive black and white tom (He/Him), with yellow eyes.

Tawnywhisker (Tawny) – Enormous brown tabby and white molly, (She/Xe) with green eyes.

Trainee: Sun – Small black molly with golden tortoiseshell markings

Combatants:

Mist – Dilute tortoiseshell tabby tom (They/He) with cloudy blue eyes (Blind)

Shadow – Small black and white tom (He/Him) with amber eyes.

Glade – Huge black tortoiseshell molly (She/Her) with minimal red and white spotting

Bramble – Big dark grey tom (He/Him), with blue eyes and pale grey stripes.

Trainee: Grove – Small dark brown tom (He/Him) with darker brown markings.

Nestmaker:

Suntail – Small, slender black molly (She/They), with a bright red tail.

Nesters:

Spark – Elderly, longhaired molly (She/Her) with blue eyes and thick red tabby fur. Nursing five kits: Possum, Bettong, Dingo, Kangaroo, Potaro

Wheat – Cream, fluffy molly (She/Her), with amber eyes and an underbite. Caring for two kits: Taipan, Tiger

Retirees:

Marshpuddle (Puddle) – Muscular black-and-white molly (She/Her), with huge scars across her face.

Snowdrop (Snow) – Large white tom (He/Him) with minimal black markings.

Patchheart (Patch) – Black tom (He/Him), with big white patches.

#stone clowder #the gully #warrior cats #wc #ocs #warrior cats ocs #warriors oc #wc oc #warriors #waca #fanclan

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lets-make-warriors · 1 year

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So, here’s the final results from a bunch of polls so far! (I accidentally made the clan poll week-long, so don’t forget to check on that and vote if you haven’t already!)

Our main character... Is a Medicine Cat apprentice, they are both colorpointed and tortoiseshell, and they are mostly red and black where they have markings. They are tall, bulky, longhaired, baby-faced, and scarred!

They... are somehow both chaotic good and chaotic evil... so we’ll settle for chaotic neutral, unless you guys want to just have another poll between chaotic good and chaotic evil.

The things they care about, in order of most to least cared, are knowledge, their loved ones, adventure, purpose, safety, fame, power, and justice. They also seem to not care at all about the truth; we’ve got a liar on our hands.

Feel free to submit art based on that appearance if you have ideas! I’ll draw up my own interpretations and vote on which is closest to what we all want, but of course it won’t be strictly the only designs allowed, we’re here to have fun after all! Next polls coming up shortly <3

#warrior cats #poll #lets make warriors

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mysticalstreamsalutations · 2 years

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So I haven’t talked about the good shit in a while.

TW ed mention (no this isn’t the good shit, but this post isn’t going to be one for toxic positivity, & I’m not sorry for it.)

I know this: Sometimes life gets heavy. I mean, unbearably so; especially with this world in a state of crisis as it currently is. One soul crushing thing keeps happening, after the other, + sometimes, all at once. It takes a fuck lot to simply not collapse under the devastation, injustice, & losses we have collectively been subjected to the past few years. And it wasn’t fucking easy prior to this either; I will not act like it was. Mentally and emotionally, many of us have felt at the end of our ropes; completely emotionally, and mentally desolate. But. I just wanted to take a moment, and speculate on what I am GRATEFUL for right now, because it is absolutely necessary for every form of recovery I am trying to achieve. (ie: alcoholism, disordered eating, self loathing.) so here is a list of things I am grateful for, in no particular order: - A partner who loves me unconditionally, and without hesitation - which is something I had not had before. Major bonus: his fur babies accept me too. My love, & his boys have become family. 🏳️‍🌈 - A Home that truly feels like my own. But also ours. Somewhere I can be my saddest, weakest, and downtrodden-est, and it is still enough. I am still enough. - Parents/siblings who love me, despite not always understanding me. They genuinely give a damn, and I can see that now. I am of the firm belief however, that no person on this planet is going to make it through life unscathed. The trauma literally starts at birth. And I don’t mean to say that everyone’s lives are the same, or everyone’s pain is. That certainly isn’t the case. But I do feel I was put on this earth to transform, and transmute my soul/energy into its greatest potential. (However painful it may be, and however many cycles it takes.) Do I often feel like I have a purpose? Not really. But I am happy that I have decided, that merely living is enough for me. And I may not see eye to eye with all of my siblings on various things, but I love them all the same. My nieces and nephews are so precious, and wonderful too. I definitely lucked out on that front. - Sobriety from alcohol dependency… k, I’ll just say it - alcoholism. & no, I haven’t had a perfect record, since starting this “journey” at the end of Feb. I’ve had some slip ups. but I feel I should be able to celebrate the fact that I haven’t had withdrawals from alcohol, or even a hangover in 173 days. (I actually only know how many days, because of a Reddit post I made back then.) - MUSIC. 🖤 If you know me, you know there is almost always a song playing in my head. I call it J’s Internal Radio, lol. Although i am personally not musically inclined, I am going to draw from my angsty emo kid self, and say this: music has literally saved my life, more than once. Or rather it has helped me to save my own. P.s. I’m still that angsty emo kid, in my heart. <3 I probably always will be. (Only now I’m bound to wear a mix of black, + very colorful clothing - like an alt. hippie or something). Fun fact: The Paper Kites= currently playing on J’s I.R. - Nature! The only place where my mind can be still anymore. Feet in the river, hands plunging in, (next to @ultraterrestrialstars and Lex the Longhaired Chihuahua) searching for the perfect river rocks to take home, & love, + tumble. That is my happiest of happy places. - My physical health, + body: While I have resorted to some unhealthy coping mechanisms these past 10+ years or so, (& in turn, don’t always give my body the nourishment, + care it needs, & deserves) my body somehow still knows that it will be okay. I can feed myself delicious and nutritious food, & in turn, i shall receive energy, contentment, + eventually, peace. It isn’t easy to take care of something so multitudinous as that which harbors a soul, but I’m not alone, & I am determined. 🖤🤍

Eta: i’m also thankful for the few friends i’ve managed to make, and keep over the years, both IRL, and online. friends i talk to (almost) everyday, and friends i can go mos without speaking to, and when we finally do it’s as if no time has passed. “we communicate through memes” friends, musical soulmate friends, queer friends, smart ass friends, silly phone game friends, foodie friends, “let’s get coffee, and go from there” friends, badass feminist friends. “this made me think of you” friends, sweet as pie friends, “we couldn’t have a surface level convo if we tried” friends. i know it sounds like i have a lot of friends lol, but i don’t. the few i have are comprised of these things though, and i’m very lucky to have them. Quality over quantity, always. My partner is one of my very best friends.

#personal #Ed mention #alcoholism #parent mention #so I guess this is 32 #gratitude #love #growth #overcoming #baby steps #etc #queer relationships #lgbtq+#recovery #music #I’m a scorpio moon and let me tell you - that shit is INTENSE.#sobriety #alcohol free #friendship

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