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anryuuepic · 1 year

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Test Subject: Mercury Bio

Name: Test Subject Mercury

Species: Daryan

Race: Whitescale

Role: A Test Subject of Winterkill Works, whose experimental power, like nearly all of the rest, backfired. A self-proclaimed “logical” man whose short fuse and propensity for holding vicious grudges go against the image he wishes to present. Has a particular animosity toward Mars and Orcus.

Affiliation: Winterkill Works

Gender: Male

Age: 29

Height: 5’10

Appearance: Mercury is a man of average build and slightly taller than average height. His hair is golden blond and worn in a short, spiky cut that constantly looks untamed. His eyes are a light shade of warm-hued gray, and he wears rectangular-framed glasses. The most striking things about him are his perpetual sour scowl and matching nasty glare.

Personality: Mercury is the kind of person who claims to be one thing, but is actually the complete opposite. He insists that he’s a logical, rational sort who has the only working brain amongst the Test Subjects, but the reality is that he’s hyper-aggressive, short-tempered, and dangerously reckless the second something makes him angry. He’s bitter, sarcastic, rude, and has a serious problem with people telling him what to do. Anything that upsets him earns a rapid, violent reaction... and he’s prone to holding grudges for longer than anyone reasonably should. A lot of this stems from a strong sense of pride; Mercury holds himself to a high standard, and he can’t tolerate letting his own expectations down, no matter what the reason for it may be.

Positive Traits: Mercury’s pride is, in some ways, his best trait. Even though it drives him to a lot of his less-than-ideal behaviors, it also makes him want to constantly improve. When he does realize that he’s in the wrong, Mercury makes a genuine effort to improve. He’s surprisingly earnest; when one gets close enough to him, they’ll find that he’s a passionate person with strong emotions and very poor control over them. When he cares about something, he won’t give up on it for anything.

Negative Traits: Mercury’s greatest problem is his snap decisions and lack of thinking. He’s dangerously prone to acting before he thinks, and of all of his issues, that’s what’s given him the most trouble. His arrogance and deluded posturing aren’t much better, though, and his tendency to hold grudges is equally unpleasant. He has a major sadistic streak that he keeps thinly concealed— it most often comes out when someone has particularly earned his ire, and when it does, the results are hard to watch.

History: Mercury doesn’t talk much about his past. The exact reasons are unclear, but it seems that he’s just ashamed of ending up a Test Subject after occupying whatever profession he did in the past. From what the others in the group have gathered, he likely did some kind of bureaucratic job, and it may not have ended on good terms. He refuses to say why he joined Winterkill Works as well, and that seems to be a much more sensitive subject. Overall, he clearly has something to hide about his past.

Relationships: In general, Mercury isn’t on good terms with the other Test Subjects, nor the higher-ups of Winterkill Works. His bad attitude makes him very difficult to be around, and he seems to think of himself as better than everyone around him. He has a notably awful relationship with Mars and Orcus; the three of them are the kind of enemies that can barely be allowed to exist in the same space without a fight of some kind breaking out.

Interests: Mercury likes historical studies, feeling important, and seeing others in pain (when they deserve it). He dislikes being looked down on by anyone, Mars and Orcus, and personal shame. His interests include reading (usually textbooks) and getting into pointless arguments with people.

WW Role: As one of the specially selected Test Subjects, Mercury was given a particular experimental power. In his case, it was the ability to crystalize objects and living beings through a fine mist in his breath. Unfortunately, this mist turned out to be most effective on his own body... and beyond that, he often has to be quarantined when the concentration flares up.

Miscellaneous: While Mercury is far from the “rational” person he thinks he is, he is quite intelligent. He most enjoys subjects just as history and political studies, but his knowledge is surprisingly well-rounded. He doesn’t know exactly what made him despise Mars and Orcus so greatly, but they’re all well past the point of ever getting along. He’ll never admit it, but the quarantine times terrify him— sometimes, he wonders if he’ll ever be let out of the containment cell again. The crystal that grows on his skin also has to be regularly removed, and the process is bloody and highly painful.

Connotative Description: A highly arrogant man who believes himself to be logical, rational, and intelligent, when he’s actually a short fuse with anger issues, a sadistic streak, and a problem with holding grudges.

#Winterkill Works #Mercury #Bio

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salmonghana95 · 2 years

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Ej205 Subaru Engine

You could get prize’s for the blue horse, if you were lucky enough to buy a lot of notebook paper. Breakfast Bars, by Carnation were very similar to the chocolate covered granola bars made by Quaker Oats, which are still sold today. Bubble gum with a cherry-flavored juicy center…not ancient old, was available around 2011 Now it’s gone. And nothing can compare to watching movies in your car. It looks like the rats have nested in it all night. Be sure to pull the windows down before you leave. It looks like rain, and bring in the clothes off the line, too.

Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags that we reused for numerous things. Most memorable besides household garbage bags was the use of brown paper bags as book covers for our school books. This was to ensure that public property was not defaced by our scribblings. Then we were able to personalize our books on the brown paper bags. We had a Mexican gentleman who pulled a wagon up and down our main street on Saturday selling homemade tamales his wife had made. Our town was near an indian reservation so they still had pow wows that we could hear in the distance.

There was a rumor that they were radioactive, which made them even more desirable to some.

Double Delight ice cream bars, long and narrow vanilla w/a tunnel of fudge through the middle….

The myriad of available continent includes multi-lingual public service announcement videos.

After Yi San passed away, he reunited with Deok Im, and both lived out their love in the afterlife.

There were also neon lights that lit up to indicate shorts and gas leaks. When you were ready to buy replacement tubes, the salesclerk would come over and open up a door below the machine that contained brand new tubes in cardboard boxes. When city cousins had to go to the outhouse we’d throw rocks at it or yell “snake”. The outhouse could get so cold, one could hardly do their business sitting on that cold wood. At night Mom would let the girls use a bucket so we wouldn’t have to go to the toilet after dark. Alaska became a state in January, and Hawaii the following August. Alaska was special to us because my dad was stationed there is WW II. I was at the store buying my dad a chamois when Hawaii was announced as a State over the store PA system in August, 1959. Going to school in summer with no Air Conditioning.

Review: 10 Reasons To Watch record Of Youth: Life Lessons, Cameos, And The Different Sides Of Park Bo Gum

https://bestreviewsca.com/allan-jujube-candy_50665/ In retrospect, he had kind of an adult sense of humor which flew straight over our heads, but he was still a really good guy. I really wanted to see how they operated the puppets and played the cartoons. Even though everybody did say “Hi” to me, it just wasn’t the same. According to Subaru, the tumble swirl intake ports enabled maximum gas pressure to be applied to the piston degrees ATDC when the maximum turning moment on the crankshaft occurred, resulting in a greater power output. I probably brushed all the enamel off my teeth, that and I still drink a lot of Coke and Pepsi. I probably put my dentist’s kids through college, despite my bottle cap “system” and all my brushing. And we didn’t need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest burger joint. The Country Store We’d walk to the corner store carrying pop bottles we had scrounged to exchange for penny candy. The store was small and cramped with assorted canned goods,and a bit dark and had a smell all its own with the old wood floors, which no longer showed varnish. Tongs were hanging on the side of the pickle barrels but most kids usually just reached in and grabbed the one they wanted.

Responses To Memories From Earlier Times For Baby Boomers And Others

Ivory Soag Contest- During the Great Depression, the company asked folks to explain “Why I Like Ivory Soap” in 50 words or less to try to win a car. A tremendous number of people spent hours thinking about why they liked Ivory Soap. Hundreds of thousands of people, without any strong threats or coercion, convinced themselves that they really liked Ivory Soap, resulting in more product sold. Essay results were published in newspapers and broadcast on the radio, providing plenty of free positive promotion for P&G. It belongs to the Triticeae tribe and is closely related to both wheat and barley. This picture is an 1878 oil-on-canvas painting by Ivan Shishkin, depicting boundless rye fields in Russia. The canvas hangs in the Tretyakov Gallery in Moscow. I would interpret the ending more like what happened in the afterlife. After Yi San passed away, he reunited with Deok Im, and both lived out their love in the afterlife. One is how their love story ended in actual history. Also offered on their buffet, fried chicken, and fried potatoes. The glasses broke fast, and the towels were cheap. Dreamsicles were orange sherbet and vanilla ice cream….. Candy- Invented in the 1930s by Pearson’s Candy 7-UP bars first came in milk chocolate, then later in dark chocolate….cost a whole dime and were a big treat. A kid’s gourmet bar, seven small squares of different creams and caramel, on one piece of cardboard, covered in chocolate.

#allan jujube candy

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ddaengstudies · 2 years

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Winter Wonderland Studyblr Challenge

I've been gone for some time, so may this also serve you as notice that I am indeed coming back stronger lol. I've just been silently lurking as it has been a pretty rough time but I love seeing everyone's content and know that I'm rooting for everyone.

❄️☃️🌟 INFO.

2021 has been a year, come and gone fast yet somehow not fast enough and as the year wraps up, and the holiday season means for us to reconnect with other people, I thought we could also reconnect with ourselves so may I bring to you a 21 days long challenge that is meant for us to reflect on our year as we hopefully also get to share some studyblr holiday content.

The challenge is starting on November 25th and ending on December 15th HOWEVER feel free to do it whenever you'd like.

Most of the prompts are meant to reflect on our year but if your answer for one day is pretty personal feel free to post the prompt without an answer, the whole thing is about inner work.

The end of the year can be tough to some peeps so know that this a safe place, don't feel obligated to anything, I love you and support you so much! I'm always here for a chat if you need it!

❄️☃️🌟 AIMS.

I'm low-key looking forward to reconnecting with all you beautiful hardworking people.

As I've said before, this is aiming at inner personal work so that we can wind down a little bit with the upcoming end of the year.

❄️☃️🌟 RULES.

If you are planning on being part of this challenge please reblog this post so I can keep a close eye on your content and hype you up!

There are 21 prompts for this challenge however feel free not to post daily/ post whenever it is possible for you/whenever you feel like it.

When posting please use the hashtag #ww studyblr challenge (or #winter wonderland studyblr challenge if you'd prefer but I personally think the last one is kinda lengthy, I'll be monitoring both anyways)

Please be respectful! As most prompts are aimed at self reflection, have in mind that all our contexts are different and we have different insights in life. This is meant to be a safe space

PLEASE use your own original content. It is all about your own work and progress, don't steal other people's work and claim it as your own.

❄️☃️🌟 PROMPTS.

DAY 1. If you were to describe how this year has been for you in a quote (of your own or someone's else's) what would it be?

DAY 2. What is one lesson that you've learned from the events that 2021 has brought to you?

DAY 3. If you're into holiday music/movies/stories go ahead and recommend us a few! If you're not into that, still recommend us something even if it's not holiday-themed.

DAY 4. Tell us a memory you're fond of that happened this year.

DAY 5. This is a break day! hit us with whatever you'd like to share with us while I remind you that I love you so much and I thank you for all of your hard work this year!

DAY 6. What is something that you're leaving behind in 2021 that no longer serves you right for this upcoming 2022?

DAY 7. Looking back to 2020, how far have you come? (no matter how big or small your steps have been or if you've had to pause along the way)

DAY 8. Is there something that you would have done differently this year?

DAY 9. Is there something that you specially like/dislike about holiday season?

DAY 10. Take this day to say something nice towards yourself and all the effort you've put into this year!

DAY 11. What is some advice you'd like to give to yourself from the start of 2021?

DAY 12. We must know, with winter comes a lot of seasonal products, tell us about some of your faves (drinks, food, rituals, fashion, etc)

DAY 13. BREAK DAY! Remember to stay hydrated and let this day be showered with love!

DAY 14. Is there something you're already looking forward to in 2022 (it's okay if you're not, if not then could you picture something you'd like to be looking forward?)

DAY 15. What is something that had sounded so scary when the year started but now... not so much

DAY 16. We're following yesterday's prompt, is there something that comes to mind about 2022 that sounds scary to you?

DAY 17. Tag some people you'd like to congratulate for their hard work this year

DAY 18. What are some things in 2021 that energised you? And some that drained you?

DAY 19. Tell us about something you ventured into this year

DAY 20. Is there something left unfinished this year that you're looking forward to continuing in 2022/ you're leaving behind?

DAY 21. Treat yourself with kindness! Write to yourself as you would a friend in the light of an upcoming new year.

❄️☃️🌟 TAGLIST.

I'm adding the people that reblog this post or reply to it wanting to be added.

Those that choose to be on the tag list will be reminded one day before the challenge starts in case you'd like to start the challenge along with me, it's okay if you start the challenge after/before, I'll still reblog your content so long as you use the tag (the tag might be a reminder of the challenge existence)

#studyblr #studyblr challenge #ww studyblr challenge #studyspo #studyinspo #study motivation #studygram #study notes #study inspo #study inspiration

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canary3d-obsessed · 3 years

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed, Episode 24 part two

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Warning: Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

Arguing

After enjoying a tense afternoon with Lan Xichen, Wei Wuxian comes home to enjoy a tense evening with Jiang Cheng. He pauses in the doorway as he takes in Jiang Cheng’s mood and decides which metaphorical mask he will put on to interact with his shidi. As someone who grew up with explosive people, I find this routine very familiar.

Wei Wuxian is always carefully playing a role as he interacts with the people in his life. Clearly he has read the classic sociology text The Presentation of Self in Everyday Life and is using it as a how-to guide. We see him do this same calculation over and over, in which he reacts internally to a situation, comes to a decision about what persona to inhabit, and then dons that persona. It’s a typical abuse survival tactic and...it is exhausting.

This is why I think his leaving to be alone for a while in Episode 50 is a good thing. Being alone isn’t better than being with someone else, usually, but for Wei Wuxian, who is (by Episode 50) assured of love but not sure where he belongs in his own life, being by himself for a while is going to be the best thing for him. He can learn how to just be a person, instead of constantly trying to mold himself to fit everyone around him.

For the current tense situation, Jiang Cheng is polishing his sword, which, incidentally, is slang (in English, not necessarily in Chinese) for masturbating. Which makes their conversation about how frequently it needs doing kind of a hoot. “One time a month should do,” per Wei Wuxian.

Jiang Cheng yells at Wei Wuxian--fairly, really--for being drunk all the time and not working on clan tasks. Then he responds to a hug attempt by shoving Wei Wuxian and knocking him down. JC asks WW if he’s too drunk to manage his spiritual power. Now, we know that he doesn’t have any spiritual power to manage, and that’s the main point of this interaction. But it also shows us something else about their dynamic.

This was just a quick hit, and when it takes WWX out, JC asks why he isn’t responding with spiritual power. Which means that apparently *every* time Jiang Cheng gives Wei Wuxian a shove or a shoulder check, or strikes him--like he’s been doing constantly since Episode 3--he’s putting spiritual power behind it. That’s...really harsh.

Jiang Cheng wants Wei Wuxian to fight back, and Wei Wuxian can’t; this is a big part of why their relationship breaks down. Casual blows loaded with spiritual power are part of their vocabulary, and Wei Wuxian can’t speak that language any more, even for basic defense. He’s literally not safe having simple interactions with Jiang Cheng now, because he’s secretly disabled, and Jiang Cheng is casually injuring him whenever he gets too close.

(more after the cut!)

This time Wei Wuxian has had enough, and raises Chenqing to Jiang Cheng, who immediately backs off. Jiang Cheng has seen that thing in action, not just on the battlefield, but in a small room full of whatever remained of Wen Chao when they were done with him. He takes this as a serious threat, and backs off, disturbed and puzzled and hurt.

Jiang Cheng thinks the change in Wei Wuxian is coming from apathy, not from disability, and so he misunderstands it over and over. Think of a friend saying “whatever, I’m sick of arguing with you, do what you want.” Jiang Cheng is very ready to feel rejected, and not at all ready to look at Wei Wuxian’s behavior and try to actually understand it.

Crying Over You

Wei Wuxian bails and goes to see Jiang Yanli in the ancestral hall, where she is polishing a name plaque. I turned the gamma way up to see whose it is and...I dunno. This character might be 江 (Jiang), I guess?

Jiang Yanli is the only one of the trio who knows how to mourn properly, in that she is taking some time to sit and be sad. Mourning the dead--both ritually and just in the emotional sense--is as important a part of reclaiming Lotus Pier as the training of disciples and having good times on the lake.

She asks him about his fight with Jiang Cheng and he says he’s used to fighting with him. Jiang Yanli asks him if he’s tired of living there, and Wei Wuxian deflects and deflects, saying “it’s my home, where else would I go?” and that if Jiang Fengmian hadn’t adopted him he would still be begging in the streets. He says “no matter what happens, I won’t leave Lotus Pier,” which is not an answer to her question.

It’s also not true. Like so many of his promises, it’s an expression of his wishes, with no space for the surprises real life is made of. He promises her that he won’t be reckless again, and asks her not to be mad at him. She says she can’t be mad at him, and then they share a flashback about Jiang Fengmian finding him on the street. This is a story, not a memory; Wei Wuxian can’t remember but he remembers her telling him about it. Jiang Yanli wasn’t there, in the moment. So this is her telling the story as it was told to her, probably by Jiang Fengmian.

Flashback Time

In the flashback, picky salad-hating Wei Ying is out on the street, looking for food in a cartload of pretty okay scraps. I mean, yeah, skip the tomatoes, but most of the greens look fine.

He’s found and fed by Jiang Fengmian, who recognizes him and decides to take him in.

Within a couple of episodes, we will see Wei Wuxian paying this favor forward, saving someone he finds starving on the street. Just like Jiang Fengmian, he's going to upset and disrupt his family in order to help someone for whom he feels a deep connection.

During this flashback we get a look at Jiang Fengmian’s sword, and it is a beauty.

What is Love

As the flashback ends, Wei Wuxian is smiling, hearing Jiang Yanli tell this touching story of starvation and orphanhood. She tells him he was born with a smiling face, and that he never minds much about sorrowful things; no matter how bad the situation is, he is always happy. Way to reinforce that metaphorical mask he’s wearing over his deep, deep despair, sis!

They talk a bit about Jiang Cheng’s bad temper. Then Jiang Yanli says now that her parents are gone, they three are the closest in the world, and he responds by putting his head down on her knee and theatrically saying he’s hungry. But he’s crying for real, and so is she.

Then he decides to ask her why people fall in love, basically, and claims that he does not have anyone in his heart. He says there’s no need to like a person that much, that it’s like “haltering your own neck,” according to Netflix. Let’s have a look at that figurative language for a second, and what’s missing from the Neflix translation.

What he says is (as near as my qhanzi.com skills can make out) “這不就是自己給自己脖子上套犁拴韁吗” which Google tells me means "Isn't this just putting a plow on my neck with a rein?" The part of the image that’s missing from Netflix subs is the plow, and the hard labor and animal servitude involved in pulling a plow. This isn’t a pro-romance image.

He’s clearly thinking about Lan Wangji when he lies about having no-one in his heart, but right now the yoke that he wants to escape has nothing to do with Lan Wangji. The person he’s harnessed to in a team, the person who he labors with, the person he wants to escape, is Jiang Cheng. What’s chafing his neck is the promise he made, to stay and serve as one half of a pair, when he can no longer pull his weight.

Busted

Speaking of Jiang Cheng, he is hanging around outside the shrine, listening to the conversation. Wei Wuxian busts him, pointing out not that eavesdropping is bad, but that it’s bad for grownups. Jiang Cheng points out that he’s the master of Lotus Pier so he’s allowed to go anywhere he wants.

(I love how he looks framed by this giant lotus behind him)

We Wuxian has another of those moments where he assesses the best approach to Jiang Cheng before responding.

Then he picks a fake fight with him about soup. Yanli comes out and tells them both to grow up, saying that JC is losing his demeanor as clan leader. He jokingly fixes his already-perfect robe ad they all have a chuckle.

Then Jiang Cheng reminds Wei Wuxian of his promise for the millionth time, and Jiang Yanli goes to make soup for the millionth time. As soon as the boys see that she’s gone, the smiles drop right off of their faces. They’re both performing their typical relationship dynamic for Jiang Yanli.

Being Reasonable

The brothers repair to the main hall, and stand behind the lotus throne looking out of this complicated wall/doorway thingy, while they talk about Jiang Yanli and Jin Zixuan.

Jiang Cheng is being mature and sensible here, trying to give Jiang Yanli what she wants and also explaining very, very basic political stuff to Wei Wuxian, who is too caught up in his hate boner for JZX to want to think about the bigger picture. He also thinks that Jin Guangyao is a nicer person, but Jiang Cheng says that nice doesn’t matter.

Wei Wuxian is getting a full head of steam going about what a jerk JZX is, when Jiang Cheng makes him actually stop and think, by pointing out that it’s not for them to forgive or not forgive Jin Zixuan’s past behavior; it’s up to Yanli.

Wei Wuxian sees the reasoning in this, and starts to say he can’t understand why Yanli chose to like this person, but then he stops himself and goes through a rapid series of thoughtful, uncomfortable expressions.

Perhaps he’s realizing that he himself has chosen to like an infamously stuck-up, fancy cultivator, albeit one with no soup-related character deficits.

Library Time

The stuck-up cultivator in question is currently in the Cloud Recesses library, where he has snuck into the forbidden books room, against his uncle’s express command, for the purpose of helping Wei Wuxian. The forbidden books room is an entire basement floor of the library; it probably has more books than the not-forbidden part of the library, since the main floor needs space for the restrooms, circulation desk, and copy machines.

(Did OP photoshop the Wangxian-in-the-Library porn picture onto Lan Wangjis’ book? She did.)

A couple of other Lans come along and see the main door unlocked. The lock is a big fish that probably uses magic for locking; it definitely doesn’t use a key. One of them steps in the doorway, glances back and forth without walking through, and does not check the secret door to the forbidden vault. Gosh, how did Su She and/or Jin Guangyao ever manage to steal secrets from this highly secure location, wow.

Lan Wangji hears the Lan disciple on guard duty say “don’t tell Hanguang Jun about this!’ and has a series of microexpressions that might indicate some kind of feeling about simultaneously being a rule breaker and a rule enforcer.

Boat Time

We end with an idyllic scene on the lake in Lotus pier, where a new batch of disciples is harvesting lotuses and learning the opposite of boat safety.

Jiang Yanli and Wei Wuxian are having a good time, and seem utterly carefree; both of them are good at living in the moment, or faking it.

Wei Wuxian thinks, in voiceover, that it seems that it’s not so hard to go back to the old days. Uh...ok.

Except he’s hiding a massive secret and these replacement kids are not the same juniors he used to hang out with, and he can’t actually teach them cultivation, since he has no socially-acceptable magic power, and everything is about to go to shit in the next episode. But you gotta take your joy where you can, I guess.

Note: There are a lot of questionable effects in The Untamed, but there are also beautiful scenes like this one, which looks like a Maxfield Parrish painting. Compare with the BTS below and you can see what a good job the VFX team did in bringing this lake to life.

#the untamed #cql #wei wuxian #jiang cheng #the untamed gifs #restless rewatch the untamed #canary3d-original #my gifs

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floating-in-the-blue · 3 years

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First Lines

I was tagged by the best muffin, @merihn

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

from recent to older.

In Your Starlight (Julie and the Phantoms, Willex, Star Trek AU, T, ~46k, ongoing)

Rematerialisation was always a bit of a system shock but usually, you could prepare for the sensation ahead of time. Since all three cadets had been caught unaware, they were now stumbling off the transporter platform, disoriented.

'In Your Starlight' Missing Scene: How to Understand Your Boyfriend (JatP, Willex, Star Trek AU, G, 2k)

Willie was not a good liar and he knew that his feeble excuse of 'needing to check something' didn't sound very convincing. And of course it was bullshit. He'd had all day to check things if things needed checking. So no wonder Alex looked confused and hurt.

Tell Me I Am Yours (JatP, Willex, College AU, T, ~4k)

This had been a stupid idea. That much was apparent the moment Brad opened the door for Alex and called him Patrick, his breath smelling overpoweringly of alcohol and cheese puffs.

ignoring: Starlight Sonata (extended smut chapter from In Your Starlight)

ignoring: Breathe [Extended] (Metal Gear Solid, based on a roleplay so the first lines aren’t mine)

Land of Confusion (JatP, Alex/Luke/Reggie/Willie, Willie joins Sunset Curve AU, T, 1,5k)

They had all agreed that their sound would be better with a rhythm guitarist joining Sunset Curve but when they finally found one, all three grappled with the aftermath of that decision.

Will You (JatP, Alex/Luke/Reggie/Willie, canon divergence AU, T, 9,4k)

Alex had not seen the kiss coming. Which was all the more surprising since he had been waiting for it basically since the day Willie had run him over.

Show Me How to be Whole Again (Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, fanon!Thesesus Scamander/Percival Graves/Credence Barebone, post movie 1 canon divergence AU, E, 7,5k)

A Graves never asks for help.

Percival had discarded most of the things his father had taught him but this lesson had stuck around longer than most.

You don't ask for help. You get where you want by hard work and determination. Needing help is showing weakness and no Graves is ever weak.

Well, fuck that.

The Last Standing (JatP, Bobby | Trevor Wilson, canon compliant, T, 6k)

“Come on.” The voice is distant, muffled by the static in Bobby‘s head. He dimly feels the pressure of a hand taking his, stumbles after the vague outline of the girl and finds himself in a car, feet pushing against empty bottles and knickknack, the scent of cheap air freshener in his nose.

Home is Where My Ghost is (JatP, Willex, post-canon, G, ~4k)

“Willie!” Alex sighed with relief as he spotted the familiar figure on the skateboard. He hadn't been sure where he'd find his friend, had been terrified that Caleb had done something to him in punishment for the boys' escape. But here he was, skating around the same museum he'd brought Alex to just a few weeks earlier.

ignoring: Plot Bunny Crib (collection of short OS)

And then tea (Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley, post-canon, T, 666)

Aziraphale was personally responsible for devouring countless items of food in his time, from cakes to sushi to ice cream. But this had been the first time that he himself had been devoured.

Thursday (Metal Gear Solid, Solid Snake/Otacon, grief fic, G, 778)

“The bed is too big.”

He’s aware of heads nodding even as he continues to stare at his shoelaces. They all know this.

“But a smaller one would seem wrong. No space for him.”

Him is David. Him is also Solid Snake but they don’t know that. For once, it doesn’t matter.

Cancer he said because everybody understands cancer and it’s close enough.

Imperfect Paradise (MGS, Solid Snake/Otacon, missing scene from Battlefield, WW I/WW II AU, G, 1,5k)

Something has been on Hal’s mind for a while now but David doesn’t ask. If Hal wants to confide in him, he will and until then, David will be patient.

Lomqa' (Star Trek Discovery, Hugh Culber & Ash Tyler | Voq, post 2x08 canon divergence, G, 1,3k)

Ash Tyler is horribly familiar with the acidic taste of guilt on this tongue; the way it burns his throat until he hardly knows how to speak anymore. How to breathe.

Guilt is a hungry demon sitting in his chest.

But anger is sitting right beside it, hissing in his veins, his ears, his head. Boiling his blood.

Under My Skin (MGS, Snake/Otacon, florist/tattoo artist AU, E, 11k)

The first thing he notices is the smell. The air is humid and heavy with the perfume of flowers and plants. Hal rubs his glasses clean off the fog and puts them on again to take a look around. It feels like a different world, the noise from the street muffled, like a shop-sized slice of paradise.

Hal sneezes.

31 (Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries, Phrack, post tv canon, G, 8k)

The Honourable Miss Phryne Fisher prided herself in always taking great care in how she dressed. She enjoyed the power that comes from the right fashion and wielded that power well. She also did not believe in hiding her age or her body. And both had been very kind to her throughout the years.

Phryne was always impeccably dressed but this day warranted extra care. It was a special occasion and one she had waited thirty-one years for!

Love Me To the End (Fantabi, fanon!Thesesus Scamander/Percival Graves/Credence Barebone, music AU, G, 550)

The first time Credence heard Graves’ music, he wanted to wrap himself in it, let the voice caress him and keep him safe. Blood on his back and bile in his mouth. But music in his heart.

The Dog Dilemma (MGS, Solid Snake, 50 cats AU, G, 2,6k)

The weather took a turn for the worse as Snake got into the town proper. Rain was beating onto the windshield, rendering the world outside into a blur and maybe he should have picked another day for this but now he'd gotten this far. Besides, it would be dry inside the shelter and Snake was nothing if not weatherproof. He'd gotten through worse inconveniences than rain.

Team Up or Go Home (MGS, Solid Snake & Otacon, pre-Philanthropy, G, 1,8k)

There was snow in his nose. And his ears. Two places that it definitely wasn't supposed to be. He wasn't that much of a fan of snow anyway but when it intruded into his body, he could almost say that he hated it.

ignoring: Love is in the Folds (Doctor Strange’s Cape/Thor’s Cape, crackfic)

The Dress (MFMM, Phrack, canon divergence, T, 1k)

He thought he was prepared by now for Phryne's sartorial arsenal. The luxurious fabrics, satin gliding over her body with every move, furs framing her lovely face, begging, tempting to be touched. Jewellery made of diamonds and sapphires that burnt with an inner fire just like their wearer. He thought that he has seen it all. The lethal dresses full of feminine power, the flowing folds of trousers, the practical yet stylish clothes she dons for more dangerous missions. He has seen the kaleidoscope of colours and patterns to bedazzle all senses and has grown used to it.

But this is new.

Generosity (MFMM, Phrack, canon divergence, E, ~2k)

After kissing Phryne, after finally making it clear how much he wanted and needed her, Jack had thought the rest would be simple. Glorious and exquisite, for sure. Maybe even poetic. But ultimately simple. He hadn’t counted on sudden nerves making his fingers tremble and his cheeks flush. He hadn’t expected how hard it would be to look Phryne in the eyes, those lovely eyes, once they were alone in her boudoir.

Worst Man at the Wedding (MGS, Kazuhira Miller/Ocelot, possibly canon compliant by who knows, T, 1k)

He looked handsome in the tuxedo, there was no denying that. But then, he had always been handsome, no matter the clothes. He'd looked handsome in the blazing Costa Rican sun, wearing only far too small speedos and sweat on his skin, and he'd still managed to look handsome after being cut into pieces, wrapped in blood and dirt and excrements. Though the latter was a look best appreciated from a very far distance! It wasn't really fair, this outrageous beauty, but Ocelot wouldn't exactly have given his right hand and a leg for that particular superpower.

I haven’t done this in a while so this was fun! Thanks again for the tag, darling. It appears I rarely open with direct speech. But I have no idea which one is my favourite opening? So how about you guys tell me which you like best (regardless of whether you know the fandom or context or whatever)? Please?? :D

As for tagging ... puh, most fic writers I know have already been tagged, but let me see who I can pull up from my other, dormant fandoms: @kbstories (hey, look! I remembered your new URL :D), @hot-elf, @firesign23, @bettsican

#yeoyou writes #my writing #long post #willex #ghost4 #otasune #phrack

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doomtodivide · 3 years

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Imagining The Future: Bastille's New Era Analysis

Hello all! The following is taken from the first of my new era update posts on r/Bastillecult. I highly reccomend reading all the posts on there!

Last time I had a few solid guesses with the whole Goosebumps EP transition period, so I figured I would try my luck with this new era. I've broken everything down into a few categories that should hopefully flesh out a sketch of possibilities

Aesthetic: The new logo has a very sleek design. This complete change in aesthetics is very noticable. Bad Blood was filled with literature references, a cozy and nerdy looking dan, and more earthy looking tones. Wild World focused on nihilism, movie references, and an all too realistic dystopian city aesthetic. Doom Days focused on escapism, partying, fucking, and a red and home-y vibes. The lack of color and the clean and sleek look points towards it being a more future oriented era.

Triangle: For a deeper background, I highly recommend reading u/casperwyomingrex 'spost.

The WW era triangle and this new triangle are technically called deltas. While I am by no means a geometry person, I’ve been told by a few math nerds that these triangles are technically not possible in certain plains and spaces, making them impossible. While it is likely that Bastille just needed to explore just slightly outside the normal definition of a triangle to match this aesthetic, the impossible triangle t-shirts hint that there is significance to having “impossible” triangles. This hints that there may be more in common between the WW Era and the Future Era, ie. a dystopian society.

Dystopia: Bastille created an entire dystopian corporation for WW. I remember them saying somewhere they hated the promo and touring process for this album, leading them to switch up the process for DD and the Goosebumps EP. With the record label change and covid shaking up the world, this opens up the opportunity for them to have a redo with this era, especially considering it is a fan favorite era. Many people have pointed out that hint has a vibe similar to black mirror, a sci-fi dystopian show, which would fully support a sci-fi dystopian aesthetic era.

Sound: Though the clip is only 8 seconds long, it gives us some hints about the new era. Bastille once again uses synths for sound, creating a reference to Sci Fi sound effects. The clip mirrors the effect of oscillators to create things like laser sound effects, teleportation, warping, and other “space” noises. I find the juxtaposition of Sci-fi interesting; it was most popular in the early 1900s, meaning Bastille is referencing the past, yet it focuses on the future, which in the lense of Sci-fi, would mean the 2000s and beyond.

In the lens of broadcasting, short interludes are used throughout advertising to the point where many people don’t even think about this. A lot of them are used to hook us in and signify a certain company or thing. In advertisements they are used to signify the company’s presence and to worm the product into our brain. In casinos they are used as a dopamine reward. News stations use them to signify the station. This especially could be relevant in a dystopian society. I’m mentioning this because the clip doesn’t sound full enough to be a song, rather an intro to a news station segment. I find this especially notable considering WW had a news anchor. Looking back, a few videos from wild world could hold significance. This video

has a sci-fi esc clip in the intro.

In Previous Context: In the context of ReOrchestrated, Bastille is no longer letting imposter syndrome or shitty opinions stop them from what they want to do. Meaning they are going full force into the future. There's one specific time during the ReOrch doc where the boys talk about how ReOrch made them realize they could try new shit, even if management thinks it will fail. Dan has spoken in a few interviews now about being excited about collabing (and mentioning relinquishing control to others in the ReOrch doc), a few artists have come forward about working with Dan. While it’s unlikely that every collab we’ve theorized about will go through, Dan Wilson and Ryan Tedder seem to be confirmed in the roster based off of their interviews

When considering the past, a lot of previous songs focus on nostalgia; for example, in Fake it “We can never go back / We can only do our best to recreate.” Post ReOrch and DD, Bastille has worked up enough confidence to push into making their own future, one unlimited by nostalgia and fear.

In the Context of the Goosebumps EP, Inception and Vanilla Sky are both referenced. Both of these movies mark the first time* (to my knowledge

) that futuristic sci-fi has been referenced in Bastille. There is significant overlap with dreaming and time travel, something that could definitely be applied to this era. While it could be coincidental, Bastille has been quite purposeful with using references to add to the era’s aesthetic (see Aesthetic section). Referencing them during a transition period points towards both the literal future (new era) and a new aesthetic.

*Cosmos: War of the Planets and twilight zone have both been referenced but fall into a different category of sci-fi than Vanilla Sky and Inception

In Regards to Distraction Tactics Space Week and WW, alot of it holds very similar aesthetics. This video

from WW also holds a similar aesthetic. Considering DT is linked through space and WW is linked through dystopian this might MIGHT be related.

Hints: It wouldn’t be a new Era without Dan “Soon” Smith teasing us a bit, so here are a few highlights. In this interview

, Dan says “I want to tell you but I can’t! We just want to reflect on the future…” The No Bad Days tweet and the #ToTheSky post likely plays a part in the new era, but the 8 second clip does not have any immediate hints. The art installation in the #ToTheSky post originally caught my interest when it was posted. James Turrel, the artist that created the installation, uses light as a medium to create art. The installation, called the Space That Sees, is described as an “allegory of light that we generate from inside and light that comes from outside: the emergence into space where light comes forth as in a dream." While I have no fucking clue how to interprete this allegory, I imagine space, light, and dreaming will become key players in the new era. A few other notable works of his are the Raethro Pink and Alta Pink, both of which are pinkish purplish white triangles light projections surrounded by inky blackness. The use of Bastille’s triangle logo and a flash of light purple light means there are likely deep ties between the new era and James Turrel’s creations; furthermore, he also acquired a dormant cinder cone volcano to turn into an a museum/observatory using light apertures to observe the solar system, adding further ties to the space and light themes.

Meaning: "You Don't Predict The Future. You Imagine It" I have purposely not used predict in this analysis so I don’t jinx this era. I’ve found a few variations of this saying (You Can’t Predict The Future. But You Can Create It), but all of them seem to point towards creating the future instead of guessing. I imagine not many of my predictions of this era will not be accurate because I am not the one imagining it. I feel like this might also point towards being conscious about what you want out of the future instead of merely guessing where the tides will take you. This could also be like that one story of a kid's drawings turning into real creatures because of the kid imagining it. I feel like “future” and “imagine” point deeply towards sci-fi because of the creative inventions that will take us there. This could also connect to the theory that the survivin’ coin is linked to A.A., and this statement being a motto to help someone escape addiction. Personally, I feel like this clip is the beginning of some sci-fi choose your own adventure video game, but that's my own opinion.

My Personal Crazy Conclusion: It wouldn’t be a post from me without me shooting out some crazy theories. A Light Cult Utopia. That's right. It would be the opposite of WW, meaning it would be new territory for Bastille and it would break a mold (ReOrch doc). It would also give Dan the ability to be more positive then he has been in the past, while also allowing for his normal cynical undertones. Bastille is purposeful with their references, meaning the Jonestown reference in DD might have a bit more purpose behind it. The lighter colors used in the clip would point to happiness. Considering utopias are “imagined” it would fit the phrase in the clip. Sci-fi would also fit into this as being imagined. Considering there are a few space references, I imagine that humans have imagined perfect spacecraft, further fitting sci-fi and a utopian society. Also, Dan collabed with Future Utopia on the track “What’s In A Name?” That's right, what’s in a name? The name being Future Utopia? An entire new era being the name? That right cultists, Dan ”Soon” Smith snuck this under our noses the entire time that bastard.

Summary Statement: This new era will likely bring collabs from an entirely new approach. A Sci-fi dystopian (or utopian) world, one focused on dreaming, light, and space will likely be the aesthetic for this era.

Loose ends: I am only one human, meaning I physically could not rewatch Inception and Vanilla Sky while also researching James Turrel, so there might be a few things I missed in my brief look at them. If anyone would like to read 1984 by George Orwell through the whole dystopian thing, there might be a few connections there.

Based on some things I’ve heard from a little birdy, expect some big non-album projects that tie in with this era and other things….

Special thanks to u/0verjoyed and @ ja9zimm on twitter

#bastille band #bastille #bastillecult #dan smith #kyle simmons #chris woody wood #will farquarson #long post

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batfamscreaming · 3 years

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Wonder Woman 1984 spoilers.

I feel like WW1984 suffered from a lot of the same editing issues that WW 2017 did, but with only enough content for a 90 minute movie. It's only 10 mins longer than the first movie, but it feels like it goes on for much longer, and part of that is a lot of superfluous scenes that could've been cut or done differently to tighten it up, and made themes a lot more apparent and maybe have fewer confusing messages. (Again, not 'complex' messages, just confusing.)

For example: the opening scene is beautifully shot and whoever is doing the 'from below as Diana runs over rooftops/poles/etc' shots? Amazing, change nothing. But also the opening scene is pointless and doesn't really tie into anything. They try to shove in something about 'the truth' when they really should be like 'this is a competition, don't cheat.'

But also a competition is not what Max is trying to 'win.' He just wants it to be 'his turn' to 'win' at... Liiife? They make a couple attempts at "we people who have been beaten down deserve to have something for ourselves finally, and you've never had to want for anything diana so you don't get it." And like, they're right ish? Diana's left her homeland behind and lost a lot of people, but as far as we know she's only really ever been surrounded by kind people out to help her, and didn't really have to worry about money or survival as she either existed outside of society's rules or she kinda slid her way in over time.

That's not saying she hasn't struggled and that she doesn't care, but she doesn't have the same experience as Max or Barbara of being abused and physically powerless. They are right about that. They also are starting a nuclear war and I feel like Diana can say "correct but also literally you do need to stop" and still come out pretty spotless morally. "First of all yes you're right but also if you just replace the oppressor with yourself then you are the oppressor now; yes that man needed to go but also you beat him near death and left him in the road, that's not cool"

I think maybe her time without powers might’ve been more effective too if it was clearer that the tradeoff wasn't "my powers are what's most important to me" as much as "my powers are what give me the power to protect and being able to PROTECT people I love is what is most important to me." Like, she has Steve back, but he almost dies like 3 times immediately because she doesn't have powers.

(Also, Diana, goddess of truth and shit, please face the fact that if Steve stays alive you are committing a homicide on his body's previous inhabitant. At least MENTION that he's body snatching and that definitely is something they should try to fix somehow. Maybe have it weigh in during the conversation about renouncing her wish-- Steve is dead, and also his bodyhost is alive and they have no right to kill him like this. What if he had a family? They're lucky no one recognized him or called him in to ask why he wasn't at work. Unsolved mysteries: the disappearance of This Dude Who Doesn't Even Get A Name At The End To Remind Us Of His Personhood. Imbd lists him as "handsome man." Talk about a slab of meat my guys.)

So Diana, even though she still has a comfortable enough life, loses her powers for about a day and it woild be very funny for her to be like "ugh I hate not being able to DO THINGS SO EASILY and my shoulder hurts I was shot" and chris like "lol yeah sorry I also miss feeling that extra safety layer around you" and it's not exactly "humbling"(???) as mentioned in the opening scene, but it is a reminder of what it feels like to nit be the strongest person in the room. Maybe that's where a flashback to Themyscira would have worked well, where she's eager to prove herself and outclass everyone but she has to be reminded that even though she's special even among amazons there's still like.. I don't want to say great power comes great responsibility, but maybe ‘we would love you even if all you did all day was stare at the sand and even then you would be precious and protected,’ but also that is a gift the amazons are giving her, because when they were enslaved in the world of man, they saw no love or protection given to those who needed it most. Maybe just, sometimes you don’t lose because you ‘deserved’ to lose. Maybe you just slipped and lost it all.

Maybe the film ends with Diana being Othered again, like how in the first movie she is clearly a goddess and showing magical stuff for the first time but she has her posse. In this one she's alone at the end but a little more able to connect with the little things. It's already sort of there with that very saccharine ending, but again, more explicit might be better.

For scenes that would just tighten things up and get us moving along though:

cut Maxwell absorbing the crystal. Diana figures out what happens later and in the meantime is confused what's happening. We can join in on that mystery.

Cut every kissy thing by at least half

No unnecessary park scene. The homeless man is a nice hint into Barbara's like personal life I guess, but ultimately it doesn't really do anything, and the rapist dude just takes up space honestly. Like, she could kick the ass of any of the catcallers and just roundhouse kick them into a pole and go "huh." Creepy smile. End scene.

Mall scene useless. Vigilante diana confusing and useless. Open us up immediately with Barbara being bullied and Diana appears as a savior first thing in the movie. FBI raid still happened and they just have rocks and shit. Diana still hesitant about contact with people but Barbara is so obviously in need of a friend she kinda saviors herself in again. Gets a clingy friend but also someone who maybe is able to appreciate Diana's archeology feelings.

I don't remember anything that happened in the museums but agree Steve should see the air and space museum, but maybe it would've worked better if one scene he just shows up decked out head to tow in NASA merch

That is NOT how flying works but I'm gonna be honest I think they didn't need to go to Byalia/Egypt(??) much at all. At the very least the car could’ve swerved into the town as a crisis instead of having the kids in the road to be saved. Diana feeling bad after being hit by a humvee would indeed show more clearly than the bullet-- we don’t know if she is or isn’t bulletproof because she’s deflected all of them before. She doesn’t do any extra superstrength before. She doesn’t seem any less powerful than earlier in the movie. It ends up trying to ‘show’ but instead it ends up NEEDING to be told later on.

I can go either way on this I guess, but the plane section can be... At the very least shortened. Coffee cup joke was good tho.

Acceptable answers to "how do fly?"

"Flying is easy, it's landing you have to worry about."

"Aim for the ground and miss"

Ultimately WW 2017 was a war movie that happened to have a superhero in it, amd WW1984 was a superhero movie that had trouble finding where it's plot had to go I think. With World War One, like, there's stuff to say and talk about automatically, but in 1984 it feels a bit like they knew mutually assured destruction and how it was ultimately real bad as a strategy and if we all just agreed itd be... Fine? I guess? Again, unless you go to a specific incident there's not much to say about the cold war except 😬

Patty Jenkins and Geoff Johns both got into their teenage years in the 80s so it's totally possible they were going off personal memories instead, but it definitely had some trouble translating onto the screen I think.

There is some good stuff as well, it's just getting to them while buried under all the other stuff mostly. Pedro Pascal did extremely good at making me hate Max Lord Immediately. Steve Fashion Show was fun. "Topaz is such a lame rock lol". Kristen Wiig is holding this movie together more than anyone else and it's great. I like how her becoming an Alpha Bitch doesn't mean she immediately hates Diana but still wants to be her friend and be seen by her. The entire "You seem like you'd be out all the time and like never go on ever" sounds a LOT like a closetedness conversation.

There is a lot of good stuff in it but it's just... Not what the first one was. I think probably the constant delays on release didn't help the hype at all. They went powerful sappy at the end (gooshy feelings? In my wonder woman movie?) which I understand theyre trying to make Diana a hero who doesn't murder the tiny earthlings over stuff... But I am also left just kind of wondering if everyone's memories were erased with the nukes or if the cold war ended VERY differently in the DCEU, and I am far too distracted by that to think about how people are good at their core and stuff. It just feels like it brings up lots of things, and decides that if they have enough emotions, it's fine to brush them aside.

#wonder woman #wonder woman 1984 #ww1984 spoilers #film review #long post #film major #beatext

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7nosecrinkle7 · 4 years

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Lena/ Reader "Of course I care" and "Why have you been hiding this from me?" with Lena saying these things

Thank you for your request, anon! I hope you enjoy it <3

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How Long?

You could not look at another layout. They were starting to visually blur together. You worked in the art department at CatCo. Well... that was putting it modestly. You actually ran the art department at CatCo. You were just as well respected as the big names in the building, and people parted when you walked into a room.

But today, in particular, you’d much rather disappear and be home. See, for about a week now, you’d been feeling run down. You passed it off as being an incredibly busy week last week. You laid on an extra layer of makeup to hide the bags and your slightly red nose. You were sucking on cough drops like they were candy and had a pharmacy’s worth of cold medicine drugs in you. And they all seemed to fail you today. It was only Monday, and you had no idea how you’d make it through.

Your phone buzzed, and you glanced down to see it was Lena. She needed a preview of the current layout. Usually, you’d take it up yourself, but you grabbed the newest intern and sent them on their way. Today was one of the days Lena was at CatCo. She split her time between L-Corp and CatCo, depending on which one needed her physically in the space that week. Most of the time, she was at L-Corp, but you were all on a tight deadline with a big issue coming out at the end of the week.

You weren’t avoiding Lena perse, but you had canceled yesterday’s date night due to ‘working late’ to meet this deadline. The congestion had properly set into your voice, and it was no longer easy to conceal how poorly you were feeling. It wasn’t a big deal, so you didn’t bring it up. You could pass off the sneezes at Saturday brunch as Spring starting to bloom, but you were past that now. The bags under your eyes, blurring of your consonants, sniffles, and red nose, and the tickle in your throat was too distinctive and identifiable.

You sighed and flagged down the same bright-eyed intern you’d just sent up to the top floor. You sent them on another mission to get you a third cup of tea. You made your way to your office and sat down at your desk. You opened your tablet and scrolled through the new sets that just came in, your head resting in one hand. You were never more thankful than in this moment that your office walls, while still glass, were frosted through the middle hiding your misery.

While you were wallowing and wishing to be home in pajamas and blankets... Kara Danvers and Lena Luthor were a floor up, both of their arms crossed and their faces showing confusion.

“It still just doesn’t feel right,” Kara said.

“I get that,” Lena said, “I know it can be better…” She trailed off. Lena knew you could do better on it. Something about the whole situation felt off for Lena. Ever since your date night was canceled last night, she felt that something wasn’t right. You had been dating for a few months now, not publicly yet, though, and you’d never canceled a date without an excellent reason to back it. Last night was different. And she knew you’d generally bring up an important layout personally so you could discuss it. Your texts, calls, and interactions the entire week had been unusually sparse.

“You know what, I’ll take it back and see if I can work something out with her,” Lena said, cutting the brief collaboration even shorter with Kara.

“Are you sure? I have some time to take it back if you have things to do.” Kara offered.

Lena shook her head, “I’ve got it, thank you, though.”

Back on your floor, you somehow missed the voices quieting down ever so slightly. You also missed hearing the distinctive click of stiletto heels on the flooring until someone was standing in your office doorway.

You looked up to see Lena standing there, the layouts from a half hour ago clutched in one hand. You sighed and waved her in.

“It’s ndot working, is it?” You asked, already knowing the answer. You internally cringed, hearing your own voice.

You pushed back from your desk to walk around in front and lean against it. Lena handed the layouts back to you with a few notes attached that she and Kara had added. You pushed off and paced while going over the notes.

“Miss (Y/L/N), your tea.” The intern briefly interrupted. They entered your office and handed the steaming to-go mug to you.

“Thank you,” you said with a smile, and they hurried out of the room. You sighed when they were gone and stopped pacing.

Lena took the layouts back from you and placed them on your desk. She then took the spot you had been in and leaned into your desk. She crossed her arms and quirked an eyebrow at you.

“How long?” is all she asked.

You rubbed your hand across your forehead. “Since last week.”

“Why have you been hiding this from me?” Lena asked with her arms still crossed, but a concerned look was growing on her face. You couldn’t help but feel a little silly and guilty even though you were the one not feeling well.

You shrugged, “I don’t know.”

“Love, it’s okay, you know you can talk to me.” Lena softened completely

You sighed, “I guess it’s because you’re Lena Luthor, a very busy and important person who has bigger things to deal with than your girlfriend’s cold. I know it’s stupid, but I didn’t think you’d care.”

Lena softened entirely and stood up, pulling you into a hug. “Of course I care.”

You stepped forward and buried your face into her blouse despite knowing exactly how much it cost. You were just so exhausted and miserable that you couldn’t help the few tears that slipped past.

“Let’s get out of here. My place or yours, love?” Lena asked, rubbing slow circles on your back.

You sniffled and shook your head, still not leaving her arms, “we’re swamped right now. I can’t take time off. The layout is still a mess...”

“I can delegate that to Kara and your assistant. They’ll handle it, and if they can’t, they will still reach me if they absolutely need to.” Lena’s voice was calming and soothing. You found yourself relaxing more into the hug.

“Yours,” you whispered.

Lena kissed the side of your head and pulled back. You pulled a tissue from the box on your desk and dabbed at your tears and your nose. You took a quick glance at the small mirror you kept in your desk drawer. Thankfully your makeup seemed to have held.

“I just need to grab my things, and then we can get out of here,” Lena said after you’d picked up your bag.

You held the back of your hand to the underside of your nose and sniffled. The few tears you’d let out seemed to have loosed a bit of your congestion and irritated your nose even more. You sniffled again and turned, stifling a near-silent sneeze. Huh! N--xxt.

“Bless you,” Lena said quietly.

You sniffled again, “thandks.” You shook your head, took a deep breath, and squared your shoulders. You walked briskly and led the way out of your office. It was what Lena called your CEO walk even though you weren’t one. It was the presence you projected when you walked through your department and through CatCo. It was your own form of armor that no one could see through.

You both stepped into the private elevator and rode the five seconds up to the next floor. The general bullpen was even more chaotic than usual, but just like on your floor, people parted as the two of you strode towards Lena’s office.

Soon enough, Lena had things worked out with Kara, and the two of you were back in the elevator. Knowing it was Lena’s private elevator and wouldn’t stop until you reached the ground floor, you walked to the back and leaned your head against the wall.

You closed your eyes and felt Lena rest her hand on your arm.

“Darling, do we need to stop at your place before we go to mine?” Lena asked at the volume of a whisper.

You shook your head and sniffled. You wriggled your nose around and brought a knuckle up to rub at it. You tried to stave off the sneeze but were failing at it. You felt Lena’s eyes watching you, that protective hand still in place on your arm.

A quick glance at the numbers showed you were on the second floor, the elevator seconds away from opening while you lost the struggle with your nose. You bent at the waist and stifled a harsh double.

Hiiih hiih-n—xt… nxxgtt!

Huhmmpf—shu!

A third sneeze escaped as the doors opened.

“Bless you, darling,” Lena said quietly, mindful of any listening ears.

“Thanks,” you sniffled a few times sharply and walked out, back to business appearance.

Unsurprisingly, Lena’s driver was waiting for the two of you when you stepped out of CatCo.

The ride to Lena’s penthouse was uneventful. It was mid-morning, so traffic was light. It was quiet, Lena laying off the questioning while your sniffles filled the silence. You were far too drained to answer any of them regardless. There were no tissues in the car, which either you or Lena would definitely have to amend at some point.

………...

The moment you entered the penthouse, your stilettos came off, and you let your sinuses finally get some relief. You ducked your head into your elbow...

Huuh uh hiii hiiuushhheeww! Ushheew… hiih eshhheewwww!

“Bless you!” Lena said, a bit startled.

Hih achxshewW!

You sneezed again and sniffled. That would help your nose a bit for now.

“Bless you, love,” Lena said and guided you towards the kitchen. You lowered your elbow and brought a hand up to swipe at your nose. Lena grabbed you a few tissues from the counter.

You took the tissues and blew your nose as much as you could.

“Gross, sorry,” you mumbled when you were finished. You threw out the used tissues and washed your hands.

“No need to be sorry (Y/N). You can’t exactly help it.”

Lena went about placing the purses in the coat closet and collecting your shoes. Meanwhile, you used the kitchen sink to wash the majority of your makeup off. You patted your face dry with a fresh dishtowel. You sighed deeply and placed your arms on the cold granite countertops and hung your head completely miserable.

You sniffled and coughed; you were beyond stuffed up at that point. The congestion had fully set in.

“Are you mad?” You asked quietly and picked your head up. Lena walked over to you, eyebrows quirked in confusion. “That I hid this from you?” You supplied for her.

Lena shook her head and sighed, “No, I’m not mad. But I do want to talk about it at some point.” She ran her fingers through your hair as you relaxed some more. You could handle that conversation later, just not now. Lena hummed as her hand came to rest on your forehead and then cheek.

“You feel warm… How about you go lay down, and I’ll bring the thermometer and some medicine?” Lena suggested. She leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your cheek. You blushed slightly and nodded before heading off to change and get comfortable.

When you curled up in her bed, you almost immediately drifted off to sleep. You knew when you awoke from your nap, Lena would be there with a warm mug of your favorite tea, some soup, medicine, and cuddles. Your Luthor may be icy on the outside at times, but she was a total softy. That was what you loved most about her.

#snzfic #sneezefic #lena luthor/reader #supersickfic #7nosecrinkle7 #sneezing #snz #snzblr #sickfic #lena luthor x reader #crinklewrites

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claustrophobicwerewolf · 4 years

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— CHARACTER STUDY.

LAYER 001: THE OUTSIDE.

NAME: isaac graham lahey EYE COLOUR: blue / yellow (ww) HAIR STYLE / COLOUR: a dirty blonde, nearly brown. curly when longer than three centimeters. HEIGHT: very tall. look up, nope look up higher - there he is. (aka 6′2″) CLOTHING STYLE: lazy/comfy. usually a basic ass t-shirt with a cardigan, leather jacket, or other light coat. straight legged jeans. combat boots. and a winning smile :) BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE: just look at em,,,,its all of it. the whole god damn package.

LAYER 002: THE INSIDE.

FEARS: letting people get close to him then losing them or them hurting him (or vice versa). small spaces. stiles winning an argument. ending up like his father. being a fuck up and proving his father right. zombies. etc. etc. GUILTY PLEASURE: sitting in the back row of a shitty movie and making fun of it the whole time. BIGGEST PET PEEVE: stiles. AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE: formally, nothing. currently, social work / something in the child protection field of work

LAYER 003: THOUGHTS.

FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP: oh shit i forgot to do my homework. WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT MOST: i mean - the whole god damn town be thinking about death 24/7. WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED: what if everyone that loves me is only waiting for the perfect opportunity to turn against me and hurt me? what if i can never create full trust in another person and i live my entire life on edge and never get a good nights sleep. why don’t they shred the chicken on pizza, it makes so much more sense than cubes? what if i never amount to anything in life? but seriously shredded chicken makes so much more sense. WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS: eehhhhh, probably his blunt attitude towards things. it’s something that he admires in other people too.

LAYER 004: WHAT’S BETTER?

SINGLE OR GROUP DATES: single. (who the fuck prefers group?) TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED: loved. BEAUTY OR BRAINS: beau brains, yeah yeah brains! DOGS OR CATS: dogs obviously

LAYER 005: DO THEY…

LIE: tries to! not the best at it. BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES: lmao. what’s that?? BELIEVE IN LOVE: it’s a nice thought. there’s certainly a type of love that the pack shares and he believes in that. WANT SOMEONE: probably! he needs validation.

LAYER 006: HAVE THEY EVER…

BEEN ON STAGE: nOPE. he would be more of a stagehand type. DONE DRUGS: yes? he’s not a big fan of the lack of control. CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN: i mean, he did become a werewolf..so technically maybe? it wasn’t to fit in but it gave him his pack so !!?

LAYER 007: FAVOURITES.

FAVOURITE COLOURS: he like’s wearing light blue but he doesn’t really care. FAVOURITE ANIMAL: honestly? he’s always wanted a rabbit, something about them just seems so innocent and sweet and kind. like it would never do anything to hurt you. FAVOURITE BOOK: the messenger by markus zusak FAVOURITE GAME: clue, it’s the only time he gets to solve a murder where he won’t actually have to see a dead body.

LAYER 008: AGE.

DAY THEIR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE: sept. 22nd HOW OLD WILL THEY BE: mentally? 605.

LAYER 010: FINISH THE SENTENCE.

I LOVE getting to just relax for a hot minute. I FEEL a lot of things. I HIDE my feelings. (woop.) I MISS the smallest inkling of happiness i get when things are okay for like 5 seconds before i wake up and realize, everythings all fucked. I WISH i could fix this.

TAGGED BY: @criedwxlf !! TAGGING: @angelicbonded @starslung @ofbrokensouls (cora!!) @nextleveldamaged & you ! yes you !

#thank u babeeeeeee <3 <3 <3 #( meme )#i. ( this heart was not made for living things ) ;; ( musings )#i couldnt think of a pet peeve at the time lmao

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hyunsracha · 5 years

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poetry — kim seungmin

word count: 2k

summary: why are crushes so difficult?

“why are crushes so difficult?”

this was kim seungmin’s dilemma.

he flops down on his best friend’s bed, glaring at the romance movie posters plastered on the walls.

“what’s so difficult about them, minnie? they’re fun! you get butterflies and blushy and you start trying to write poetry...all that fun stuff?” his best friend, hwang hyunjin, didn’t even look up from his notes to speak.

hyunjin was the sappiest, most love-filled person seungmin knew. he loved romance movies and dating and being in love.

seungmin, on the other hand, had never had a crush before. sure, he’s been attracted to people, but no …. poetic thoughts.

“p-poetry?”

“yeah. do you….oh my god.” hyunjin stood from his desk chair, “do you write poetry about y/n?”

“n-no!”

“KIM SEUNGMIN.” and he pounced. he landed right next to seungmin on the bed, hands coming out to smack at the younger boy as he squealed.

“show it to me, show it to me!!!! i’m your best friend, minnie!”

“WHICH IS WHY IT’S WEIRD GET AWAY FROM ME-”

hyunjin huffed, his bottom lip jutting out.

“fine. but you’re really whipped, you know.”

“yeah. tell me about it.”

“okay! well, for example, today y/n came into the lunchroom and you spilled your milk-”

“HYUNJIN I DIDN’T MEAN- okay.” seungmin sighed, turning to face the boy he ‘unfortunately’ called his best friend, “what do i do?”

“have you ever thought about, i dunno, confessing?”

“eat my shorts.”

hyunjin went back to his desk, returning his attention to his math homework, “then sit and be in love and fucking Perish.”

it wasn’t seungmin’s fault he didn’t wanna confess!!

maybe he would confess if everyone else wasn’t >:(((

he understood that you were like … super pretty and nice and smart and perfect in every way (◕ ◡ ◕)

but it was like someone new confessed to you Every Day

even people from other schools!!!! >:(((

one day, he was leaving the school, and he saw you on the sidewalk with a boy from ur school’s Rival School

and the boy was blushing >:( and he had a flower in his hand >:(

but u rejected him!

just like u rejected Everyone

and he didn’t understand,,,

u could have Anyone U Wanted

whatever! he liked u better single

it meant he still maybe had a chance :(

to be honest, seungmin doesn’t remember when he first starting liking u

maybe it was when you two got paired up in chemistry and you knew Nothing about chemistry

“okay so put in one drop of the clear.”

“w-what’s in the clear?”

“it’s water, y/n.”

“oh!” and you blushed and seungmin’s heart went JFSGJSKH

or maybe it was during hoco when he was just chilling, drinking some punch, chomping on a cookie

and you came up to him :((( all shy :((( and u looked SO GOOD

and you asked him to dance with you

yeah he choked on his cookie a little bit but then that boy was ON THE DANCE FLOOR

surprisingly, seungmin Did know how to dance

being best friends with the co-captain of the dance team since kindergarten has its perks!

u were a lil shocked too like that mf just Took You In His Arms and started swaying and u were like HUH????

when did seungmin become a MAN

he didn’t, he’s just a very sophisticated Boy.

hyunjin thinks seungmin started liking you when you first met

seungmin thinks hyunjin is fucking stupid

he was FIVE and all seungmin cared about when he was 5 was sour gummy worms

“isn’t that all u care about now?”

“sour gummy worms AND Y/N!!!”

so yeah, seungmin was #whipped

AND THE POETRY THING KSJGSKGJ ok hear him out

it was 4am and he had spent like 30 years studying for a chemistry test and he was stressed to the Max and just wanted to lay down

and when he lays down, his mind naturally turns to U

and in his sleep deprived state his mind was just . Mush .

so he dragged his body back to his desk and just ~wrote~

yeah, he couldn’t look you in the eye the next day but he got his feelings out.

he couldn’t help his crush on u, especially when u were in his group of friends

hyunjin, jisung, felix, seungmin, you, and jeongin

sound like chaos? because It Is.

u and seungmin have basically become the parents of this little friend group

“jeongin let me see what u have”

“a knife”

“NO”

and

“How did jisung get on the ceiling.”

“FELIX TOLD ME I COUDL BE SPIDERMAN”

“JISUNG GET THE FUCK DOWN”

of course, being the parents meant a lot of … Teasing

especially from hyunjin, bc he was the only one who knew about seungmin’s crush

hyunjin: so when’s the wedding :D

seungmin, halting his onion slicing: Excuse Me?

you: hehe whenever seungmin’s ready!! i know he wants to go to law school first!!

seungmin, chopping onions at LIGHTNING SPEED: HAHAHA OKAY Y/N

you always said things like that and it made him JFKDJK

one time the others were teasing him bc he dyed his hair red and they kept calling him cherry and u just went:

“so WHAT if he looks like a cherry he’s my CUTE cherry” and u grabbed his hand and glared at everyone like -__________-

seungmins brain: WHW-WW LIPSTICK

seungmins heart: H UHU H MECEHRY

seungmins mouth: YOU- WHAT - HUH- ME?

and after that :(((( u started calling him cherry :((( even after he dyed his hair again :((

back to the main point: seungmin’s whipped and he doesn’t know how much longer he can take this but he Won’t Confess

hyunjin’s got a plan!

he calls it How Does Y/N Feel and he swears it’s a secret

it’s not, he wrote it on his whiteboard in pretty pastel markers

“what’s this plan of yours, sweetie?”

“MOM CAN U GET OUT IM A SECRET AGENT”

“ok mr secret agent come downstairs and eat your peas”

“MOM”

so basically his plan was to ask if u liked seungmin but hes VERY EXCITED ABOUT IT OK

“hey y/n~~~” he sang as he sat down next to you in geometry.

“jinnie!!! how are you today :D” ugh look at you, an angel.

“good, about to be better...or worse.”

“why?”

“i need to ask you something.”

“Ominous!”

“do you like seungmin?”

“ya.”

hyunjin: OUSUGH?

you: how did u say that out loud

“YOU LIKE SEUNGMIN-”

you slapped a hand over his mouth, “KEEP YOUR FUCKING MOUTH SHUT JESUS CHRIST-

i thought you knew i like him??? like...i’m not hiding it?”

hyunjin knew seungmin wouldn’t believe it if he just told him

so he was audio recording the whole thing on his phone :) what a sneaky dude

so after geometry ended he fuckign NYOOOMED to english

“SEUNGMIN SEUNGMIN SEUNGMING HSJG SJISEUGMGING”

“dude did u do crack or something holy shit-”

“SHUT UP LISTEN TO THIS.”

“if this is another one of your boyfriend’s songs i swear to god-”

but he put in hyunjin’s earbuds (not airpods) anyway

“t-this isn’t jisung….”

and he Listened

I Thought You Knew I Like Him.

“are u fucking with me jin. is this a fucking skit i swear to god if you're MESSING WITH ME-”

“they don’t even know i was recording them.” hyunjin giggled, the snake.

“oh so you’re a total douche.”

“i just did you the hugest favor and you just called me a douche...okay! friendship cancelled, give me my phone, put your stupid airpods back in-”

“don’t call them Stupid!”

“sorry, i can’t hear you, i don’t have my STUPID AIRPODS IN!”

seungmin couldn’t concentrate for the entirety of english

your words kept swirling around his brain, and he resorted to just doodling hearts on the margins of his papers.

and then he went to Chemistry!

there you were :((( in your cute little lab coat and safety goggles :(((

seungmin didn’t think anyone would ever pull off a lab coat and goggles like you did

“h-hey y/n…”

“hey cherry! ready to make some chemistry? :D”

he inhaled, knowing that there was a chance he was going to regret his next statement for the rest of his life:

“i think you and i already have enough chemistry.”

now it was ur turn to JKSGJKH

you flushed a bright pink, turning to your lab table to hide the shy smile growing on your face

“yeah?” your voiced cracked a little bit

and seungmin knew

“yeah.”

class went by quickly, with the two of you exchanging Looks before quickly looking away

and then you had lunch! and since you ate lunch together, you walked together

this time, You wanted to be the daring one

so you were walking through the halls side by side

and after a minute you just …. Held His Hand a little bit

and he squeezed your hand in return and your tummy felt like JAOGHNJ

then you entered the cafeteria and your friends’ eyes immediately went ZOOM on your interlocked hands

“W-W-W-WHAT IS THIS?” jeongin, the poor baby, spluttered

“are you out of the loop? they’re in love!” jisung was practically shooting heart eyes at the two of you

“no one tells me anything.” jeongin pouted

“are we Not In Love, jisung.”

“jinnie u know i love you but this is FRESH and it’s FUN let me ogle.”

“JISUGN???”

felix just smiled at you two, patting the space next to him, “i always knew this was gonna happen.”

“what are you losers talking about?” seungmin asked.

“yeah, nothing happened. seungmin and i are just friends.”

“you- just- HUH????”

“he hasn’t asked me out yet.” you shrugged, pulling your lunch box out of your backpack.

seungmin gasped, dropping your hand to cover his heart, “do i have to?”

“i deserve it, you animal. i’ve only been waiting since middle school.”

MIDDLE SCHOOL???

well, this was a shock.

“MIDDLE SCHOOL???”

“yeah? you kicked that dude in the shin for me. it was nice. no one’s ever done that for me before.”

“t-the shins? you started liking him over a shin kick, y/n?” felix deadpanned.

“i was like 13 can you shut the fuck up? i don’t just like him because he kicked a guy in the shins for me.”

“oh? why else do you like him?”

“we’re not having this conversation right now, jeongin.”

“oh hell yes we are.”

“SEUNGMIN??”

but he just :D at you and you were whipped so :///

“Okay! i like him because he’s...just a good guy. like he’s smart and he’s funny and he’s….really cute and he would probably kick jisung in the shin if i asked him to.”

“i would.”

“bet!”

“okay!”

“hey what no- OW SEUNGMIN!” jisung whined, pulling his leg up on the seat

“kiss it better jinnie-”

“jisung no.”

“JINNIE :((((“

you grinned, looking over at seungmin.

he was already looking, and you could practically See the heart eyes he was sending you.

did it make you super flustered? yeah. did you mind? not really.

“so,” you leaned in closer, speaking quiet enough so that your friends couldn’t hear over whatever they were yelling about this time, “you gonna ask me out or not?”

“i’ll walk you home?”

“i’ll be waiting.”

the rest of the day went by Painfully slow

but after your last class, there he was !!!!

and he was walking you home !!!

and he held your hand !!!!

“let me get something from my house real quick.” seungmin lived closer to the school than you did, so you always passed by his house.

you waited on the porch while he ran outside

he came back in a minute, flushed and holding a folded piece of paper.

“here.” he shoved the paper in your hand, taking your free hand in his and dragging you along.

“MINNIE let me read this!!!!” you whined.

he sighed, stopping on the sidewalk to let you read it clearly.

you had to reread a few lines because they were just so pretty.

you didn’t expect something like this from seungmin, he was usually so direct and not so flowery.

but it was beautiful.

“why are you crying WHAT’S WRONG IS IT BAD-”

“SEUNGMIN HHHHHHH” you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist.

and he held you just back as tightly.

“so uh. do you wanna like….go out with me or something?”

“yes, you big dummy. i would love to.”

#seungmin #kim seungmin #stray kids #skz #seungmin scenarios #kim seungmin scenarios #stray kids scenarios #skz scenarios #seungmin imagines #kim seungmin imagines #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids seungmin #skz seungmin #seungmin x reader #kim seungmin x reader #stray kids x reader #skz x reader

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whatqueen-wildcats · 4 years

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Please answer all of the animal crossing questions

1. Are you of the “Tom Nook is a crook” or “Tom Nook is an honest businessman” opinion?

Honest businessman!! can he be a little tricky/mischievous sometimes? sure, especially in the older games! But he's a good dude and I love him

2. Do you play as yourself or a made up character?

I used my own name for my current character cause I didn't have a better idea, but I don't really play her as if it were me specifically? lol side note my first AC character I ever made, I named her Ducky for some reason

3. Where is your house located?

A smallish second tier cliff platform near the leftside beach, only big enough for my house and yard

4. Who were your first villagers?

Diva and Cobb. They're fine.. weren't my first choices and I wish they would head out soon, but I don't have the heart to really try to make them leave

5. Preferable method of earning bells?

I never got into the stalk market in previous games, but I'm really starting to like it! I've always primarily relied on orchards and fishing but turnips can get you sooo much from turnips if you can play it right

6. What villager personalities do you typically get along best with?

My faves are probably lazy, cranky, and normal. I really really want a cranky villager once a space clears on my island, (would especially love Apollo, he was an absolute fave in my WW village) but no luck so far.

7. Who is your current best friend in the game?

I would say.... Marina or Fauna? I love them both they are so freakin cute 😭😭😭 I also adore Flora, but she's the peppy type and that can be a little much sometimes lolol

8. Is there a villager you want to get rid of?

Diva and Cobb, Graham can go too lol. I don't hate any of them and I won't be mean and try to force them out, but I'd rather have others

9. Do you hoard a lot of items?

Yeahhh not an insane amount though, I've never actually run out of storage space even when the house was smaller

10. Take medicine or save & restart?

Just take the medicine? does anyone actually save and restart because of a sting??? why? Like the medicine is not that expensive, and it takes so much longer to restart. Sometimes I wont bother taking medicine if I know I won't be playing for much longer, but I wouldn't close the game out just for a sting?

11. Where is your favorite spot in your village?

Hmm it's all still suuuuper work-in-progress so there's not a spot that I'm totally in love with yet, but my recent project has been moving my museum and making a fountain plaza next to it, I really like that so far. Also my house area, looks like an old witches cottage and i love it

12. What achievement do you want to hit the most? (Ex: Golden equipment, all fish/bugs, etc)

Filling the museum, but specifically the art section. In previous games I have neeeeeevvver come close to completing the art section, so tbh I'll probably cry if I ever get it 100%

13. Do you know any secret tips?

Uh I don't think so lol

14. Who are your dreamies?

What is this term?? what are you talking abt? is the what the kids are calling your ideal villager?? If so, I mean I have several, like I said earlier I would love to get Apollo someday

15. Favorite furniture item?

I'm gonna base this only on what I actually own. It's dumb, not rare or special, but my skeletons lolol I have a room dedicated to creepy stuff and I love the weird arm lift thing they do

16. Favorite clothing item / outfit?

Favorite individual item is probably... the cherry blossom pochette? favorite outfit I would say is my rainy day look, a yellow QR code raincoat w the yellow rain hat and boots 😍

17. Favorite museum room?

Bugs bugs bugs I love the butterfly rotunda but I'm also obsessed with the little rivers and bridges it's all so beauuutttiifulll

18. Cedar, fruit, or palm tree?

Love the cedar trees

19. Favorite fruit?

mmm Im not picky about the fruits but probably peach

20. Favorite fish?

I love the sea butterfly exhibit in the museum, so maybe them

21. Favorite bug?

I love the snails..... effervescent..

22. Favorite flower breed?

Mums are very pretty

23. Favorite crossbred rare flower breed + color?

I don't have many rare crossbreeds atm but I'm very into the 1 or 2 black tulips I have!

24. Favorite villager personality?

Didn't we already do this question?

25. Favorite time of day to play?

whenever I can lolol. Sunset/evening is pretty rad though

26. Favorite special visitor event or reward? (Ex: Selecting an art piece from Redd, aiding Guliver and getting a special item, etc)

I love Redd he's great, so glad he's back lol. Also love Celeste so much!

Tbh I find the process of dealing with Guliver and Wisp annoying. I'll do it cause I want the reward, but hunting down so many pieces is no fun to me :/

But does KK count for this? He's my top tier all time favorite I love that funky little dog

27. Favorite KK song?

Hard to chooooose.... A long standing fave from even previous games is KK fusion, or the K funk

28. Favorite animal crossing game?

ACNH hands down. I will always have so much love in my heart for the original and for ww (never had others) but NH is like, everything I've ever wanted from an AC game, and the fact that it's released in this time has pretty much cemented it as being one of the most important games of my life, probably a lot of peoples lives.

29. If you’ve played Animal Crossing before, are there any animals you’re nostalgic for? If this is your first game, has any animal in particular left some effect on you?

Apollo, Peanut, Kiki, Gwen just to name a few (In WW I based my main room off of Gwen's for soooo long cause i was obsessed with her city skyline wallpaper)

30. Share a story from your gameplay

Earlier this evening, I saw two shells right beside each other on my beach, but they jumped and scurried off completely in sync when I went to pick them up. I think I interrupted a hermit crab date.

As always, thanks for asking! Would love to see your answers to these too 😊

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novaviis · 5 years

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sick!dick au part six.

because I really couldn’t keep that last one hanging for too long. also, thanks to @caramelmachete for giving me the idea for the diagnosis.

part one. part two. part three. part four. part five

Wally doesn’t rush off the plane. When the plane lands and taxis to the terminal, the lights come on and passengers start bustling, gathering their luggage from the overhead bins and shuffling down the aisle – but Wally just sits there, white as a sheet, until the person behind him clears their throat and gestures to the aisle to let him out. Trying so fucking hard to keep from shaking, he gets his bag and joins the flow of passengers off the aircraft, mindlessly shuffling up the gangplank and into the terminal. No one asks why his hands are shaking, why his eyes are red, or why his skin is so pale. It’s a large airport in the middle of the night, and everyone is tired and focused on getting home.

So, when Wally just stops between the rows of chairs at his gate, his bag strapped over his shoulder and his head hanging low as he stares at the ground, no one notices. It’s entirely quiet in the terminal, the murmur of voices and footsteps fading as the other passengers head home.

Wally’s too scared to check his phone, but knows that he has to do it or he’ll stand there until morning. He’s already exhausted, running on too little food and too little sleep as he chases a cure for his whole world around the globe – but not he’s not sure if it was all worth it. He’s not sure if he has a home to shuffle off to in the middle of the night anymore.

Taking a deep breath and willing himself to move, Wally slips his phone out of his pocket and turns on his cell data. A missed text from Tim. Wally’s knees buckle, and it’s all he can do to shift himself into an uncomfortable chair to keep from falling. With all that pent up energy from the past seven hours suddenly exploding, he can’t open the text fast enough. Dick’s voice, distressed and panicked and in pain, echoes in his head.

Hey. Dick’s okay. Sorry, my phone got knocked out of my hand. Things got a little scary for a while, but he’s alright. Just asleep again. Doctor says it might be best for you to come back soon. That’s all for now, I guess. I’ll keep you updated. Take care, man. TD

Wally’s phone falls into his lap. Digging his hands into his hair, he crumbles in on himself and just lets himself sob out all that pent up fear and adrenaline and relief. The prognosis doesn’t sound good but anything is better than gone.

As much as he wants to just run to his destination now, he knows he’s not likely to get a welcoming answer in the middle of the night. Once Wally’s gotten a hold of himself somewhat, he picks up his bags and checks in at a cheap hostel and spends the next several hours between restless sleep and staring at the ceiling clutching his phone, dreading a call to tell him that his whole world went out with a whimper. He’s beyond exhausted by the time the dawn comes, but he can’t stand lying in an uncomfortable cot any longer and heads out as soon as the sun peeks up.

Wally arrives at the In-Care facility nearby Singapore General Hospital. He doesn’t make it past the front desk, the staff won’t let him in because he’s not on Thomas Grayson’s list. Even explaining that he’s Thomas’ distant cousin’s husband doesn’t cut it. Wally decides that he’s had enough of hurdles and closed doors. He’s come all this way, he’s not leaving without answers. So, he uses his powers to run to the nearest alarm, an emergency assistance button far down the hall. The clerk at the front desk only looks away for a moment, but it’s all Wally needs. He uses his speed again to check what room Thomas is in, and then runs past the security before anyone can even blink.

He hesitates at the door with his fist raised before gathering the courage to knock. The man who answers the door, with the chain lock still on, is in his early 40’s, and in all honesty doesn’t look too much like Dick – but those piercing blue eyes are an unmistakable family resemblance. However, the ashy patches of discoloured skin that litter his body catch him off guard. Thomas brushes him off, says he doesn’t have any appointments and doesn’t need anything, and nearly shuts the door. Wally tells him he doesn’t work for the facility, he’s here because he needs to talk to him. Thomas tries to shut the door again, but Wally shoves himself in the way, bracing his hands on the edge of the door and the frame, pleading, because he’s here for his cousin, Dick Grayson. Chances are he has the same thing Thomas does, and if Wally doesn’t go back to Gotham with answers he’s going to die, please.

Thomas pauses, eyeing Wally up and down before asking “John and Mary’s boy?”. Wally nods, and for a moment it looks like Thomas might turn him back anyway. However, after he closes the door, there’s the rattling of the chain coming off, and the door opens again. Thomas lets Wally inside. Wally steps in awkwardly, a little overwhelmed by the kidney dialysis machine, and the way everything in the apartment is pretty much fall proofed – but it’s also covered in incredible photographs, and he peeks around a corner to see a fully functional blackroom for photography. Thomas clears his throat, and gestures to the couch. It’s a vision of what Dick could be in the future, even if he makes it through this downward spiral – confined to one space, pale and fragile.

Wally takes a seat, and waits for Thomas to take up his own chair before launching into his explanation. He’s Dick’s husband, and Dick’s started getting sick over the past two years. He explains what Dick’s symptoms have been, and how they haven’t been able to find a proper diagnosis without his family records, because his immediate family is killed, and “well… the rest of you have been hard to find.” Thomas just listens in silence before commenting that he’d heard about the tragedy that came over that side of the family years ago, but his parents had left the Circus life and he’d never known them that well.

But, if Dick needs his help… Thomas gets up and walks over to his computer. He prints out a stack of paper, info he’s already had on file, and clips them together before handing them to the younger man. Wally’s vision narrows down to the text. Their family has a rare hereditary form of it that starts with seizures and migraines due to small tubers growing in the brain, which can then lead to tubers growing on other organs, like in Thomas’ case, the kidneys. Thomas also gives him copies of some of the few medical documents in the family, from his parents, who suffered the same illness. Wally is overwhelmed with gratitude, and as much as he’d like to hug the man, he can tell that Thomas isn’t exactly the hugging type. He’s only sorry that he has to come and go so quickly after getting what he needs, because he needs to get back with this as soon as possible. Thomas assures him he doesn’t mind, and he has a photography project to go work on anyway, so he doesn’t have the time for company. With the promise to find some way to thank him, Wally takes the documents and heads straight to the airport.

As he sits in the back of a taxi swerving through traffic, he takes out his phone and sends Tim one text.

Tuberous Sclerosis Complex. WW

The next twenty four hours are a complete blur. Wally manages to get a flight from Singapore to Tokyo, from Tokyo to Las Angeles, from Las Angeles to Dallas, Dallas to Atlanta, and fucking finally Atlanta to Gotham. All the while he’s only got his dingy travel back, his phone, and those papers pressed and protected between the pages of a hard cover colouring book he bought in the Tokyo airport specifically to keep them safe.

He’s running on fumes by the time he makes it to Gotham. With barely enough patience to stop at the front desk and show his ID to be let in, he races up to Dick’s room and nearly trips through the door, holding the Documents out and thrusting them at the closest Nurse checking over the still form in the bed.

Too still. The Nurse shifts in clear confusion as she takes the papers, and Wally’s sure she’s talking, but everything just sort of – slows down. Because she’s moved away just enough for him to see Dick, and he’s white and still laying on the bed, eyes closed and lips just barely parted and… suddenly Wally’s head is too hot, like all of the heat in his body has been confined to a roaring inferno in behind his eyes and in his chest, searing his throat shut.

There was a moment amid the chaos of trying to find Thomas Grayson and then racing home, Wally can’t even remember exactly when, that this thought crossed his mind. That he’d come home and he’d be just a little too late. That he would walk in and Dick would be gone, and none of it will have mattered. That he would have let Dick down in the one thing he’d wanted if the worst came to pass. Dick just wanted him to be there. He just wanted Wally to be there to hold his hand if he slipped away and Wally let him down, he let him down, he let him down-

But then Bruce’s hand is on his shoulder, strong enough to shake him. Wally is exhausted, jetlagged, hasn’t slept or eaten properly in days, and it takes him just that one moment too long to realize that Dick’s heart monitor is still beating. He’s still breathing.

The Nurse has already taken the documents and called the Doctor. There’s talk of gene tests and an MRI and new treatments, but it all fades into background noise compared to the steady, strong beeping of the heart monitor.

Wally stumbles over to the bed. He’s aware that the others are in the room (Bruce, Alfred, all the siblings), but his focus narrows down to Dick. He can barely keep himself up, so he sits on the edge of the bed and smoothes the hair back from Dick’s forehead. Dick’s eyes open. Even that one miniscule movement looks like it takes all of his energy, but it’s the most beautiful goddamn thing Wally’s ever seen when those piercing blues look up at him. It’s just a shame that his vision goes blurry with welling tears after only a second to admire them.

“Hey, babe,” Wally smiles. “Did you miss me?”

Wally doesn’t really expect Dick to answer, much less understand him in this lethargic state. Dick stares up at him for a while, and Wally is just happy to card his fingers back through his hair and let the past several days drain from him. But then Dick shifts his hand just enough to wrap around Wally’s on the sheet with a barely-there squeeze, and it’s all Wally can do not to sob as he leans down and kisses his forehead.

#birdflash #dickwally #sick!dick

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firespirited · 4 years

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setting myself tasks doesn’t seem to work to well for me, better to have a txt file of projects to do as and when and store doll heads with their parts/hair for whenever the occasion does come up.

Yesterday I listed the Kassandra twins & Lelia on ebay ww, Catty and Elissabat on ebay france and *returned to me & no reply from buyer for two months* Asian Ken. I’d set myself an entirely different set of jobs lol.

Today I was going to add extra plugs to Janay ink Blue (done) and finish PJ in pink except my eyes won’t focus anymore so that’s out and also really frustrating.

I also need to stop shopping as I keep finding wishlist dolls which is great but also not because as soon as I sell something and make space I find another oooh shiny thing.

Incoming for end of november & december (links provided where available)

another Janay head,

body for Bumblebee

Catwalk kitty grey with blue and white hair (to go on a mix and match ghoulia/lagoona body with who knows what arms),

a slime surprise mixed blues hair with tan skin head (undecided on bodies yet - will need to see her proportions & tone in person) those magical girl eyes were my breaking point but it’s a big gamble as there’s no feedback yet.

dark Kenya body for Janay D (the one with the pale peach lips who’s going to get a black and green bob someday)

Clawvenus that needs some fixing up

Gooliope

replacement hemostats, replacement winter insoles,...

!! Replacement phone !! because my sister is (very) stubbornly trying to juggle her gone out of business chinese phone that gets wifi but takes complex maneuvers to recharge and won’t accept her sim card and her 2014 LG L Bello that *can* recieve texts but has outdated software that doesn’t have an update - I rooted it and searched for ages. I get the love for that Bello, I used it when my meizu broke and went off for repair never to be returned because the company pulled out of france. It feels lovely in your hands, is just the right size and has great software but there aren’t enough users for anyone to code an upgrade kit.

I didn’t get any choice about my current phone, I got a “voucher” after chasing Meizu: their customer service website vanished so I found them on their international facebook and made a public fuss on mum’s account, then harranged customer service of the place that sold me the phone to talk to Meizu and validate “the voucher” (a fake code that they had to make real once the retailer got involved, yup!)... but it could only be redeemed in person within three months which meant waiting until upstairs neighbour went on a shopping trip three hours away. I had a wishlist of any of 5 phone models printed out for her but she arrived just as the shop was closing early for restocking and they handed her a random Samsung J3 straight out of the back of the restock lorry and that was as good as customer service as as a disabled person who can’t take a three hour taxi can hope for. Life is wild like that.

I like my phone, it works, but I don’t *love* my phone either: it’s not great at photos, hard to use one handed, speaker is covered by your hand and the inbuilt apps are annoying and I’ve got most of their junk disabled for my preferred programs. Ideally i’d root it and see if I can’t tinker a little but I’m too dependant on the thing to risk it. So I got a second hand $65 inc p&p LG G5 phone that’s for me if I like it and for my sis if I end up preferring my current one. Either way she gets no choice about having an actually usable phone while she takes the time to choose one she can bond with (she gets very very picky about her electronics and keeps most of them, from our first still working nokia to her no longer working discman). It was impulsive but well researched and if there’s one thing worth getting impulsive about, it’s your loved ones.

This is probably riddled with typos even though i’ve been over it a few times, it’s all grey fuzz half the time LOL. I’m off for a bath since I can’t do anything detailed.

#life #dolls #shopping #sorry for the tldr #press j to skip #saf

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shrinkingwmn · 4 years

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Except for the pantry and fridge organization way back on, what was it, Day 3?, I haven’t done any extra cleaning. I had other projects to work on and prioritized those over boring ‘ol cleaning.

Sadly, I have run out of projects, and all I have left is cleaning..and organizing, but really, I lump those together.

First thing this morning I attended a virtual WW workshop, which if you don’t know what that is it’s fine, if you do know what that is, aren’t they great? I chatted with my parents for a bit after the workshop and decided that while yes, I was still cozy in my pjs, I was two mugs of tea in to the day and I might as well stay up…my original plan was to take part in the virtual workshop then go back to bed lol

Since I was up I made use of all that extra time one has when they actually get up in the morning and I cooked myself a hot breakfast sandwich, which, fyi, was delish. 🙂

Eventually the cleaning started. I had intended to do more of the deep cleaning type stuff but found I had a lot of organizing, and putting away, and the like, to do before pulling out the cleaning products. So organize I did! My desk is a work of art! I actually sat at it after I was all done with my tidying for the day and wrote a letter, and two cards, and did tasks one normally does at a desk, I felt like such a grown-up!

I tidied and organized more than my desk but that is the part I am most happy with.

After all that I decided I deserved something more substantial than a bowl of cereal so I did the unthinkable, I cooked!

Using the last of my bag of salad, well, the last of it that hadn’t gone slimy or brown, I made a lazy person’s taco salad.

The salad had salad (duh!), ground turkey that I mixed taco seasoning in with, sauteed onions, shredded cheese, horribly cut tomato, and a blob of sour cream. Those little tots on the side are cauliflower tots that I bought on a whim and decided to try. They were…ok. I tried the ones made from broccoli a while ago and those were better, these just tasted like mushed cauliflower, which is not something I think is all that great. Oh I forgot! After I had mixed the salad up so it no longer looked picture ready I crushed some tortilla chips and sprinkled those on top.

The final effort was ok. Not amazing, but not horrible, I didn’t give myself food poisoning so I count the meal as a win. 🙂

My apartment is tiny, and has 2 windows, one in the living room and one in the bedroom. Both look out on fences so neither is amazing. I do my best to keep the windowsills empty for Striker, he occasionally likes to look outside and since being stuck at home I learned he has a daily routine of going on to the living room windowsill to sit in the tiny sun patch we get every day.

Today however he wasn’t all that interested in the sun patch so I moved those plants I re-potted last week on to the windowsill to catch some rays. I should confess, not all the plants made it, two have died, sigh. But four have lived! With luck they will continue to live until I get them back to the office where they will have daily exposure to sunlight.

I tried to position them so some of each of their leaves were getting sunlight, which means they overlap each other, I figure they might like that though, since they were so close to each other for so many months. They might get lonely without each other nearby…or are plants not like that?

Anyways! They took over the windowsill and Striker didn’t seem to mind but a little while later he decided to take a closer look at the havoc I wreaked to his space…

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I thought I was going to have to leap up to save a plant from being nibbled on, or swatted at, but nope. He hasn’t gone anywhere near them since the above pictures were taken. Now, either, he is tricking me in to thinking he doesn’t care and tonight he will destroy them while I sleep, or he really doesn’t care, and if that is the case they may just stay there until I go back to work Sunday. It all depends on what he does to them tonight!

Self Isolation Day 11: Cleaning Has Commenced Except for the pantry and fridge organization way back on, what was it, Day 3?, I haven't done any extra cleaning.

#a cat&039;s life #cleaning #corona virus #Covid19 #home life #homemade taco salad #i cooked #organizing #plants #re-potted plants #self isolation #Striker the cat

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