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solaireverie · 6 months

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cl16 | are we out of the woods yet?

summary: [ charles leclerc x f!driver!reader — social media au / fic ] after you get into a rough crash, charles is faced with difficult decisions

request: can i get a female driver reader injury/crash angst with daniel, seb or charles pls love your fics!

warnings: crashes and injuries, general medical stuff, unspecified mentions of death (implied to be jules and hervé), open/unclear ending

author’s note: hihi lovely!! tysm for requesting <3 hope this is enough angst for you ;) also i have no clue how to write injuries soooooo just roll with it

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ynupdates y/n has been taken to the medical center following her crash in the #brazilgp. no further news has been released yet. we're all behind you, y/n! 🤞

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user did anyone see if she was able to get out of the car by herself?

↪ user no, i think she had to be extracted by the medical crew 😬

user i hope she's okay...

Charles' phone is halfway out of his pocket when it starts ringing. Glancing at the screen, he swipes to accept the call when he sees that it's from your mother. He had called her a few minutes ago, when the sight of your crash had first appeared on the screens in the Ferrari paddock, but she hadn’t picked up. Her voice filters through the speakers of his phone, worry tinging her tone.

“Do you have news yet?” she asks.

“Don’t know,” Charles replies, “I’m on my way to see her now. It… might be good to book a flight — and soon.” He doesn’t want to alarm your mom but it seems inevitable and he knows that you would want her next to you.

“Okay,” she breathes shakily, “and Charles?”

“Yeah?”

“She better be okay when I get there.”

Charles winces. Of all the people in the world, he knows all too well why you can never make any promises, especially in Formula 1.

“I’ll do my best,” he says and ends the call.

There’s a marshal waiting for him in the tiny waiting area in the medical center. He’s pacing nervously and immediately strides towards Charles as soon as he sees him.

“Mr. Leclerc,” he begins, “the doctors wanted to see you before they take any further action. You have medical power of attorney for Ms. L/N in case of emergency, correct?”

Charles nods numbly. It had been a precaution at the time because you had insisted that out of everyone in the paddock, you trusted him the most. He had accepted it without thinking twice but now the weight of the responsibility settles heavily over his shoulders. He follows the marshal past empty treatment rooms until they reach one with its door thrown open.

Charles feels his lunch crawling back up his throat as he stares at your figure. You’re laid out on a stretcher and you’d almost look peaceful if not for the numerous medical apparatuses connected to you and the thin trickle of dried blood on your temple. He somehow finds his voice again.

“What happened?” he asks, almost afraid to hear the answer.

A paramedic steps forward. “Ms. L/N took quite a knock in her crash, I’m afraid,” she explains gently. “Something came loose in the cockpit and hit her head. We’re not sure if there’s any further internal injuries, but our professional opinion is that she should be moved as soon as possible to a hospital for further testing.”

Charles swallows around a lump in his throat. “Is there any particular risk with transporting her in this state?”

The paramedic shakes her head. “No more than the usual, which is relatively low compared to the risk that we run by keeping her here without knowing if there’s anything else wrong.”

Charles follows your ambulance all the way into the hospital in a haze. He barely registers the press grouped outside the entrance, pushing through them, always keeping you in his sights. He waits outside of the examination room they bring you into and follows as they wheel you around, receiving god knows how many tests.

After a while members of your team start showing up, although they keep a respectful distance from Charles. He’s glad. He knows, rationally, that you were just unlucky, but the irrational and protective side of him is screaming at him to place the blame at someone’s feet. He knows you wouldn’t appreciate him blowing up at your team, though, so he doesn’t say anything to them and keeps vigil by your side as the doctors poke and prod.

Eventually you’re carefully placed in a hospital bed and Charles is pulled aside by what seems to be the main doctor assigned to you.

“Unfortunately, it seems as if we will have to operate on Ms. L/N,” he says gently. “Someone else will go over the details with you, but long story short she’s bleeding internally and it’s imperative that we get to it as soon as possible. Of course, any operation of this size could potentially be dangerous, but I strongly recommend taking action sooner rather than later.”

Charles shakes his head, the words not yet registering in his scattered mind. “Is she going to be okay?” he mumbles, not meeting the doctor’s eyes.

He can feel the doctor’s pitying gaze on him and Charles doesn’t have it in him to tell him that he’s been here before — not this specific hospital, no, but he’s been on this side of the conversation that they’re having already, and it tears his heart up just as much as the first time. The only difference this time is that he’s the one who has to make the choice, not anyone else.

“We can’t make any guarantees,” the doctor cautions, “but it would significantly raise her chances of survival if we act now.”

Charles winces at the doctor’s words. Survival. Drive to survive, surviving to drive, the irony of the situation isn’t lost on him. He uncurls his fingers gingerly from where he had been unconsciously gripping his pants.

He wants to avoid the decisions he knows he will have to make in the next twenty-four hours. He wants to pretend that nothing happened, that you’re still on the track, passing everyone in your way. He wants to go back to this morning, when he had kissed you goodbye before jogging off to get ready for the race. He wishes he had taken time to do more than peck you and throw a “love you!” over his shoulder. Charles wants to hide from the cold, stark reality he’s faced with. Your life lies in his hands and Charles is so, so tired of bleak hospital hallways.

He wants to scream at the heavens. He’s suffered and given so much already. Is one shred of happiness too much to ask? Charles had known the risks going in when he started dating you — one Formula 1 driver was usually more than enough jeopardy in a relationship, let alone two — but he’d never really thought that the day would arrive where he would have to make decisions about you, without you.

Charles stares at your face through the window to your room, tracing the curves and slopes with his eyes. It’s the face he wakes up next to almost every day and he curses himself for not cherishing the time he’s already had with you more. His brain is moving a mile a minute, running through all the possible outcomes. At the end of the day, though, he’s only got one choice.

Charles Leclerc has always been selfish and he’ll be damned if he lets another person he loves slip through his fingers.

“Where do I sign?”

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whileyoureinschoolidothisallday · 2 months

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OKAY it has been a day of being sad and panicky. Time to move.

Yesterday, I made a post detailing the cdc announcement that there will no longer be an isolation requirement for covid. If you are one of the thousands of people rightfully raging in my notes, here's some steps to focus on.

We're not gonna give up. I've seen quite a few comments with things like 'what's the point', 'why should I even try anymore' etc etc and what we're not gonna do is give them what they want! It helps the eugenics cause to be apathetic and listless. We've made it this far, we will continue to make it. I know it's hard, but I am at least right here with you. Give yourself whatever time you need to grieve, and then I need you to get up.

If you have stopped masking for any reason, or you haven't upgraded to a respirator style mask, now is the time to change or start. From now on, we will be living in a country where you could assume there are multiple covid positive people in the room with you at all times. Surgical masks will not handle that load, and cloth masks will be even less effective at that point. Obviously, this is an unprecedented situation we're putting these masks in, and I'm not gonna sit here and pretend to be an expert that can tell you with certainty that even respirators will hold up with this amount of viral load for a long period of time, but it's the best and strongest tool we have. I'm considering using my p100 more, so that's always something to consider as well (and they make you look like a cool raver when you wear them!!!). You can buy all sorts of masks here, there's more links in the comments of my original post, and most states have their own mask blocs. To find them, go to Instagram and type "[your state] mask bloc". Here is a google doc of verified advocacy groups and mask blocs all across the country here is a diy fit test kit you can buy for $30 (unfortunately they are sold out right now. shocker.) PLEASE remember to take a layered response in these times. Masks are not the only tool in our arsenal. PLEASE for the love of God keep up with your vaccinations. Make a corsi-rosenthal box or buy a high quality air purifier if you can afford it--at the very least our homes can be safe havens (you can even put a hepa filter on your furnace!!!! And in your car too!!!!!). Use CPC Mouthwash, nasal irrigation, and nasal sprays like this one. Make it a routine: you come home, you shower, you brush your teeth, you rinse your nose, you change your clothes. And, like I said in another one of my posts, DO NOT TAKE OFF THE MASK.

3. If you would like an outlet for your rage and you're into calling your reps, feel free to calmly but firmly let the cdc have it at these numbers!!!!!

[alt text: a tweet by user silly_paulie that reads:

"Disdain for the CDC unites us all. Call today and demand isolation policies be returned to 10 days, and reducing it further to 1 day would be criminally dangerous. Call both:

404-639-7000 (press 8)

800-232-4636"

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4. If you need more outlets for your rage, I STRONGLY encourage you to get involved with your local union. Moreso than calling the CDC, tbh. I've seen multiple comments telling people just to lie about your symptoms to get more sick time off, but since there's no legal precedent to allow employees sick time for covid, all that's gonna do is get people fired. I truly believe in my lefty heart that the ONLY way we're getting anything close to mitigation is through labor rights. Even the standard for the fucking flu is 3 days, and that's nowhere near as contagious or disabling as covid. I say this as a high risk person with a neuromuscular disability: covid is an intersectional issue, but where we have the most leverage to get what we need is through labor rights.

It is NOT safe for workers to be working while ill with a Level 3 Biohazard (same as TB and the FUCKING PLAGUE. Seriously we have more regulations around fucking lice)

It is NOT safe to willfully EXPOSE your employees to a Level 3 Biohazard

It is NECESSARY for all employees to be allowed up to 10 days to recover fully from Covid-19, in order to avoid possible further injury from or hospitalization

You will NOT die or be disabled for the sake of the wealthy!!!!!

(and while you're at it, ask for better air filtration too!!!! At least 5 air changes an hour, MERV-13 air filters!! Then we won't have to constantly worry about virus bs and policy changes in the first place!!!!)

5. Closing statements. Nothing has changed with covid, this is just policy. Covid still isn't magic, she still has to get in you before she can do damage--mask up, arm your home with clean air, and don't let her. It's always worse toward the end. This is not the time to give up, it's time to dig in your heels and get to work. There are so many good things happening with covid. They are finding encouraging treatments for long covid. Finally, after years of nothing, a new prophylactic for the high risk was submitted for emergency use to the FDA, and it looks like this time it's built to last against new mutations. Covid is here to stay for the rest of our lives, but the real science hasn't given up on taking the worst of its teeth out. We WILL get to the point where the extreme fear of catching covid is nothing but a bad memory for EVERYONE. All I need you to do is commit to the belief that you're gonna survive long enough to be in that moment with the rest of us.

Now stay safe, and give em hell!!!!!

#covid 19 #covid safe #covid advocacy #covid is not over #mask up #danger days: truffula flu simulator #truffula flu survival guide

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andy-15-07 · 30 days

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Tides of Change

masterlist ! pairing Rafe Cameron x reader

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The soft morning light filtered through the curtains of Y/n and Rafe's small beachside cottage, casting a warm glow over the room. Y/n stirred from her sleep, her hand instinctively drifting to her stomach. Something felt different today, a strange fluttering in her abdomen that she couldn't quite place.

As she sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, the memories of the previous night came flooding back to her. Rafe had been more loving and attentive than usual, his touch lingering on her skin as if he were trying to memorize every inch of her.

Y/n couldn't help but wonder what had come over him, but she pushed the thought aside as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and made her way to the bathroom.

As she stared at her reflection in the mirror, a sudden realization washed over her like a tidal wave. Could it be possible? Could she really be pregnant?

Her mind raced with a thousand thoughts and emotions, her heart pounding in her chest. She had always dreamed of starting a family with Rafe, but she never imagined it would happen so soon.

With trembling hands, Y/n reached for the pregnancy test she had hidden away in the back of the cabinet. As she waited for the results, her heart felt like it was about to burst out of her chest.

And then, there it was – two pink lines staring back at her from the small plastic stick. Y/n's breath caught in her throat as tears welled up in her eyes. She was pregnant. She was going to have a baby with the man she loved more than anything in the world.

But as the initial wave of joy washed over her, a sense of fear and uncertainty crept in. How would Rafe react? Would he be happy about the news, or would he see it as a burden?

Y/n knew she had to tell him, no matter what. She couldn't keep something like this from him, not when it would change both of their lives forever.

With shaky hands, she made her way back to the bedroom where Rafe was still sleeping soundly. She sat down on the edge of the bed, watching him sleep for a moment before gently shaking his shoulder.

"Rafe, wake up," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur.

Rafe stirred from his sleep, blinking groggily up at her. "What is it, babe? Is everything okay?"

Y/n took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. "Rafe, there's something I need to tell you."

Rafe sat up, concern flickering in his eyes. "What is it? You're scaring me."

Y/n took his hand in hers, squeezing it tightly. "I'm pregnant, Rafe. We're going to have a baby."

For a moment, there was silence as Rafe processed her words. And then, to Y/n's surprise, a wide grin spread across his face, his eyes shining with happiness.

"Are you serious?" he exclaimed, pulling her into a tight embrace. "That's amazing, Y/n! I can't believe it!"

Y/n couldn't help but laugh through her tears, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She had been so worried about how Rafe would react, but now she knew that everything was going to be okay.

As they held each other in the early morning light, Y/n felt a sense of excitement and anticipation building inside of her. Yes, their lives were going to change in ways they couldn't even imagine, but she knew that they would face whatever came their way together.

And as they looked towards the future, hand in hand, Y/n knew that their love was strong enough to weather any storm that came their way.

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h-emera · 9 months

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Guide on making custom coat presets. (Allows for better quality custom coats)

31/08/2023: The guide has been updated to reflect a step I missed - when exporting your custom textures, make sure to select "generate mipmaps", the step is reflected in more detail under the appropriate part. Ctrl+f and enter "mipmaps" to skip to it.

16/10/2023: Updated to add more info re: generating hash ID's.

Okay, I decided to throw this together. There's some things I can't figure out still, but oh well, we're just getting through this as we go.

To clarify what I mean - this is not a stencil or a brush.

This will appear here:

To preface this guide though, I cannot, for the life of me, figure out how to make it appear as an individual option in-game, so, these are considered SWATCHES of the original coats.

Okay, with that out of the way.

Things you'll need:

Sims 4 Studio

GIMP

Probably Notepad, but it's optional on how easy it is for you to track things.

Guide:

These are the tools we'll be using in S4S.

Start by creating your empty package, once you're done, open up Game File Cruiser:

before you do ANYTHING, make absolutely sure that the search bar below the file list has "EP14" in it, otherwise you will 100% end up editing a cat or a dog coat pattern and that's now what we want, at all.

Add the first horse file to your package

In our case, it's the Lusitano Dapple coat, don't worry, if you're making a breed-specific coat, you can change this later.

Now that it's been added to our package file, it should look like this:

We now have two options, I'll explain this to those who don't care about creating a game-generated thumbnail and want to find it easier.

To make your "test" thumbnail, you'll want to copy the instance ID of the file we just added to our package:

It should look like this, the instance ID should be in 2nd from the top search bar, then, select all and click filter (it just makes life easier than finding the specific file type).

These are the current, in-game CAS thumbnails. We'll add both of them to the package, they're for ponies and adult horses.

Now you can export these two pictures (They need to be saved as .png's), edit them as you'd like and then import them back into the package.

Now, you CAN add up to 5 different pelt layers that can be easily recoloured in-game, however, we'll only be working with two pelt layers in this tutorial, because it's a tutorial and you'll learn how to make more of them anyway.

Click on "Pet Coat Pattern" and then look over the data:

From there, Click on "PetPeltLayers":

The first pelt layer is ALWAYS a solid colour, we'll begin by copying the LayerID (Instance ID) and going back to game file cruiser.

Just like previously, you should keep EP14 in the search bar and just use the instance ID bar to find things, as that's all we'll be doing.

Add the Pet Pelt Layer to your package file, then, copy the "texture key" from the Pet Pelt Layer:

Then find the Texture Key:

This is the solid colour layer, it HAS to be there as this is what will help you edit your base colour. Add this to your package file.

Now, our package file will look like this:

Unfortunately, we're not done, just yet, we'll want to grab at least the second PetPeltLayer:

Just like before, we're going to copy the ID and find the Pet Pelt Layer + the Texture for this layer:

Now, our package file will look like this:

You can now go ahead and close the Game File Cruiser, we won't be using it anymore.

Right now, this is our package file and we need to do some cleanup first.

We'll be opening up the PetPeltLayers once more and we'll remove the last 3 entries:

You should be left with only two entries, as that is what we'll be editing (leaving the other 3 will break the preset).

Now, we'll start generating new hash codes for everything:

Edited 16/10/2023: When generating your hash ID's, please use your creator name ie.: "[YourCreatorName/Blogname]TutorialPetBreedCoatPattern11", this will give you a more unique hash code than hoping to be as descriptive as possible when generating the hashes (in this case instance ID's).

Thanks to Mizore Yukii for this advice, from Creator's Musings discord.

As in my previous guides, be descriptive with what you're typing there and then just change the last number.

The process is annoying and slow, so bear with the images, and follow along.

The TextureKey coloured in red is the 3rd ID you'll generate, it's what links the texture to the Pet Pelt Layer, which links it to the Pattern we're creating. (Sorry for the squished thumbnail, open it in your browser, I was running out of picture space for the rest of the tutorial lol).

And now we repeat this for the second Pet Pelt Layer.

Now, if you want the game to just generate the thumbnail for you, you can skip this step, if you want to make a custom thumbnail, then copy the Pet Coat Pattern Instance ID into the two Thumbnails we've added to our package file:

This is what the package file has to look like at this point.

Now is the relatively easy part, editing the second RLE 2 Image. We won't touch the base, because it's not necessary.

I recommend using the Horse Diffuse Map as a base when you're drawing your pattern. It'll be easier to see what you're doing. You can download it here: Horse Diffuse Map.

Remember, that your pattern HAS to be white, black space is IGNORED by the game and considered a "transparent" layer, so that you can see the layer beneath the you're working on.

This is my quick, and lazy test one I've made, I use a PNG of the Diffuse Map as a base and on a separate layer I draw with white coloured brushes:

You may notice the very straight lines on the diffuse map - make sure to colour OVER them as if you do not, it will appear in-game because those are the seams where the mesh "meets"

Once you're satisfied with your pattern, you can go to export, just make sure that the white pattern is on a separate layer to the diffuse map. At this point you can add a black background underneath the white and export.

All you have to do is export the RLE2 Image you've edited as a DDS image in the L8 format and (edited 31/08/2023) select "Generate mipmaps" otherwise you will experience a glitch in-game where the coat disappears. You can leave the mipmap options as default, it should work correctly.

Then, we're going to import it into our package and save our package:

Remember to not touch the completely white base coat!

Now that this is over, we'll go back to Pet Coat Pattern and edit some settings.

The first three settings is what I recommend changing around. The first setting changes the breed, the second setting changes how the coat pattern is labeled and the third setting changes the colour it's tagged under.

Only change "TagValue" - it will give you a dropdown menu, don't change anything else. The TagValueNumber changes automatically, so don't worry about it.

EDITED TO ADD:

Additionally, don't forget to go into "PetPeltLayer" and change the colours, this is what will show up as "base" colour that you can change in-game. You can change them for every PeltLayerData file you have.

Now, save and go test it out in game:

Bada bing, bada boom we've got our "custom" coat preset.

If I've forgotten anything, let me know. This took me 2 hours to write, so forgive my typos. If anything is unclear, let me know. I ran into a struggle with the picture limit on Tumblr (found out that it's 30, I should move my guides somewhere else, but where?)

#The Sims 4 #Sims 4 #The Sims 4 Horses #The Sims 4 Pets #the sims 4 horse ranch #the sims 4 guide #sims 4 guide #sims 4 custom content guide #sims 4 horses guide

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captain-mj · 8 months

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Can we please have some more monster handler au? If you still want to write about that piece

They should be on their way to a happy ending right 🥺

....I'm so sorry for being so late to make this

Ao3 link to the entire thing

Ghost sat on Soap's bed, on his stomach casually. Soap cleaned his wings gently. He had searched up how bird owners cleaned their birds wings and, besides finding some things out about how birds court each other, he also found out the basics. Which meant he could easily comb out all of the old feathers and preen the remaining ones until they shined.

Ghost purred softly when he did. His wings stretched to give him more access, letting Soap's fingers work.

"There we go. You're all done." Soap tried to move away from him.

Ghost grabbed Soap and pulled him back down, making what he wanted clear. He heard him chuckle before his lovely hands were back on his wings. This time just stroking and petting.

"Sorry, m'eudail. Wouldn't want to disappoint you." Soap continued to gently take care of him.

Ghost purred and melted. "Better." His ear tufts flicked up and down, up and down. Clearly showing his approval. "Keep doing that and I'll let you kiss me."

Soap smiled, liking this more playful side of Simon. He kept scratching until Ghost decided it was enough. The man moved under hm quickly, flipping to his back without so much as jostling Soap. He pulled him down and started to kiss him, giant hands sliding down his back before grabbing a handful of his ass.

"Ghost..."

Simon growled and squeezed his ass hard. He wrapped his wings firmly around him, squeezing.

"I'm not going to leave."

"Just gotta make sure." Ghost purred, digging his nails in a little. Soap jerked just a little and started to kiss him again.

Someone texted them and Ghost groaned immediately. "Tell them we're busy. I need to be handled."

Soap laughed and relaxed onto his chest. "I've spoiled you."

"A little. Why does it matter? I feel like I still do just fine." Ghost nipped him.

Soap purred and stretched. "Guess not. I like keeping you happy."

Ghost's wings fluttered slightly and he looked embarrassed about it. They tried to stay in bed as long as they could before being dragged out.

Alex sat with Soap during a meeting. Ghost had been dragged away for something, so the two of them just ended up next to each other. Soap could feel something around Alex. An air of something. Despite how clearly he was trying to hide it, Alex kept tapping his nails against the table and they were clearly not human. It wasn't like Alex to lose control of his form.

Soap glanced around for Gaz, but he was nowhere to be seen. He slowly reached over and bumped his shoulder, making Alex focus on him.

"You okay, buddy?"

Alex continued to stare at him for a minute before looking around. "Can we talk afterwards?"

Soap nodded. "Yeah, sure." He didn't get why Alex would want to talk to him specifically, but he didn't mind. As everyone filtered out, Alex took a deep breath.

"I know Ghost didn't get a choice. I... asked around."

Soap tilted his head but stayed quiet.

"Alejandro didn't get a choice either. Neither did I. And... I'm pretty certain if I could get Graves alone to ask, he'd say he didn't have a choice either." Alex looked at Soap. "How... awful, right?"

Ice ran through Soap's veins along with a helping of sheer nausea. "What do you mean?"

"They told all of us different things. Alejandro was told it was weapons testing. I was told it was a new bulletproof tac gear. Different things. I sometimes wonder if they leaked this stuff to the cartels on purpose. Creating monsters inside that would wipe out everything. They would know how to handle it. How to kill them. Also meant free research."

"Wouldn't be the first time the military did something awful like that."

"No. It wouldn't. I don't want to believe it. But they did similar things to Farah and the other prisoners. Unethical experiments. Cruel things. Trying to replicate what the military was doing at the time. It's just... interesting. That they knew only weeks after the military found out how to do this to people." Alex stared off. "I've talked to Gaz. He gets angry. Talks about how awful it is. He... He won't admit it out loud, but he's angry for me too. Even if I came out... right, how terrible it is that it was done at all. Soap, do you think this was worth it?"

Soap felt like his throat had closed all the way. "What was worth it?"

"Us. Was it worth it? You're a handler. I want your perspective. Do we do enough good to justify it all?"

Ghost's beautiful eyes blinked at him. The scarring. The little airplane and how Ghost hated his appearance and Alejandro hid what he was and Alex was considered perfect and the shining example when Gaz had admitted drunkenly that Alex sobbed and whimpered and clawed at himself after every battle. That all of them suffered so much. How most of them could never leave the military.

"No. I don't think you do. You try your best. But you're not the people who should be making amends."

Alex closed his eyes. "I'm glad you agree. I really do."

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #soapghost #cod #ghoap

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oftenlyshitposting · 6 months

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wouldn't it be funny if shin somehow was given a jetpack from one of the mandalorians while her and sabine were visiting mandalore

sabine, ahsoka, and bo-katan would be conversing together over tea and uj'alayi, as they do; while shin was at the great forge with the armorer, as she does

there was this young apprentice of the armorer's who is crafting the jetpacks, right, and they need someone to test it out because their test-person is currently out testing another jetpack; they saw shin just sitting around reading, so they called her

"you want me to what?" shin repeated, not quite understanding what the apprentice told her to do

"try out the jetpack," the apprentice persists, like it's the most obvious thing ever, "my friend is out testing, and i need this jetpack finished today. i can't concur if it's ready or not without testing."

"i do not even know how to use this thing."

"it's easier than you'd think. the controls are in the vambraces." the apprentice quickly shoves shin a pair of vambraces, and began instructing a guide. "this tells it to go up, this is to land. it's intuitive, so it will follow your movement."

shin tuts, despite understanding the jetpack's controls. "this does not feel correct. i am not the armorer's apprentice."

the apprentice groans, desperate. "wolf, please. i don't want to work overtime today! it's my sister's birthday and i want to celebrate."

shin stares at the young apprentice in front of her, yellow helmet seems to echo the pleading eyes underneath it. she sighed, snatching the vambraces. "fine. but if the armorer, or worse ahsoka, finds out, you are responsible for this."

the apprentice cheered, victorious. "yes, yes, okay. try it on, wolf!"

shin rolled her eyes as she strips off her vambraces to put on the pair the apprentice gave her. she puts on the back piece of beskar that connects the jetpack, and the apprentice returns with a breastplate and a helmet to complete the look, which further confuses shin

"why are you handing me a helmet?"

"if you fly around without one, you'll lose your head."

shin grumbles, but the apprentice does have a point. after she puts on the breastplate and the helmet, it took her a while to adjust to feeling of beskar and the helmet. looking through the visor, she realises it adds more depth to her vision and it's programmed to fly

"okay," shin spoke, mildly entertained by her filtered voice through the helmet, "where do i fly to?"

"make a round trip from here to the center square. that should be enough to test it out."

shin nodded. she breathes in, trying out the controls in her vambrace, and slowly began to lift off the ground higher. the apprentice cheered, encouraging her to take off, so shin did

she immediately takes off from the great forge, and fly out some great height that made her blood rush in ways she's never did before, maneuvering through buildings and up to the sky above her

shin began to make her way to the center square; flying this freely feels so unfamiliar to her, yet it's also so natural. like she was born fly this freely. it's so different than flying a starfighter, shin thinks

just as shin sees the center square ahead of her, she hears someone else flying on her right, and another one shows not far behind her left. shin's helmet notifies an incoming transmission, and when she looks to the right, there sabine was with her identifiable brightly coloured beskar

"alright, apprentice. you're not cleared for a testing schedule today, so we're gonna have to escort your landing," comes in bo-katan's voice through the transmission in her helmet

sabine's voice chimes in, "i really hope for your sake, the armorer is in a good mood today, kid."

shin sighs, nodding as she began to descend, followed closely by bo-katan and sabine on her sides. but, just as she was closing in for a landing, the jetpack stutters, engines hacking away and making her unstable, before completely shutting off and threw her in a freefall

luckily, both sabine and bo-katan came to her aid and grabs her arms as they slowed down her eventful landing at the center square. when they're all on steady ground, shin watch as the mand'alor and sabine takes off their helmets, and she takes it as her cue to remove hers

sabine's eyes are wide in disbelief as she exclaims, "shin?! what the hell were you doing with a jetpack?"

shin had to contain her amusement, shrugging instead. "one of the armorer's apprentice needed someone to test this out. i was free, so i did it."

"well, that explains the unscheduled flying," bo-katan points out with a laugh, shaking her head. "alright, let's go back to the forge and return the jetpack. clearly, the apprentice still needs to do some fixing with the engine."

"ah, about that," shin hesitantly began, earning a curious look from the two mandalorian women, "the apprentice told me they wanted to go home quickly. their sister is celebrating a birthday. i do not wish to keep them at their workshop for too long."

bo-katan shared looks with sabine, conversing in silence as shin remains waiting for their decisions. the mand'alor sighs, nodding her head at shin to follow her as they make their way to a workshop

shin eventually returns to the great forge on flight, landing clumsily beside the apprentice's workshop. the apprentice waits expectantly, watching closely as shin takes off her helmet and unclasps the beskar

"well? how was it?" the apprentice asks as they help shin takes off the jetpack

"bo-katan and sabine escorted me to land on the center square. they told me i was flying on an unscheduled testing," shin replies, putting heavy emphasis on the last part

the apprentice shifts, guilty. "i'm sorry. i'll clear that with the mand'alor."

shin's lips quirk to a small smile, patting the apprentice's helmet. "worry not. i explained to bo-katan, and the mand'alor understands your situation. sabine also already fixed the engine, it had a little issue earlier."

"what?!" the apprentice squealed, panic in their voice. "what happened?"

"it ran fine, had some trouble with the landing sequence, i suppose," shin explains factually, and when the apprentice frets, she knocks on their helmet, "worry not, i told you. sabine already fixed it. she left an instruction guide for you to learn from the mistake in the helmet, so you do not need to be staying here for your sister's birthday."

the apprentice looks up at shin, and the blonde padawan can only guess their eyes are glimmering underneath the helmet. "thank you so much, wolf. i'll be sure to pass my thanks to the mand'alor and commander wren as well."

shin then contemplates on something for a little, before replying in mando'a, "ba'gedet'ye, ad'ika." the language was still foreign on her tongue, but she feels that it's appropriate

when the apprentice left, shin made her way back to the armorer's station, picking up her book. the armorer was there, in the middle of writing something on her desk

"did one of my apprentice trouble you?" the armorer asks, but her tone indicated that she knew the answer already

shin shook her head. "no. they only required some help. i happen to be free to help them."

the armorer made a humming noise. "who was it?"

"i did not ask their name," shin asnwers, "they had a yellow helmet, with blue line on their visor."

"ah," the armorer recognises, "yes, i know them. a little feisty troublemaker that one, atin ferro. very exceptionally skilled in assembling sen'tra."

"they are," shin agrees

"you tried flying it?"

"yes."

"how was it?" the armorer asks, curious of shin's opinion on the device

shin contemplates for a little. "it was... like i've never imagined before. i felt so free. it is different from flying a ship or a starfighter."

the armorer nodded. "it is. we take pride in it."

shin smiles, soft snd small. "i know."

the armorer stands, walking towards shin as she places a gentle gloved hand on her back. "come along now. i believe the mand'alor is looking for us. and your jedi master, too."

shin nodded as the two made their way to the grand palace, arriving to the grand throne welcomed by bo-katan sitting at the head of the table, followed by an empty seat to her right, din and grogu by her left, ahsoka across of din, and sabine next to din. the armorer made a beeline to the empty seat next to bo-katan as shin made her way to sit across sabine

sabine grins at shin the moment she sat down. "you're growing more mandalorian the more time we spend here, flying around in a sen'tra."

to that ahsoka turns to sabine, looks at shin, and shoots a questioningly amused look at sabine. "what did you mean shin is flying around in a jetpack?"

"i told you, i was helping an apprentice of the armorer's," shin sighed at sabine as she repeats the reason why she was in a jetpack, "you are acting as if i stole their device and took a joyride."

"hey, i wouldn't blame you. it'd be fun."

"yes, of course you'd find stealing the armorer's devices fun, ad'ika. you, are a little menace." bo-katan laughs from across the table, as if the idea of sabine sneaking around the armorer's inventory isn't surprising to her at all, as the rest of the table echoes the mand'alor's laugh

bo-katan had thrown a small gathering to celebrate; she didn't exactly specify the occasion or the reason for said gathering, but no one is surprised. if anyone asks, the mand'alor is either celebrating sabine becoming the first mandalorian jedi in their current lifetime after tarre vizsla, or celebrating mandalore's new liberation day

shin initially felt a little out of place; everyone in this table had known each other prior, and she doesn't. the only two people she knows are sabine and ahsoka, so she mostly listens to them exchanging war stories to fill both ahsoka and sabine in, or any news that they might have missed during their time stranded on the other galaxy

sabine had included shin into the conversations as best, whenever she could. the mandalorian padawan would excitedly tell the table how incredibly skilled shin is as a warrior, even went so far to claim she would make a fine mandalorian apprentice, something that made shin's ears flush red under her curtains of bone-white blonde

(it doesn't help that ahsoka and bo-katan had knowing smiles on their face as sabine says so)

the armorer, in response to sabine's claims, voices out, "i agree with commander wren. i'd be highly honoured to have her as mine own apprentice."

sabine grins widely as shin had a disbelieving look on her face as if she couldn't believe her ears. her eyes dances around the table, meeting ahsoka's agreeing expression on her face, echoed by bo-katan's approving smile

"though," ahsoka began with her usual cheeky smile, raising her cup for a sip, "i believe you would have to battle general syndulla to the death for shin."

shin had a questioning look on her face, while sabine laughs across of her. "i love hera, but my bets are on the armorer. i think shin looks dashing in beskar."

the armorer laughs, a rare expression from her, evidently amused by the prospect. "as much as i agree with commander wren," she nods at shin's direction, "i believe any choices that are to be made comes back to her own decision."

shin feels a lot of proud and welcoming eyes on her, her insides suddenly feels so warm. she recalls the last time someone held her so highly in pride and she had felt so wanted; her previous master, baylan. and now, she was deemed worthy enough to be considered to become the armorer's apprentice

"i..." shin began, but truly unsure on what to say. her eyes dart towards ahsoka, and the jedi master nods understandingly, calming her through the force. shin breathes, before continuing, "i am beyond honoured to be considered with such offer. i am still unsure if that is the path for me currently, and if it is acceptable by you, mand'alor, and the armorer, perhaps i could think on it for the moment before i come to any decisions."

bo-katan shares a glance with the armorer, silently conversing with each other, before they both nod. the armorer spoke, "that is acceptable. you are welcomed anytime you feel ready."

shin's face lights up, beaming, almost matching sabine's grin and ahsoka's proud smile. the mand'alor raises her cup for a toast as the whole table cheers

later on that night, in the shared quarters with sabine within the palace, shin is polishing her new pauldrons made from an alloy of her old pauldrons mixed with beskar, marvelling at the silver-ish beauty of the raw and unpainted pieces. her lightsaber is sat perfectly next to sabine's and her pile of beskar pieces

sabine exits the refresher with a pair of loose sleep pants and her black fitting tanktop, a trail of steam followed her close behind. shin can sense sabine leaning against the wall and watching her from her periphery, trying to ignore sabine's thoughts

"cyar'ika," sabine calls softly, and shin had to pretend as if the mando'a petname isn't sending shivers down her spine. the mandalorian walks towards the bed, sitting on the edge, eyes never leaving shin

shin simply hummed in response. sabine tuts. the blonde padawan sighs, putting down her pauldrons. "what is it?"

sabine smiles when their eyes met. there's something swimming behind those honeyed brown eyes, shin can sense it. "nothing. you're just..."

shin watches as sabine gets up from the bed to strut towards her, looping her arms around shin's neck as she sat herself on her lap. sabine tucks her curtains behind one ear, a ghost of a smirk on her lips as shin's reddish earlobe is visible. sabine's eyes are wild as they dart from shin's eyes to her lips

sabine leans down to kiss shin, instinctively making the blonde padawan wrap her arms around sabine's torso to pull her closer towards herself. the mandalorian grabs the side of shin's face to tilt her up so sabine can deepen the kiss, hungry for more

"gar mesh'la," sabine rasped out in between gasps over shin's lips

shin groans softly against sabine. "bed?"

sabine nods, eyes hazy and lidded. "gedet'ye."

shin smirks, kissing sabine as she picks her mandalorian up and pins her down to the bed, kissing down sabine's neck

shin thinks she'll be learning something else tonight

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dremiru · 4 months

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okay i'm a day late but HELLOOO?? NEW EAH SONG IN 2024? WHAT THE HEX

now there's A LOT to consider with this sudden jumpscareish reveal, so here's a bit of a rant:

• lots of people seem to think "Can't Get Me Down" is AI and as someone that's listened to A LOT of AI covers for a project, it's not unlikely. the glitchy robotic vocals dont make the song easy to defend. maybe theres just A LOT of filters and voice changers, who knows. or maybe its purposefully trying to sound robotic?? like a punkified, rockish taylor swift song meets futuristic pop? dunno, it's fun to think of theories though!!

• there's a big chance that this is simply an old song that's being brought back from the dead after being scrapped back when the show was still running and i think that really might be the case. question is: why bring it back now?

• with the still ongoing trademarks and unscrapped eah projects sitting out there, there's a huge chance that mattel still hasn't completely given up on eah. i've heard of the still officially "in production" movie before and previously came to a conclusion that the studio has either forgotten to scrap it officially or is keeping it as "just-in-case" sort of material. now that there's a crumb of new content out there, this does make me more hopeful for the future of the project. not sure they're going to pick it up, though.

• there's a theory out there that the new song is meant to be a test - to see the reactions of the fandom and previous fans nostalgic of the series (plus maybe some new fans) out there and test if bringing EAH back now would be beneficial for the company. now, whether that's true or not, they CERTAINLY got a reaction. just waiting for a tiktok to go viral or a big doll creator mentioning it in a video now🤞🤞

• now, as i've mentioned, i do think this is a song from a webisode or part of movie that got scrapped. going further, this may just be a way for mattel to gain some sudden attention and create speculations. i'm honestly not sure what they're meaning to do further. i'd love to say they're going to pick up and continue the series, but that's most probably not the case. if eah does get picked up, we're most probably getting a rewrite, a reboot or simply new movie with changed concept that introduces the changes made to the world. in either case, we can hope for major plotlines, characters and relationships continued, maybe even filling some plotholes and answers to questions that were left unanswered (DARLING AND APPLE PLOT CONTINUED PLEASE)

• i don't want to raise anyone's hopes too much. as exciting this is and as enthusiastic i may be for POSSIBLY NEW EAH CONTENT (AAAAAAA), a rational side of my brain's got another theory. the release of the song is most likely not an accident or leak, since it would probably be already deleted, but this might just be a way for mattel to grab some newly-found attention, feed us a crumb and leave us hungry. or it is an accident that's gained too much attention to be suddenly deleted? who. knows. all we can really do know is speculate, wait and hope.

Anyway. Stream "Can't Get Me Down" 🔥🔥🔥

#this was not on my bingo card #ever after high #eah #eah reboot 2024??#apple white #raven queen #speculations #ranting bc i'm still hyperfixated #can't get me down #eah songs

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laurellynnleake · 4 months

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🚨 COVID19 WEATHER REPORT: HOLIDAY SPIKE RAGES ACROSS USA 🚨

1/1/2024: Okay! Things are bad! We're JUST beginning to see how many people caught COVID-19 during the holidays. Right now it's moving through the USA causing AT LEAST 2 million infections per day (and that's the under-counted government numbers alone).

During this surge, ~100 million people total (~1 in 3 people in the US) will likely get COVID. Different areas will peak at different times, so keep an eye on your local numbers.

Reminder: All our viral data (recorded infections, deaths, wastewater viral count, etc) works on a 2 week delay - the length of COVID-19's initial acute phase where people are contagious and shedding viruses.

We want to slow the current spike down as much as we can by using respiratory masks like N95s, air filtration, and isolating and testing for COVID-19 multiple times after exposure. Hopefully we'll hit the peak soon (and not get hit as hard as Omicron in 2022).

DON'T GIVE UP HOPE! RESPIRATOR MASKS STILL PROTECT US

Respirator masks like N95s and KN95s use electrostatic filters that block at least 95% of dangerous virus-carrying respiratory aerosols, and can be adjusted to fit snugly around your nose and mouth. The few viruses get in, the less "sick" you'll get during the acute phase, and the less long-term damage they'll cause to your vascular and immune system (aka Long COVID).

If you are sick, please stay home and REST for as long as you can - the goal is 14 DAYS even if the surface symptoms seem "mild". People physically need rest to prevent worse damage to our organs. We need immediate emergency aid from our local and federal government to keep people staying HOME and fed and with medicine like Paxlovid.

If you are forced to work while sick, please wear a well-fitted N95/KN95 respirator mask to prevent further outbreak (but surgical/cloth masks are better than none). Avoid CROWDED PLACES, COVERED SPACES, and CLOSE CONVERSATIONS. Stay hydrated and eat easy, bland food, keep cleansing your sinuses and throat with nasal sprays/CPC mouthwash, and take ibuprofen/aspirin instead of tylenol for pain. If you keep struggling to breathe and you can't get enough oxygen, you need emergency hospitalization (look for blue/purple/grey tips to fingers, tongue, lips).

Please take care of yourself and each other! We will get through this.

#covid19 #covid isn't over #happy new years #year of the dragon #long covid #actually disabled #disability rights #viral trends #covid recovery #coronavirus #sars cov 2 #influenza #wastewater data #mask up #respirator masks #respirator #l3 host post

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star-anise · 1 year

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Bit of a long-winded ask, but I'm in the process of trying to find a new mental health professional and one of the prospective ones specializes in person-centered therapy. It's not a process I'm super familiar with, and wanted the opinion of a professional; how likely is this to be effective in treating anxiety and obsessive compulsive tendencies? I'm already a deeply introspective person, and so I'm a bit skeptical about a technique that (to my uneducated perspective) is only reflecting my own thoughts albeit filtered through the perspective of another.

Any insight you might have would be greatly appreciated.

I can do that!

If you've been through counselling before, you know how much of a difference it makes to say stuff out loud, so that no matter how introspective you are, it always hits different to have another person in the room. So we're not discussing this approach vs no therapy, but vs other kinds of therapy.

Person-Centred Therapy (PCT, also known as Rogerian or Humanistic Therapy), is basically the foundation on which psychotherapy as I was taught it rests. You can get counsellors who didn't get Rogers as a base, especially in places like Europe or Latin America where Freudian techniques are still quite popular; but Carl Rogers is like the anti-Freud, someone about whom we are taught very little but of whom Tumblr would probably greatly approve.

So, before I get ahead of myself: The most important thing is whether you, individually, feel like the person who is counselling you is someone you can trust to really listen to you and take you seriously, and that you are in agreement about what your collective priorities are. The technical name for this is "therapeutic alliance" and absolutely nothing is as much of an influence on whether your therapy will succeed as that. Therapeutic style, number of degrees, or years of experience all bow at the feet of therapeutic alliance.

I realize that's not a the most useful thing to hear if you're looking at a web directory of counsellor profiles and trying to pick one. It's often something that needs to be tested out by actually meeting them, and that's a giant pain! I'm sorry about that. Many counsellors offer free initial consultations, which might help.

PCT is a bit of a wildcard because it's got a very very solid grounding in therapeutic alliance, but can vary a lot in actual content. Some therapies that have very rigid techniques and agendas can sometimes feel rough and impersonal, where your therapist seems to be audibly thinking as you talk, "Which worksheet should I cram this one onto?" On the other hand, you have more certainty that they will probably hand you one. PCT relies a lot more on what you bring to the table—Are you a worksheet kind of person? Do you use worksheets to hide from your feelings? What would be better? Frankly, being introspective means this might be a better approach for you than others; the biggest failing of PCT is when clients don't have enough ideas, tools, or insight to spot problems and generate possible solutions, so they need more tangible forms of advice or instruction.

But to address the biggest question: No, the counselling process isn't just your therapist parroting your own words back at you all the time. It's a lot more complicated than that.

Being good at PCT rests on a tripod of three things: Warmth, empathy, and genuineness. They form a complicated dance depending on what's needed at the time. Empathy is just being able to accurately understand and state what another person is feeling; you need the warmth that says someone gives a shit about you and thinks you're okay. Warmth and empathy on their own are often just bullshit without the genuineness that provides honesty and discernment.

That warmth, empathy, and genuineness can include expressing different thoughts and opinions from yours, bringing up contradictions from experience or education, or emotionally reacting to what you've said. Unconditional positive regard (another PCT touchstone) doesn't mean uncritically approving of everything you say and do, but rather, having faith if you're treated in a positive manner, without being shamed, blamed, or punished, you'll work to get better than where you are now.

I hope that's enough of an answer to help. Trust your own instincts when it comes to the person themselves. Good luck!

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zapreportsblog · 10 months

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Baby Stacy

➥ summary: George Stacy and his wife welcome their baby into this world

➥ a/n: I like to think this is when gwen is born

➥ one shot

The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow upon the bedroom walls. George Stacy, a man of gentle strength and unwavering love, slowly roused from his slumber. He blinked away the remnants of sleep, his gaze tenderly falling upon the form of his partner, (y/n). Her face was nestled in the pillow, her features peaceful but tinged with exhaustion. George couldn't help but feel a wave of concern wash over him. (Y/n) had been experiencing bouts of morning sickness lately, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss.

With a gentle touch, George brushed a strand of hair away from (y/n)’s face, his fingers grazing her forehead with tender affection. He whispered her name softly, trying to rouse her from her sleep. (Y/n) stirred, her eyes fluttering open to meet George's worried gaze.

"Good morning, my love," George said, his voice filled with both love and concern. "How are you feeling today?"

(Y/n) let out a small sigh and attempted a smile, though weariness still clung to her features. "Morning, honey. I'm feeling a little better, but the morning sickness is still lingering."

George's brows furrowed with concern as he sat up beside her, his hand finding hers. "(Y/n), this morning sickness has been going on for quite some time now. Maybe we should consider speaking to a doctor about it. I just want to make sure you're okay."

(Y/n) nodded, appreciating George's care and concern. "You're right, George. I think it's time we seek medical advice. This constant nausea has been taking a toll on me, and I can't help but worry too."

Determined, George helped (y/n) sit up, supporting her as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. He fetched a glass of water and handed it to her, gently urging her to take small sips. Once she had settled and sipped the water, George reached for his phone and dialed their family physician's number.

After a brief conversation, George hung up the phone and turned to (y/n), his eyes filled with reassurance. "I managed to get us an appointment with Dr. Johnson this afternoon. We'll find out what's causing the morning sickness and make sure you're alright."

(Y/n) offered a weak but grateful smile, her heart warmed by George's unwavering support. She took a deep breath, her eyes meeting George's with a mixture of hope and apprehension. "Thank you, George. I'm grateful to have you by my side through all of this."

George squeezed her hand gently, his love for her radiating in his touch. "(Y/n), we're in this together, no matter what. We'll face whatever comes our way, as a team."

As the morning stretched into afternoon, George and (y/n) made their way to the doctor's office. The scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, mingling with the nervous anticipation that filled the room. They sat side by side, their fingers entwined, drawing strength from each other.

Finally, the door swung open, and Dr. Johnson, a seasoned and kind-hearted physician, greeted them with a warm smile. They exchanged pleasantries before delving into (y/n)’s symptoms, her experiences with morning sickness, and her overall well-being.

Dr. Johnson listened attentively, scribbling notes on his pad as he nodded along. After a thorough examination and a few routine tests, he turned to George and (y/n), a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. "I have some news for you," he said, his voice filled with a mix of joy and professional composure. "Well Mrs. Stacy, you're not just experiencing morning sickness. You're pregnant."

A mixture of disbelief and elation flooded over (y/n), causing her eyes to well up with tears. She looked at George, her voice barely above a whisper. "George, did you hear that? We're going to have a baby."

George's heart swelled with joy as he pulled(y/n) into a tight embrace. "(Y/n), my love, this is incredible news! We're going to be parents."

Emotions cascaded over (y/n), tears streaming down her cheeks as she clung to George, her body trembling with a whirlwind of feelings. "A baby, George. Our own little miracle."

Dr. Johnson smiled warmly, observing the couple's overflowing joy. "Congratulations to both of you. This is truly a precious moment. Take good care of yourselves, and remember, I'm here to support you every step of the way."

As George and (y/n) absorbed the weight of the revelation, a sense of awe settled over them. Their journey towards parenthood had just begun, filled with anticipation, wonder, and a love that would grow deeper with every passing day. They were ready to embark on this new chapter, embracing the unexpected blessings that lay before them.

•••

The sterile hospital room buzzed with a controlled chaos, nurses and doctors moving with purpose and urgency. (Y/n), her face flushed with exertion and anticipation, clutched the phone tightly in her hand as she paced the room. She took deep breaths, trying to steady herself amidst the surges of pain that coursed through her body. George, her devoted husband, was on the other end of the line, providing a calming presence even from a distance.

"I promise, (y/n), I'm doing everything I can to get to you as fast as possible," George's voice reassured her, his words intermingled with the background sounds of bustling city streets. "I wouldn't miss the birth of our daughter for anything."

(Y/n)’s eyes welled up with tears, a mix of emotions flooding her senses. She knew George's work as a dedicated police officer often demanded his presence at critical moments, but she had hoped he would be by her side during this monumental event. The contractions intensified, and she gripped the phone tighter, her voice strained but filled with determination.

"Please, George, I need you here. Our daughter... she's coming."

George's voice crackled with urgency. "Honey, I'm leaving work right now. I'll be there as soon as I possibly can. Hold on, my love. You're strong, and I know you can do this."

(Y/n) nodded, her body trembling with the effort of holding on. "I'll wait for you, George. Hurry."

With renewed determination, George rushed through the busy streets, his heart pounding in sync with his footsteps. The streets seemed endless, the traffic testing his patience. Every passing second felt like an eternity as his mind raced with worries and hopes. He had never felt such a mix of fear and anticipation in his life, a fear of missing his daughter's first moments, and an overwhelming hope that he would make it in time.

Meanwhile, inside the labor and delivery room, (y/n)’s contractions grew more intense, causing her to squeeze her eyes shut and grip the edge of the hospital bed. The support of the medical team around her eased her worries, but her heart longed for George's reassuring presence. She glanced at the clock, feeling time slipping away with each passing minute.

Just as doubt started to creep into her mind, the door to the room swung open with a resounding thud, startling everyone inside. George burst into the room, his eyes wide with determination and love. "I'm here!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with relief and excitement. "Where's our baby?"

The room erupted in a mix of laughter and cheers as the medical staff exchanged glances and stepped aside, making way for George. (Y/n)’s eyes widened with a mix of astonishment and overwhelming joy as her husband, slightly disheveled but brimming with adoration, rushed to her side.

George took (y/n)’s hand in his, his touch filled with reverence and awe. "I made it, honey. I'm here," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "You're doing amazing, my love."

(Y/n) smiled through tears, her grip on his hand tightening. "George, I knew you would make it. Our daughter... she's almost here."

With every ounce of strength she possessed, (y/n) pushed, her body guided by an inner power she never knew she had. George's eyes never left hers, his gaze a steady anchor amidst the whirlwind of emotions that enveloped the room.

And then, in a moment that felt both eternal and fleeting, their daughter made her grand entrance into the world. The cries of their newborn daughter filled the room, a beautiful symphony that drowned out all other sounds. The medical team worked swiftly and efficiently, cleaning and wrapping the baby in a soft blanket before gently placing her in (y/n)’s waiting arms.

Tears streamed down George's face as he beheld the sight before him. His daughter, their daughter, was here, a perfect culmination of their love and commitment. He leaned in close, placing a gentle kiss on (y/n)’s forehead.

"She's beautiful, (y/n)," he murmured, his voice filled with an overwhelming love. "Our daughter. Our little Gwen."

(Y/n)’s heart overflowed with gratitude as she looked at their daughter, her eyes filled with wonder and awe. "Gwen... It's perfect. Our little Gwen Stacy."

George nodded, a sense of profound joy etched upon his features. "She's our miracle, (y/n). Our little Gwen, our light in the darkness."

As George and (y/n) shared a tender embrace, their daughter nestled safely in (y/n)’s arms, a newfound completeness enveloped their souls. They had faced challenges and uncertainties, but in that moment, they knew that their love, and the life they had brought into the world, would carry them through any storm.

Little Gwen Stacy, born amidst the rush of life, would forever be a testament to the unwavering bond shared by her parents. And together, as a family, they would embark on a journey filled with love, laughter, and the infinite possibilities that lay before them.

#x reader #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderverse x reader #spiderverse imagine #spider gang #spiderman into the spider verse #spiderman into the spiderverse x reader #spiderman into the spiderverse masterlist #Geroge Stacy #geroge Stacy x reader #geroge stacy imagine #geroge stacy imagines #gwen stacy x reader #gwen stacy #gwen stacy imagines #gwen stacy imagine #x reader oneshot #x reader one shot

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tobiasdrake · 5 months

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The very last bauble. The very last hangout. As we move towards the conclusion to it all, we've heard from Vivia about what he wants us to bear in mind. Now it's time to hear what guidance Yakou has to offer us.

Oh, okay, we're gonna give him a pep talk. Disappointing to the very end, aren't you?

Really. We're really going to spend the last hangout yet again shilling the OTP that remains mired in the exact same place it was in way back in the Chapter 2 rooftop epilogue?

The answer, Yakou, is that it's not. Things are not going. There's been lots of blushing and lots of awkward pauses but nobody has said or done a single thing yet because writers despise romance despite how hard they try to inject it into their stories.

Ooh, Yuma doesn't know but that is a painful question.

*spit take* NOT SOMETHING TO BRAG ABOUT, FUCKING HELL.

God fucking dammit man. Even if you're making it up, "I was so great at cheating, you wouldn't even BELIEVE" is a terrible thing to make up. It doesn't need to be true to reflect poorly on your values.

I'm going straight back to the homunculus testing site so I can push you dipshit ass off a cliff.

This is the worst final hango--

Why was that Fubuki's final conversation topic!? Ew ew ew ew DX

This is the second-worst final hangout!

...wait.

Hold up.

Is he talking about actual kittens?

Or that, I suppose. Still, the way he chose to play this up has caused my opinion of him to nonetheless sink lower. It's not about whether he did or did not "three- or four-time". It's about the fact that he considers the image he tried to sell to be an admirable presentation of masculinity in the first place.

"LOL It's so cute how they'd get jealous whenever they'd find out about my other girlfriends!" This kind of casual misogyny is exactly the kind of behavior that makes me loathe "guy talk". Men will take one look at you, see a kindred bro, and then proceed to say the grossest shit to you with absolutely no filter whatsoever.

Too late, damage already done. There is no salvaging your reputation from here.

Now we're getting to the meat of it. I expected Yakou to give a counterargument to Vivia, but they seem to be on the same page.

Vivia asks, "Is it always right to reveal a cruel truth?"

Yakou says, "You need to put Kurumi's wellbeing first."

These both feel like things that are going to be important for Yuma to carry with him in the final confrontation with Makoto. Which is why the two baubles were put here.

It's not, and I hate that you think that. This exact mindset, that men only exist for women and nothing else, is a major contributing factor to toxic masculinity.

This conversation must be, like, right before Chapter 5. Yakou's getting ready to carry out Huesca's murder. That's why he's trying to connect with Yuma like this.

Yakou Furiou. I didn't think very highly of him when I met him. But then I got to know him and see new sides to his personality. And through that journey, I was able to learn that I was overestimating him and adjust my opinion even lower.

I don't like Yakou on a personal level. I don't hold his drinking or his grief against him. He's a damaged man who's been through some trauma. But he's also a frequent obstacle who has gross opinions and mostly gets in the way.

Nonetheless, I still stand behind him 100% in the murder of Dr. Huesca. Like I said before, I'm not fond of Yakou the Detective but I adore Yakou the Murderer. That we were all able to pull together and carry off the Crime of the Century to avenge Yakou's wife and assassinate the most well-guarded man in Kanai Ward?

Yeah. I'm proud of that. We did it. Huesca isn't Yakou's victim. He's our victim. We made this happen for Yakou and I have no regrets about it. I'd kill Huesca again if Yuma would let me. Shove him over that railing and let him be a malfunctioning immortal in a pit at the bottom of the secret lab.

Yakou isn't someone I would want to hang out with for an evening. But I'm glad he found his closure, even if this was the only way he could.

#master detective archives: rain code #drake plays rain code #yakou furio

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Ok last 'the gang is working at Goddard now' post from discord before I call it a night, assuming tumblr will let me post this one

Kat only loosely related, but although the Hephaestus doesn't have a CAPCOM (too far away) I wonder if closer low Earth orbit Goddard installations have one and if they, like NASA CAPCOMs, are all former astronauts. Probably not, I would think, since if you've got 1 person filtering all communication you'd probably want it to be one of Cutter's more… informed people. now imagining Jordan doing a CAPCOM stint since she's comms Jordan: What, you say the hull isn't damaged but you were hit by something. Was it round? Perhaps…. melon-shaped? Klein who's up doing a satellite launch from a station or whatever: I'll kill you Gill Klein’s just never gonna live that down huh Kat unfortunately he literally didn't Gill Rip Kate : ) but also :’ ( Also remind me what CAPCOM means because I’m like “the video game company?” Gill Concept: the Hephaestus crew doing a shift or two on CAPCOM to unwind after a long day of dismantling Goddard Futuristics from the inside out Kat capsule communicator basically they're the single line of communication between astronauts and the ground, to streamline stuff and they're usually astronauts because they know what the crew is doing more personally "In the context of potential crewed missions to Mars, NASA Ames Research Center has conducted field trials of advanced computer-support for astronaut and remote science teams, to test the possibilities for automating CAPCOM." hm. Maybe Goddard has AI capcoms Gill The Sensus series’ predecessor line, perhaps Kat Some poor asshole on a low orbit station: We've got an ammonia leak Automated CAPCOM: Please choose from the following options. Press 1 for a personnel issue. Press 2 for a maintenance issue Astronaut: We're dying Kate Pfff Kat someone: we've got some crew hostility in one of the low orbit stations Minkowski: Put Eiffel on CAPCOM for a few days. Either they'll calm down or they'll unite in being annoyed by him instead. Win win Kate Their secret weapon Gill Minkowski likes doing CAPCOM to unwind but Lovelace finds it stressful bc she’s way worse about being a backseat driver Kat Minkowski: Finally normal simple problems to solve. It is usually a pretty simple, boring job. Until something goes wrong Gill meanwhile, Lovelace: What do you MEAN you've never had to duct-tape a water reclamation system back together?? Kat Haha yeah. Former astronaut capcoms have creative solutions LEO crew who can get new supplies shipped up basically whenever: We could just… trash this broken part and order a replacement Lovelace: Why when you can mcgyver this solution with only moderate risk to life and limb Gill the Hephaestus Mission and the crew themselves gain such a reputation that when the rumors start circulating that Minkowski got her current job by killing Marcus Cutter ("and did you ever meet Marcus Cutter?") half the company is lowkey terrified of her Kate “Ohhh look at YOU with your cushy life, you can just order a NEW part. Back in MY day my boss came up there personally with a gun and shot at us” Kat Haha It’s a very different life being right next to earth easy mode Gill LEO crewmember whispering to another one while their commander is on the phone: God, I hope we don't have to go through a teambuilding exercise run by Isabel Lovelace… Kat Although I suppose it makes it even easier for cutter to send goons up to harass you Kate True… “Hey, can we have a new part?” “No, but you can have Victor Riemann! Have fun!”

Gill Alternatively: "Uh… we think we need a new part… ma'am." Minkowski: …okay? Let me get the word out to the supply team. "You're… not gonna send Warren Kepler and his minions with them like Mr. Cutter used to, are you?" Minkowski: What? No. Most of them didn't even come back from Wolf 359. "/sighs and other noises of audible relief, oh thank god!" Kat now imagining SI5 showing up for no goddamn reason on a resupply shuttle and the mission commander being like "i didn't order you" and closing the hatch crewmember: don't those burn up on re-entry commander: not my problem Gill Telling command you need help? Admitting human weakness? That's a Kepler-ing. Kat Yeah well does it admit human weakness to have to be let onto the station before you burn up with all the dirty laundry and other garbage when the capsule gets sent back thru the atmosphere Eiffel hearing about life on LEO stations: I can't believe this. They got new underwear sent up to them though it's a dangerous game… .Terry Virts had two consecutive underwear shipments explode thanks space x Cutter: The Andromeda station's psych evals are too far in the green. Blow up their next three laundry shipments.

#tales from the groupchat #wolf 359

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mayybirds · 11 months

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TtVtL Chapter 8 Snippet~

I was hoping to have the new chap out this weekend, but it didn't quite get together in time. We're looking at sometime late next week for the update. So for now, here's a lil preview to whet your appetites:

Eventually, once the pins and needles in his legs have come and gone, and with some reluctant help from Eveline, who grumbles the whole time about it, Ethan manages to finagle himself, with minimal flopping, into a sitting position, and then gets to his feet once more, this time successfully. He stretches out his aching limbs, and then pulls the rough-hewn wood table that is the centerpiece of the cabin into the patch of filtered light cast by the window, places the chairs at either end for himself and Eveline.

Sunlight, Ethan decides, is a glorious thing he is never going to take for granted again. Not after yesterday’s long night, where he’d feared to never see the sun again, to die in darkness and decay.

Eveline sits in hers carefully, regarding him unsurely as Ethan flops in his and rubs a weary hand over his face. He feels remarkably well-rested, all things considered, but the aches and pains in his body are definitely not minor. What he probably needs is food, and water, and yet more sleep, in all honesty, but while he’s certainly going to prioritize the first two, he’s not hedging his bets on getting more of the third. It’s already lucky the BSAA and Umbrella haven’t found them yet.

When he pulls his hand away from his face, Eveline is still staring silently at him, and Ethan realizes he has no idea how to even start this conversation—what needs to be said now to get them situated and out of here without her freaking out on him, and what must come later—and flounders. “Uh…” Great start, asshole, he thinks sourly. “Sorry you couldn’t wake me up earlier. I’m…not usually such a heavy sleeper. Next time just kick me awake, or something.” The second it’s out of his mouth, his long history of reacting violently to being awoken forcefully occurs to him, and Ethan winces. “Actually, wait, don’t do that.”

Eveline just keeps staring, and he coughs awkwardly.

“How long were you waiting for me to wake up?”

Eveline finally breaks eye contact to look at her hands, fidgeting with them in her lap. “Don’t know. A while.”

“Shit,” Ethan mumbles. With the cursed ambiguities of kid-speak, that could mean anything from thirty minutes to hours. “Sorry. You must have been…” Don’t say scared. “Hungry?” It comes out sounding more like a question than anything else, timid and unsure. He tries again. “I mean…it’s probably been a while since you ate, right?” Hell, the last meal they’d both been present for had been Marguerite’s god-awful rotting carcass of a dinner, and he severely doubts Eveline ate any more than he did. Though, in retrospect, maybe the rotten food was good for people who were infected? Mold grew on rotten things, right? Fuck, he’d never been that good at the biological sciences. He was a computer guy for a reason.

Eveline is looking at him again, though, half-wary but seemingly half-intrigued by the concept of food, so he plows on. “I know I’m hungry, at least. Starved,” and he manages a half-hearted laugh that quickly trails off. “What about you?”

“I ate,” Eveline mumbles, not really answering the question, and points a finger out behind his shoulder. When Ethan glances over, he notices for the first time a couple empty cans on the bench next to the sink that look like they’ve been practically licked clean, as well as several empty test-tubes scattered about with the remnants of black sludge clinging to their glass sides, and winces—both at the clear picture being painted of Eveline having to feed herself what was in all likelihood cold beans while he took a fucking nap, as well as at the…other stuff.

He’s not going to ask Eveline if she ate mold samples. He’s not. If only for his own sanity.

“Okay,” he says after a long moment, “But…are you hungry?”

Eveline shrugs, and he takes that as a yes.

#for those who are curious this takes place in like the first 1/3 of the chapter but is NOT the opening scene #Ethan and his cringefail struggles to bond with his new kid and also figure out how to feed her: the chapter #Through the Valley to Life

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whiskey-bumblebee · 10 months

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Disorder

Characters: Aaron Hotchner and David Rossi (platonic/professional), no romantic pairing in this one because it's more of a character study :) also hotch is bi <3

Word Count: 1175

Warnings: Homophobia, transphobia, use of outdated LGBTQ+ terminology/slurs (fag, dyke, transvestite, homosexual, fruit) - but within the context of teaching Rossi that these things aren't okay. Starts right under the cut. Also Rossi is kind of OOC but I personally think he's an asshole so.

It's a familiar scene, the team reviewing photographs and case files from the latest case they've been assigned. This time, they're preparing to fly to San Francisco.

Rossi huffed a laugh. "Of course it's San Francisco."

The team largely ignored him, not sure exactly what he's trying to get at, and thinking it's probably better not to ask him to elaborate. Rossi was a helpful part of the team, but sometimes...

"So it seems like the unsub is targeting members of the LGBTQ community," Spencer said slowly. "Does anyone have the file on how the victims knew each other?"

"They all volunteered at a community clinic," Emily responded, sliding the file over the table to Spencer, who scrambles to catch the papers before they slide off the table.

"What did they do there? Anything that might make people angry?" Morgan asked, walking around the table to peer over Spencer's shoulder.

"STI testing, peer counselling, outreach, increasing the accessibility of contraception and medication. Maybe controversial to an out-of-towner, but within San Francisco..." JJ trailed off, shaking her head.

"Maybe someone had a test come back positive? Started taking it out on the staff?" Spencer suggested.

"That makes the profile easy," Rossi said. "The unsub is a sexual deviant, so we look for signs of assault, run a DNA test, case closed."

The team fell silent, avoiding eye contact with each other.

"What makes you think that, Dave?" Hotch piped up.

"Well, all of the victims are homosexuals, so the unsub is likely a homosexual, or some sort of transvestite-"

"David," Aaron interrupted. "That isn't the preferred terminology-"

"Preferred terminology," Rossi threw his hands in the air, exasperated. "What does it matter? Dykes, fags, homosexuals. We know what we're looking for."

Rossi jabbed a finger at one of the victim's pictures.

"Could David and I have the room, please," Hotch said firmly. He crossed his arms. Everyone filtered out quickly, eager to be out of the tense room.

"They," Aaron slipped the photograph out from under Rossi's finger. "-are one of the victims. Not the unsub."

"You know what I'm getting at."

"No, I don't, David. Homosexuality hasn't been included in the DSM since the 1970s. You're being offensive."

"It's deviancy! You can't stand there and tell me that homosexuality is typical behavior." Rossi stood up and walked away from Hotch, turning his back to the taller man.

"It's perfectly acceptable 'behavior'. What if someone on the team was queer, Dave? How do you think that," Aaron gestured around the room, referring to Rossi's outburst. "Would make them feel? Safe?"

Rossi scoffed. "If one of them is a fucking fruit, they shouldn't be working in this unit in the first place."

"Dave," Aaron said, his tone dangerous. He was clearly considering his next move.

"Hotch," Rossi parroted. "What's your problem?"

"My problem," Hotch said, "Is that there's a 'fucking fruit' in the room with you right now. And he just so happens to run this unit."

Rossi shook his head and walked to the door, which someone had wisely closed behind themselves as they left.

"Sit down," Aaron said calmly, although there was a clear edge to his words.

Rossi turned around, walking to stand behind a chair and resting his hands on the back. He held eye contact with Aaron, clearly defying his request.

"Once we're finished, I'm going straight to Strauss' office, and I suspect she'll agree with me that a suspension is in order. Right now, you're going to listen to me."

Rossi's eyes finally dropped to the conference room table. Aaron took advantage of his moment of compliance.

"In the 21st century, we refer to members of the LGBTQ community with the terms they prefer. We do not say homosexual, fruit, or fag. Gay men are gay men, and lesbians are lesbians. Trans people are just trans. I'm sure you'll have time to catch up on the terminology during your suspension."

"So you're a fag, Aaron?"

Aaron took two steps across the room.

"I'm what you call a bisexual." He took Rossi by the upper arm, not caring if his vice grip left bruises, and dropped his voice to something just above a whisper. "And because we're at work, I'm going to walk out of here and call Strauss. But if you try this shit outside, I know a couple of 'fags' who would have broken your fucking nose."

Aaron let go, perhaps a little more aggressively than he needed to. He jerked his chin towards the door. "Get out."

Rossi left the building without even going to his office to fetch his coat.

Hotch walked out of the conference room, knowing all eyes would be on him.

"We can talk about this in a few minutes. I need to make a phone call."

Derek laughed and clapped his hands together. "Rossi's in trouble."

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"Right," Aaron said. "I'm glad you agree. Okay. Thanks, Strauss."

He hung up the phone and walked out of his office.

"Okay, everyone," He said, walking into the bullpen. "Rossi's been suspended for four weeks, or until he can pass a quiz on the updated terminology. Is everyone okay?"

Garcia looked kind of startled, having been in her cave while the team were in the other room. Judging by her tearful expression, someone had caught her up on the afternoon's events.

"We're okay," Emily replied. "We debriefed while you were on the phone."

Hotch nodded. "If anyone feels like they need to talk, I'll leave my office door open, or you can send me an email if you want to keep it private."

"Are you okay, Hotch?" Spencer asked.

Aaron cleared his throat. "I'm fine."

Penelope frowned and he softened.

"Rossi said some inappropriate things. It's important to me that you all feel safe at work. Of course, you don't have to disclose anything..." He trailed off. "But I'm..."

He sighed, starting to rub his fingertips together.

"It feels important that you know that the person running this unit is... I'll have your backs," He said finally, swallowing noticeably.

They all nodded.

"We know, Hotch," Derek replied.

Penelope offered a warm smile.

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The next morning, there's a noticeable difference in the office atmosphere with Rossi gone. But there's also something... else.

Hotch has adhered a small, rectangular sticker to the outside of his office window:

Everyone is welcome here.

And if Penelope has stuck a pride flag to the glass door which leads into the BAU's office space, nobody says anything about it.

And if Spencer starts wearing a he/him pin on the lapel of one of his cardigans, nobody says anything about it.

And if Derek starts adding "or lady?" when he asks "is there a special man in your life?" Nobody says anything about it.

And if JJ encourages the police stations they work with to refer to unsubs with gender neutral pronouns, nobody says anything about it.

And if Emily has lipstick on her cheek one morning. And if it looks a little bit like the shade JJ was wearing, nobody says anything about it.

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #hotch #fanfic #hotch one shot #my writing

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rmorde · 9 months

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SaShiSu: Honne-tatemae (PART 1)

What is "tatemae" and "honne"? What role do they play with SaShiSu? I'd like to explore these ideas these series of posts.

Now, a few clarifications:

This is not a serious university level research study. Please do not expect equally serious citations.

Aside from the "tatemae" and "honne" definitions plus their significant role in Japanese society, the rest of non-canon/official stuff are purely my opinion. So, if you disagree, it's alright.

Okay, cool? Cool.

TATEMAE & HONNE: A GLIMPSE

Now, back to "tatemae" and "honne". Simply put:

Tatemae = Facade -> The "face" shown to remain in harmony with society Honne = True feelings -> The real face hidden away from society

"Tatemae" is the "masked self" used to get by and avoid causing trouble to others. "Honne" is the "true self" suppressed deep inside in exchange of being accepted by others easily.

These concepts are vital when living in Japan. It's practically a communal obligation because being in harmony with society is everything there.

"Tatemae" is practiced by everyone EVEN among people with very close relationships because it has to be ensured first that said connection is extremely strong and trusting. The people involved have to become so in tuned with one another that they can read between the lines whenever they interact. So, when people starts showing their "honne", they would just get it without fuss.

SaShiSu: The Disaster Trio

So, what does "tatemae" and "honne" had to do with SaShiSu? Frankly, I think it is what led to their disastrous end which I talked about a bit in the past. This is kind of an expansion of it.

I'll establish first how I think their honne-tatemae works first. Starting with simplest one:

Satoru

Satoru has no tatemae to speak of at the beginning. He is crass and rude. He has no filter whatsoever. He shows 100% maximum no chill honne.

If he says "We're strong together" to Suguru, he meant it 100%.

If he displays comfort drawing confidence from Shoko, it is exactly just that. No double meanings or ulterior motives.

Satoru functions in JJK's world with just his honne and a lot of people around him dislikes it - even pre-Toji Suguru admonished him for it.

However, during the Star Plasma Vessel mission, he started to have a semblance of tatemae for Riko's sake. Satoru wanted her to live her last days worry free, so never once did he display any weakness in front of her and Kuroi. The only one privy to that was Suguru.

Even after being stabbed, Satoru kept his bravado: "[I'm strong]. It's fine. [Everything will be okay]." He also used it on Suguru so he'd be dissuaded from backing him up and just focus on helping Riko escape. In a way, this was the foundation of the tatemae Satoru would display for the rest of his life.

However, this tatemae is not a traditional one. It is not put up to maintain societal harmony (aka to please the conservative higher-ups). Satoru put it up as a reassurance for the people that matter to him. He is not doing it to make society happy. It was for the sake of the people he values most.

Another complication is Satoru's tatemae and honne are practically blurred together. He only had to "save face" twice:

The aforementioned reassurance when Toji stabbed him

The happy face he had for his students after he killed Suguru

So, distinguishing Satoru's tatemae from his honne is a nightmare for everyone because his facade is never really tested much. They never saw it crack to help them tell the difference. This means that people just assumes that Satoru is using tatemae all the time to be safe - that he has ulterior motives in everything ranging from annoying to threatening.

In truth tho, Satoru is being real for real. In his perspective, he rarely has to use tatemae. So, technically he is still functioning with no chill honne. Just 99.9% and not the previous 100%. It's not much difference from when he was in school but different enough.

'Satoru shows "honne" 99% of the time. People don't believe it and thinks he is showing "tatemae" instead. Satoru has yet to catch on the misunderstanding of his image.'

Up next! The unexpected disaster of the trio.

Shoko

If Satoru is honne menace, Shoko is the tatemae nightmare. We never see beyond the surface with her.

Details about Shoko are minimal. A simple answer to that could be that Gege didn't care. But considering his female characters had substantially fleshed out backgrounds (narrative utilization of their characters are a different topic), I think a case can be made that Shoko's little to no display of PoV is intentional - that she always held her true thoughts and feelings very close to her heart and it takes a miracle or the end of the world to even glimpse them.

To put it simply, Shoko is the exact opposite of Satoru. Her tatemae is ironclad 21/7 and her honne is so shrouded that it fools people into thinking that it's actually her tatemae.

Her unflappable personality and neutral stance made her look cool, calm, and collected albeit detached. It is a great facade for her job as their resident doctor & forensics. But it is terrible for her relationships because everyone thinks that is all there is to her and leave her alone to it.

'Shoko shows "tatemae" nearly all the time. Compounded by the fact that she is rarely seen off-work and without her poker face, people assume she is always like that. No one tries to understand her "honne" because they believe she is already showing "honne". She has yet to show skills in refuting the wrong perception.'

Lastly, this fucker who I absolutely love but really really needs help. The poster boy of honne-tatemae:

Suguru

Satoru and Shoko are two awful cases of honne and tatemae on steroids. Suguru is the one who uses these concepts very well much to his advantage and detriment.

I think it was mentioned before that, officially, it is actually Suguru who is much more popular than Satoru. It is not hard to see why in a Japanese society.

Suguru is the epitome of an ideal man in Japan from his looks down to his behavior: tall, dark, handsome, and very appropriately polite in public but refreshingly fun in private.

Suguru fits the Japanese ideal especially for that last factor. He knows how to properly show tatemae and honne. In front of authorities and strangers, he is the prim and proper stand-up guy aka "dutiful model sorcerer". However, among friends, he is as much of a nasty gremlin as Satoru albeit more agreeable. The contrast makes him charismatic which is a great boon for his work and relationships.

At the same time, since everyone knows his tatemae, he has basically boxed himself in a particular role publicly. This was not a hardship at first for Suguru because his facade is in line with his true feelings. It just all fell apart post-Toji because the experience transformed his honne into something so antithetical to his tatemae.

Suguru grappled with that incompatibility for more than a year until eventually, he came to a decision to discard his tatemae of "dutiful model sorcerer" by becoming a mass killing curse user.

Does this mean Suguru is now living like pre-Toji Satoru - just 100% maximum no chill honne? No. Absolutely not.

In fact, Suguru displayed his honne-tatemae on a much grander scale instead.

Tatemae = Ordinary Facade World of Non-Sorcerers = A helpful monk Honne = Cursed True World of Sorcerers = A genocidal curse user.

Even on a micro-level within his new family, Suguru also maintains another layer of honne-tatemae which seems to be only Satoru, Shoko (maybe), Nanako, and Mimiko were privy to.

Tatemae = Jujutsu sorcerers, especially those from school like Satoru, are his bitter enemies. Honne = He actually has no hard feelings against jujutsu sorcerers and their enmity is just simply a difference of mindset.

'Suguru is a master class of how "tatemae" and "honne" works. Unlike Shoko, he is in full control of how he presents himself. Unlike Satoru, he is also in full control of how *most people perceive him.'

*I say "most people" here because Suguru failed to control how Satoru and Shoko view him. He was absolutely delusional at thinking he succeeded at it. What a dumbass. I'll explore it next time in PART 2. This post is already long as it is. I'll just leave it as PART 1.

#sashisu squad #satoru gojo #ieri shoko #suguru geto

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