#which is why I rarely watch new tv anymore

[blue2black]

COD incorrect quotes, but their from TikToks I saw and are now buried somewhere deep in my likes:

PART 1

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*in an Uber*

Soap: And I find out that my parents are like, related.

Gaz: Like, their siblings?

Soap: Yeah like, blood siblings.

Gaz: Is that why you walk weird?

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Soap, walking up to Ghost with a camera: Cheese!

Ghost: What is this? 🤨

Soap: I really think I can’t treat you anymore.

Soap: The fact is…

Soap: I’m in love with you. 😍

Ghost: The fu-?? 😨

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Graves: Come on sweetheart, give us a smile.

Graves: Geez Louise, must be on your period. HA HA HA!

Valeria: …

Valeria: Let me drive a seven ton semi-truck over your torso and I’ll be smiling throughout my entire prison sentence.

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Gaz: Nik is so old fashioned.

Laswell: Oh, really?

Gaz: Nik is so old fashioned that he doesn’t even watch TV.

Gaz: Like, when he wants to kick back and unwind he just goes on long fishing trips with Price.

Gaz: And Nik doesn’t listen to any new music, he just listens to a bunch of metal mixtapes that Price sends him.

Laswell: Wait, John sends Nik metal mixtapes?

Gaz: Nik is so old fashioned that he really struggles showing affection.

Gaz: Like, he rarely hugs me or anyone of that matter.

Gaz: One time I thought I saw him and you holding hands underneath a table from afar, but then I got closer and I saw it was just him and Price.

Laswell: Nik and John were holding hands underneath a table? (.-_.^)

Gaz: Well, yeah, but it really more like a good old fashioned handshake. You know? Like, the prolonged kind where two old school guys don’t let go of each other’s hands while sitting side by side listening to a briefing.

Laswell: Kyle…are Nik and John dating?

Gaz: What? No, Nik isn’t dating Price!

Gaz: Most of the time when Nik and Price hang out, they just get in fist fights with each other.

Laswell: They get in fist fights??

Gaz: Yeah, I can not tell you the number of times I’ve overheard Nik and Price go into an office, lock the door and just fist fight each other.

Gaz: I mean, the halls positively echo with the sound of flesh smacking up against flesh, furniture bumping against the walls…

Gaz: And not for nothing, but I think old fashioned Nik is winning pretty much every one of fights based on how loud I hear Price moaning-

Laswell, getting up: OKAY-

(Gaz knew what was going on, he was just fucking with her like the lil shit he is.)

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Price: I just don’t wanna see you get hurt, okay?

Price: Those people up there can kill you!

Price: I know you think you’re tough, Farah, but you are fucking 5 feet tall!

Farah: I AM 5 FOOT 5! 😡

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Laswell, getting ready to order food: Alright, what do you want?

Soap: Hamburger.

Laswell, parroting: Hamburger.

Soap: Chips.

Laswell: Chips.

Soap: Fart.

Laswell: Fart.

Laswell: 👏🏻 SOAP. 🤬

Soap: HEHEHEHEHE *evil Scottish giggle*

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Valeria, dressed up: Okay, how do I look?

Diego: Like a woman about to go forth in sin.

Valeria: Oh, good. Exactly the look I was hoping for. 😉

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—TEXT—

Scottish Bastard: hey

Scottish Bastard: ghost

Scottish Bastard: HELLOOO

Scottish Bastard: simon?!?!

Scottish Bastard: are you there??

Scottish Bastard: ………

Scottish Bastard: just imagine

Scottish Bastard: you and me

Scottish Bastard: in a room

Scottish Bastard: with nothing on

Scottish Bastard: OILED UP

Scottish Bastard: and ready to mingle

You: What the fuck are you on about?

Scottish Bastard: now that i have your attention

Scottish Bastard: i have an idea >:]

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Soap and Price, waiting for exfil: ….

Soap: …

Soap: Last night I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup, and you were mustard.

Soap: Which is weird, because usually you’re mayonnaise in my dreams.

Price: 🤨???

Soap: Why do you suppose that is?

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Ghost: When I die…

Ghost: ✨Viking funeral✨

Ghost, handing Gaz a gun: You shoot the shot.

Gaz, cocking the gun: Okay.

Ghost: If you miss, you kill yourself.

Gaz: Wait, what- 😨

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*in an Uber pt 2*

Soap: Well, I’m shocked—of course.

Gaz: This is the craziest thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life.

Soap: I mean, that’s dramatic.

Gaz: No, it’s not dramatic! Your parents are-

Soap: That’s dramatic!

Soap: Listen…I was shocked at first.

Gaz: At first??

Gaz: You’re not shocked still??? (ಠ_ಠ)

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(Nik being the cool dad to everybody in 141)

Nik, answering his ringing phone: Hello?

Norris: Hello, sir, I'm the Colonel working for Captain John Price. I have Sergeant MacTavish in my office.

Nik: Okay, what did he do? 🙄

*Norris looks at Soap*

Soap: 😢

Norris: *sighs* He punched another solider in the genitals.

Norris: Three times.

Nik: OH MY GOD, DID YOU JUST SAY GENITALS? HAHAHA-

Norris, listening to Nik laughing his ass off through the phone: THAT IS THE FUNNIEST THING I'VE HEARD ALL DAY-

Norris: *looks at Soap*

Soap: *smiling proudly*

Nik: OH MY GOD, he is so funny! 😆

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Ghost: Don't touch me, Soap!

Laswell: Can you guys like, stop having relationship issues while I'm trying to hack into their security?

#call of duty modern warfare #cod mw3 #cod mw2 #call of duty #nikolai cod #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #john price #captain price #kate laswell #farah karim #valeria garza #phillip graves #soapghost #nikprice #incorrect quotes #tiktok quotes #tiktok #blue2black: call of duty

[nozunhinged]

My Top 5 BL Kisses of Jan (& Feb) 24 + why

Okay, okayyyyy I'm doing this, no backing out. I offically accept that analyzing kisses takes up so much of my brainspace that I can write about it — so here it goes. I'M NOT HIDING ANYMORE BUT OWNING UP TO IT! (lol, chill)

Last year I complained that I didn't get a single perfect kiss since I started watching BL TV shows (until PhayaTharn turned up) and now we're not even a quarter into the new year and I already got FIVE I'm absolutely in AWE about!! FIVE!!

I don't know if it's the actors, directors or coaches who upped their game (probably all of them) but hot damn, all of these are beautiful.

And don't ask me why I'm into kiss-acting so much I have no fucking clue, my first guess is that it's an artform in itself to make this amazing, wonderful, intimate form of touching look as beautiful as it feels — bc let's be honest here, irl kissing rarely looks pretty no matter how great it is! So I think it's just dope when you can see this beauty translated on screen.

So I guess this is peak romance genre for me and with that being said, enough talking, lets get to the kissykissies!

5. TenPrem - Cooking Crush EP. 11

I have to be honest with you, I was a bit confused by the kissing in this show. The tippytoe kiss was cute as heck but we all saw how Off AND Gun awkwardly blinked because they probably had to stay like that for a looooong time. It took the whole magic out of the whole first-kiss-moment. Same with the forced in, reshot makeout-scenes. But the kiss in the kitchen? Looks like they FINALLY got to show what they got.

Ten gently pulling Prem closer, them smoothly moving against each other, Ten closing in even more, the slightly open-mouthed kiss with their lips perfectly caressing each other, Ten with a bit more force, Prem with a bit more heat resulting in the perfect mix...Loved it, mwah.

4. PromNont - Playboyy EP. 12

They are my one Playboyy-couple where I'm like "if they don't end up married and running Playboyy together, starting the revolution of well-payed, insured and safe sex workers I'm gonna riot" even though I know this show will not end nicely for ANYONE.

Anyways, this kiss. Holy smokes they had so many good scenes but this one took the cake. Not just the sheer length of it (but still with perfect timing and breaks).

The slightest suck on Nonts upper lip, Prem literally making Nont sway, Nonts hidden desperation for Prom surfacing from his lips, them slowly but surely turning up the heat and last but not least, Prom grabbing Nonts face just to lean against him...UGH THEM!

(I made those)

3. Myungha & Yeowoon - Love for Love's Sake EP 8

I know I'm not alone in how this show swept me off my feet and hit me right in the feels. But I've gotta say, this kiss hit completely different. Again they kissed for so long but not a single moment felt wasted. It felt like their whole story put in a single kiss. And — I mean that in the most loving and positive way possible — they kissed so amazingly gay. Do you know what I mean?!

There's just this level of love, care and happiness that only queer couples can convey. Sprinkled with a hint of tongue (I saw that Yeowoon 👀) — they absolutely nailed it.

2. AlanJeff - Pit Babe EP. 11

The kiss that made me consider doing this post in the first place. I saw them and shouted THIS IS PERFECT just to realize that I did this a few weeks ago already and it made me spiral a little. In the best way possible because I felt truly blessed once again to have discovered the genre of BL in their golden era!

Because this right here is how you nail an open mouthed kiss my friends. Take notes BL producers. Put this in your textbooks! They both go at the same rythm (slow, careful but so, so loving JUST LIKE THEIR RELATIONSHIP UGH) and same level of touch so their lips caress each other perfectly. Furthermore, Alan knows exactly how to meet Jeff which is also a PERFECT EXTENSION OF HIS CHARACTER! Alan leads, Jeff follows but they meet perfectly and equally. TEN OUT OF TEN NO NOTES!

1. PhayaTharn - The Sign EP. 9

I don't understand the meaning of the "Roman Empire"-thing but I think if I say they are mine, I am correct because they will be the end of me and that's what that means right? I may be biased AF but objectively speaking, this is just an insanely well acted-out scene, PERIOD! And we all know it's thanks to Billybabes out-of-this-world-chemistry!

Phayas desperation translated into this gorgeous lip-clash, so much yearning but softness at the same time but what really got to me was how Tharn immediately melted after their lips touched, how he immediately opened up to him and got completely overwhelmed by Phayas feelings. Chapeau to Babe for showing so much range in a single second. My favorite kiss of the whole series ❤️

I also just realized all these kisses have one thing in common....hands on faces lol.

Well that was fun peeps, thanks if you made it until the end!

#cooking crush #tenprem #playboyy the series #promnont #love for love's sake #love supremacy zone #myungha x yeowoon #pit babe the series #alanjeff #the sign the series #phayatharn

[thefanbasewhore]

Arguments in which you sleep on the couch with marvel men

summary: what happens we you sleep on the sofa after an argument

characters: Steven Grant, Matt Murdock, Bucky Barnes (will do another set if requested)

Marvel Men preferences master list

Steven Grant

Arguments are a rare occurrence.. so when they do happen Steven is just as confused as he is upset. How did it get to this point?

One minute he's leaving for work and then the next you're yelling, frustration as clear as day as well as the crystal tears which freely flow down your cheeks.

The apartment isn't big at all, the lack of walls makes it hard to escape his presence. The fact that you gathered some blankets and pillows while laying on the sofa makes Steven's brows knit.

Before you know it Steven is on his knees, using the edge of the sofa's cushions as he speaks softly, "Darling, why are you here?"

Honestly, you don't know, today has been a hard day. Everything that could go wrong, absolutely has and poor Steven, the man that caters to your every request has gotten the blunt of it. It just happened, he didn't mean to leave his clothes scattered across the bedroom floor, he woke up late this morning. He didn't mean to leave the kitchen in shambles either.

It's like he knows you; and your racing mind. A hand gently strokes the hair from your forehead and leans forward to press a kiss against your nose. "It's okay, everything is fine."

"I'm sorry, you don't deserve to be treated like this.." the words are followed by tears which are only crushed under the soft pad of his thumb.

"Come back to bed, honey. It's so cold without you."

Matt Murdock

Matt is stubborn, always has been and always will be but it gets to the point where it's absolutely maddening. He will not be the first to apologize despite the last hour of screaming back and forth at each other.

He's the type to ignore it until it finally works itself out but will secretly sulk at the fact you're no longer speaking to him or in this case, sleeping with him either.

He almost has to stop himself from commenting on how childish you looked, stomping into the room and grabbing your pillow before slamming the door close. In the morning you're still fast asleep, clinging to the pillow.

With a coffee mug in the other hand, he uses the left to pull the blanket up and over your shoulders. Winters in New York City aren't kind to apartments like his, he turns up the heat before setting off for another day of work.

On the third day he decides enough is enough, it's about 9pm when his strong arms wrap around you, lifting you into the air before wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his waist. With a strong arm secure around your waist, he reaches for the pillow and ignores your protest.

"I don't want to sleep with you, Mathew."

He presses a kiss against your temple, "I don't care what you want, it's cold."

Bucky Barnes

Bucky is the type to be completely confused. He can't tell that you're angry at him - it's hard to miss with the silence and small jabs. But when you don't come to bed, poor baby is so confused.

He'll quietly creep behind the couch, biting his bottom lip as he watches you snuggle closer with the blanket as the TV blares some show you're watching.

"You're not coming to bed?"

"No." Short and simple.

Bucky clears his throat and before you know it he's jumping onto the sofa, tucking himself between your body and the cushions. Metal arm wrapped around your waist as he pulls you closer, sighing into your hair.

"What are you doing?"

"Sleeping with you. Hard when you're not in bed."

Maybe you were being a little hard headed, it's not like Bucky meant to shrink your favorite shirt in the washer, he was only trying to take some responsibilities off of you.

Without a word you turn to face him, only to find puppy dog eyes, "I didn't mean to shrink your shirt, honey."

"I know, buck. I'm not mad anymore."

#steven grant x reader #moon knight #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #steven grant imagine #bucky barnes imagine #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock imagine

[koreandragon]

Kdramas are in such a sorry state lately it's so sad. We're getting all these sequels for shows that mostly weren't supposed to have multiple seasons so they're a mess bc they have no story to tell. They're all dazzle razzle and no actual decent writing (taxi driver, nine tailed fox, romantic doctor etc) and then we have the 500 crime/thriller shows which are mostly deeply mediocre or downright awful. At least with romcoms if the chemistry is good and the character work is decent enough you can have a really fun show. With these dramas most of it hinges on a well written plot at which the majority fail spectacularly. News came out a few weeks ago that there are 80 dramas made that might never air bc they have no platform bc all the big ones cut the wen-thurs slot except jtbc so there are 80 dramas that will most likely rot after so much hard work and these could be great dramas, because their criteria is it will air if it has big names in it, so this is not a quality issue. Netflix really f*cked us, not only did it start the collapse of the us industry( writers are striking, actors are about to strike, shows are getting cancelled after 1/2 seasons and 8 episodes, shows getting purged for a buck, everyone is only looking for IP with big names and no one cares about good ideas or creativity) it also insidiously burrowed into the kdrama industry and changed the genres of dramas we get, the number of episodes we get, even the sequels bc it used to be no matter how huge a shows ratings were, the worst they could do was an extension, sequels weren't a thing that happened except very rarely in prodecurals like ten or vampire prosecutor. The entire thing is a sad state of affairs, another case of tech bros devastating an industry (I'm referring to the US tv/movie industry) they don't understand to line their pockets and moving on to the next one while the wreckage left in their wake will never be salvaged.

anon i absolutely agree. this is such a depressing topic for me especially because i just love cinema so much. my parents raised me to love movies then i eventually fell in love with tv shows and kdramas and it literally kills me to see the downfall of these amazing comforts in my life. i think the main reason why i haven't been here is because i just wasn't feeling like dragging through another kdrama with a medicore plot. y'all know what i was doing instead? watching old movies i've been meaning to watch for a long time or rewatching classics. you hear this every day and you could jump me for it but...they don't make them like they used to anymore. and idc how corny it sounds cause it's fucking true. exluding some very good recent movies where people making it still care about making an enjoyable piece of media (i don't give a fuck what anyone thinks of tom cruise or top gun, maverick was the only new movie in a long time that made me feel like i used to while watching movies and i literally cannot wait for the new mission impossible film). i'm a 100% with the writers strike, i really hope that they can get what they want and we will finally get back at least a fraction of something that was lost along the way. netflix was supposed to make things accessible, not turn the industry upside down and inside out then light it on fire and piss on the flames. every time i read a season 2 announcement of a kdrama i just go UGHHHHHHH. why are we adding seasons to a show that doesn't need it and why are we cancelling seasons for shows that needed to go longer to tell a story? what's the fucking rationale? oh oh OH mONEy???? netflix don't have enough MONEYYYY??? can't pay residuals to writers or renew a show that has moved people and has more story to tell but has money to make a squid game IN REAL LIFE (which is in itself like....the point flew over everyone's heads) and renewing shows NO ONE ASKED FOR?? oh what? what? more and more people are unsubscribing from your service? how could that be.....only if there was a solution to keep your subscribers by offering them quality content instead of mindless cash grabs....

i'll close this with probably one of my favorite posts on this site

#ask #anonymous

[nanjokei]

i think the spread of character ai usage (and ai art generation usage also) is definitely an issue with people wanting instant gratification which actual rp usually is just not sustainably built for unless you're doing chat rp, even then your friends aren't awake 24/7 waiting at beck and call to entertain you. it's not literally entitlement, but it 100% stems from entitlement to be entertained constantly and passively instead of actually going out and finding something to do.

god this sounds like such boomer shit but the creation of endless scrolling like on tiktok with specifically tailored algorithms has made people so PASSIVE. ai can never come close to human creators but if people, especially the younger generation, are getting too cozy with choosing it over seeking out other human beings (whether it be indirectly via consuming fanmade work or directly via actual collaborative stuff like online roleplay), then how different is it from the ai "winning"? i don't think any of the excuses are valid. it's a subpar product in every way. it's almost never im character, it breaks if you propose anything too left field, and it's ultimately empty wish fulfilment and i have no idea how anyone past the age of 16 AT BEST gets any gratification from it. is it just the spread of a lack of reading comprehension? OPEN THE SCHOOLS!!

i do think it's an issue of people not being comfortable with boredom, always needing instant gratification, not wanting to sit down and hone a craft, or give the people who hone a craft themselves the time of day because they can't crank out """content""" for you 24/7. in a way, i'm thinking right now, when i'm bored i just channel surf on tv even if i don't do it as much anymore. but most people don't have tv anymore (personally we pirate iptv so LOL). i don't blame it on that necessarily, but i think with the rise of streaming, you just sit there on a media library staring at a bunch of thumbnails and posters, having to make a decision on how to invest your time. in this case, i get why people are so passive. tiktok is easier, character ai is easier. because i never ended up watching anything whenever i opened netflix (when we had it years ago). one could argue that watching tv is passive, but there's still a choice. you check the tv guide or google it and you know a certain show is on tv a certain channel at a certain time so you keep that in mind. what do you do in the meanwhile? i remember when that was an actual routine for me. i'd be slacking and not doing my homework, so maybe i'd draw a bit, maybe i play on my ds for a while, maybe i go make myself a snack or bake some pastries if i have all day, maybe i continue a book or even surf the web a bit.

the instinct of "aight, im gonna do something else on my own while i wait" is kind of dying. yes i'm on my phone! the difference is my use case. these days i'm not on social media aside from here so i don't use it as much aside from talking to friends on messaging clients and playing games (rarely tho). i say this as someone who stares at the ceiling not doing anything for a good bit each day, but at least i feel like i still have retained some ability to sometimes go, ok time to learn about a new hobby! i don't have to even pick it up. just entertaining it is gratifying on its own. i'm not a writer, but sometimes i'll write a little bit for fun then go "yeah i get why i don't jive with this". lately, i've been interested in competitive pokemon (with not much interest before) because i've been replaying platinum. i research a bit, watch videos, i even got a little brave and tested some sample teams on showdown. it was a fun time killer! i might keep doing it. i might even do it later today. i started reading pokespe too to scratch the pokemon itch too. and it's not like i don't suffer from crazy hard executive dysfunction but hey, this is a product of my effort. lately i've been thinking i wanna pick a character in guilty gear and learn at least one combo! trying new things is fun!!!

i'm sure this post sounds self important, self impressed, self absorbed (c-c-c-combo breaker) and boomer ish as fuck but honestly i don't care anymore. if someone who struggles with simple tasks on the daily like me can find shit to do that isn't just instantly caving to endless scrolling and resorting to chatting up an AI then i'm sure most people can too. it is so much more gratifying actively seeking out fun than to be passive about it.

#rambles #long post

[4acesofspades]

10 Reasons I Love Emergency! and Still Watch it 50 Years After it Came Out:

1. I love medical stuff; I always have.  When I was in preschool I told everyone I wanted to be a doctor and that was true up until my sophomore year of highschool.  Emergency! gives me unfiltered access to the ways of the medical world, albeit the medical world from 50 years ago.  But that just makes it more interesting, in a way, because I get to see for myself which things in medicine are constant and which have evolved beyond recognition.  And many times modern shows don’t focus on the medical side of things the way Emergency! does; they’re too wrapped up in the drama.  

2. I also love the old technology.  In one episode, a patient needed a brain scan, and I was wondering why they didn’t just do an MRI until I looked it up and realized MRIs wouldn’t be invented for another few years yet.  I love the way they have to go to the library to determine the normal body temperature of a dog, how they plotted an entire episode around Johnny not knowing how a tv show ended, how nobody has a phone in their hand.  It’s refreshing to slow down with them. 

3. Emergency! is an educational reel for the paramedic program.  It spends its screen time teaching its audience about what the paramedics do when they are on a call, the training they have, how they spend down time on the job, who they might be, how to act (and not act) around them, the controversy and apprehension regarding their implementation.  There is so much to be learned from watching this show about the paramedic program that never would have even crossed my mind- things that follow into today’s world.  (would it ever have occurred to me to look up my city’s ambulance program if I hadn’t watched this show?  Likely not.  Turns out it wasn’t implemented until 2003.  Paramedics and ambulances are new, folks.) 

4. The actors for Roy and Johnny had real firefighter paramedic training.  Randolph Mantooth was actually given a firefighter position after the show ended.  The squad they used for Squad 51 was built for the set with real specs and later donated to LACPD.  The firehouse they used was (I believe) a real fire station.  This was before everything was cardboard sets and green screens and it gives everything a sense of authenticity.  

5. Everyone in modern tv is a caricature; nobody is real anymore.  Even someone as down-t0-earth as Rory Gilmore from Gilmore Girls is still an archetype, a caricature, a stereotype of the privileged, mild-mannered schoolgirl.  It’s nice and refreshing to watch a show and just see people.  Roy and Johnny and Brackett and Dixie and Early are just people.  They’re no larger than life, they’re not infallible, nor are their flaws dramatic and for flair.  They just are.  

6. Not only are the people over-dramatized today, but so are the storylines.  If you turn on a modern medical drama, every patient has some super-rare, life-threatening disease.  Everyone is going to die, there’s always a crisis to solve.  In Emergency!, sometimes the story is just a guy stuck in a couch or a girl high on drugs running through the streets or Johnny being mad about something dumb.  Not everything is the crisis of the century.  There’s space to breathe.  And there’s no sex.  In the very beginning they hint at a relationship between Kelly and Dixie, but there’s nobody having sex in the break room, there’s no cheating or relationship drama.  Only Johnny lusting after girls, and that is so mild and humorous it doesn’t bother me in the slightest. 

7. They focus on the parts of the job that are hard.  Dixie has to tell a kid her dad died.  Kelly ends up between an angry man and the guy he wants to kill.  They worry about each other, their buddies die, they’re overworked and sometimes they make the wrong decision or they just don’t know what to do.  They argue, they break down, they get hurt, too.  They’re people with really tough jobs, and the show never makes light of that.  

8. The doctors and paramedics have such compassion for their patients and victims, no matter how crazy or stupid a call.  They help addicts without judging, give treatment without raising an eyebrow, they don’t even get angry when they have to risk their lives and their partners’ lives to save someone who did this to himself.  They’re just unbelievably compassionate. 

9. And they are selfless.  They chose a job that puts them in life-threatening situations on a daily basis just to help people that may not even want their help or may actively hinder them.  They do what they can and they ask for nothing in return.  They’re not thinking of themselves when they’re rubbing smoke out of their eyes and still focused on treating the victims’ injuries. 

10. The characters are just authentic, genuine, wonderful dorks.  Roy- who knows what Johnny’s thinking without him even having to say it, who runs in the building to get him with no time left, who’s always calm and stable and seems to have endless patience.  Johnny- who’s everywhere all at once, who attracts accidents like a dog attracts fleas, who would do anything to save anyone, who feels everything more than most, who the whole station would move heaven and earth to protect even as they make fun of him day in and day out. Dixie- who runs that hospital in her calm but stern voice, who’s stronger than any woman tv could have thought up before that, whose hugs have comforted many a grieving relative.  Brackett- who everyone’s a little afraid of but loves anyway, who’s gentle and firm in the same breath, who really only wants to help people, no matter what.  And all the others, and the way they fit into the show, whether a lot or a little-they just seem to fit perfectly.  

I've been watching this show off and on since I was 10 years old, and I'm 22 now. It's just full of all the things that make life good.

#emergency! #emergency! 1972 #70s tv shows #70s tv series #johnny gage #roy desoto

[pan-fried-autism]

We would like to hear your thoughts on animation and capitalism

its mostly about animation BUUUTTTTT

on one of the last days of 9th grade, me and two friends somehow got into a conversation about how far strawberry shortcake has fallen.

like, for one, 75% of the characters were gone. there were like 5 characters remaining by 2018. we joked they were just dead. and the designs were getting much more mediocre and or bad, and were rarely actually good anymore.

lets look at the history of the designs, actually. shall we?

I want to not beforehand, she apparently existed as far back as 1973, but i cant actually find ay good pictures of it :(

Back in the 80s, long before I was born, she and her friends were mostly used in greeting cards. I think the character designs match this pretty well! Even back then they had cute yet creative designs, like PERFECT for greeting cards. They look like they would greet you as they ride their bikes to school in the morning. They look like they help their parents pick the best apples to use in a pie. I'd say its all a solid 8/10. i like strawberrys design the most tbh

she also had a tv series and there were actually more characters but this picture had the most

In the 90s I guess strawberry got a redesign? cant find any other info about other characters lol

this one is like a 7.5/10. only cuz theres like a LITTLE less personality

and heres my favourite! 2003!

This was one of the ones I grew up watching, besides the godforsaken Version That Will Be Named Later. Already you can see that these are pretty good. Look at that variety! The personality! Literally the only thing samey about them is the faces, but tbh that doesnt matter too much. The only one I feel is medicore is Huckleberry Pie because he looks like most of the guys at my school now.

This one? Like a 9/10 probably.

Heres 2007, with bits of redesigning!

Apple Dumplin (the shorter one) grew up a little, Huckleberry looks worse and now just looks like every guy in my neighbourhood, but other than that not THAT much of a difference, besides some hair style changes.

7.5/10 purely for Huckleberry (sorry ]:)

(Addendum: Strawberry got another design in 2005 but i wont talk about it. its a 7.75/10)

And now... we've arrived. 2009.

Prepare yourselves.

Jesus Christ, where do I begin?

First, let's tackle this new evolved form of Same Face Syndrome. You know how back in previous years they had very similiar facial features but it didnt really matter that much? This is just Same Goddamn Character syndrome. Literally they all look the same. Long hair, sleeved shirt, skirt, stripped leggings, shoes, headwear/hair accesory, with some minor aditions to set them apart in some way. There is no personality. Just sameness.

Second, their age appearance. They are supposed to be kids. They portrayed this well before now. The oldest she was back then was 16, and that was because there was a time skip during the 2003 series. Here? They are supposed to be 17-19. And I don't know why. It's weird to me. I didn't notice this as a kid tho because i was like preschool age when the 2009 series came out. Tbh it WOULD be okay for me now if they didn't look like Swifties or whatever. I want kid them back.

My third problem is what they did to the character Orange Blossom, but to talk about that would require a bit more detail into her own character design history, which I kinda wanna get into on its own post, so I'll just get into my fourth problem: the worsenning of Huckleberry.

I don't even know who or what he looks like. He's just some fucking teenager. His design tells me NOTHING about him at all.

2/10.

2017 series that IDK anything about, or even if it was made in the first place. There was a 2018 series too but considering it was just the 2D version of the 2009 one I choose to ignore it.

This one, despite looking kinda generic, is an upgrade from the 2009 "series". Everyone still has like the same body type, but they also have different hair and clothing! You actually have an idea of what they may be like! They also temporarily killed Huckleberry Pie and ended his eternal torment in design hell.

6/10 from me.

We have reached the final stage.

This one is the 2021 Netflix(?) series. I don't know anything about it and only recently heard of it. It's a small upgrade from 2017, but an upgrade nonetheless.

They, for once, have different face shapes. Secondly, theres more variety to the clothes again! Huckleberry Pie (guy who kinda looks like Five Glitch Techs) finally has a decent character design. The only one I don't like is Sour Grapes, the purple haired girl with the white shirt. She realy does look like someones niece Ashley tbh.

6.5/10.

And that's all! I wanna tackle the character design histories of just one person, mainly Orange Blossom and Plum Pudding (and possibly Strawberry herself) but that's too much to tackle in one post so I'll leave it here for now and make separate posts about them at a later date.

In summary, Strawberry Shortcake started out with good characters designs that got better as time went on, until 2009 when they went downhill on a 75 degree angle, but they seem to be coming back.

#strawberry shortcake #long post #rey answers asks #character design #character design discussion

[truthdogg]

As I read the post linked below, it reinforced for me just how much media has changed in the past ten to twenty years. The post itself is a great snapshot of what’s required to understand a news story, and it demonstrates why most news media today is simply not working.

I don’t watch tv news, and haven’t for probably a decade. We have a subscription to the New York Times, but the login rarely works for me, and we’ve let our Washington Post subscription lapse. I get my news from a variety of online newspapers, npr, websites, blogs, and podcasts, and usually do an internet search for anything that sounds interesting or that I want to understand better.

This is a pretty terrible way to keep up with things. It takes a lot of time, and it requires a general knowledge of the ideological slant of the news outlet I’m reading. That means I either have to remember or look up who owns the company and who runs their editorial board, which takes up even more time.

I could save a lot of time by going to one source that not only spells out what just happened, but also tells who loses and who gains, what the impacts will be and how to process it, and perhaps even include links to speech transcripts and legislation for us to read on our own. Good newspapers used to do more of that, but they don’t anymore; instead they simply share the latest quotes about the subject at hand. (“He said this thing, she said a different thing, so you decide for yourself who’s telling the truth. What is truth, anyway?”) So now we need to piece full stories together from multiple sources, just like tumblr user @yiffmaster does above.

It takes a genuine interest in what you’re reading to spend the necessary time that on that. Otherwise all you’ll see are stories about how there’s a new hire at NLRB from SEIU and that upset somebody, or something about the Joy Silk doctrine that makes no sense on its own, or (most likely) that Biden spoke to a worker or two on a picket line somewhere but so did Donald Trump so both parties claim to support workers. It’s all meaningless individual trees standing on their own until you can step back, study, and see the forest.

That’s not to say we never get important dot-connecting well-researched articles. We absolutely do, and there are still plenty of amazing hardworking journalists, but the landscape is so fragmented that it’s hard to know where those articles will come from, whether they can be trusted, or often even how to find or access them. Often they don’t even have dates, so it’s hard to know just how outdated the information even is.

I would love to find a news source that organized its articles by topic and provided outside links. Every story could provide links to relevant info and source material, instead of offhand references. But such a broad news site doesn’t really exist among the sources I read. (TPM might get closest at times, but it’s a tiny company.) instead, an article gets published, it’s out of date a week later, and it remains the top search result for its subject matter for weeks, months or years. Try looking up what the Biden administration did to help rail workers after they went back to work at the start of December 2022, to see what I mean. It’s possible, but you have to already know what you’re looking for. Otherwise all you can find is that they let workers down by forcing them back to work, which isn’t remotely the whole story—what came after that was a very big deal.

But there’s a workaround to all of this that a lot of Americans use to feel they have the full picture. It’s a cable network that does connect all the dots. It ties stories back into an overarching narrative, and explains to viewers how each news story reinforces its narrative. Its viewers tune in for that narrative; they know who is blocking the programs they’re told are good or bad, and who supports the other ones. It’s called FOX News of course, and it’s complete garbage propaganda. It’s also genius in how it works.

There is no good way to deprogram a FOX viewer who’s sucked in, because there is simply no alternative that fully describes the stories that they follow. They’re in an alternative universe of facts that have bits of the real world thrown in for color. The stories that multiple reliable sources do provide cannot counter that narrative on their own, because they simply don’t explain enough. If anything they have the opposite effect, because the FOX viewer is arriving with a set narrative in their mind, and the small story that simply presents arguments with no conclusions will include the argument they’re familiar with. For them to come out of that well of ignorance will require research into multiple sources that they’re simply not going to ever do.

A liberal propaganda outlet to counter it is more than useless—most people who lean left find those annoying and and no one on the right would believe a word of it.

No, what we need is news for today to be organized completely differently, almost like a current events Wikipedia. Publishing a newspaper or making a newscast and sticking them online is borderline ridiculous. They’re only snapshots in time, and without a tree of links to accompany them—perhaps via a link back to a topic main page where that tree of links resides—they often become misinformation fairly quickly.

Many news outlets have taken some baby steps toward something like this, but only with major stories (“Follow our impeachment coverage here!”), and only with their own articles. This relegates other important news (like what the Biden Admin is doing with labor) to a lesser status and keeps these outlets as news gatekeepers, and it undermines their own credibility among doubters by presenting yet another closed system.

We need news sources that are much more comprehensive and committed to providing a full picture if we ever hope to undo the damage and division that propaganda is creating here. I’d love to know if any of you have found such a thing. I haven’t.

#long reads #TLDR: news media is completely divorced from modem reality and needs a comprehensive update #us news #fake news #propaganda

[thenightlymirror]

I wouldn’t call it a policy or anything, but in general, I try not to pry. If someone doesn’t want to tell me a story about themselves, or explain what the hell they were doing or thinking, I just assume, okay, I’ll just let the mystery be until you are ready.

Now, as I write this, that sounds a little crazy even to me, but it is the truth. I take not coercing people into things very seriously. I am an anarchist to a fault. It’s an ethos that just stuck, even if I couldn’t necessarily tell you what I believe anymore. I can be pushy when I demand something, but that’s because I feel like if somebody wants to know what I want and I just happen to know in one of those rare moments in my life, I’ll say it. This is what I want. Maybe it’s irrational, maybe I don’t deserve it, you can say no, but that’s it.

That’s honest. Now, there are times I will lie about what I want. If I have immense feelings for someone that I feel will freak them out, that freak me out, I should probably shut my fucking mouth, because I’m a huge creep. But that’s two things. One, is that Simone Weil feeling of I can only observe my wanting and see the folly of it. True. And the other is, I’ll tell you I love you, and it’s absurdly inappropriate, but it is what it is. What the hell can you do?

And that’s honest.

What was I getting at? Oh. For the love of God, am I supposed to read your fucking mind? Some people keep such a tight ship. Why? What is this life? Do you think you know? Is there some decorum, how that’s working out? For this whole fucking life? Am I just supposed to ask some magic question while you decide whether 80 layers of repression are enough or maybe you should add another 2 or 3? Is this life alienated enough for you? Should it be worse? You wanna die like this? Without ever knowing what life is, what it can be?

It’s not up to me.

But I’m not much. I’m worth about as much as honesty-in-itself, and there is a whole world to chase. I am at best supplementary, which is what another person is supposed to be. You can’t ask another person to desire that. That’s just a void.

The apartment is warm. I spent a few hours outside today in the freezing cold because it was sunny for the first time in two weeks and I needed to get rubbings out in the cemetery. Sat and ate a burger at Little Island after work and watched the news on TV there. I have so much laundry to do.

There was no wrong move, and the truth is, I only want there to be some magical unasked question. That implies want. It’s wishful thinking.

[fufukunaga]

sakuatsu | demisexual demiromantic kiyoomi

part 1

Kiyoomi feels like he's seeing Atsumu for the first time in his life.

Of course, that's not really the case. They've known each other for years since the U-19 camp during their second year of high school.

And he knew Atsumu was attractive but only from his numerous fans and extensive dating history. Atsumu is well-liked and for good reason.

A reason Kiyoomi is only coming to understand now.

To Kiyoomi, Atsumu has always just been a menace. An arrogant pest. Who is good at volleyball. (If it weren't for the last one, Kiyoomi would have dismissed his existence entirely).

But now Kiyoomi can see, clear as day, Miya Atsumu is fucking hot.

He'd only gotten the memo last night when stayed up until 4am talking to Atsumu. He was having trouble sleeping so he went out to get a drink when he sees Atsumu still up in the living room commons binging a TV show.

Atsumu had invited him to join and Kiyoomi accepted, thinking it would be better than endlessly tossing and turning in bed.

So they watched together. Atsumu talks a lot. Of course, Kiyoomi already knew this. Atsumu was loud and demanded attention.

Except now Atsumu was mellow. He explained to Kiyoomi about the show they're watching, who the characters were, what he'd missed from previous episodes, etc.

Kiyoomi wasn't invested in the show but it did intrigue him which characters Atsumu found interesting.

Atsumu talked about the characters as if he was attached to them. Kiyoomi asked why is that.

Atsumu says he sees himself in the character, that he relates to their struggles. He went on to talk about more personal stuff, the drone of the TV serving as mere white noise.

Kiyoomi rarely opened up to people but thay night with Atsumu spilling his heart out to him, Kiyoomi can't help but reciprocate. So he tells him about himself and his struggles, his hopes and dreams. Kiyoomi didn't know Atsumu could be a great listener.

Kiyoomi felt heard and he felt safe. They talked and talked until Atsumu pointed out that he's been yawning so they should probably go to bed.

And then the next morning during practice, it was like Kiyoomi suddenly gained a new set of eyes.

Because suddenly he can Atsumu clear as day. His muscles, his thighs, his everything. And he can't seem to take his eyes off him. There's a weird feeling in his stomach and a fluttering in his heart.

It must be the sleep deprivation, Kiyoomi thinks.

part 2

There is an obvious shift in Kiyoomi's behavior after realizing he's attracted to one Miya Atsumu. He's become more affectionate towards Atsumu and more open in receiving casual touches like high fives and pats on the shoulder from Atsumu.

Days, weeks, months pass. They talk more, spend more time together, they banter on and off court bordering on flirting.

And Kiyoomi finds himself falling a little bit more each day.

"I like you," Kiyoomi confesses during their weekly movie night. They started the tradition ever since Kiyoomi had joined him that one time.

Atsumu looks at him in shock. "But ya rejected me," he says.

"What? When?" He would have remembered if Atsumu confessed to him.

"I— You—" Atsumu stammers. "I've been flirting with ya ever since ya joined the Jackals! And ya always turned me down so I thought ya weren't interested."

Kiyoomi looks down at his hands. "I wasn't back then," Kiyoomi admits in a small voice. He remembers finding Atsumu annoying every time he flirted but Kiyoomi never thought much of it. He didn't even think Atsumu was serious. He thought that's just how Atsumu is to everybody.

"But I am now. I want to go out with you. If you'll have me."

Atsumu studies him carefully. "What changed, Omi?"

"I don't know," Kiyoomi says honestly. "I just got to know you and we started spending all this time together and I guess I finally saw you, you know? And I like what I see." He looks into Atsumu's eyes. "I like you and I'm sorry it took a long time for me to get here. If you're not interested anymore, I understand..."

Kiyoomi's used to this. Potential partners have moved on by the time Kiyoomi even considers them as a potential partner. Or sometimes the other person has decided they only see Kiyoomi as a friend and nothing more. It wouldn't be his first rejection. But it would still hurt. Kiyoomi really liked Atsumu. They get each other. He's never felt more connected to a person. But now he just thinks he ruined a perfectly good friendship by selfishly imposing his feelings. He's scared that Atsumu will pull away from him. He doesn't want to lose their weekly movie marathon and their midnight talks, their banter and inside jokes. He doesn't want to lose his friend.

Maybe he should've just kept quiet.

But Atsumu reaches out for his hand. He gives Kiyoomi a soft smile and Kiyoomi doesn't know if his heart is melting from fondness or if his heart is breaking.

"Omi..." Atsumu starts and Kiyoomi almost doesn't want to hear it. "I never stopped liking ya."

It takes a moment for the word to register. "Really?" He asks.

"Really," Atsumu affirms. "I would love to go out with you." He caresses Kiyoomi's cheek with his hand. "Can I kiss ya?"

Kiyoomi nods and before he knows it, lips are on his and he feels his heart soar.

Later that night as they're both cuddling in Atsumu's room, they talk about everything and nothing. Kiyoomi feels like everything is the same yet different all at once.

For starters, they're cuddling. Sakusa Kiyoomi doesn't cuddle. But here he is, tucked into his boyfriend.

His boyfriend. Kiyoomi can't believe it. He's so happy.

"I'm so happy," he murmurs into Atsumu's collar bones. "I thought I might've missed my chance with you."

Atsumu chuckles softly as he draws small circles on Kiyoomi's back. "I didn't even think I had a chance."

"I'm sorry," Kiyoomi says. "For making you wait. For not realizing things earlier."

"Hey," Atsumu coos. "There's nothing to be sorry for. The important thing is we're finally on the same page about things, yeah? Besides, we'll have all the time in the world starting now."

#sakuatsu #haikyuu #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #bre's thread fics

[technodromes]

I had thoughts TM yesterday when I came home from the cinema, but I was too tired to write them down. Now I'm awake and these thoughts are still around, so here we go. It pretty much started off with 'why I don't really like the 2003 TMNT' but turned into a whole 'TMNT and Me' thing, so I put it under a read more. Because it's long.

So, as you know by now probably, I was born 1986. When I got older and started to watch cartoons on Saturday morning, I regularly watched the 1987 iteration of the 'Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles'. And boy I loved them. I'd get mad every time we went to visit my grandma on the weekend and I couldn't watch my favorite show. I didn't know at that time that there was a comic to it that was much darker actually.

Several years later, I got into Anime & Manga. Well, mostly Manga actually. The amount of available Manga in my country started growing around 2000. I also remember that I didn't watch that much tv because I just didn't really vibe with 2000s cartoons anymore. I think I saw glimpses of the 2003 Turtles when I zapped through channels and found them way too gritty. I couldn't really get behind why they made the Turtles that buff and rude and everything you know? People are complaining about Netflix turning children's shows all dark and gritty and how they hate this new trend, but that 'trend' started already before Netflix if you ask me. Mind you, I was no stranger to dark and serious cartoons as a kid though. We had a fair share of them. The Black Cauldron, for example. All Dogs Go to Heaven included serious topics too. And my dad let me watch Felidae when he thought 'Oh, there's a cartoon with cats for Sabine to watch', only for the cartoon to reveal that it is absolutely NOT made for kids lmao. I also watched 'Watership Down'. I mean, if you're familiar with these titles, you'll know.

But to get back to seeing the 2003 Turtles the first time, I just couldn't get behind that 'edgy action hero' vibe. So I dismissed the series and didn't follow it further. I continued reading Manga or watching Anime where available. I recall getting into series already BEFORE they got released here, Fullmetal Alchemist being a good example. YEARS later people jumped onto that train and I was already hyper-focused on other series. I spent time working on my own websites and improving my English skills over time as well. I was all over the place on the internet and met people on a website called Animexx, where I got to rp. Just a lot of stuff, I ain't going to unpack all that.

To be quite honest, I completely missed the 2012 Turtles back then. I rarely watched TV anymore around that time, I was busy with other stuff like finding my first job and all that. I finished my apprenticeship late, it was around 2011 when I did. So I had a lot of other things on my mind. I also missed Rise! pretty much on 2018. I had to move back to my parents around 2017 after I had my own apartment 2014-2017, and I was once again searching for a new job there. I recall it was a mess. I believe it was 2018 when I started working at that place I was for 5 years, the longest I worked somewhere. So, I believe it was around 2021 when I discovered Rise. And yes, I've grown much more open-minded to my 'favorite series' having a different spin to them since. I actually enjoyed Rise a lot. And it has also a special place in my heart because it did bring me back to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, which I was so obsessed with as a kid. Also, I've grown very much tired with Manga & Anime at that point because there's such a FLOOD now. Around 2000, a new Manga release was something special. Now it's impossible to keep up anymore.

Not too long ago, I thought about checking the 2003 iteration of TMNT out again and stumbled over Turtles Forever. And listen, I get the point they tried to make there. The 2003 Turtles being closer to their origins, being serious and edgy and all that, whereas the 1987 Turtles have been made kids-friendly and goofy. I DO get that. But they had the '87 Turtles pretty much incompetent and obnoxious from the beginning to the finish and as someone loving the '87 boys, I took offense in that. It just didn't feel right to me how they portrayed them the way they did there. In the first and last seasons of the old TMNT series, there had been more serious tunes too. I mean come on, they aren't THAT incompetent.

*takes a DEEP breath* It can be done better, and the writers of the 2012 series proved that. They also picked up on 'the '87 Turtles were made kids-friendly and wouldn't do well in a more serious series' fact. They were also portrayed as being obnoxious in the beginning. But instead of having the 2012 Turtles act as demeaning babysitters, they trained their '87 counterparts and worked together with them. The way how the crossover ended was just a lot more wholesome to me. Plus, they included Bebop & Rocksteady and gave the boys their redemption arc there! I loved that a lot.

I'm definitely biased tho and I'm sure I will watch the '03 Turtles eventually, just like I binge-watched the 2012 ones. I mean credit where credit is due, they originally came up with Bishop and I love that guy there just as much as I love 2012's version of him (even though they are absolute polar opposites). I watched a 2003 Bishop compilation on youtube and that guy is something else. Also, I know that some of my mutuals here prefer the 2003 TMNT over the others, and let me tell you here that's perfectly fine! I know 2003 has been your childhood and I respect that. I'd love to hear about your favorite parts of it! In the end, we all love TMNT and I love talking to people about it, it doesn't matter which version. Also, a bottom line I want to share here is something that bothers me about long-time fandoms that have different iterations. I mean, I made it a point that I'm not awfully fond of the 2003 iteration all in all, but I would never go on youtube and reply to someone excitedly commenting on a 2003 video about how I think it sucks. Don't fucking do that, people. You can voice your opinion separately in your own comment and be on your way again. Don't bash and attack people for liking something you don't. It's really not that hard. I've seen posts around here on tumblr as well with questionable replies to them. Just... let others enjoy their favorite version of their series.

#Saby's Clown-Hours #Non Rp #(Yeah guys I'll get to writing replies but I had to get this wall of text out of my system first lmao) #(Today is National Holiday here and I spend some time with my fam later but I won't be around there a lot) #(Lots of Fireworks and my cat Bolin is absolutely terrified of all the noise. I don't want to leave him alone for long)

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Mr. Gallagher and Me

Jim x Reader

Masterlists Playlist Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Jim helps Y/n through some new insecurities. Warnings- SMUT

Early February   While it was unusual for them to be home that early on a weekday, he'd dismissed his last class of the afternoon earlier than normal and instead of staying back at his office to start preparing the first midterm exam, Jim had decided that it could be done at home. He’d been working out of the living room, laptop propped on his thighs as he sat on the sofa, while a rerun of an older game played on the lowest volume setting.

Y/n, as far as he knew, was in the bedroom, preparing for her thesis defense, which was  carded for early the next week. Without her even having to say it, he could she was nervous about it, and over the past couple weeks, she'd been devoting most of her time to working on her presentation, so even if they were at home together, Jim hadn't been expecting to hear from, or see her, until they were both ready for dinner, which was why he was surprised when she called out to him from the mouth of the hall.

“Hey.” When Jim shifted to look at her, Y/n was standing, leaned against the wall, barefoot and dressed comfortably in a pair of loose shorts and one of his t-shirts, “Busy?”

“Not too busy for you,” he smiled tiredly, removing his glasses and saving his work before depositing the laptop on the coffee table, “What’s up?”

Y/n shrugged indifferently, “Nothing really, I just needed a break. I thought my head was gonna explode,” she joked quietly, padding over to him. Absently cupping her the lower part of her recently popped bump with one hand, Y/n took his offered one with the other so he could reel her in next to him. “Did you get a lot done?”

“I did,” Jim confirmed when she settled next to him, easily sinking into his embrace, “TV?” He peered, grabbing the remote before she responded, knowing very well that she had no interest in watching an old rugby game. 

“Sure,” Y/n sighed, nuzzling closer as Jim began channel surfing. They hadn’t been silent for a good five minutes though before she was shifting again, that time so she could prop her weight on a crooked knee as she turned to properly regard him as she asked, “Do you miss…..being with me?”

“Er…” The question took him completely by surprise and for a solid minute, but there was no doubt about it that his answer was yes, it been a while since they’d been intimate- in a more…salacious context- and naturally, he’d started missing her. Though, he'd always tried to keep his unexpressed disappointment with their sex life under wraps- it was never his intention to make her feel guilty, and she wasn’t obligated to give him anything. In that moment, because of her question, Jim started to wonder if he hadn't done a very good job at hiding his feelings. “You don’t have to worry about-”

“I wanna know, really,” she ducked her head bashfully, and he caught the heat in her cheeks, “I know its been a while, so its completely okay to say you want….sex. But if you're not attracted to me any more-”

“Why would you think that?” Hastily discarding the remote, Jim took her face in his hands, leaning in to quickly plant a reassuring peck on her lips before adding, “I have never been more attracted to you.”

Y/n sighed quietly and flashed him a sad, shy smile, “You don’t have to just say that to make me feel better,” she promised, “I know I’m…..changing. Gaining all this weight, and don't say you don't see it," she warned pointedly.

He'd be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed it; her hips had filled out a bit, as had her waist. Her cleavage had started spilling out of her bra a little and the now more evident swell of her stomach made it completely obvious that she was pregnant. He could also tell that while he’d found that she was more stunning than ever, Y/n had become extremely self conscious about the extra weight- rarely even changing in front of him anymore and most times opting to subtly brush off his advances, two things which he’d completely respected. Even if he loved the new changes to her body, he could respect that she needed time to adjust and wouldn't dare push her. 

“Listen,” Jim urged gently, hating that Y/n had somehow convinced herself that he wasn’t attracted to her anymore, “You have never been hotter to me, I mean, have you seen your breasts lately?” 

Scoffing, Y/n giggled “Shut up,” she playfully swatted at his shoulder, though, after a minute she quickly  added, “You mean that, right? Cause you never seem interested in me in anymore, like sexually, which is fine, I guess,” her mood flitted and Y/n frowned again, "I just…..miss you, you know?"

Matching her frown, Jim roved his thumb along her soft cheek, "I never meant to make you feel like that. I just thought you didn't want to and didn't want you to feel pressured or uncomfortable or anything. I’m sorry I made you feel that way,” he added somberly. 

“Its not your fault,” Y/n sighed, loosely clasping Jim’s wrists, “I guess I have been avoiding you like that….just a little,” she scrunched her nose, “But only because I got all in my head about it, I was worried that we’d start and then you’d decide that you liked me better before,” she glanced down at herself, “I know its stupid and you’re not shallow-”

“And nothing’s wrong with you,” Y/n pouted and Jim smiled sympathetically- he wished he’d picked up on how deeply her new insecurities ran sooner, he hated the thought of her not feeling good enough while she was doing something that left him awe everyday. “Everyday, you seem more beautiful to me. Sexier," he teased and her cheeks heated up, "Even more now that you're pregnant. Every time I look at you I swear, you’ve never been hotter. And the crazy thing is, I’m gonna think that tomorrow and then next month and then after the baby’s born and for the rest of our lives.”

“Promise?” Brimmed with hope, Y/n’s eyes searched Jim’s, and he hoped his sincerity was echoed in his gaze. All he wanted in that moment was for her to feel better, and for her to see that  he was being completely honest. 

“Promise,” Jim determined, leaning in once more to kiss her slowly, fervor mounting gradually. One of his hands cupping her face, slid downwards and then around to the center of her back, fingers caressing her spine through the fabric of the gray t-shirt. “Do you want me to show you?” He breathed against her lips between long, impassioned endearments. 

“Show me?” She shuddered when Jim nibbled on her plump, lower lip.

Jim hummed, the hand still on her cheek sliding to the back of her head as he deepened the kiss, “Show you how much I still want you, sweetheart,” he rapeseed huskily, “How beautiful I think you are,” he continued, finding the hem of the t-shirt, fingers moving beneath it and settling not more than a centimeter above the elastic waist of her shorts. Her skin was warm to touch, and it had been so long since they’d done anything more than trade innocent kisses, that  just the feel of her silken skin and the hope that she’d grant him permission was so thrillingly arousing that it almost made Jim mistake himself for a teenager- he simply could not remember the last time he’d gotten so turned on that quickly. 

“Please,” she elicited, clutching a fistful of his thin sweater, trying to tug him down onto her as she started laying back. 

Moving to grab her hips, Jim countered her efforts by pulling her towards him, “No,” he hummed, “You on top,” he mumbled against her lips. Even if him on top had formerly been their preferred position- along with her sat on any sturdy surface with the appropriate height and occasionally her with her face in a pillow- he didn’t want to run the risk of potentially hurting the baby by resting any of his weight on Y/n. 

“What if I’m too heavy?” She muttered between kisses, still over conscious about all the changes.

“You’re not,” Jim promised, seconds before easily lifting her into his lap. “I need to see you,” Jim spoke in a hastily, lower tone, eager to lift the t-shirt over her head. “Let me see you, sweetheart,” he gathered the hem in his hands, tugging it upwards so he could finally reveal her unrestrained breasts before discarding the jersey off to the side. 

“God,” they paused, and with his hands still stationed at her waist, Jim’s gaze fell to her exposed cleavage, which sported an undoubtedly new fullness that made them seem at least one cup size bigger. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Jim praised hungrily, practically salivating at the sight. 

Heat rushed to Y/n’s cheeks and quickly spread to the rest of her exposed skin, and when Jim leaned forward, laying his hot mouth on the column of her neck, she gasped sharply, “Uh! Jim,” she grabbed his biceps, starting to grid on his crotch. 

His hands skimmed her sides, traveling upwards and, just for a moment, he hesitated before gently laying his palms on her breasts. At the contact, Y/n hissed, and her smaller hands sought his wrists. “Is this okay?” He probed, words cast into her warm skin. 

“Uh….yeah,” she paused, pulling away slowly  so their eyes could meet, “But gentle, okay?” 

“Okay,” Jim nodded, a faint smile dancing on his lips, “Come ‘ere,” he encouraged after another moment. Hot lips fell to the swell of her breast, eliciting a sharp hiss. After a moment filled with soft whimpers and quiet inhales, Y/n’s hands slid from his wrists, journeying between them to find the bottom of his gray sweater so she could help him out of it. Clumsily, he rid her of her shorts and panties, and before they feel back onto the sofa, they did the same with his jeans and boxers. 

As he laid on the sofa, head propped on the upholstered arm, Y/n straddled his waist, and Jim let his hands explore the topography of her subtle curves, old and new; the dip of her waist, the growing roundness of her bump and the full contour of her breasts. Her hips stirred enthusiastically against his, further igniting his arousal while Y/n stationed her flattened hands on his chest to steady herself.

“Jim,” she crooned, tone low and sultry when his fingers grazed her pebbled nipples, and his response was a low hum, “Please…..”

“You’re in control, love,” he encouraged, subtly reminding her that they would only continue at her pace. “Whenever you’re ready,” he reassured, rubbing his hands soothingly up and down her forearms.

As she guided her entrance in line with him, subsequently sinking down slowly, Jim admired her intently; the way her lips fell agape and eyes shut tight  as he filled her up, and then the way Y/n tugged her lower lip between her teeth as she struck up a slow, steady pace. “Fuck,” he murmured appreciatively at the feel of her cocooning him; she felt different, like she was wrapped tighter around him and it was absolutely euphoric. “That’s it, love,” he encouraged leaning forward to gently take hold of her hips. 

“Uh......” Y/n whined lewdly, the small, almost fragile sound igniting a fire in his stomach and prompting him to roll his hips to match her sensual pace. God he’d missed her; the feel of her enclosed around him, the tingle of her satiny skin and supply curves under his touch, the sounds, little hitched breaths and quiet yelps, and perhaps most of all, the way she looked all engulfed in pleasure, completely wanton. “Jim,” she moaned leaning forward a little, so more of her weight would sink her wrists as she rode him. 

Slowly, his hands traveled from her forearms, then to her waist briefly before finally settling to cup her full breasts from underneath. Easily, they spilled out of his large hands and the feel of their new weight was enough to remind him to be cautious in his ministrations; brush her pebbled nipples with his thumbs without pressing into them, and simply cupping her boobs as opposed to squeezing and kneading. 

"Easy," he emitted in a sharp, low whisper when she sped up, eager to reach gratification. "You're so fucking beautiful," he praised, words running ragged, "Fuck,"  Jim drew in a breath when one particular roll of her hips, matching a harsh jerk of his, found his member nestled deeper than he'd been before, "I've missed you," he heaved. Despite living with her, and working with her- being together almost 24/7- Jim had found himself aching to be close to Y/n over the past two or three weeks.

The occasional yelp from her lips ricocheted off the pale, yellow walls, only to be interrupted but her sultry response; "I've missed you too," she gasped breathlessly, and just then, he felt her thighs stiffen tellingly, "Jim," his name was a ragged gasp off agape lips and his hands deserted her tender breasts, gliding down her sensuous frame until he was gripping her ample hips once more. "I'm close….."

Bucking his hips again to meet hers, he quick wet the pad of his thumb with the tip of his tongue, bringing it to her swollen nub, rubbing in circles and eliciting a languid, moan that seemed to fill the room right before ecstasy washed over her. Y/n’s rhythmic movements fumbled noticeably as her head lolled back, a hollow sound falling off her lips. “'Atta girl,” Jim grunted out, watching intently as she rode the waves of pleasure. The feeling of her pulsating around his throbbing member threatened his restraint, while the obvious euphoria coursing through her- coupled with how absolutely astounding she looked just like that- completely threw him over. “Fuck,” he gnarred, reaching for her waist just as the roll of his stuttered and ropes of his hot product drenched her walls, mixing with hers as they trickled down her thighs and onto his. “You feel….so fucking good,” Jim praised crudely as they rode out their mutual highs, incoherent versions of his name, along with empty prayers being fired to the air. 

When it was over, as Y/n gingerly detached herself from him, she breathed heavily and suddenly noting the moisture running down her cheeks. Reaching up to cup her face, Jim used his thumbs to brush her tears away. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” He pressed more urgently, sitting up after they readjusted themselves. 

“No,” she sniffled, smiling through the slow tears and shining eyes, “Of course not,” she laughed soft and awkwardly, “You know I cry for no reason these days.” At paper towel commercials, when the pizza delivery guy was earlier expected, and now, apparently after sex. 

Chuckling, Jim leaned in to capture her lips, tasting the subtle saltiness of her tears lingering on Y/n’s lips, “So this was okay for you?” He asked, suddenly worried that she’d felt pressured.

“It was amazing for me,” cradling his face in her smaller palms, Y/n kissed him between sentences, “Thank you for being so patient with me,” she sniffled as they fell back length ways on the sofa, that time with her laying on top of him as they cuddled. 

Jim’s fingers trailed up and down her spine after he’d stolen a brief moment to pull the afghan, formerly draped on the back of the sofa, down on them. “You don’t have to thank me,” he kissed the top of her head, “I just don't want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“You’ve never make me do anything that I’m not comfortable with,” Y/n reassured, and after that, they lapsed into silence.

After a while, Jim’s touch traversed from her back and circled to her front, and with feather light ministrations, he caressed the side of her belly, smiling when she hummed contentedly. Sometimes, he still couldn't believe that he was starting over again; another shot at parenting after he’d thought he’d put diaper changing and middle school art projects behind him, but instead of dreading it all, Jim found himself welcoming it. He was excited to go through it with all the experience he now had- Alannah and Ben were so close in age that things had still felt new and a little confusing both times around, hell, he was pretty sure he’d made some of the same mistakes twice, but with this new baby, he had a chance to do some things differently.

He was also eager to parent alongside Y/n, he knew she’d be a wonderful mother and her love for their baby was already so apparent. She’d be a natural, he often thought, and kids always seemed to love her, though, that was completely understandable, because really who wouldn’t?

“I’ve been thinking,” Y/n suddenly interrupted his thoughts, quiet words careful to not disturb the comfortable silence.

“About?” Jim gently encouraged. 

He heard her suck in a breath and felt her shudder, both those things setting worry in his chest. “I’ve been thinking about…..what we talked about when I first moved in…..maybe we could start looking at houses.”

She angled her head to look at him, and Jim did the same, “You want to do that?” His eyes were wide and his heart was pounding excitedly. For weeks, Jim had gone over the conversation in his mind, worried that he’d pushed her too far and secretly fearing that he’d been expecting too much; babies didn’t equate long term commitments and suburban homes. 

“You don’t…anymore?” She frowned deeply. 

“No- I mean, yes,” he blurted out, “No, I didn’t mean that I don’t want to. Yes, I do still want to buy a house with you,” Jim smiled sheepishly, feeling heat rise to his face as a result of the awkward mix-up, “I just….I didn’t think you wanted to.”

“I wasn’t sure at first,” she emitted a lonesome, dry chortle, “But the more I think about it, the more I realize that when I picture myself in year from now- or five or twenty- its here, in Ireland, with you and our baby,” grabbing her lower lip between her teeth, Y/n rested her hand on the top of the one that still lingered on her bump, ”So why don’t we just do it?”

Emitting a scoffed, relieved laugh, Jim bent his head a little more to kiss her forehead, allowing his lips to stay there for a moment more, reveling in both the taste of her skin and the scent of her hair. “Let’s do it,” his words were pressed to her skin and Jim was finding it hard to contain his excitement.

“And I’m gonna help with the mortgage, bills and everything else as soon as I can-”

“But,” Jim cut her off firmly, “There’s no pressure for you to do any of that until you’re absolutely ready, okay? All you’ve gotta do right now is keep you and Jellybean healthy- and kill that thesis defense next week.” His words made her giggle, and after a moment of shuffling around, he reached her lips, pressing a series of chaste kisses to them before they settled into more comfortable positions once again. 

“I feel like I haven’t said this in a while,” he began after a short stretch of silence, “But I love you, and I’m glad we’re doing this together.”

Burrowing her cheek against his bare chest and then shifting to find a more comfortable position- something that had recently become of a trying feat than usual- Y/n hummed drowsily, “I love you too. And so am I…..even if it has been a little messy,” she admitted, “I wouldn’t rather do any of this this with anyone else.”

As she slowly fell asleep, Jim lazily pecked the crown of her head once last time, “Neither would I sweetheart,”

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#cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy x y/n #jim x reader #the delinquent season #mr. gallagher and me

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(*spoilers) watched interview with a vampire and it was so phenomenally criminally good, tv is not dead anymore! I had so much apprehension about watching 1) a tv adaption of the vampire chronicles because I feel current tv shows are so mid and didn't believe they could pull it off and 2) tom cruise iwav movie but it was so good and im dying for the second season if you know me then you know I very rarely "acquire" a new show to be a fave which is why im almost never trying anything new.

perfect casting, really well done additions to the original cannon in making Louis/Claudia African American, switching the setting to 1910-40s, and I really liked how they used the flashback making it the "second" interview. breakout fave has to be Claudia, though the actor who plays lestat is 10/10. At first I was a little disappointed because my favorite aspect of Claudia's character is how she will forever look like a small eight year old but after one episode tv Claudia won me over because it adds so much depth to her character and the struggle between her and lestat

cannot wait for the european chapter...

#I also thought the whole romantic relationship between Louis and lestat was really well done #like it felt very centered in the vampires time periods for how they expressed themselves if that makes sense #funnily enough my parents ended up watching it and were surprised to learn the vampires were gay....? #interview with the vampire #interview with the vampire spoilers

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ocean eyes, iii

this one got away from me!!!! usual caveats; named & described listener ocs, ivy they/them & aster they/she/he. hazel (baabe, they/them) and kieran (sh, he/him) are also namedropped here but do not appear.

we are no longer in platonic territory! while i was writing this i sort of figured out things about this story that i did not know in the fever dream rush of writing the first two parts; the two parts in question have now been edited (especially ii, which now has a whole new scene featuring ivy&sam) and this baby is on ao3!!

ok. part three: ivy & aster watch sense and sensibility, david comes home early, there are backstory hints, and everybody has a lot of unpleasant realizations. there is a pov switch in the middle. it’s like 5k! alarming!

on ao3, or full thing under the cut

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So they keep needling at Ivy, and eventually, like they always knew they could, they wear them down. Ivy agrees to come over and watch a movie on a Wednesday David won't be home, and if they make sure they're "accidentally" wrong about the time he's supposed to get back, who can blame them?

They coax Ivy into a blanket pile in the "home theater", which is actually the living room, and the best they can do for theater lighting is turn the lights off since it's not completely dark out yet, but the TV is big, and there are lots of cozy beanbags, so it's basically the same thing.

Aster has the urge to cover Ivy in soft things often, honestly. They just always look so sharp, sharp words and sharp chin and sharp jerky movements. Aster knows how to be like that, how to match edges for edges, how to respond in kind. How to fight. And they like it, too, the shimmering, exciting push and pull of sarcasm and insults and real intentions just under the surface. How else would they have loved Davey all this time?

But he isn't always like that, not with them, not anymore, and they don't always want to be like that with Ivy either. They want to be kind to Ivy, who has so obviously known kindness rarely. And if they don't want to examine that impulse too much, then that's fine, too.

Aster feels like they should probably be officially knighted for their services to the grumpy werewolf cause at this point.

They'd taken one look at Ivy and David at the table, that first check-in, and decided they needed to intervene. For anyone else with that kind of strained relationship, maybe silence would've been a good outcome. Maybe it would've been enough just to have them seeing each other. But for them? Both of them are caustic and rude, even (and in Ivy's case perhaps especially) to people they like, and they hadn't heard a single curse out of either of their mouths that entire night. Once the business stuff was done and David had gotten his Alpha protectiveness out of the way, they'd both just sat there, frozen-up and terrified, and let Aster ramble the whole time to a silent audience of two. It would've been better if they'd fought.

They'd asked him why that same night, together on the couch after Ivy had gone home. David had put his laptop aside (which definitely counted as a secondary victory) and glanced sidelong at them, expression shuttered. "You didn't see them," he'd said slowly. "At their apartment. I don't regret anything I said, but..."

"But what?" they'd prompted, gently settling a hand over his since it'd been rescued from the laptop.

"They cried," he'd said, tone flat. "Sure, they fought me on some of it, but in the end, when I said they were part of the Pack, that we loved them, they just -- stared. You know the way they do it. And they cried." David had squeezed their hand in his, staring sightlessly past them. Remembering, probably. "The Ivy I know, they wouldn't have wanted anyone to see that. Especially not me."

Aster remembers trying to get him to talk about that more, but he'd gone frustratingly quiet, unwilling or unable to answer. He'd had that same look on his face as he had the first night, all distant reminiscing and pain. They're starting to suspect there might be a deeper knot to untangle there than they'd initially thought.

In any case, they'd known it wasn't going to keep working. So they'd taken on the task themself, meeting Ivy without David for those mandatory check-ups. He'd argued, half concern for the safety of them both and half wanting to go himself, but they'd talked him down.

("Ivy isn't going to relax with you there," they'd told him, point-blank, and watched his expression fall in a way they hadn't seen in a long time. "Not yet. I think you two need time.")

The first meeting had seemed like a success. Ivy had been less frozen, more snarky, and honestly cooperative even though it'd seemed difficult for them. Aster hadn't missed the way every other sentence had been about Davey, too -- sure, it may be their connecting factor, but their little suspicious theory says it might be another reason.

It'd been a success regardless, though, so they keep doing it. And every Wednesday, Ivy shows up. They usually stick to neutral ground -- the park, the library after work -- but Aster's been to Ivy's absolute shithole of an apartment now (and that's an honest-to-God tragedy -- they're saving telling David about it for a time they feel like they need to take revenge for something) and they really feel like they're getting somewhere.

Ivy relaxes around them now; they haven't seen that rigid posture from the meeting in a long time, and they smile more. They smile at all, actually. It's a tiny little thing, Ivy's smile, just a corner of their mouth twitching up, and Aster feels lucky whenever they get one.

For all their successful hangouts, though -- and they are hangouts, whatever Ivy says about them being mandatory, if they really didn't want to hang out they'd answer David's questions and leave -- Aster's still working on getting Ivy to come over to their house. For anyone else, it'd be the obvious answer. Ivy doesn't even have a TV, the poor thing (they have to watch movies on a laptop, and it's not even their laptop) and Aster has a whole home theater, even if it's a work-in-progress. They have lots of snacks! They have functioning central AC! But they know what the problem is.

Aster knows that Ivy has started, very slowly, to reach out to the other Pack members. Kieran had texted in their group chat the other day about it, his tone all mixed relief and irritation, that Milo had come home and vented about his and Ivy's conversation for nearly an hour, so that's -- hopefully on the way to being fixed. Maybe they'll talk to Milo about it soon. Asher and Ivy are very nearly friends now; Ash can't hold a grudge to save his life, and it's kind of hard not to be friends with a guy like him. Aster tries not to feel too jealous how much more work it's been taking them.

No, the problem is David, and Aster's little suspicion grows, nurtured somewhere deep in the back of their mind. And the solution isn't going to come from either of these two on their own.

So they keep needling at Ivy, and eventually, like they always knew they could, they wear them down. Ivy agrees to come over and watch a movie on a Wednesday David won't be home, and if they make sure they're "accidentally" wrong about the time he's supposed to get back, who can blame them?

They coax Ivy into a blanket pile in the "home theater", which is actually the living room, and the best they can do for theater lighting is turn the lights off since it's not completely dark out yet, but the TV is big, and there are lots of cozy beanbags, so it's basically the same thing.

Aster has the urge to cover Ivy in soft things often, honestly. They just always look so sharp, sharp words and sharp chin and sharp jerky movements. Aster knows how to be like that, how to match edges for edges, how to respond in kind. How to fight. And they like it, too, the shimmering, exciting push and pull of sarcasm and insults and real intentions just under the surface. How else would they have loved Davey all this time?

But he isn't always like that, not with them, not anymore, and they don't always want to be like that with Ivy either. They want to be kind to Ivy, who has so obviously known kindness rarely. And if they don't want to examine that impulse too much, then that's fine, too.

"Whatever this is had better be worth it after you texted every day for two weeks," says Ivy, shooting them a trademark Ivy Glare as they reluctantly settle into the blanket pile. It's made of three different duvets, a beanbag, and two soft blankets, and Aster steps over to throw another one over their head the moment they settle. They curse, but it sounds like they have cotton in their mouth, so it comes out more like "Mmfffkcgk."

Aster snickers unashamedly and pats the blankety lump that is Ivy on the head as they pass. "I am going to subject you to the '95 Sense and Sensibility, and you're going to like it. No, it doesn't have any explosions."

"You are easily the loudest person I know," mumbles Ivy, tugging the blanket off over their head. The little hairs that usually lie against their forehead are sticking up in every direction from static. "Why is your taste in media so boring?"

"First off, you know Asher," replies Aster, settling on the couch behind them and fiddling with the remote. "Second off, I contain multitudes, and third off, you liked Emma. You thought it was funny."

"You can't prove that," Ivy answers immediately, but there's one of those little smiles on their face. A victory. Quieter, almost unsure, they add, "We're gonna do Attack the Block next time."

Aster smiles reflexively against the realization that somehow, even after how hard they've worked to worm their way into Ivy's life, assuming there's a next time makes the wolf nervous. "Sounds good," Aster says, instead of something that'll scare them, and starts the movie.

Ivy isn't a movie talker like Ash is (or Aster is, when they're not being considerate; Davey bitches about it all the time) but they react all the same, little contemptuous laughs and raised eyebrows in the dark. It's fun. Aster's loved this movie forever, could probably recite it in their sleep, so it's comfortable to just sit here in the half-dark with them. They hope it's comfortable for Ivy, too.

Just after an intense onscreen fight between the sisters, Ivy rolls out their shoulders with a series of sharp cracks and mutters, "Too hot."

"Emma Thompson?" asks Aster, with a little laugh. "Yeah, little Aster thought so too."

With a little snort, they shake their head and start to shift around in their blanket pile. Ivy always, always wears layers, overlarge jackets on shirts on undershirts, all black and torn up and edgy looking but barely any skin showing, and Aster's never heard them complain before, but it probably is hot under all that, isn't it?

They shrug off their jacket easily enough, but hesitate over the flannel under it, shooting Aster a sidelong glance. Even in the dim light of the living room, backlit by the brightness of the screen, Aster can tell it's an Ivy Look, the kind that pierces through your soul like a -- kebab, or something. Metaphors.

What won't freak them out, here? Would saying something be worse? Aster remembers what's probably under there, David talking about Ivy's scars. They can't react badly, not to this. It would be cruel. But Ivy hates talking about vulnerable things. So instead of doing anything useful, they freeze, uncertain, pinned under the weight of Ivy's stare, and try not to expect the worst.

They look a moment longer, eyes just pools of black in the low light, then shrug off their overshirt like it's nothing. It leaves them in just a t-shirt, and oh, Aster was preparing for the wrong thing entirely.

It's not easy to see in this light, but Ivy does have scars, obvious claw marks prominent across their entire right forearm and a jagged patch across the skin of their throat. Aster was expecting that. They were perhaps not expecting something much simpler, and maybe they should've been. They'd remarked on the difference that very first meeting, after all. How does tiny Ivy do construction?

With those fucking biceps, apparently.

Using the most restraint they've ever exercised in their life, Aster doesn't say "oh my God" out loud, but it's a close one, and they think their brain might actually be rebooting for a second.

Ivy’s posture sharpens for the first time in a while under Aster's probably indecent gaze. They are doing the exact wrong thing, the thing they'd said they wouldn’t, for possibly the second-worst reason. With monumental effort, they meet Ivy’s gaze and smile reassuringly, soft as they can manage, then make an inane comment about whatever's going on onscreen. Ivy’s back relaxes again, just a little, and Aster pointedly does not look at the line of their shoulders as they turn towards the screen again.

The moment those soul-piercing eyes return to the movie, Aster proceeds to have a little crisis on their own living room couch. It’s probably overdue.

It's a crush, isn't it. It would be one thing to have that kind of reaction in isolation; every single member of the Shaw Pack is unfairly hot. They will admit without shame to having once seen Asher in booty shorts and very nearly dying on the spot, which Hazel had given them shit about for months. But that's -- different. David knows it's different, too, had gotten all adorably grumbly about it. This isn't that. This is the logical consequences of those impulses they weren't examining earlier. This is Ivy's delicate features and pretty eyes and low voice and upsettingly attractive arms combined with the way those tiny rare smiles hook in Aster's heart and pull.

...Fuck. Oh, fuck.

Aster is a trans person in a certain demographic; they know about polyamory, and they'd already known they were capable of caring about more than one person, but this isn't a situation where that's a viable idea. This is Ivy, David's estranged whatever-they-were and known loose cannon so long as Quinn's still out there, someone Aster's just barely managed to coax into civilization with movies and constant texts. And David's... possessive. In a normal way, not a creepy way, and they've worked on it, but he wouldn't get it. He wouldn't. Is there even an 'it' to get?

There can't be. It’s just a crush. Ivy has someone, too, don't they? It's not that they've said anything, but sometimes they get a text on Wednesdays and look down at their phone and Aster sees a look on their face that they'd hide if they knew about it. And that someone is almost certainly Sam Collins, who Aster has yet to meet but knows is a good man with a good heart, and --

This absolutely cannot be a thing that happens. This needs to stay in.

Aster is... not good at that kind of thing.

They are saved (debatably) from their own spiraling freak-out by the arrival of a person with even worse unresolved Ivy Linden issues than theirs. Ivy hears it before they do, stiffening on their beanbag chair and sending Aster a look of complete and utter betrayal right as the front door clicks open in the other room.

They sit in tense silence, interrupted only by Marianne Dashwood, until David walks into the living room. "...Ivy," he says, very slowly. His tone goes pointed, and Aster has to squint to see the way his gaze goes flinty and accusing. "I didn't know you were here."

"Oops," says Aster.

________

Aster Pavia is a dirty traitor, and David is home earlier than they said he'd be.

A white lady in an old-fashioned gown is crying about something on screen, and David is standing in the living room entryway, and he is staring at Ivy's scars again. They want, suddenly, desperately, to be any other place.  Feeling David's eyes on their skin burns. It's dark, but they're both shifters. He can see. He can see everything. It's not the first time; he'd stared back in their apartment too, eyes caught on their neck with something like horror when he'd forgotten to be angry. But somehow it's worse here, with Aster comfortable behind them and blankets all around them, when they weren't expecting it. No warning from Sam this time. It's just as bad as before.

"You didn't do this on accident," David says, tone accusatory.

"I don't know what you mean," says Aster. Ivy thinks they sound flatter than usual. The teasing tone is the same, that little hint of something mischievous, but it's not genuine. The wrongness of that itches at them. They wonder if seeing their arms really upset Aster after all. Their skin feels like it's crawling. "You've been working late on Wednesdays recently, since I haven't been here to yell at you about it. It was completely reasonable to assume you'd be home later."

"You knew that wasn't true," David answers, but he sounds resigned now, and he comes into the room fully, dropping his bag on an armchair. "You're watching Sense and Sensibility again?"

"I'm introducing them to the classics," Aster says primly. "Come sit?"

Ivy feels every muscle in their body stiffen at the thought. They hate it, because it's obvious, and because they're not afraid of him but it's going to look like it. Ivy has never been afraid of David Shaw, for better or for worse. They just don't want him to keep looking at them like that.

"I'm not sure I should, angel," he says, and his voice is quiet like it never is with Ivy.

This is terrible. This is the worst possible way to break their weird stalemate. He can distrust them all he wants and they'll deserve it, he can worry about them hanging out with Aster and they'll deserve it, but they're not worried by him just being around. That had never been the problem. Ivy snarls, a guttural noise from the base of their chest, and narrows their eyes at him. "It's your house."

"Okay, that's enough," says Aster, still in that flat tone but devoid of even faked mischief. "I took over the check-ins because I thought you two needed time to get used to the way things are now, and I think I was right, but if I left it up to you time would've meant forever. I don't know what happened with you two--"

"You don't?" blurts Ivy.

David sighs a huge, cavernous sigh. Maybe Ivy's hallucinating, but it sounds like it shakes a little. He comes over to the couch and sits to Aster's left, toeing his shoes off. "They know everything I told Sam."

"Sure," says Aster slowly. Their green eyes look pained behind those glasses. "I do know that stuff. About having trouble with being in the Pack, and Quinn, and Washington, and all that. But... with you two, there's something else, isn't there? It's not just that. You don't have this problem with the others. Not even Milo, and I saw how he looked at you at that first meeting. Something else happened."

Ivy had been working on the assumption Aster knew. They've certainly been acting like they knew, running buffer for David. They swallow suddenly, because on the face of it it's not something that should cause a problem now, but Aster is smart, and they understand emotions better than maybe anyone else Ivy's ever met, even Sam. They might... read into it.

Fuck, this is terrible.

David is looking at his mate like he didn't expect this either. It would be a consolation, but Ivy doesn't understand why he wouldn't have told them. It doesn't take him long, though. His eyes go somber and serious, and he looks sidelong at Ivy. "Are you alright with me telling them?"

Their worry spiral stops cold, and they blink at him. "Why?"

For the first time that night, David fixes them with a look they know on him: mild exasperation. "Because it's not my place to run around telling people your personal history, Ivy, especially not when you two are actually getting to know each other of your own accord."

"It's -- it's your personal history too," they say, honestly confused.

"Is anyone going to actually tell me, then, if we're all in agreement?" Aster interrupts.

Ivy swallows. They shift all the way around, facing the couch. They still feel oddly naked without their jacket on, but David has abandoned boring his eyes into their neck in favor of staring out into the darkened living room. He doesn't look like he's going to start. "David and I fought," they say. It's a little refreshing to just spit it out to someone who doesn't already know, honestly. "A little over two years back."

Aster's eyes shift immediately to Ivy's scarred forearm.

David catches the movement and outright growls, a low rumbling sound that shivers all the way up Ivy's spine even as it feels like their blood freezes. "No," he says, voice deadly quiet. "Never. They mean 'argued'."

"Shit," Ivy blurts, completely out of their own control. "No, he -- he wouldn't. Please don't think that. You don't think that. Right?"

"I don't," Aster says. Their face, twisted up in shock when David growled, relaxes, leaving them just looking sad. They reach out to David, setting a hand on his thigh. "I just -- looked, when you said fought. I didn't have a chance to think yet. Baby, you know I would never believe that."

"I... do know." David sets his big hand over Aster's, curling his fingers around theirs. "I'm sorry. That was an overreaction."

Ivy stares at their intertwined hands with a pang of something they thought they crushed a long time ago. They swallow again, nervous, a lump caught in their throat. "We argued," they say, quieter.

"It was in September," David continues. "Around the anniversary of my dad's death." He sounds so steady, not even a hint of hesitation in his voice. "I wasn't in a good headspace."

The David Ivy had known would never have been able to just say something like that, especially not to them. Hell, they're currently talking about the aftermath of the last time he even tried. This David looks right at Aster with clear eyes as he speaks. It looks good on him. They can try, in exchange. "I'd just cut ties with my mom," they admit. "It wasn't -- good."

They'd gone to see David that day completely adrift, finally free just to go back to a Pack they weren't sure even wanted them anymore, not after they'd abandoned it for her, a Pack that was missing the first person who'd made them feel welcome in it. Ivy isn't even sure what they'd been hoping for when they went to meet an Alpha they'd barely spoken to in that context that day.

Well. It had maybe been wishful thinking, nostalgia for a time when their relationship with David Shaw was just a stupid teenage crush. A stupid teenage crush that maybe could've been something, once, if they'd stayed. If she'd've let them stay.

"They remembered the date and tried to talk to me about him," David says, and now his phrasing is careful. "Offer condolences. Then talk about their place in the Pack. And I -- reacted poorly." He drops his gaze to meet Ivy's head-on, honest and straightforward. "I regret it. Sincerely."

"It's not like you were wrong," says Ivy, to cover for how the acknowledgement sits like a hot coal behind their eyes. "It only got more true after that, anyway."

"What?" snaps David. "What do you mean by that?"

It's that same tone he'd used in their apartment. He's not going to let them weasel out of this one.

"I didn't belong there," they say. They can't look at him. The blanket right under their hands is soft and orange and much less likely to poke at their issues. "And maybe I didn't mean to, but--" The excuses gutter and die in their throat. "That's not the point, and you didn't know that."

"You don't believe that," demands David. He's never loud when he's mad. His consonants just get sharper, enunciated like he's forcing them past his teeth. "Everything I - we have done for you since then says otherwise, even when you wouldn't fucking let us. I bailed your ass out of jail when you fought Quinn's friends, I texted you every week while you were in Washington. I came for you here. I told you, to your face, and now I'm saying it again. You are Pack. If you can't see it, you aren't looking hard enough."

"Everyone was so worried," says Aster, their soft tone so different after David's that Ivy almost flinches. "You're one of us."

That burning behind their eyes worsens. They can't look up. Someone is confessing their repressed British passion on the TV behind them and they cannot possibly speak.

"Ivy," says David, his words rounder like he's about to say something about love again, and they find the strength.

"I know," they manage. It shakes.

And the worst thing is that it's true. They do know they're Pack. It doesn't let go once it has you, even if you hold yourself at arm's length. David is a great Alpha, and Gabe was too, and both of them have always done their duty by Ivy, even in the worst possible circumstances. Even after their fight, David had gritted his teeth and come back to them, over and over, for the Pack.

But when David had said they didn't belong there, when Ivy had agreed, neither of them had meant that they weren't Pack. They'd meant what they'd said. Duty aside, Ivy didn't fit, and they especially didn't fit with him. They don't have anything to offer, just trouble.

Saying that out loud, though, especially here in David's house, with his mate close enough to touch, is impossible. It's pointless.

Gentle fingers tip their chin up with a touch so light they don’t even think to fight it. It's Aster, smiling soft and a little sad. "It's okay to take some time," they say, and Ivy feels nothing but guilt. "Everyone will still be here."

Beside them on the couch is David, still holding Aster's other hand. His eyes gleam in the reflected light of the screen. They are so close.

Suddenly, with an intensity that startles them, Ivy misses Sam. They could tell him this, if they managed to get it out; he'd understand. They could reach out to him, as long as they were careful. He would hold their hand like that. They want - they want -

Aster turns their head over to David. The mates exchange a speaking look, one Ivy can't read, and then Aster slips down from the couch to sit on the blanket pile next to Ivy's beanbag. "We've been ignoring Elinor," they say, so kindly Ivy wants to hide.

They can't, though, because David begrudgingly leaves the couch to sit on their other side, long legs spread across the floor and back straight. "Haven't you seen her happy cry enough times?"

"No," says Aster cheerily. "It's a great scene and I won't have you casting any aspersions. It was memorable enough to you, wasn't it?"

"It was memorable to me because the first time we watched it together you cried all the way through my shirt, you little snot," replies David, agreeably enough.

Ivy closes their eyes for a moment against all of this. Aster and David keep arguing, in that comfortable way that says this is how they pass the time, right over their head. Is it this easy? Are they allowed now, suddenly? There were so many things they didn't say. Is this good enough?

"Hey," says Aster, snapping them out of it. "You're missing the good parts."

"Oh, did we switch movies?" they ask, contrary on reflex, and David snorts, and maybe, for them and for now, it is.

#redacted asmr #ocposting #my fic tag #f: ocean eyes #usual tag commentary can be found on ao3 this time.... #i have gotten my formatting and posting shit together finally! yeehaw!

[whoiskt]

2022 draws to a close... it is time now... the questions...

1: What did you do in 2022 that you’d never done before?

WENT TO THE OCEAN!!! BABEY WE FINALLY MADE IT!

Also wrote a TV pilot script which has altered the course of my future in ways that are yet to be determined....

I did some other things, of course, but nothing as big as those. Like, I went to the renaissance faire, and tried hot pot, poisoned myself with mold. Just a tastes of some firsts.

2: Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

I made... so many. It was too much. 

Read 10 books--- Yeah, I technically have started and failed to complete many books. This does include Dracula -_- I’m so bad at finishing things. I’m trying to finish one before New Years.

Go to an event I wouldn’t normally attend--- I mean, I did go to the ren faire... so I want to count this.

Run a mile in less than 12 minutes outdoors--- I didn’t try lmao once it was warm enough to run outdoors I had completely forgotten.

Apply for at least 4 jobs a week----

I was trying to film a second a day too and that ended in... February. 

Yeah, anyways, I don’t know. I got to be more reasonable.

3: Did anyone close to you give birth?

Nay! Least you count all the girlies at work.

4: Did anyone close to you die?

Nay!

5: What countries did you visit?

I’m still working on that ok?

6: What would you like to have in 2023 that you lacked in 2022?

Watch as KT chooses “career” for the fourth year in a row... Honestly, no. I’m going to say a feeling of community. That’s what I really want.

7: What dates from 2022 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

I will probably forget everything. I still remember the queen died on the 8th of September. I don’t know why I remember that but I doubt it will last.

8: What was your biggest achievement of the year?

Writing the script. I mean, it has changed a bit, and will continue to, but it was a big step in this journey I’m on. And as you know, I rarely finish things I start, so this was a big deal. Even if it never sees the light of day.

I read it to my family at Christmas and my oldest bro-in-law told me to keep making it because he likes it.... HUGE compliment coming from him.

I have also written the outlines for several other episodes for this not-real TV show of mine. I think I’m up to 5 outlines, in addition to the script. So, yeah. Even if it never gets to TV I might make it into a webcomic. Like, I'll make a pact that if I haven't gotten it made by the time I'm 30, I'll start making it into a webcomic instead.

Plus, I’ve been working a lot on my portfolio. I need to finish that up in January and then I’ll be applying for grad school! Scary but exciting. 

9: What was your biggest failure?

My biggest failure of the year was probably whenever I applied and interviewed for that broadcasting job. I was really bummed that I didn’t get the job because of the following reasons:

1) It was “the perfect” job for me, I was perfectly qualified and it was in the perfect place, as close as I could get to my “dream job” without leaving the state.

2) There was three (3!) openings. The odds should have been in my favor

3) I knew someone who was already working there. Just embarrassing to me like, ok, so he knows I didn’t get the position. We went to school together our resumes were VERY similar ya know? How did I not get it?

But my biggest failure did lead me to self-reflect. The job search the last few years has been so hard. Getting this rejection was a very big “I can’t do this anymore” moment, so I was thinking, what has brought me satisfaction in all this? The answer was the TV show I write in my notes app.

And because I believe in that enough, I guess I’m going to go do that now instead. Either way, it’s been really fucking nice since then to have just completely given up on the job search. Just so nice.

10: Did you suffer illness or injury?

Yes, first I was sick... idk some time in Spring. Then I drank mold and became poisoned that way, so that was fun. And this last week I’ve had a stomach bug so wooo! I look forward to being well again.

11: What was the best thing you bought?

I bought the new tablet. It is really nice. But it would really only be useable thanks to Will, letting me borrow his computer all the time these days. 

12: Whose behavior merited celebration?

I respect all my friends for their behavior and growth or dealing with challenges. It was tough ages 18-24 dealing with losing friends, but now the people I choose to surround myself never worry me, or shock me, or even come close to disgusting me. That’s not something I could have said when I was younger (sadly). But now all my friends are super solid and I am proud to know them.

13: Whose behavior made you appalled?

I don’t know... sometimes my coworkers do stuff but I wouldn’t call it outright appalling? At worst it’s petty drama or bootlicking. But I’m very good at leaving things at work so I don’t care.

14: Where did most of your money go?

They keep increasing the gd rent grrrrr

15: What did you get really, really, really excited about?

The ocean and the beach and the accompanying aura was really cool. I was so excited in general for summer and warm weather, which I think I’m just thinking about because I want it really bad right now. 

Chainsaw Man anime! It’s been great showing it to Will, now he knows who tf I’m talking about.

16: What song will always remind you of 2022?

I really don’t listen to pop songs anymore but on our drive to the east coast we discovered Brick + Motar which has become a staple in our home, so pretty much all their songs.

17: Compared to this time last year, are you: (a) happier or sadder? (b) thinner or fatter? Richer or poorer?

I’m probably in all ways about the same. This is what I talk about when I say all the last few years have been a blur because things really don’t get better or worse they just stay the same.

18: What do you wish you’d done more of?

Focusing on finishing things I started. Running theme here, I know, lmao

19: What do you wish you’d done less of?

Play stupid little games on my phone. I seriously get addicted to these things.

20: How did you spend Christmas?

Went home. It was really brief this year. I'll make sure my visit next year is an extended stay.

21: Did you fall in love in 2022?

Never stopped.

22: What was your favorite TV program?

Some things I enjoyed this year: Severance, What We Do in the Shadows, Arcane, Chainsaw Man, Spy x Family, Jojo Part 6, Bee and Puppycat: Lazy in Space, Fringe, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, Gravity Falls, and many docs.

23: Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?

Nah.

24: What was the best book you read?

I have been and should be finished reading “The Song of Achilles” soon. I enjoy it because before I played Hades, and as a former greek mythology kid, I hadn’t heard of Patroclus, and I enjoy learning more about him..

25: What was your greatest musical discovery?

I did a lot of musical discovery this year. Like, more than usual, probably not a lot compared to most people. First off, I discovered Of Montreal (not from Montreal sus) TV on the Radio, and of course my Spotify top song of the year: “Heart It Races” by Architecture in Helsinki (I have yet to listen to a single other song of theirs because I just know nothing can top this).

Will discovered Brick + Mortar, and Fish in a Birdcage, which I have coveted.

I have also enjoyed That Handsome Devil and Spoon. Although there is more diving to do with them.

26: What did you want and get?

New drawing tablet. 

27: What did you want and not get?

New laptop. My tastes are just too expensive and so I ended up using the money for other things.

28: What was your favorite film of this year?

EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE!

29: What one thing that made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

Writing things for myself and then reading them off to Will. Oh, yeah, my TV show has a fan! Just greenlight me baby!

30: How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2022?

Visions from higher powers. But mostly I don’t wear pants at home. I’m not wearing pants as I write this.

31: What kept you sane?

Socializing. Going outside. Going for walks. Music. My notes app.

32: Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?

I don’t care about celebrities but I do care about Aki Hayakawa.

33: What political issue stirred you the most?

I lost rights this year so..... oof.

34: Who did you miss?

My kitty cat. 

35: Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2022.

I learned not to compromise on quality of life? Life is filled with dreams. You gotta follow the string of satisfaction. 

It’s easy to get caught up in a stream of “well I have to do this, and then that, and then I’ll be happy.” Which is pretty much how I have lived my life up to this point. I went to college because I thought it was a step to happiness. I wasn’t happy while doing it. I should have done something else, I think. It was unhappy times. 

Like, I don’t really like my job, it’s not what I want to do for the rest of my life, or even a year more, but it’s something I can do now, while pursuing other things that DO satisfy me... and THAT’S the satisfaction I have in my life. Before, it was just a step while I waited for something better. But I realize that’s not a good way to live life.

36: Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.

#lifeblogging #Tl;dr of this is that I wrote a script and didn't read any books lmaooo #year in review

[lovemesomesurveys]

Is it currently raining where you are? No, but it was raining all day yesterday. I loved it.  

What's something that you have been wanting to say to someone? *shrug* What's your favorite thing to do at the end of the day? Well, I take my nighttime meds around 1030 or 11PM (it’s wild that I actually go to bed at a decent time now like most days I’m asleep before midnight thanks to my sleeping pill lol), so we have dinner around like 7 or 8 and my mom and I, sometimes my brother as well, watch TV until then.  When did you last use a lighter or matches? I don’t use them because I’m a scardy cat.  Do you or anyone you know have covid or the flu? My grandparents and one of my cousins currently have COVID. 

Do you have a hard time letting things go? Yes.  What did you last have to eat? A couple of Reese’s. I’ve always loved those, but these past few months I’ve literally been obsessed. Like, I have a couple (or a few, ha) just about everyday. I’ve gone through so many bags... :X Are you allergic to anything that is unusual? I’m allergic to tangerines, which is kinda random.  When did you last feel fear? Currently. I’m still dealing with health stuff and there’s certain things I’m afraid of happening.  What did you last drop? I think it was a roll of paper towels.  Have you ever been to a Halloween themed amusement park? No. What's something about your health that you would like to change? Everything? My health has taken so much from me. I haven’t felt like myself in SO long. This whole year was stolen from me. I want to be able to do things again and not have to be so dependent. I feel like I’m just wasting away. When did you last look on the mirror? Earlier when I brushed my teeth. I avoid looking into mirrors as much as possible cause I’m so self-conscious, so it’s only briefly when I really need to. I honestly prefer to use something like the back of my phone case that allows me to see enough, but it’s not a clear or full image like looking in a mirror. Yeah, I have issues.  When did you last have to go to the doctor? This past Thursday.  What color is your favorite shirt? Most of my shirts are black. What last made you smile? My mom brought me a bag of Reese’s.  Have you ever walked through a sunflower field? No. How often do you listen to music? I rarely do anymore, it’s so weird. For most of my life I always listened music, like not a day went by without it, but for the past couple years I’ve hardly listened to it and I don’t know why.  Are you a fan of Taylor Swift? What's your favorite song from her? No. Would you be happy if you got a lifetime supply of the last thing you purchased? I would love a lifetime supply of Reese’s, haha.  What's something great that has happened to you recently? I got positive news from my last doctor appointment, which was great. Finally seeing some real improvement with something I’ve been dealing with for years. Having a feeding tube and getting a lot of my nutrients that way, plus normal eating, has certainly made a difference. The progress has been slow, but hey it’s progress and I’ll take it.  How old were you when you had your first best friend? I was in preschool, so like 4.  Do you believe that anything is infinite? Well, I believe in life after death.  What did you last order from a fast food restaurant? My usual Taco Bell order: a bean burrito with no onions and extra sauce and cheese, a Doritos Loco taco supreme with no lettuce or tomato, a couple Cinnabon Delights, and a side of guacamole and sour cream. I’ve been obsessed with Taco Bell, too, which some of ya’ll may recall my obsession a few years ago lol.  How often do you have to purchase shampoo and conditioner? My mom stockpiles it cause she gets a discount at her job, so it’s been awhile since we’ve needed to.  What was the last pain you've had on your body? My back.  Is there anything currently bothering you? At this current moment I’m hot. I hate it because it’s been cold and my family is like wrapped in blankets all the time, but for some reason I’ve been hot most of the time. Last year I practically lived in my heating blanket, but I can’t even imagine needing that now. Although, I was really sick last year (worse than I ever knew, which I already thought it was pretty bad) so that’s likely why. I was so frail. :/ Would you ever paint your bedroom bright blue? Certain shades of it, perhaps.  What's your favorite way to eat rice? I like Spanish rice in my burritos sometimes. I’m not a big rice fan, though. Do you currently have a window open? No. I kinda want to open mine since I’m warm, but it’d get too cold for my family.  What kind of jacket do you like wearing most? I like my puffer coat.  Do you own a sherpa blanket? No. Are you currently wearing something green? I am, actually. I have a green shirt and a green bracelet.  Have you recently lost something? No. What's something that has really impacted your life? The incident that made me a paraplegic when I was 7 months old. That led to countless doctor visits throughout my life, several surgeries, and many health struggles.  What scents can you currently smell? The hand sanitizer I used earlier.  What did you last have as a snack? A couple Reese’s.  Are you currently listening to music? No. Would you say you're a strong person? I feel like a weak person, physically and emotionally, but I know some would say otherwise.  What's something you miss from the past? I really miss my childhood. It wasn’t without struggles, but honestly I think of more positive things when I look back on that time. I miss being a kid.  When did you last rush for something? I had to kinda rush to get ready for my appointment the other morning.  Do you require a lot of personal space or do you enjoy being around people often? I do like and need my personal space, but I also enjoy time spent with my family.  Have you drank enough water today? No.  Do you like lima beans? Blech, nooo.  What was the last lie you told? Uhhhh. What did you last plug into an outlet? I don’t remember.  Do you have anything due soon? Yes, but I paid all my bills for the month already. I need to hurry up and finish my Christmas shopping, though.  How many bottles do you see from where you're sitting? Two.  What was the last thing you took a picture of? It was a screen shot of a possible gift idea for my brother. 

#personal #text #survey #surveys