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Decrypting the fragmented messages from Martyn‘s PiratesSMP finale (I‘m back with lore brainrot yay!)
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In his stream there‘s 6 messages he gets with only parts revealed. The rest looks like this with the strange symbols always changing.
(example)
So here’s all the timestamps for the messages & what I’ve been able to get from them. I can‘t ensure they are correct. (The text in italics is stuff that I‘m still unsure about & the rows of 5s are the words I haven‘t been able to decrypt. I‘ll explain why that is below.)
- - 1:15:21 - -
Martyn!?
- - 1:38:48 - -
That has to be you? What took you so long to get out here?
- - 1:46:38 - - (message confirmed by martyn)
There isn‘t much time left! You‘ll be alright so long as you hurry.
- - 1:47:43 - -
C.H.E.S.T have taken an invention/infection and tweaked it. The world got locked in. Iris 5555 failsafe 555 di5 t5e5 5i555.
Edit: You could get locked in. is another solution I found. I think this might fit better.
- - 1:59:47 - -
The portal is close. We can‘t risk them seeing it. 55 5555 a distraction so you can slip away.
- - 2:13:05 - -
Be swift, keep calm & remember your training. Ill only be able to keep it open n for a few more minutes then I‘d have to quarantine this world.
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I‘ll try my best to explain how I got to these results now (I hope this explanation makes sense to someone lol)
Firstly I looked at all these messages, screen recorded them and then did some research on how to even make them look like this. I found a tutorial and during this video I noticed that not every fragmented letters looks the same. They are based on the width of the original text. An i is a very slim letter so the fragmented (or as it is apparently called, obfuscated) text would be slim as well. The opposite goes for a wide letter like w and d which will result in a wide fragmented character.
With this info and the example message Martyn revealed I was able to test and confirm this. Every fragmented symbol has a set width, reaching from 1 to 5 pixels. The fragmented characters constantly change, but they always stay the same size. So all I had to do now was skip through my recordings of the messages and find frames where the I can count the pixels of every missing character and write the number down. It took very long and I had to check several times because I kept making mistakes and miscounting. But I got these results:
- Message 2: 5553 has 35 55 you! 5553 3554 you 55 2555 to 553 553 here?
- Message 4: C.H.E.S.T 5555 2545n 55 155e53155 555 3w5545d 131 555 5o525 553 25c455 151 3515 5555 failsafe 555 di5 35e5 515551
- Message 5: 555 555352 15 52o551 55 55523 r154 t555 555155 131 55 5555 5 51535a53155 55 555 555 5l15 away.
- Message 6: 55 s51431 k555 5525 5 55555555 55u5 355151551 3ll 5525 55 5525 35 4555 i3 5555 n 455 5 few 5555 min5355 5he5 325 5555 35 quarantine 3515 55525111
(didn’t do 1 & 3 because 1 was kinda obvious and 3 was already revealed. )
Now I know the amount of missing characters & how many pixels wide they are. In the minecraft text font almost all characters are five pixels wide, as you see above. But there are a few outliers:
4 pixels: lowercase k & f
3 pixels: lowercase t and uppercase i
2 pixels: lowercase L and apostrophes (there is also a 1 pixel apostrophe but it doesn‘t seem like it‘s used here)
1 pixel: lower i as well as dots, exclamation marks and commas
With this I was able to read some of the missing letters. The rest was guessing. Or I guess using wordle solvers and other websites to find fitting words. That’s how I got to the results above.
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Additional notes on the messages:
— I don‘t know if the word in message 4 for is invention or infection. I think both would work. Infection could mean some kind of virus?
— Iris is the only word I could find that would fit with a capital i (and make sense in the context of pirates) but I haven‘t been able to form a logical sentence with it. I‘m assuming it is a capital letter because it‘s a new sentence. But it could technically be a t. (if anyone has ideas on this pls tell me..)
— Don‘t know what the missing words in message 5 are. I don‘t think they would change the meaning greatly though. (make doesn‘t work bc k is 4 pixels)
— The italics words in message 6 I‘m still a bit unsure about. There is some other word groups that could fit, but none of them made much sense in the whole sentence. I do think it’s possible that I‘m wrong there.
— Edit, bc I forgot to add this. But I don‘t know why there is a singular n in message 6. It is either a strange way to shorten and which would not match the rest of the writing style at all or it is a typo which I don‘t think is that unlikely tbh. I think the way the message would have to be written (with commands I assume) would make it easy to make a mistake there, so maybe it is just the n from open.
— Edit 2: Missing part in message 5 might be "We need a distraction …" (suggestion from @.ilexdiapason)
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I am honestly very surprised that I got this far. Not what I was expecting when I started this. Obviously these messages weren‘t intended to be decrypted like his — which is why I don‘t think I will ever figure out the full messages — but I wanted to try anyway. Martyn has said he‘ll reveal them at some point so I guess I‘ll find out how correct I am. I definitely had my fun with this, also big thanks to the two people (once and percival) in Martyns discord that were replying to my messages while I was doing this lol <3
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Ich habe 61 Mal im Jahr 2022 etwas gepostet
5 Einträge erstellt (8%)
56 Einträge gerebloggt (92%)
Blogs, die ich am häufigsten gerebloggt habe:
@sweetrunawayfox
@anxious-and-in-pain
@fibrofox
@spooniestrong
@chronicillnessmemes
Ich habe 59 meiner Einträge im Jahr 2022 getaggt
Nur 3% meiner Einträge hatten keine Tags
#disability – 25 Einträge
#chronic illness – 17 Einträge
#disabled – 13 Einträge
#ableism – 12 Einträge
#autism – 11 Einträge
#chronic pain – 8 Einträge
#meme – 4 Einträge
#spoonie – 4 Einträge
#chronic fatigue – 4 Einträge
#help – 3 Einträge
Längstes Tag: 41 characters
#postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome
Meine Top-Einträge im Jahr 2022:
#5
The only pharmacy nearby now nebulises essential oils. They want to increase their nebuliser sellings.
Since I have MCAS, I‘m terribly allergic to that. I can’t enter my pharmacy anymore.
Thank you for taking yet another small part of what‘s left of my autonomy. :(
3 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 20. Dezember 2022
#4
As a disabled person who can’t go to work and stays home all day, money is always tight. I discovered an app that is actually legit for a tiny side hustle. It‘s about filling out surveys and money can be paid out via paypal or even amazon coupons.
I‘m telling you this because it is a real option to people like me who are not allowed to gain money.
So if you are on disability and want to gain a few euros or dollars, this might be an option:
https://attapoll.app/join/sgprj
It‘s sad that people like me have to try ways like these. But right now, I‘ll take what I can get and I bet many of you feel the same. It‘s a bit of work, but I had 15 Euros in three days.
Heads up: If you click on that link and use the app with my reference (sgprj) , you get 40 Cents and I get 20 Cents.
I wish we had better options, but until then, try to stay afloat, everyone.
3 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 31. August 2022
#3
The world is unfair.
I often buy myself a treat
While others can't afford to eat.
I live in a house that's made of stone
While others don't even have a home.
My walls are short, my roof is old
But even in winter, I never get cold.
I'm often so sick that I can't go outside
But I've never been threatened or forced to hide.
When at death‘s door, I get medical care
I won't be left hanging alone in the air.
In the country I live I'm considered as poor.
But comparing to others, I have so much more!
The world is unfair
And I do despair.
I wish we could share.
3 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 22. Februar 2022
#2
And tipps for dealing with Raynauds?
I just can’t find gloves or socks that keep the cold away :(
It‘s 13 degrees Celsius (55F) and I have mean numb, white fingers and toes. It‘s scary and it hurts and happened even through gloves.
8 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 21. April 2022
Meine #1 des Jahres 2022
Autism and hearing difficulties
Hey everyone,
l have a problem and I think it‘s caused by my neurodiversity. I am very sensitive to all noises and I hear things that are too silent for others to hear. Here comes the „but“: I don’t understand people.
I hear them, but their words don’t really make sense. I hear different syllables and then I try to guess what someone actually said. And more often than not, I can’t guess.
I try to read their lips but that doesn’t always work. Whenever there are other sounds around, I can’t understand anything at all anymore.
This is becoming worse and worse and I feel really handicapped by it. But I guess hearing-aids won’t help? I think the „fault“ lies in my brain?
Does anyone have a tip for me?
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Ross Chastain cherishes first title bout despite falling short: 'I'm so proud'
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Ross Chastain cherishes first title bout despite falling short: 'I'm so proud'
AVONDALE, Ariz. — Ross Chastain was sure that coming close but falling short in pursuit of his first NASCAR Cup Series championship would sting.
Sunday afternoon saw part of that come to fruition: A third-place effort around Phoenix Raceway just 1.268 seconds off the back bumper of race and title winner Joey Logano left Chastain a runner-up in the championship race. Yet there was little bitterness — if any at all — as he took to the media center podium shortly after nearly conquering one of his life goals.
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“The emotions are surprisingly good,” Chastain said. “Like, I‘m not sad. I‘m not upset. I honestly thought when we started the playoffs that if we made it, as I go through different scenarios — I do think about what I‘m going to think about ahead of time and think about what my thoughts are going to be and what I want them to be, and then I try to evaluate as I go.
“I thought if I — like this scenario, if I lost by a little bit, that I would be really upset, and I‘m not. Like I‘m so proud and so happy to give our first shot at these playoffs and at racing in the Cup Series with Trackhouse, and we just ran second.”
A dream season ended two spots short on the 1-mile desert oval. But the reflection of his journey — an eighth-generation watermelon farmer who rose to the NASCAR national series level 11 years ago and clawed through numerous underfunded rides all the way to a title-contending effort at the sport’s pinnacle — didn’t leave Chastain wallowing.
“I feel like I‘m on a never-ending hamster wheel to be the best version of myself, and that‘s not going to stop,” Chastain said. “I hope that I never lose that drive because I wake up and I think about how can I drive a race car fast. That is my main priority every day of my life now, and it has been for the past probably seven or eight years.
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“It wasn‘t at the beginning of my career. Before that it was how can I raise the funds to race, and before that was what do we need to do at the farm to grow a crop.
“You look at the progression of my mindset that comes natural when I wake up, and I feel like I‘m on a never-ending evolution to be better, and I can‘t wait to get to work this offseason.”
His efforts from 2021 to 2022 were extremely fruitful, producing his first two Cup Series victories at Circuit of The Americas and Talladega Superspeedway. The last year and a half has been a roller coaster of the aforementioned journey.
In June 2021, Chastain was at Dover Motor Speedway when he was texted the news that Justin Marks was purchasing Chip Ganassi Racing, where Chastain was employed as the driver of its No. 42 Chevrolet. With him was Darian Grubb, the Director of Performance for CGR then and now the same for Trackhouse.
Their hearts sank, burdened with the uncertainty, but that moment proved pivotal for two future Trackhouse employees.
“I’d say that was a big moment for himself and me personally,” Grubb told NASCAR.com, “because we were able to bond by sharing that news with each other at a test and trying to figure out what we’re going to do and just have each other’s back and know when we’re gonna go forward with it. Neither one of us knew at that point, whether we’re gonna make it and we both did. Now we’re here.”
So, too, is Chastain’s crew chief Phil Surgen. The duo finished 20th in points a season ago, netting the first three top-five finishes of Chastain’s career in addition to eight top 10s. This year, those numbers exploded — two wins punctuating series-bests in top fives (15) and top 10s (21).
“We had the opportunity to build the team from the ground up,” Surgen told NASCAR.com. “Me and Ross had worked together before. We absorbed a lot of the Ganassi employees, which I had a ton of confidence in and it’s been great. It’s been a great journey, just kind of growing and building together.”
The weight of the questions ahead lingered heavily on Chastain’s mind after the 2021 finale — a feeling he recalled clearly Sunday afternoon.
“I look at when we pulled down the backstretch 20th in the points last year with the 42, had a cooler full of beverages and, you know, walked away not knowing what the future was,” Chastain said. “We knew that tomorrow morning, Monday morning, we were walking in with new ownership and Chip (Ganassi) and Doug Duchardt and so many people that we had bet on being there for a long time in that 42 car, it was their time to step away. And there was a lot of unknowns.
“And you know, to look back and think we ran (14th) in this race, I believe, and 20th in driver points, to come back and run third today and second in the spring and fight for a championship, we’re only going to get better.”
Chastain was quick to credit the Next Gen car for Trackhouse’s immediate competitive nature, particularly in adding a second team to what was a single-car operation out of the Richard Childress Racing camp for Daniel Suárez in 2021.
“They took a big leap of faith with this car, the France family and NASCAR did,” Chastain said. “Obviously I‘m really thankful for that because it put Trackhouse into existence, and it gave us kind of the reason that we‘ve been able to be successful.”
The enthusiasm surrounding the No. 1 team’s success in its inaugural year already appears to be permeating the 2023 preparation.
“To ultimately get the results and be here to fight and finish second in the championship’s just really reassuring, confidence-building for next year. And, you know, largely our team is going to be the same and I can’t wait for next season.”
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Re: the post you reblogged about Bush. I'm 21 and tbh feel like I can only vote for Bernie, can you explain if/why I shouldn't? Thanks and sorry if this is dumb or anything.
Oh boy. Okay, I’ll do my best here. Note that a) this will get long, and b) I’m old, Tired, and I‘m pretty sure my brain tried to kill me last night. Since by nature I am sure I will say something Controversial ™, if anyone reads this and feels a deep urge to inform me that I am Wrong, just… mark it down as me being Wrong and move on with your life. But also, really, you should read this and hopefully think about it. Because while I’m glad you asked this question, it feels like there’s a lot in your cohort who won’t, and that worries me. A lot.
First, not to sound utterly old-woman-in-a-rocking-chair ancient, people who came of age/are only old enough to have Obama be the first president that they really remember have no idea how good they had it. The world was falling the fuck apart in 2008 (not coincidentally, after 8 years of Bush). We came within a flicker of the permanent collapse of the global economy. The War on Terror was in full roar, the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan were at their height, we had Dick Cheney as the cartoon supervillain before we had any of Trump’s cohort, and this was before Chelsea Manning or Edward Snowden had exposed the extent of NSA/CIA intelligence-gathering/American excesses or there was any kind of public debate around the fact that we were all surveilled all the time. And the fact that a brown guy named Barack Hussein Obama was elected in this climate seems, and still seems tbh, kind of amazing. And Obama was certainly not a Perfect President ™. He had to scale back a lot of planned initiatives, he is notorious for expanding the drone strike/extrajudicial assassination program, he still subscribed to the overall principles of neoliberalism and American exceptionalism, etc etc. There is valid criticism to be made as to how the hopey-changey optimistic rhetoric stacked up against the hard realities of political office. And yet…. at this point, given what we’re seeing from the White House on a daily basis, the depth of the parallel universe/double standards is absurd.
Because here’s the thing. Obama, his entire family, and his entire administration had to be personally/ethically flawless the whole time (and they managed that – not one scandal or arrest in eight years, against the legions of Trumpistas now being convicted) because of the absolute frothing depths of Republican hatred, racial conspiracy theories, and obstruction against him. (Remember Merrick Garland and how Mitch McConnell got away with that, and now we have Gorsuch and Kavanaugh on the Supreme Court? Because I remember that). If Obama had pulled one-tenth of the shit, one-twentieth of the shit that the Trump administration does every day, he would be gone. It also meant that people who only remember Obama think he was typical for an American president, and he wasn’t. Since about… Jimmy Carter, and definitely since Ronald Reagan, the American people have gone for the Trump model a lot more than the Obama model. Whatever your opinion on his politics or character, Obama was a constitutional law professor, a community activist, a neighborhood organizer and brilliant Ivy League intellectual who used to randomly lie awake at night thinking about income inequality. Americans don’t value intellectualism in their politicians; they just don’t. They don’t like thinking that ��the elites” are smarter than them. They like the folksy populist who seems fun to have a beer with, and Reagan/Bush Senior/Clinton/Bush Junior sold this persona as hard as they possibly could. As noted in said post, Bush Junior (or Shrub as the late, great Molly Ivins memorably dubbed him) was Trump Lite but from a long-established political family who could operate like an outwardly civilized human.
The point is: when you think Obama was relatively normal (which, again, he wasn’t, for any number of reasons) and not the outlier in a much larger pattern of catastrophic damage that has been accelerated since, again, the 1980s (oh Ronnie Raygun, how you lastingly fucked us!), you miss the overall context in which this, and which Trump, happened. Like most left-wingers, I don’t agree with Obama’s recent and baffling decision to insert himself into the 2020 race and warn the Democratic candidates against being too progressive or whatever he was on about. I think he was giving into the same fear that appears to be motivating the remaining chunk of Joe Biden’s support: that middle/working-class white America won’t go for anything too wild or that might sniff of Socialism, and that Uncle Joe, recalled fondly as said folksy populist and the internet’s favorite meme grandfather from his time as VP, could pick up the votes that went to Trump last time. And that by nature, no one else can.
The underlying belief is that these white voters just can’t support anything too “un-American,” and that by pushing too hard left, Democratic candidates risk handing Trump a second term. Again: I don’t agree and I think he was mistaken in saying it. But I also can’t say that Obama of all people doesn’t know exactly the strength of the political machine operating against the Democratic Party and the progressive agenda as a whole, because he ran headfirst into it for eight years. The fact that he managed to pass any of his legislative agenda, usually before the Tea Party became a thing in 2010, is because Democrats controlled the House and Senate for the first two years of his first term. He was not perfect, but it was clear that he really did care (just look up the pictures of him with kids). He installed smart, efficient, and scandal-free people to do jobs they were qualified for. He gave us Elena Kagan and Sonia Sotomayor to join RBG on the Supreme Court. All of this seems… like a dream.
That said: here we are in a place where Biden, Bernie Sanders, and Elizabeth Warren are the front-runners for the Democratic nomination (and apparently Pete Buttigieg is getting some airplay as a dark horse candidate, which… whatever). The appeal of Biden is discussed above, and he sure as hell is not my favored candidate (frankly, I wish he’d just quit). But Sanders and Warren are 85% - 95% similar in their policy platforms. The fact that Michael “50 Billion Dollar Fortune” Bloomberg started rattling his chains about running for president is because either a Sanders or Warren presidency terrifies the outrageously exploitative billionaire capitalist oligarchy that runs this country and has been allowed to proceed essentially however the fuck they like since… you guessed it, the 1980s, the era of voodoo economics, deregulation, and the free market above all. Warren just happens to be ten years younger than Sanders and female, and Sanders’ age is not insignificant. He’s 80 years old and just had a heart attack, and there’s still a year to go to the election. It’s also more than a little eye-rolling to describe him as the only progressive candidate in the race, when he’s an old white man (however much we like and approve of his policy positions). And here’s the thing, which I think is a big part of the reason why this polarized ideological purity internet leftist culture mistrusts Warren:
She may have changed her mind on things in the past.
Scary, right? I sound like I’m being facetious, but I’m not. An argument I had to read with my own two eyes on this godforsaken hellsite was that since Warren became a Democrat around the time Clinton signed Don’t Ask Don’t Tell, she sekritly hated gay people and might still be a corporate sellout, so on and etcetera. (And don’t even get me STARTED on the fact that DADT, coming a few years after the height of the AIDS crisis which was considered God’s Judgment of the Icky Gays, was the best Clinton could realistically hope to achieve, but this smacks of White Gay Syndrome anyway and that is a whole other kettle of fish.) Bernie has always demonstrably been a democratic socialist, and: good for him. I’m serious. But because there’s the chance that Warren might not have thought exactly as she does now at any point in her life, the hysterical and paranoid left-wing elements don’t trust that she might not still secretly do so. (Zomgz!) It’s the same element that’s feeding cancel culture and “wokeness.” Nobody can be allowed to have shifted or grown in their opinions or, like a functional, thoughtful, non-insane adult, changed their beliefs when presented with compelling evidence to the contrary. To the ideological hordes, any hint of uncertainty or past failure to completely toe the line is tantamount to heresy. Any evidence of any other belief except The Correct One means that this person is functionally as bad as Trump. And frankly, it’s only the Sanders supporters who, just as in 2016, are threatening to withhold their vote in the general election if their preferred candidate doesn’t win the primary, and indeed seem weirdly proud about it.
OK, boomer Bernie or Buster.
Here’s the thing, the thing, the thing: there is never going to be an American president free of the deeply toxic elements of American ideology. There just won’t be. This country has been built how it has for 250 years, and it’s not gonna change. You are never going to have, at least not in the current system, some dream candidate who gets up there and parrots the left-wing talking points and attacks American imperialism, exceptionalism, ravaging global capitalism, military and oil addiction, etc. They want to be elected as leader of a country that has deeply internalized and taken these things to heart for its entire existence, and most of them believe it to some degree themselves. So this groupthink white liberal mentality where the only acceptable candidate is this Perfect Non-Problematic robot who has only ever had one belief their entire lives and has never ever wavered in their devotion to doctrine has really gotten bad. The Democratic Party would be considered… maybe center/mild left in most other developed countries. It’s not even really left-wing by general standards, and Sanders and Warren are the only two candidates for the nomination who are even willing to go there and explicitly put out policy proposals that challenge the systematic structure of power, oppression, and exploitation of the late-stage capitalist 21st century. Warren has the billionaires fussed, and instead of backing down, she’s doubling down. That’s part of why they’re so scared of her. (And also misogyny, because the world is depressing like that.) She is going head-on after picking a fight with some of the worst people on the planet, who are actively killing the rest of us, and I don’t know about you, but I like that.
Of course: none of this will mean squat if she (or the eventual Democratic winner, who I will vote for regardless of who it is, but as you can probably tell, she’s my ride or die) don’t a) win the White House and then do as they promised on the campaign trail, and b) don’t have a Democratic House and Senate willing to have a backbone and pass the laws. Even Nancy Pelosi, much as she’s otherwise a badass, held off on opening a formal impeachment inquiry into Trump for months out of fear it would benefit him, until the Ukraine thing fell into everyone’s laps. The Democrats are really horrible at sticking together and voting the party line the way Republicans do consistently, because Democrats are big-tent people who like to think of themselves as accepting and tolerant of other views and unwilling to force their members’ hands. The Republicans have no such qualms (and indeed, judging by their enabling of Trump, have no qualms at all).
The modern American Republican party has become a vehicle for no-holds-barred power for rich white men at the expense of absolutely everything and everyone else, and if your rationale is that you can’t vote for the person opposing Donald Goddamn Trump is that you’re just not vibing with them on the language of that one policy proposal… well, I’m glad that you, White Middle Class Liberal, feel relatively safe that the consequences of that decision won’t affect you personally. Even if we’re due to be out of the Paris Climate Accords one day after the 2020 election, and the issue of climate change now has the most visibility it’s ever had after years of big-business, Republican-led efforts to deny and discredit the science, hey, Secret Corporate Shill, am I right? Can’t trust ‘er. Let’s go have a craft beer.
As has been said before: vote as far left as you want in the primary. Vote your ideology, vote whatever candidate you want, because the only way to make actual, real-world change is to do that. The huge, embedded, all-consuming and horrible system in which we operate is not just going to suddenly be run by fairy dust and happy thoughts overnight. Select candidates that reflect your values exactly, be as picky and ideologically militant as you want. That’s the time to do that! Then when it comes to the general election:
America is a two-party system. It sucks, but that’s the case. Third-party votes, or refraining from voting because “it doesn’t matter” are functionally useless at best and actively harmful at worst.
Either the Democratic candidate or Donald Trump will win the 2020 election.
There is absolutely no length that the Republican/GOP machine, and its malevolent allies elsewhere, will not go to in order to secure a Trump victory. None.
Any talk whatsoever about “progressive values” or any kind of liberal activism, coupled with a course of action that increases the possibility of a Trump victory, is hypocritical at best and actively malicious at worst.
This is why I found the Democratic response to Obama’s “don’t go too wild” comments interesting. Bernie doubled down on the fact that his plans have widespread public support, and he’s right. (Frankly, the fact that Sanders and Warren are polling at the top, and the fact that they’re politicians and would not be crafting these campaign messages if they didn’t know that they were being positively received, says plenty on its own). Warren cleverly highlighted and praised Obama’s accomplishments in office (i.e. the Affordable Care Act) and didn’t say squat about whether she agreed or disagreed with him, then went right back to campaigning about why billionaires suck. And some guy named Julian Castro basically blew Obama off and claimed that “any Democrat” could beat Trump in 2020, just by nature of existing and being non-insane.
This is very dangerous! Do not be Julian Castro!
As I said in my tags on the Bush post: everyone assumed that sensible people would vote for Kerry in 2004. Guess what happened? Yeah, he got Swift Boated. The race between Obama and McCain in 2008, even after those said nightmare years of Bush, was very close until the global crash broke it open in Obama’s favor, and Sarah Palin was an actual disqualifier for a politician being brazenly incompetent and unprepared. (Then again, she was a woman from a remote backwater state, not a billionaire businessman.) In 2012, we thought Corporate MormonBot Mitt Fuggin’ Romney was somehow the worst and most dangerous candidate the Republicans could offer. In 2016, up until Election Day itself, everyone assumed that HRC was a badly flawed candidate but would win anyway. And… we saw how that worked out. Complacency is literally deadly.
I was born when Reagan was still president. I’m just old enough to remember the efforts to impeach Clinton over forcing an intern to give him a BJ in the Oval Office (This led by the same Republicans making Donald Trump into a darling of the evangelical Christian right wing.) I’m definitely old enough to remember 9/11 and how America lost its mind after that, and I remember the Bush years. And, obviously, the contrast with Obama, the swing back toward Trump, and everything that has happened since. We can’t afford to do this again. We’re hanging by a thread as it is, and not just America, but the entire planet.
So yes. By all means, vote for Sanders in the primary. Then when November 3, 2020 rolls around, if you care about literally any of this at all, hold your nose if necessary and vote straight-ticket Democrat, from the president, to the House and Senate, to the state and local offices. I cannot put it more strongly than that.
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don’t feed it - it will come back
Pairing: Dabi x f!reader, Shoto Todoroki x reader
Warnings: 18+ only, smut, semi-public sex, quickie, tw:cheating, dabi identity spoilers, slight yandere!dabi?, AU where all events are the same except they happen when class 1A are Pros already so all characters are 21+, Dabi is not a villain yet.
A/N: title and lyrics by Hozier. Minors DNI.
Don't let it in with no intention to keep it, Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it, Honey, don't feed it, it will come back.
You smelled him before you saw him, seared flesh and ashes, expensive cologne to make up for the stench, the same perfume your boyfriend wore, and that you’d bought for Dabi so that Shoto couldn’t smell another man on you.
Dabi. Your addiction, your escape.
His mismatched lips were rough on yours. The staples that patched him together scratched your cheeks, grounding you to reality before you could get lost in your own head, too deep in that special space you shared with him.
“The hell you think you’re doing?”, you hissed, “I‘m on patrol. What if Deku saw?”
You looked around the dingy alley frantically, hoping that your colleague would be busy poking his nose somewhere else. Unfazed as usual, Dabi offered you a lopsided smile, pressing his body against yours, marred forearms resting at the sides of your head, trapping you between him and the wall.
“If he saw,” he hummed, “he’d go tell his little friend how much of a slut his girlfriend is.”
You considered unleashing your quirk and blasting him into the opposite wall just to wipe that smirk off his scarecrow face. Dabi saw it in your eyes, and offered you a more gentle smile, mellow words to placate the fire in you.
“You’ve been mean,” he whispered, something resembling a pout twisting his disfigured face, “Avoiding me and all.”
You snorted at his antics, shaking your head. “I’ve been busy, ‘s all. Hero work. Patrolling, y’know, what I should be doing now.”
He didn’t relent, unbothered by your reluctance. “I waited for you the other night. Two whole hours and you didn’t show up. Didn’t even warn me that you wouldn’t come.”
“Shoto surprised me with a date.”
“Well, I’m surprising you now.”
He sounded like a child throwing a tantrum while looking like a devil himself, a dangerous glint in his turquoise eyes, skin stretched thin over his teeth, staples barely holding him in one piece.
He leaned over you, slow and tantalizing, hot breath fanning over your face.
Seeing him like this never failed to make your brain go haywire, duties forgotten, loyalty buried too deep to even feel guilty anymore.
Just like that first night together, when all the expectations burdening your shoulders had seemed too heavy to carry. When the shoes you’d have to fill had looked too big for you. Daughter of heroes, strong quirk, the public’s favor, a loving boyfriend.
People would have killed to be in your place, and all you’d wanted to do that night was to be someone else, someone whose life was not set in stone the moment they were born.
It had felt like such a dirty secret, blending in with the crowds of civilians on a Friday night, in need to experience all the things that you’d missed on. Clubs and alcohol, dancing with every man or woman that would grind onto you, it had all seemed so bright and liberating.
Then you’d met Dabi, and a drunken conversation on something you couldn’t recall on the cramped dancefloor had ended up in a hook up in the restrooms.
You’d silently cried yourself to sleep that night while Shoto slept peacefully beside you, red and white hair tickling you as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck.
Your mistakes had only escalated from there, something like an avalanche waiting to crush you, and the man you’d sworn you’d never seen again was the one holding you in his arms in this very moment.
You knew better than to give in, but you still did despite it, parting your lips while boring your half lidded eyes in his, letting him swirl his tongue around yours, toying with the metal bar on it.
You felt your body flush while his hands roamed over you, groping and kneading your ass, your hips, your tits through the elastic material of your flashy Hero suit.
“I bet you missed me too,” he chuckled, palming you between your legs, the heel of his hand pressing against your clothed lips.
Heat pooling in your belly, you ground your pussy on him, trying to relieve some of the tension in your fluttering cunt.
“Eager, are you? Todoroki Shoto doesn’t fuck you like you need?”
You rolled your eyes, catching yourself before you could moan in his ear.
“He fucks me just fine,” you groaned, fisting his stained white t-shirt, “Just make this quick, I got places to be,” you snapped, slotting your hand between your bodies, palming his bulge through his slacks.
“Brat,” he huffed, stifling a laugh, “and if he did you wouldn’t be humping my hand like a bitch in heat.”
Another warning glare and Dabi rolled his eyes, mumbling something about your over sensitive ass. You pulled him in a kiss to shut him up before your temper got the best of you.
He felt so different from athletic, sturdy Shoto. Slouched shoulders, thin arms, ribs dangerously poking through his emaciated skin. So frail and weak that he couldn’t even lift you in his arms to fuck you against the wall.
Maybe spending your formative years around men like Kirishima and Bakugou, and dating Endeavor’s son himself, had fucked up your standards beyond repair, and maybe Dabi was just a normal civilian with a regular body.
Whatever the case, the thought of your boyfriend was gone as soon as it flashed through your mind, and you hastily began fumbling with the buckle of Dabi’s belt. With a click it snapped open, and you undid his fly, reaching under his boxers. You pumped his hard cock, twisting the velvety skin up and down, thumb teasing his slit. You knew how feral he got when your promise ring rattled with his piercings, so you made a show of it, feeling him throb in your grasp.
“Fuck,” he grunted, hips snapping to fuck himself with your fist.
Teeth clattering, rough hands, his breathy panting in your ear, the arousal pouring out of you. Even the fear of Midoriya catching you drove you more insane than it should have, your walls pulsing in anticipation.
Scarred hands undid your own utility belt, shoving your spandex leggings down your thighs, sliding in your cotton panties.
“So wet for me already, and I barely even touched you?” he gloated, bony fingers spreading your arousal around your folds before dipping in, knuckles deep in your warm cunt, “Sucking me in, hm? You like being touched like this, fucked like a whore, don’t you?”
His thumb roughly toyed with your clit while the rest of his fingers flexed inside you, stretching you out, preparing you for his cock.
“Fuck- God, fuck me already, I don’t have all day,” you grunted, biting his upper lip.
He rolled his eyes then, glaring at you. “You sure know how to set the mood right, koneko-chan.”
He twirled you around then, pushing you flush against the wall, a hand on your shoulder, the other pumping his cock.
Your eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when you felt his tip prod at your entrance.
“You’re not fucking me without a condom,” you hissed, wiggling in his hold, angling your hips away from his.
“Please, just this time, I promise I’ll make it good for you,” he pleaded, shamelessly rutting against your ass.
“No fucking way, get a condom or you’re not getting any.”
“C’mon, just this once, I missed you so much, I wanna feel you all, feel your pretty pussy on my cock, please,” he whined, his hard on between your spread cheeks, “You should make it up to me anyways, y’know, for ghosting me, leaving me alone all night, waitin’ on ya. Wasn’t nice of you.”
You knew that when the blood drained from his brain and travelled to his cock, Dabi wasn’t his smartest. And you had to admit that you were curious to feel the piercings scattered on his dick pressing inside your cunt, eager to know if they really felt as good as he claimed they would.
But you knew better than to give in. Some risks just weren’t worth taking, and some things were better reserved in the intimacy between you and Shoto in some twisted, sick loyalty that you couldn’t bring yourself to breach.
“You’re not getting inside me without a condom, God only knows where you’ve been before,” you scoffed, tugging his hair to unlatch his leathery lips from your neck before he could leave a mark of his existence on you.
The smell of smoke, ash, and seared flesh you could explain. You made that work, somehow. You doubted that your boyfriend, as oblivious, trusting and lovestruck as he was, would mistake love bites for anything else, though.
“Less places than you have for sure, koneko-chan,” he snickered, trailing open mouthed kisses below your jaw, nipping your soft skin between his teeth, “The ladies aren’t lining up to get a taste of me, believe it or not.”
“Jee, I wonder why,” you deadpanned.
“You talk a lot of shit for someone who hops on my dick like it’s her job.”
“Shut the fuck up, Dabi-chan,” you laughed, no bite to your bark.
You were getting antsy with his insistence and with the prospect of Midoriya walking in on you getting railed like a cock drunk whore behind a dumpster by a sketchy guy while you should have been patrolling instead.
Not very heroic of you.
He relented then, and you heard the distinct crunching sound of foil being ripped open.
He rolled the condom down his length, and you bent over, forearms against the rough surface of the wall while he angled your ass and kicked your legs open wider.
“Just sayin’, you’re missing out on me.”
You couldn’t hold the moan that erupted out of you when he snapped his hips, slanting his cock inside your soaked cunt. Your walls sucked him in, stretching around his girth.
You were so pent up and aroused that you almost came at the feeling of him sheathing himself in you, filling you up to the brim. He gave a few tentative thrusts before setting a faster pace, sliding his cock in and out of you.
Your mewls and whimpers and the sound of his balls slapping your ass reverberated in the alley.
You knew that if anyone saw you, your career would be over. The media would have a field trip, and Endeavor would lay down his life to make sure you’d be shunned from society.
And fuck, if the risk didn’t make you clench on Dabi’s dick.
You could feel a bruise form on your tailbone where he gripped you, and a few scratches and shallow cuts on the back of your thighs where his belt dug into your soft flesh.
“Fuck, your pussy is so good, you fuckin’ slut,” he moaned, hand reaching between your legs to play with your swollen clit, “You love my cock, don’t you? You whore, you love being fucked like the bitch you are, hm?”
You gritted your teeth, nails digging into his scalp as you held onto his head, arching your back so his cock could hit deeper inside you, onto that spongy crevice that made pressure built fast and steady in your core.
“And you like being my toy, my pathetic little plaything at my beck and call, don’t you?”
He didn’t answer, clenching his jaw as he kept pounding into you, lips enveloping yours in a bruising kiss.
Sticky webs of drool covered your faces, mixing in with the blood that streamed down his face where the staples couldn’t hold him in place.
“I’m close, I’m so close, fuck-, go faster, yes, right there,” you moaned, feeling the knot in your lower belly get tighter with each drag of his cock against your walls.
“I-, I’m right here with you, babe, just let go, come on my cock, show me how good I make you feel. Fuck, show me he doesn’t fuck this pussy as good as I do, you were-, God, you were made for me-“
His rambling turned into low static to you while jolts of electricity travelled through your body, jerking your limbs as he continued fucking you through your high until he too came, chanting your name like a prayer.
You were the first to move away, wincing as his cock slipped out of your cunt.
Mind buzzing, you barely looked at him, hurriedly pulling your suit back on, adjusting the belt on your waist while Dabi tucked himself in, the small, blissed out smile gracing his handsome face soon twisting in something pained and darker when you scurried away without sparing him a second glance.
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The low buzz of ambient music filled your apartment as you stepped in, and a pang of guilt stabbed your heart when you noticed the candles scattered around.
Shoto was on you as soon as you shut the door, a rare, gentle smile on his pretty round face, telling you about the improvised self care night he’d put together for the both of you.
He pressed a kiss to your lips, grimacing at the lingering taste of smoke on you.
“I know smoking helps you decompress, love. But maybe you could switch to electronic?” he asked, hopeful. You knew he hated the idea of you damaging your health as much as he despised the taste and smell of cigarettes.
The concern made your heart jump in your stomach, and when you grazed into his eyes, his turquoise eye, you almost startled yourself at the similarity of someone else’s.
Guilt was really playing tricks on your mind.
You pecked his cheek, reciprocating his smile.
“You’re right,” you sighed, hoping he wouldn’t notice the bitterness in your words, “Know what? I’ll try stopping smoking altogether for you, hm?”
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Perched on the fire escape of the building facing yours, Dabi watched his little brother hold you tenderly, swaying you around in a clumsy dance.
He crushed the cigarette under his shoe, and rose to his feet, bile rising in his throat.
He willed himself to be patient, knowing that one day, when he’d burn down the world, he’ll be the one you’ll be dancing with through the flames.
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Omg, this is my first time writing for a bnha character and I hope I did okay! Please let me know what you think of this! Your comments are what keeps me alive ❤️🥺
#bnha x reader#dabi x reader#todoroki x reader#bnha#bnha smut#dabi smut#bnha x you#yandere dabi#yandere x reader
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Prompt List— fluff, hurt/comfort
Note- I’ve always wanted to make one of these to use for choices fanfiction, so please feel free to use prompts or send them to me (I’ll write Open Heart pairings)!! Also, feel free to reblog. I’m tagging this as choices for fanfiction purposes.
Can be used for any fandom!
1. “Be careful.”
2. “I’ll take care of you.”
3. “Where does it hurt?”
4. “Are you okay?”
5. “Please don’t leave me.”
6. “I’m scared.”
7. “I‘m worried about you.”
8. “I love you.”
9. “You’re my favorite person.”
10. “Carry me?”
11. “You look adorable.”
12. “Your face is too cute for its own good.”
13. “Are you hurt?”
14. “You’re burning up.”
15. “I feel terrible.”
16. “Have you eaten?”
17. “What can I get you?”
18. “Anything your heart desires.”
19. “Call me when you get there.”
20. “I miss you.”
21. “I feel sick.”
22. “Can you help me?”
23. “I need you.”
24. “Help.”
25. “Do you need a ride?”
26. “How do you feel?”
27. “I know it’s/they’re your favorite.”
28. “You know me too well.”
29. “Did you just read my mind?”
30. “You smell good.”
31. “You look nice.”
32. “You’re beautiful.”
33. “You’re entirely too handsome/beautiful/cute.”
34. “Why do you look like you’re up to something?”
35. “Surprise!”
36. “Make me.”
37. “Please don’t leave me.”
38. “I’ve got you.”
39. “I won’t leave you.”
40. “Everything’s going to be okay.”
41. “Just breathe.”
42. “Focus on me.”
43. “I really want to kiss you right now.”
44. “Can I have a hug?”
45. “You’re cuddly.”
46. “Hold me.”
47. “Did we just say the same thing at the same time?”
48. “I’m a little drunk right now.”
49. “I’ll take you home.”
50. “Wear my jacket/coat/sweater.”
51. “Where are your pants?”
52. “Are you showing off for me?”
53. “Snuggle. Now.”
54. “Surprise!”
55. “Don’t ever think less of yourself.”
56. “I know it’s not your birthday or anything, but I got you a present.”
57. “I really need someone to talk to right now.”
58. “I don’t want to talk about it right now.”
59. “Do you need a shoulder to cry on?”
60. “It’s not/it wasn’t your fault.”
61. “I tried to make breakfast/dinner, but that backfired.“
62. “Would you like to dance?”
63. “We make a good team.”
64. “I can’t do this without you.”
65. “You spoil me.”
66. “Anything your heart desires.”
67. “I’ll protect you.”
68. “Are you telling me you’re an adult who’s still afraid of....?”
69. “I can give you a massage.”
70. “Get some rest.”
71. “I almost lost you.”
72. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
73. “You love me.”
74. “You make me feel loved.”
75. “You’re the only person I’d do this for.”
#open heart#choices: open heart#choices#choices fanfiction#writing prompt#dialogue prompt#prompt list#prompts#writer#fanfiction#story prompts#dialogue ideas#writing prompts#this is a lot of damn tags#fluff#hurt/comfort#creative writing#dialogue#playchoices#choices: stories you play
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heroforge hoes pt 2
this was really cathartic last time. I’m doing a shorter one now - miscellaneous guys + dimension 20 sidequest guys.
anyway, same deal, these are guys I made in heroforge and will take absolutely no criticism on, not a joke, i am sealing them away in the vault of widespread perception so I can stop obsessively editing them, so please do not correct/point out flaws no matter how well-meaning. i‘m doing this series for my mental health, not to be an artist.
as always, heroforge is a great service, when i bitch about them not having something it is with the greatest love and the understanding that it is a free service with no ads and limited staff, and also, as always, i will bring up the 21 kinds of eyebrow scars you can apply. you can hold both of these things in your hands at the same time.
links and screenshots. if the links broken and you wanna see a guy dm me
Athena Parthenos - this is specifically the iteration of athena represented by the giant ass statue that used to be in the parthenon but got looted by romans. yes i was a percy jackson kid. no this is not based in pjo/hoo canon. it is based on the nashville recreation of the parthenon and the athena parthenos inside it.
i couldn’t exactly put a smaller statue of nike on her hand so I went w the “summoned fairy” thing. they do give you the fuckin AEGIS with the gorgon face in it which is dope. it’s supposed to be leaning up against her and then she holds the spear straight up and down by her side, but I think I got pretty close. there’s also supposed to be a snake chilling by her side which is cool but no snake familiar :/ her dress is supposed to be just straight skirt right down to the ankles, but all the skirts they have are like weirdly puffy for the specific aesthetic we lookin for. I was very exited to make “the grey-eyed goddess” tho I love her.
i also took a shot at medusa. no option for snake hair (very understandable) but I did make her a naga!
the copper is only there for flavor bc no scale decals except for coral snake bands. this was the snakiest hair i could find and then put these two hat things that are squiggly and look snake-ish so it looks more alive. I think its a pretty good look. she’s a little fluorescent but this was before i really figured out the advanced levels of the coloration system. it still looks cool. also like i have always wondered exactly what medusa wears. she can’t go shopping, she can’t take clothes off of her victims bc they’ve been turned to stone. big brain take is that she’s naked but I figured since heroforge has like, a MILLION options to have ragged/dirty/torn clothes I’d use one of em. maybe the sails of the dead hero’s ship? that’s pretty metal.
I tried to think of what undertale character I could reasonably make (i did make sans but it was stupid easy and i don’t want to unleash him onto the universe) and the only other one I could imagine turning out well would be grillby, who I’ve always had a soft spot for
he is perfect. no complaints. 10/10 I love him.
I did stevonnie (riding “lion” (a pink warg)) from steven universe before I realized that the gem placement situation was going to be difficult with literally almost every character and decided to stop going down that particular road. I still think they look ok though. if you have Opinions about steven universe, don’t put them here. i do not care.
i reiterate: hf, let people hang onto the animals they are riding. pls.
also body hair decals would be great. i wanna give people leg hair!
ok onto d20 sidequest characters. ‘why only side-” its bc i have so many more for main quests i will have to split them up by arc
so. for tiny heist the only one I could really envision in hf was agnes (no cars, no legos clickos, bugs but not hercules beetles, if i can’t put bean in a full banana peel w a Q-tip is it even worth it, ti-83 maybe but the sized-up greebling wouldn’t really work)
so
agnes
so, you may ask, “thepringlesofblood, why is she in a wheelchair? that wasn’t in the campaign.”
so many things. this one was. hell. so, *mega spoilers for tiny heist* this is agnes near the end of her life, when she starts needing more support. i was going to do her in the hospital but idk if there’d be a hospital gown situation and i’m not about that *spoilers end*
so why did i make this wild creative choice?
this is what she looks like standing up
WHAT THE FUCK IS UP, HEROFORGE?
so in her official art, she has these iconic pink leopard-print leggings. and the only way I’d be able to do that is to make the leggings her actual legs, since you can’t put decals on clothes, but you can put them on bodies. so I gave her the “rosettes” decal and colored her legs pink. I figured I’d just make her lower half/legs slightly larger but. it didn’t work. the. the problem is the thigh gap. for me. itss. so big. and this is as thick as I could get her while still looking remotely proportional, bc the knees stay the same. the knees do not get bigger.
so whenever. you add weight. to the legs. it only makes the thighs and calves bigger. which is not how bodies work
i just. idk. why. its so hard to make fat people without making balloon animals, and i wasn’t even trying to make a fat person. in the official art agnes is fairly thin, with slightly thicker legs. i was just trying to make the legs a bit bigger to make up for the pants not being therebut. fuck. it don’t work.
the non-wheelchair options for sitting are barrel, rock, cargo crate, floor, and rough wooden chair, and she deserves something classier.
ok. to make up for dunking on hf so much for their body proportion issues, I will do 2 sincere compliments.
their wheelchair options are pretty solid. there’s “modern” “fantasy town” and “fantasy battle” and you can add/subtract handles and change the wheels. items equipped on the side don’t just clip through the chair, they get attached beneath the armrest. I’m not a wheelchair user so I’m no expert but it was refreshing at least.
the cigarette. so. what I did was i colored the end with fire, then put a decal of gray dustiness over is, so you can see the glow coming through it without it being really bright. it looks dope. that’s cool. thank u hf.
one surprising thing: there’s no basic “fairy” or “pixie” race. there’s a myriad of goblins, including “fairytale goblin” which is the skeleton i started from, but still. weird. plenty of fun wing options tho props.
also the big thing of powder is supposed to be fairydust - she needs some extra now that she’s getting older. or maybe rick’s been around. that color is one I basically created myself, I’m very proud of it.
finally we got lars vandenchomp from mice and murder
important note: how stupid they look is a feature, not a bug
so. they’re almost the only m&m pc i can do due to the varied furry natures of the characters (though hf is very accommodating to the furry community, they do not in fact have raccoons, owls, weasels, or pigs). I could do sylvester, they have a fox race, but after I made lars and gave them a lil fox familiar as a nod to sylvester I was like hmmmm nahhhh that’s sylvester now. hf’s “dog person” is VERY similar to lars’ doberman pinscher appearance and it worked out really well!
one thing that always bugged me w the official art for lars is that ally describes lars as wearing “a bright pink tuxedo” as like. one of their very first descriptors. and the official d20 art is like “ok we have an aesthetic going tho let’s tone it down to a gentle lavender” but that is just not the image i had in my head so I decided to restore them to their proper glory.
the main reason they’re leaping is bc when I did that pose the fox automatically changed into this caramelldansen-looking pose and that was too cute and too hilariously incongruous with sylvester’s character to pass up.
I also did garthy o’brien (who is in pirates of leviathan, a sidequest) but this post is long enough so I’ll do them on what will probably be a 2 part fantasy high post. also that’s where they originate from so it makes more sense.
ok. that’s enough for now. these creations are complete. i send them off into the vast panopticon of the internet. the ocd demon in me is slightly sated.
#cw mental illness#cw ocd#d20#dimension 20#grillby#undertale#stevonnie#you can use these if you want to#i have 0 opinion on the matter#tiny heist#mice and murder#heroforge#original post
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false god - kevaaron au pt 5
long time no see because i was in a writing block and that sucks but i‘m back and ready to break our hearts <33 thanks to argyro for helping me figuring out what happens here
i listened to false god by taylor swift cuz the angst??? love it!!! anygays this is from kevin‘s pov, i hope it makes sense and i hope you like it <33 stay safe, drink some water and always remember only racists, trump supporters, transphobes and homophobes skip meals!!
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Aaron wasn‘t gone for too long when Kevin‘s phone rang
He didn‘t have the energy to pick it up, just to stare it down as if some kind of magic or his sheer will power would make it stop, let him be alone with his thoughts
But obviously that didn‘t work, it never did
The phone kept ringing, slowly driving the striker mad, slowly taking his sanity.
It would be the fifth or sixth missed call that would make him get up to answer the phone
„KEVIN HI NICKY HERE, LISTEN I TRIED TO CALL YOU FOR THE PAST HALF HOUR OR SO BUT AARON‘S IN THE HOSPITAL AND I CAN‘T GET THERE UNTIL LIKE TOMORROW AND ANDREW DOESN‘T ANSWER HIS PHONE EITHER AND HE WOULD TAKE LIKE HOURS TO GET THERE AS WELL CAN YOU PLEASE GO TO HIM SO HE DOESN‘T HAVE TO BE ALONE I DON‘T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED PLEASE, KEVIN I NEVER ASKED FOR ANYTHING FROM YOU PLEASE JUST GO AND MAKE SURE MY SON IS OKAY“
„Nicky? Hi to you too. You do realize he isn‘t my responsibility and that he broke up with me and that I don‘t really have to go there. I don‘t own him shit. He made my life miserable. He probably deserves whatever happened to him“ was what Kevin wanted to answer, was probably what he was supposed to say. But deep down he knew it was not true, that Aaron never ruined his life. Made it better, made it it bareable. Made it worth living, not just existing. Made it more than Exy and Vodka.
After a few moments of silence that felt like an enterinity Kevin settled for a simple: „Which hospital?“
„OH DIO MIO GRACIAS, MUCHAS GRACIAS. ESTÁ EN EL CHICAGO HOSPITAL“, Nicky replied in Spanish. Something the Latino only did when he was either very emotional, very drunk, very angry or all at once.
Kevin didn‘t have it in him to tell Nicky that he still did not speak Spanish, he understood the hospital and that was enough. For now.
„I‘m on my way, call you later and Nicky? He‘s going to be fine. It‘s not your fault. You‘re a great mother to them, the best I‘ve ever had the pleasure to meet. Now calm down, go to Erik and take a nap. You don‘t have to come, he‘s with us. We got this. Do you want to talk to Jeremy while I go to check up on Aaron?“
„Sí“, was all Nicky had to say. Voice thick with tears.
„JER CAN YOU TALK TO NICKY AARON‘S IN THE HOSPITAL I‘M GOING THERE“, Kevin shouted into the flat.
„Absoloutly“, Jeremy replied and took the phone from Kevin.
„Mi corazón, escúchame“, was the last thing Kevin heard as it hit him. Aaron was in the hospital. Right after Kevin refused to listen to him, right after Kevin refused to let him explain himself. It was Kevin‘s fault. If Aaron died, he would have killed him. He was basically a murderer. His breathing came out uneven, his lungs didn‘t get enough air. He knew that he needed to breathe, but breathing was hard and he was weak.
Jean noticed Kevin having a panic attack when he came to check up on him. „Day, listen to me. Breathe. In... And out... In.... And out... In... And out“
Kevin‘s breathing got better, slowly but steadily.
„It‘s my fault“, the striker whispered.
„It‘s not, Kevin. It is not your fault. If you don‘t want to go there, you don‘t have to. He is not your responsibility“
„Hypothetically if Jeremy was to break up with you and you‘re hurt and sad and blame him for your misery when it‘s more the lack of him that makes you feel that way and his sister or brother or mother or whoever would call you and hysterically asked you to go look after him cause his family is stuck on another continent and the only other person who could call refuses to take the phone cause they‘re too busy doing their boyfriend, would you not go cause he is not your responsibility anymore? Because Aaron is my Jeremy. Just like Jer saved your life and made you see that live is indeed worth living, Aaron showed me the same“
„I don‘t think I would surive Jeremy leaving me, you‘ve always been stronger than me. Should I give you a ride?“, Jean whispered.
„It‘s not a thing of strenght Jean, it‘s an addiction. It used to be alcohol that made me forget, made me feel light and free and carefree. I drank and drank until I couldn‘t live without it anymore. And then I met Aaron, I tasted him, I smelled him and he chose me. Me? What did I have to offer him? A boy broken and raised by Exy. All I can offer is Exy. Nothing more. Until he made me see that it was wrong, that I am more than that. And he might have broken my heart and yes I might still love him even though he will never feel the same but I cannot not go there. I have to. I have to be there for them, the way he was always there for me“
„Get your things, we‘re going to the hospital“, Jean replied, unable to put his emotions into words.
So Jean and Kevin left for the hospital while Jeremy tried to calm Nicky down with softly whispered Spanish words.
As they arrived at the hospital Kevin stormed in there.
„Aaron Minyard“, was all he was able to say. Too many memories were connected with hospitals. Too many memories he would much rather just forget.
„Name?“, the nurse said in a bored tone.
Kevin just put a finger on his cheek.
„Kevin Day? I can‘t let you to him, only family and spouses“
„What if I sign something, we take a nice selfie and you tell me where he is. You see I‘m basically family. I‘m the closest and the others can‘t be here until at least tomorrow evening and we don‘t want the poor guy to be all alone and confused, do we?“, Kevin said with his press smile and shining eyes. He knew the charme he had on females. It was just not useful for him as he never really was into that. He never was into anyone but Aaron, to be fair.
„I could lose my job for that“, the nurse replied, her eyes wandering from his eyes to his lips and up again.
„I‘m sure I can offer you something that will you let me to go see him“, Kevin replied with a wink, being disgusted by himself that he even thought about all the possiblities this woman could ask him to do with her.
„Room 21, second floor, station E. You clearly care about him, if anyone asks it wasn‘t me“, she smiled at him. „Besides I always liked Moreau more, I‘m sure we can think of something to do while you are with the boy“
„Sorry“, Kevin whispered to Jean as he ran down the aisle trying to figure out where Aaron was.
The hostpital was a mess of busy nurses and angry doctors, but nothing could stop a determinded Kevin Day. No one. Not even Andrew Minyard.
After what felt like forever he made it to the room, kicked the door open and walked with three long strides to Aaron.
„You fucking idiot, what have you done?“, he whisper-shouted, holding back tears while taking in Aaron‘s sorry state.
„I don‘t need your fucking pity“, Aaron replied, exhausted.
„Did you tell them you can‘t have morphine? Because you might relapse, i mean you already did but we don‘t want it to get worse. And this is not pity, this is Nicky yelling at me in Spanish cause you‘re in the hospital and he‘s in Germany and I‘m the closest to you and he does not want his son to be alone“
„Andrew didn‘t care to come, did he?“, Aaron whispered into his pillow.
„Andrew does care about you he‘s just shit at showing it, that fucking asshole“, Kevin replied softly. „C‘mon what have you done Minyard?“
„Car accident, not that it‘s any of your fucking business“
„How are you?“
„Fucking great, I should let a truck drive into me more often. Very freeing. Very calming“, Aaron said sarcastically, avoiding Kevin‘s eyes.
„A truck. Drove into you?“, shock made Kevin‘s Irish accent stronger.
„Not that you would care“, Aaron‘s voice was barely more than a whisper as he turned around, back to Kevin.
„Aaron first of all I can see you naked ass and not that I wouldn‘t mind the view and I‘ve seen it often enough but the nurses don‘t have to see that too. And secondly of course I care. I always did. Always will“
Blushing Aaron turned back towards Kevin.
„Why wouldn‘t you listen to me if you care so much? You‘re exactly like like Andrew, you guys only ever care when I‘m about to die or do something that doesn‘t sit right with you. Never about me as a person. The conecept about me maybe, but me? Me as a person? No one cares about that“
„You are Aaron Minyard. Born on the 4th of November, 8:31:45 am. You grew up in California in the house next to Nicky. Nicky and you were always close and you didn‘t have many friends because of your mom. Your mom might have abused her and I might hate her for that but you still love her and I get that because on some fucked up level I still care about Riko. You are allergic to cats, peanuts and house dust. You have a freckle right on your right hip, under your navel, from under your left eye over to the nose to the corner of your right eye. You like it when you are hold when you can‘t sleep but you hate showing affection in public. You were 13 when you started exy, because it gave you an escape, but you had to stop because the bruises from your mother‘s beating got to obvious. So you started getting into medicine. You borrowed every single book on medicine you could find and read it at night, always hidden from your mom. You had to have straight As or the beatings would be worse. Your mom did go out to have ice cream with you when it was especially bad. That‘s why you hate ice cream so much, especially vanillia because it was her favourite. Your secret hobby is skating. You feel free when you do it. You want to live at the coast, but not close to Cali, never back to Cali. You want Andrew to notice you and you hate how easily he let Neil in because obviously deserve it more and I get that. You tried drugs to escape, to see what was the appeal. Your uncle never helped you but he brainwashed you into believing he did. You grew up very religous and in an extraordinary homophobic household, you watched your cousin and only friend getting shipped away because he was different, not right, so you confinced yourself you were different. Heterosexual. When in reality you knew since you were 15 that you preferred guys. You liked girls as well. At least you thought but it‘s so much more complicated. Actually it isn‘t. You‘re asexual, you do however like the feeling of sex. You think the process is disgusting, but you still like the feeling. It has to be the right person though. It doesn‘t matter wether it‘s a boy or a girl or something else entierly, all that matters are the feelings the person makes you feel. It took you years to accept that you are not wrong, that you wouldn‘t have to go away like Nicky. You apologized to Nicky. You thought you had to be against their relationships, because that‘s what they made you believe. Old habits die hard. But you got over it and I am very proud of you. You sleep with a teddybear or with another person that cuddles you because the thought of being alone scares the living crap out of you. Your favourite flowers are sunflowers because yellow is a happy color. You hate sweets, you prefer salty snacks. You prefer coffee black, like your sould. You use sarcasm and humor as your coping mechanism. You stole my history books because you love history as well. You also love art but you don‘t think you are good enought to become an artist. You would love to work at Jean‘s studio but you are afraid to ask. You and Jean used to be friends but you cut him off and isolated yourself because your anxities and insecurities took over you again. Sometimes you have depressive episodes, in these you crave drugs more than normally. You want to stop it, you really do but somehow your brain tries to tell you you need it. You would love to have five dogs. An Irish Red Setter, an Irish Wolfhound, a poodle a big one though, a labrador and a golden retriever. You also want to adopt at least two kids. You don‘t want any child to go through what you had to go through or Andrew. So don‘t you dare tell me I never cared for you. Because I do. I listen when you tell me things. I remember every single time you came to me, black out drunk, crying and telling me you‘re worthless. Because every single time I wanted to tell you you aren‘t. You are a wonderful human being and I don‘t understand why I wasn‘t enough for you to stay but I will not let you tell me I never cared about you. Because that‘s some fucking bullshit“
Kevin didn‘t even notice the tears running down his cheeks. It‘s been a while since he was that emotional, since he let his walls down and dared to show emotions.
„You really did listen“, was all Aaron had to say.
„Why wasn‘t I enough for you?“, Kevin replied, voice thick of tears, Irish accent strong.
#all for the game#the foxhole court#the raven king#the king’s men#kevin day#aaron minyard#ship: kevaaron#kevaaron
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I was tagged by the lovely
@madoddthings
1. Name: Leslie
2. Gender: A Woman
3. Star sign: Aquarius sun and moon!
4. Height: Five one and a half
5. Time: right now? 1:37
6. Birthday: February 12th sometime in the 80s
7. Favorite band: Pearl Jam I can go years without listening to them but nothing hits me like they do. Seeing them live is the best feeling in the world.
8. Favorite Artist: I dunno I guess Marina?
9. Song stuck in my head currently: Misery Business there was a post and it just came on spotify
10. Last movie you watched: No idea! I used to be a movie bitch but now I’m a TV bitch who has no attention span to actually watch TV Maybe Booksmart?
11. Last Series: BRIDGERTON
12: Blog age: I lurked for a few years just looking at the pretty gifs but in July 2013 something compelled me to actually create an account so I could leave little hearts. Four months later I re-blogged my first Sleep Hollow/Ichabbie gifset and the rest is me being fandom trash history. so 7 and a half years old
13. Content: I have no idea. This is just me being my most authentic self. Mostly re-blogs of thinks I like, love or am obsessed with. Plus a bit of politics and news. If you can’t stand my faves I don’t know how you could survive following me.
14: Last google: My hairdresser’s phone number
15. Side blogs: Yep! I finally gave in to my greatest desire and started a blog for all the Sami Zayn/Kevin Owens / El Generico/Kevin Steen content @thesamiandkevinshow I know it seems impossible but I was really restraining myself on here even though you guys probably couldn’t tell. My mutual was giving away the username and I just had to have it :)
16. Do you get asks: not really if I re-blog a list of questions a mutual will usually send one :)
17. URL Meaning: It was my livejournal username Lila (a name I liked better than mine at the time also the name of a character on General Hospital and Violet is a great song from my second favorite band Hole
18. Following: 228 I’m really picky if I follow you I think you’re a chill person I’d be friends with and/or your content is too good to miss.
19. Followers: 520 which is completely insane! I don’t know which of my many varied interests made you click that follow button but I hope my nonsense isn’t too annoying :) I’m ruthless about blocking bots I don’t know why. I worry I’ve blocked real people by accident tbh.
20. Average sleep hours: Sleep? I don’t know her! 4 hours is my usual but then I gotta take a long ass nap. I live on coffee.
21: Lucky number: I don’t really have any... maybe 7,8 and 21
22: Instruments: I have no talent I begged my parents for a bass guitar when I was 10 because it seemed like every band I was listening to had an awesome female bass player and I wanted to be one too! I have a medical condition with my hands that really should have stopped me or at least my parents from spending all that money :(
23. Clothes: Comfy and cozy. If I can get away with pajamas while lounging at home I do. I have a weird obsession with gray my friends have to physically stop me when we’re out shopping because I’m just drawn to it. There’s so many shades! It goes with everything. I don’t love black or white so gray is my neutral. I like solids and stripes. I own too may fandom shirts but I bagged my old wrestling tees and put them away, I only have like 7 currently in my rotation not counting my over sized Sami shirts I sleep in.
24. Dream job: Wrestling valet. I wanted to be (and kind of still do) Miss Elizabeth but with a big dash of Sensational Sherri. Like Miss Elizabeth just stood around but Sherri got physical with the guys and took bumps when the story called for it and I liked that. I wouldn’t want to be a full time wrestler because I’m not about pain, but bitch let me manage somebody male or female. Now it’s such an unpopular opinion everyone wants every girl to wrestle and I’m like bring back managers, valets, wives and girlfriends. Not very woman is so dedicated that she’s willing to break her neck or get that banged up. I can’t be the only one with this opinion lol.
25. Dream Trip: That’ll actually happen San Miguel’s Portugal. Dream that’ll never happen South Korea, Taiwan and Japan no one would go with me, but I‘ve dreamed of it since 2007.
26. Favorite Food: Junk food. Anything cooked in garlic. If I go out to eat Shrimp Mozambique I’ll settle for chicken Mozambique but it’s not the same. So spicy and flavorful great now I want to go eat some I don’t think anyone delivers it :(
27. Nationality?: I consider myself 100% American I was born here, as fucked up as this country is it’s my home. But if the Fascists take over I‘m praying Portugal will take pity on me. I’m eligible for citizenship I should have applied during The Bush Administration like my little cousin did but I was an optimist... I’m a dumb bitch.
28. Favorite Song: This Week? Don’t Go Away by Oasis
29. Last book: That I read ? I was going to be like it’s all fan fic for this bitch but I read the latest Amanda Quick novel and am patiently waiting for the next one!
I’d love everyone who sees this to do it. I’m shy with tagging people but for real if you follow me and want to do this tag me I’d love to see your answers!
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JUSTICE FOR JESUS — Misconceptions & Prejudices about the Faith in the Biblical Jesus Christ.
INTRO
Jesus put it on my heart to write about one of the main factors that keep people away from Him nowadays and I feel qualified to do that since I was in exactly that peer group before Christ knocked on my door (the second time) and showered me with His Love. As some maybe have read in my first testimony, at first I had violently pushed Him away (and I was extremely rude, I remember how I sent a ten minutes audio voice message to a friend [i mean, who does that...??], and philosophized about how the God of the Bible could be the Devil Himself and that maybe it‘s a trap for the weak people who need Religion to cope in this life; looking back that was just entirely bonkers and also very wrong, and now that I know Jesus, I am ashamed that I‘ve ever thought something evil like this, but gladly He has a heart probably bigger than the Universe itself and will always forgive)
Then came Peter to him, and said, Lord, how oft shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? till seven times? Jesus saith unto him, I say not unto thee, Until seven times: but, Until seventy times seven. — Matthew 18:21-22
and among all the outrageously horrible things I‘ve done in my life, this was probably the most bad error ever. God thought that by now I sure was humble enough to be approached (you know after my Mama died, I‘ve had 2 strokes, I‘ve been in a terribly traumatic violent relationship for over 2 years, I‘ve lost my apartment and almost lost my mind as well clearing out the apartment, was homeless for several months and received multiple thousands of Euros debts in my name because of the situation that was going on in my living community and with my Ex, people who have been following this blog know what I am talking about) but I was sooooo stubborn and DUMB. and not humble at all. I‘ve thought I had all the answers because „Spirituality“ is so much better than „Religion“ and because esoteric and occult knowledge is the Truth and that I would be „enlightened“ someday when I just kept „working“ to „spiritually grow“, meditate, doing divination about „my soul“ and my „past lives“ and „my future“, and „manifest“ my life however I wanted it to be.
A month after I‘ve pushed Jesus away and blasphemed His intentions, well, I was laying on my (new apartment) floor, having the worst seizure one can imagine, my brain was flooded in blood, the pressure and pain on me was extreme, my whole body clenched, the paramedics spoke to me very alarmed and dramatically, and I could hear and understand them but I was entirely paralyzed within my body, I could not speak, I could not move, I sweated so hard that my entire clothes were soaked from only 20 minutes of laying there, then I‘ve had to vomit twice, almost drifted off to unconsciousness, was freezing cold, got transported as fast as possible to the hospital... had a 6 hour brain surgery, was in a coma for 2-3 days and when I woke up I‘ve lived through almost an entire month of hospital „terror“ (I am very sure that I‘ve had something like an almost-psychosis in the first 2 weeks because really weird things happened in my mind back then that I cannot even explain) and it was already the Covid-19 panic, so I was literally alone all day, every day until I was stabilized and was allowed to leave the hospital at the end of April.
I‘m not saying that God punished me, not at all. But what He indeed does is disciplining the ones that He has chosen to be His child, just like an actual Father has to sometimes discipline his child for the sake of proper parenting. When I was stubborn and pushed Jesus away, Satan had legitimate authority to do whatever he wanted, except that I die. We see a similar situation in the book of Job 1:6-12
After I got home, I was still in horrible shape, I could barely walk (I‘ve used a rollator and later on I‘ve used crutches), I‘ve had a bad headache pretty much all the time (I still do, not all of the time, but very often), I‘ve done my daily rehab until first week of July, and now I am on weekly rehab. People would say I‘ve had enormous „luck“ or a „guardian angel“ but I know now that it was God who protected me. He needed to make sure that I meet Jesus AND accept Him before I truly die because death without Jesus means death eternal.
And so, Jesus approached me another time and I‘ve wrestled with Him and I‘ve almost pushed Him away again but THANK GOD, to the exact same time, an old friend from TUMBLR found me on Twitter (she was @spirit-mouse back on here) and also at the same time I‘ve heard of Courtney (@powerpriestess) turning to Christ, and at first I was like „?????“ and it was a huge struggle back and forth for days and I‘ve ALMOST pushed Jesus away again but ... talking with this old friend, who also felt a pull towards Jesus, I let it happen, because she let it happen, like a few days before me, and now I am just eternally grateful that my pride, stubbornness and idiocy didn‘t get a hold of me again and that I just let it happen and it was the best decision in my ENTIRE life. I am just filled with love and eternal gratitude for God and Jesus for not giving up on me, for humbling me enough to make it happen, and I literally don‘t go more than 15 minutes of my day without thinking of them, every single day, since July. It‘s just NOT possible to be born-again and to not think of God all the time *lol* - I have never been more satisfied, happy and peaceful in my entire existence and I could literally drop dead right now and I know it would be okay! (well okay, I really want to be baptized first..)
HOWEVER, - this was a long intro - the misconceptions about the Faith in the Biblical Jesus Christ are severe (!) and since I, myself, had aaaall the evil prejudices that one can have, I want to clear them aaaall up in this post series. My prayer is that people who feel a pull towards Jesus won‘t do the same mistake that I did and that maybe I can help to clear away the stigma and confusion about the faith in Jesus and following Him.
If anyone needs help along the way, you can contact me on Instagram @ noony.newborn - I know just how confusing EVERYTHING is when you start your relationship with Christ and how utterly confusing the Bible is, and sadly, these days, you can literally not trust a SINGLE pastor because Satan has infiltrated the institutional Church around 300 A.D. and ever since then, it just got worse and worse and worse with the blasphemy and deception.
I don‘t have an exact outline but some of the things I‘d like to talk about are the things you most definitely do NOT need to know, love, follow and obey Jesus Christ: Institutional Church, a Pastor, Religion, Creeds and man-made Doctrines, the Pope, Catholic Catechism, Rules, Bible Commentaries of religious Authors, nothing of that. The literally only thing you need is a Bible, Prayer and JESUS and that‘s all that you need. Of course a congregation is a nice thing to have but trust me, you rather want to be alone with Jesus than to be at your local Sunday Service and be entirely devoid of the presence of Christ, His Holy Spirit.
I will include a handful of testimonies of real people who met Jesus, were born-again and are absolutely in Love with Him, on each of these posts. The variety of people who come to Jesus is just incredible and I cry every time when I see such testimonies because I can so much relate to the emotional atmosphere and how everyone is just so grateful. I have been crying pretty much daily since July just because His love is so overwhelming and a human can not possibly hold it inside without shaking and wanting to burst, tears are the only suitable reaction for me (and as far as I’ve seen in the testimonies, every born-again believer feels the same way, it’s beautiful beyond anything).
I pray that you are open to this series of posts and that maybe God can reach you through them, so that you, too, can be born-again and just joyful and at peace with your life forever and ever.
May Jesus bless you ♡
TESTIMONIES
Melody Alisa - From New Age to Jesus | My Testimony
Kyle - Suicidal Atheist Finds Jesus | Testimony
Ayelet - I am Jewish and I Believe in Yeshua - Jesus!
Shokit Ali - A Muslim gets saved by Jesus Christ! Powerful Testimony!
Samuel A. Perez - Gay Stripper Saved By Jesus | Christian Testimony
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¡Vamos a España! - Chap 21
Chapter 21
https://archiveofourown.org/works/29442912/chapters/74750541
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13819897/21/Vamos-a-Espa%C3%B1a
https://www.wattpad.com/1046967153-%C2%A1vamos-a-espa%C3%B1a-chapter-21
At the outside of the restaurant, Kai sat on the dinner table alone with Alfida, which were waiting for their order.
„Look at us, finally after a long time having a real date together on a restaurant and we‘re not in Scandinavia, we‘re now outside of our home,“ Kai mentioned. „It‘s been a while since we were on a date….I mean only us two. I‘m sorry I took Gerda the other night out with us. I just felt bad for leaving her alone,“
„It‘s okay, she‘s my friend too. I‘m happy if I could help her out back there,“ Said Alfida. „For now on, she‘s together with Orm figuring a way to get him under the citizens without calling much attention,“
„Good, it wouldn‘t be great, if Orm had to stay back all the time while we were out seeing the place. He agreed to tagalong to Portugal after all,“
„I know,“ Alfida commented taking her glass of water to drink.
„Alfida…..erm I know this is not the right moment for those sort of question and I hope I don‘t make you feel uncomfortable about it,“
„Obviously not, unless you‘re gonna ask me the question in Portuguese,“ Alfida commented.
„Why should I?“
„We‘re surrounded by people speaking in another language. We speak another language. Whatever you‘re going to say, they won‘t understand it,“
„Well you‘re actually right, erm…..have you ever thought about us two in the future?“ Kai asked making Alfida look curious at the boy.
„What exactly do you mean?“
„You know…..we‘re soon turning into adults in a few years and I‘m curious….what could the two of us do?“
„Well….“ Alfida chuckled surprised about the question of her boyfriend. „I‘m really surprised at your question. If you want me to be honest, I haven‘t thought about it either. One of the things I‘m certain about wanting to keep in the future is you,“ Alfida announced reaching her hands over the table close to the boy to grab them. Kai smiled at the girlfriend, then a waitress showed up bringing the two a plate with a large grilled corncob with small baked potatoes on it.
„There you go,“ The middle-aged waitress said. „Bom Apetite,“
„Thank you, I mean….Obrigada,“ Alfida commented along with Kai, which said it in another language.
„Gracias….oh wait a second,“ Kai mentioned looking at Alfida, which looked at him neutrally, then both began to laugh at Kai‘s mistake. „Okay I was thinking for a split second we were in Spain again,“
„We‘ll get used to it,“ Assured Alfida earning a nod from Kai. „So shall we start dinner?“ Questioned Alfida watching Kai lift her hand and move his face to peck her on the hand making her giggle softly. „Aww, you‘re never done this in public,“
„I know, but It‘s not bad to take some new steps,“ Commented the raven-haired boy.
„It‘s always good to try something new,“ Mentioned the girl earning a nod from the boyfriend, then they heard someone scream and the two looked across the road to see a woman, which had fainted and Gerda stay there with an disguised Orm hiding his face tight behind a hand fan.
„Is that Orm?“ Kai asked while Alfida widened her eyes as she saw what Orm was using as a disguise and did a face palm.
„This was a terrible idea,“ Alfida commented, then the friends arrived at the table and Gerda smiled a little bashfully.
„Hey you two,“ Gerda greeted then took a free chair from another table to set it beside Alfida, then took another one so she could sit down along with Orm. „I‘m sorry Alfida, my cousin had to borrow your clothing because hers got wet“
„What are you babbling around, lass?“ Alfida asked at Gerda‘s comment, then she rolled her eyes at Orm. „I know, that Orm is behind that disguise,“
„I‘m trying to hide him, can‘t you talk a little…..quiet?“
„If you‘re thinking like Kai, everyone around her understands us, you‘re wrong. It‘s sufficient enough to know he looks like a girl, until we‘re back at our ship,“ Alfida mentioned.
„Okay that‘s good then,“ Gerda said, then looked at Orm, which was leaning his face closer to Kai, which was eating a cut piece from the potato, and glanced at Orm a little intimidated.
„What are you doing?“ Kai mumbled.
„Orm‘s hungry you know,“ Gerda mentioned making Orm nod.
„May I have one of your potatoes?“ Orm asked with a fake feminine voice, making Kai grunt amused by the troll‘s try to play the role of a woman.
„Oh uh of course,“ Kai responded, then picked up one potato and held it up with the fork behind the fan, so Orm could snap it with his mouth, then he widened his eyes and swallowed the potato at once burning himself on it.
„Ouch!“ Orm complained making his friends shriek.
„Hold yourself together,“ Kai flinched at Orm‘s reaction. „Why didn‘t you blew at the potato?“
„I thought it wasn‘t that hot!“ Orm complained making Gerda roll her eyes while Alfida growled.
„Guys, you‘re not helping. Try to remain normal,“ Gerda whispered, then a waiter appeared shrieking the quartet.
„Is there a problem?“ Asked the waiter, then Kai faked a smile and looked at Alfida and Gerda hoping for a save from the situation.
„Oh, my two cousins just arrived, and…..Gretel just hit her ankle as she sat here with us. Nothing to worry about, she‘s feeling better now,“ Alfida lied earning a nod from the waiter.
„Would the two like to order something to eat and drink?“ The man asked holding his eyes at Orm, which had his face hidden behind the fan.
„A simple salad,“ Orm spoke with a high voice. „I‘m not very hungry,“
„Okay and a glass of water I may ask or what about wine?“ Questioned the waiter watching Orm look at Gerda, which shrugged her shoulders.
„You know I think one glass would not be bad,“ Orm answered making Gerda smile, then the waiter looked at Gerda.
„What about the blonde miss?“
„The potatoes with the corncob would be great as well for me,“ Gerda responded. „And to drink I‘ll stick for now with water,“
„Sure, thank you,“ The man said moving away from the quartet, then Orm looked with his eyes above the fan, then back at the girls.
„How strong are the wines here?“ Orm asked making Alfida shrug her shoulders.
„I‘m not sure what sort of volumes the wines here have got,“
„Orm you better be careful with the drink before you‘ll go all awkwardly around or worse...you show everyone what is under that clothing,“ Gerda warned.
„I‘ll hand out a bit to you all, I swear,“ Orm said slipping out of his feminine voice.
„Alright,“
„I hope you have a good nose for wines,“ The pirate girl mentioned watching Orm give her a thumb up, then Gerda pulled the sleeve down to cover his hand.
„Haven‘t you found a way to disguise his furry hands?“ Kai asked making Gerda shake her head.
„No one will ask as long as he keeps them hidden,“ Mentioned the older sister.
„That‘s good to know,“ The brother mentioned a little unsure about the idea of hiding the troll.
On Thursday the groups had split up in two groups and Rollan, Pastor, Marina sat in a carriage with several other students riding on a road back to the next town. Behind the followed part two of their group, where Ernesto and Enrico sat minding their own business.
„Nicholas, Thiago, and Diego already quit, that‘s sad,“ Pastor mentioned.
„This seemed too much pressure on them, so the best thing for them was to quit now. I heard from Thiago already, that he didn‘t have many chances so he preferred to just leave,“ Marina commented. „So far everyone else from our group seems to do well at those tasks,“
„I‘m glad this is going well for me…..I mean us. If we keep up the good work we will make it to the end,“ Said Rollan. „Some of us could possibily work at the king‘s castle,“
„Will there be a difference if we work for the king or down around the towns?“ Pastor questioned making Rollan shrug his shoulders.
„Perhaps a higher salary?“ Mentioned Rollan. „As long as I can help my mom out of her debts it doesn‘t matter if I work at the castle or have to work around the town,“
„And how long do you think you will need to help out your mother?“ Marina asked making Rollan shrug his shoulders.
„For now on, I‘m not sure, but I assume until the end of this year. Our formation is going to take how long again?“
„Three months for now. Then we‘ll be partnered with an experienced guard for the next two, three months,“ Explained Marina.
„Yeah,“ Rollan replied. „I wonder how long I‘ll be distanced from Gerda,“
„Oh you miss her a lot do you?“ Pastor asked making Rollan smile a little embarassed.
„It‘s not the same to exchange mails with her when we‘re both far away from each other,“
„Or when you‘re not personally with her here or there,“ Pastor added making Rollan nod.
„One good thing about this all now is, that Gerda is coming to Alicante along with an old friend of hers, because of the puppies you saw at my mama‘s house, “Rollan mentioned. „On our last letter she wrote she would take a few more days, because they had come to the conclusion, since they were in this trip they could take a look at Madrid and go out to the Porto, Lisbon and so on, before turning towards Alicante. So they could get to know more about where they passed by,“
„They‘ve been going all the way up from the Scandinavian peninsula just to get back the puppies. That‘s quite a long way up here,“ Marina commented.
„Yeah, mostly for….well I don‘t want to sound rude…..house pets,“ Pastor mentioned.
„Well….they‘re very special and important to that one friend of him. They‘re…..like his children,“ Rollan said, then watched a few students get up and his friends noticed it too, then saw their carriage had stopped in front of a library.
„Hey I‘ve heard of this library“ Rollan mentioned looking at the two-leveled building. „This is the one library has listed most legends from all over the world,“
„Really?“ Pastor asked. „How do you know?“
„The very first book my mama borrowed me was from San Martín. The one soldier, that had cut his cape in half to give it a poor man on a rainy night,“ Rollan mentioned. „I even got one cape inspired by the one in the book,“
„Sounds cool,“
Later on, all sat inside the library in small groups and Pastor already had picked a book to look at it. Rollan stood on top of a ladder looking throught a bookshelf and Marina was down on the ground reading the summary of a book she had pulled out.
„That seems interesting,“ Marina said pulling out a thick book, then opened it on the first page.
„What book?“
„Tomoe Gozen,“ Marina responded. „She was one of the fewer women back in Japan to participate along with Samurais at the war,“
„I think I haven‘t read that yet. But I read one called Mulan. It also was about a woman, which was the only female warrior in a area with only men, „ Rollan explained earning a nod from Marina. „There are more young women, that appear in legends. They‘re just not a lot at the moment,“ Rollan counted, while pulling out each book back and forth to see their title.
„With that movement, you‘re not going to find yourself a book to read,“ Marina commented observing Rollan looking at the books, then Rollan pulled out a book and smiled, then slided down the ladder.
„It exists here,“ Rollan announced watching Marina look neutral at the boy, which showed her the cover of the book.
„The Snow Queen?“ Marina read. „Isn‘t that the villain your girlfriend defeated?“
„Yes and that girl here somewhere on one of those pages is her as a child,“ Rollan stated searching throught the book for the illustration of his girlfriend, when she was younger. „There she is,“
„Okay….,“ Marina commented a little unconvinced about Rollan.
„I know what you‘re thinking. I‘m crazy, aren‘t you?“ Questioned the Spaniard.
„Well it‘s weird for me to assume that this here is the truth,“
„Okay…...Makes sense…..wait a minute,“ Rollan asked giving the girl the book, then he got up on the letter to search for another book. „There must be a book about the Mirrorlands,“
„I think you would need to look for that on another letter,“ Mentioned Marina and Rollan jumped down grabbing the book of the Snow Queen.
„You‘re right, I‘m going back to the other side,“ Rollan mentioned walking along with the brunette to Pastor, which was focused on the book, then Marina sat down while Rollan passed behind the friend and noticed Marina sit down next to Pastor. „You‘re not coming?“
„I already got my book, if you find it you can still show it to me, don‘t need to worry about it,“ Marina offered making Rollan nod and walk away to search for the other book.
„Uh did I miss something?“ Pastor asked making Marina shrug.
„Well I still have a hard time believing that his girlfriend is a legend from a book,“ Marina told the boy, which was listening to the brunette.
„I don‘t know why he would lie to us about having a girlfriend or why exactly one of the books. It may sound silly as you say, but he‘s speaking more about this and he showed us a letter she sent him, so I don‘t think there‘s a need to feel weird about him. It could be the case, that this Gerda is another Gerda, which is similar to the book Gerda,“
„That makes no sense, there is only one Gerda in a legend,“ Marina mentioned.
„I‘m not sure, but I prefer to let things be like they are now. If for some reason this here isn‘t true, well we just question him about it and the issue is solved,“ Suggested the boy.
„Alright. Is it weird, that I‘m suspicious of Rollan about that aspect, or is it my impression only?“
„To be honest, since we began to get to know him and he told you about having a girlfriend, you got to see him different,“
„Honestly I think it began already on the day I saw him with the puppies from his friend,“
„What do the puppies have to do with all that?“
„Can‘t you recall that day? The way he talked. He talked as if he was trying to come up with an excuse. It‘s like he‘s hiding something from us. We‘re his friends, isn‘t that a little weird?“
„Well, we just meet him about two weeks ago. Not everyone trusts someone that fast. Would you trust me enough after those days with I don‘t know…..the color of your underwear?“ Pastor asked making Marina shut her eyes dumbfounded at the question. „I‘m sorry, I couldn‘t come up with a better example,“
„He doesn‘t need to tell us his deepest secrets, but I find it odd, that he lies….or seems to lie about such things, that are not even needed to lie about,“
„He doesn‘t know us for very long. He could be afraid to tell it to us in fear we would laugh at him or give up our friendship with him,“
„Look if you want confront him with that, do it…. or do what I would do in your place, give him a chance to open up more. Maybe he‘s got a reasonable way he‘s doing all that, maybe he doesn‘t even know why he‘s doing that,“
„I‘ll think about that,“ Marina said, then Pastor patted the girl on the shoulder making her smile.
Rollan in the meanwhile found a book with the title he was looking for, then he placed it back sadly as he found out it wasn‘t that what he was looking for.
„Guess like I‘m going to read this again,“ Rollan said looking at the cover to see a girl standing in the snow looking at a palace made of ice. Rollan placed the book under his arm and walked along the corridor with the bookshelves passing behind another student, then he noticed a cart filled with books and he looked down at them getting curious at what books those were. Rollan looked at the title and found one under the title Fire and Ice, then took it out to see on the cover the wishing stone and two hands lying flat over the stone, then Rollan widened his eyes in shock as he recognized the stone.
„No…..,“ Rollan whispered, then flicked through the book to find anything that would lead this to the adventure he and Gerda were together on their first time and spotted a drawing of Gerda sitting on the floor looking toward a guy in lava-themed clothing looking down at her. Rollan read the page carefully slowly beginning to get tensed with it and behind him appeared Ernesto walking with a book in his hands, then he noticed Rollan shivering a little and tapped him on the shoulder shrieking him.
„Woah!“ Rollan cried letting the book fall down, while Ernesto flinched his teeth in surprise, then watched Rollan pick up the book and hold it tight to him.
„Is the book interesting?“ Ernesto asked watching Rollan hide behind his back.
„Ye…..yeah it is,“ Rollan responded. „I don‘t…..really want to share this with anyone here,“ Rollan commented, then someone behind him took the book shrieking Rollan to see one of the group look at the book.
„What a weird image for this title,“ The boy commented, then Rollan grabbed the book faking a smile at the student.
„Sorry I already borrowed this book,“ Rollan said, then Ernesto took the other book from Rollan‘s hand, which was about the Snow Queen, and opened it.
„Didn‘t you talk the other day about the Snow Queen book?“ Ernesto asked watching Rollan look at him and nod.
„Yes,“ Rollan said watching Ernesto place the book on the cart.
„Calm down, I‘m not going to do you anything,“ Ernesto mentioned. „What‘s wrong?“
„Nothing, I just was shocked about what was happening in one of those sites,“
„Oh okay. Could you handle it?“
„I‘m not through it. I‘m….not even sure if I should do it,“
„Shall I do it for you?“
„No, no, it‘s fine. I‘ll do it myself…..it‘s for the best,“ Rollan said walking further, leaving Ernesto back and Rollan got his nose back into the book to continue reading it.
Rollan skipped further to the next pages passing his finger over the text quick to follow the plot of what happened afterward in the story and leafed throught more pages stopping on a sketch that showed the entire troll kingdom on fire and how the stone-monster was threatening a trio of citizens and behind him stood Gerda‘s illustration watching in shock, what was happening. Rollan threw the book away at the ground and passed his hands through his hair in shock at what he had been reading.
„How could I let this happen to me?“ Rollan asked himself, then he walked away and crashed at the corner against a student, then gazed at him in shock, while the student looked at him surprised and Rollan moved along, making the student shrug his shoulders and get into the corridor. Enrico came along with a book into the same corridor, then spotted on the ground the book Rollan had left back and he bent down to pick it up to look at it, then squinted his eyes to read the resume.
„Two teenagers got into the forbidden cave and got in contact with the wishing stone hoping it would grant them a wish……...Due to the release of those forces, catastrophic events began to occur around the kingdom and…...ble, ble, ble……not really interesting,“ Enrico said placing the book on the cart, then saw Ernesto show up with a book then saw the book which Rollan had in his hands before on the cart.
„Didn‘t Rollan want that book?“ Ernesto asked watching Enrico roll his eyes down at the book and pick it up.
„This one?“ Enrico asked earning a nod from the friend. „What‘s so special about it?“
„Rollan seemed pretty shocked about something in it,“ Ernesto mentioned watching Enrico grab the book to open it, then chuckled.
„Notice how the first page talks about a Spaniard named Rollan and a Scandinavian girl named Gerda,“ Enrico pointed out. „You know….I really think he was right that one time he mentioned having a girlfriend with that name,“
„If that‘s so, why is he acting this weird? Did something happen?“ Ernesto asked making the friend shrug his shoulders.
„I think I‘m going to analyze this,“ Enrico mentioned closing the book and taking it under his arm. „Maybe it has something to do with those strange creatures we saw back at the beach or we get to know anything that could help us to get Rollan out of here,“
„Why should we get rid of him?“ Ernesto asked. „He didn‘t interfere with any of our jobs with your dad?“
„I know, but I know when something‘s suspicious and no one else does anything he will be the one doing that and when he finds out what‘s up, we‘re all screwed,“ Enrico told his friend quietly. „If you excuse me, I‘m going to take a look at this,“ Enrico announced leaving his friend back, which looked along the corridor to only spot Pastor and Marina reading their books together.https://archiveofourown.org/works/29442912/chapters/74750541
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Can I request rfa+minor trio with a mc who is strong enough to carry them and sometimes picks them up when she's really happy or emotional and how they react to it? She doesn't have to be huge or anything just have some strength ahah my ex squealed the first time I accidentally picked him up and I thought it'd be cute
RFA + Minor Trio with a really strong Mc
At first I didn’t really know what to write but now I have so many ideas! Maybe you can watch the Kdrama ,,Strong Woman Do Bong Soon“ - I simply fell in love with it! It’s about a very strong woman and - aish! I loved it so much! Now, please enjoy the Hc! And also, be free to tell me your opinion.
Jumin
Your husband and you sat together on the white leather.
Hand in hand you waited for the message- which was almost killing both of you.
,,I think I will fail…“ you mumbled sadly and clicked on the computer for the fifth time in twenty minutes.
,,You will surely do it,“ Jumin smiled.
The topic both of you were talking about was your biggest dream, to get two VIP tickets to meet your idols - the boys of the boy group GOT7.
Finally, the time came and you had the chance to buy the tickets when suddenly Jumin stopped you.
,,Why? Jumin let go I have to-”
,,Did you forget that I can even afford you to meet them backstage?“ Jumin chuckled, showing you two tickets.
Your eyes got bigger and suddenly you jumped up, screaming all around.
You hugged your husband, kissing him all over the face.
Jumin got up and hugged you back but suddenly he felt something weird, his feet weren’t touching the floor.
,,Woah?! Woah, my love! You will hurt yourself!“ he laughed after you put him down.
,,I‘m so happy!“ you laughed and cried at the same time.
Jumin kissed you one last time before he handed you the tickets and sat down again, using his free time to observe you.
Zen
,,Well done, guys! You can enjoy your break now!’’ the director called after the actors finally finished their scene for the new Musical.
You happily clapped for your handsome, white haired, boyfriend.
Like always his bright smile almost blended you and immediately caught your heart.
,,Well done, Zenny!’’ you chuckled and kissed him.
,,Thank you, princess...what about lunch at the restaurant in front of the company?’’ he asked you, to throw a little party between the both of you.
You happily nodded since this didn’t happen often.
You were so happy and excited that you hugged him and even pulled him up.
He happily squealed when you picked him up.
He still couldn’t believe that you were that strong.
,,Gosh, you’re so cute,’’ he laughed when he was down again.
Zen quickly took your hand and lead you outside, ready to have lunch with you.
Yoosung
To be honest, you wanted to hide your ,,superpowers’’ a bit longer.
Yoosung was, in your eyes, quite weak, and so you didn’t want him to feel weird about you being so strong.
Unfortunately, you were very emotional and happy due to the notice that you passed the test and were able to enter a highly voted company.
And so, when you and Yoosung saw that you passed, you were so happy that after hugging each other and jumping together, you also picked him up.
,,WOAH!’’ he suddenly exclaimed, making you realize that your ,,little’’ secret got exposed.
,,But I think it’s nice that you’re so strong…’’ he laughed about your confession, when you told him your secret.
Finally, there was no need anymore to hide the strength you had in your body.
Jaehee
Your girlfriend always knew that you were super strong.
At home you were the one who opened bottles or nuts.
You were simply super strong and could do the chores a woman would actually do.
However, you were still a very feminine woman.
Your girlfriend didn’t have anything against it.
It was actually the opposite. She loved it and thought that it was cute that you could pick her up.
To be honest, you often picked her up and then sat her down on the table to kiss her beautiful painted lips and touch other parts of her pale body better.
Saeyoung
For what a 707 if there existed a 606 who was stronger by the double?
Saeyoung loved to see you in the superwoman cosplay. That’s why every year for Halloween and for every carnival you had to wear that cosplay.
,,Aish…’’ you once again moaned in annoyance as you took out the yellow,red, and blue suit.
,,Woah, it looks amazing!’’ he laughed once again while you rolled your eyes.
,,Now, let’s do it!’’ he laughed and took you by your hand and lead you to the living room where three red haired people were waiting for you guys.
,,Okay! Mommy, you can start with the theatre!’’ a little red haired girl squealed happily.
How could you resist her?
,,Uncle Saeran! I can’t touch the popcorn!’’ a second boy whined and smiled as soon as your brother-in-law gave him the snacks.
,,Okay, guys! Welcome to the real-life theatre written by 707! I’m thankful to you all!’’ Saeyoung began and then explained to his guests what the story was about.
In his wonderful roleplay you had exactly one task - to show them all how you, wonder woman, saved him, Saeyoung, while picking him up.
,,Oh, you’re so cute ~’’ Saeyoung acted and kissed you while you had him in your arms.
,,UHHHH!’’ the children cried in embarrassment, making you grin against your man’s lips.
Saeran
Your strength gave him so much comfort and such a good feeling.
To know that he could count on you helped him feel safe.
At the same time, it made him uneasy.
,,Don’t overwork yourself. Don’t pick up too much…’’ he begged you, looking at you with his wonderful big eyes.
Your cheeks immediately burned and their color changed to a deep red.
Your love for Saeran could only grow.
In the past, everyone who saw your strength always counted on you, not minding at all if you could perhaps get hurt too.
But with your lovely boyfriend it was all a different story.
You simply couldn’t hold these feelings for yourself and like always, when you were super happy, you picked him up, letting him fly in the air for a few seconds.
Jihyun
,,All I think about is youuuuu, youuuu!’’ you sang, half drunk.
Your future husband never saw you like that to be honest, but in his opinion this side of you was also very funny to observe.
,,Okay, my Mc, let’s turn that way…’’ he mumbled, staying in the same place for a few seconds to read and surely go the right way.
The problem was that he couldn’t see perfectly in the dark due to his injured eyes.
,,UHUHUH!’’ you suddenly strangely laughed and picked him up, walking the way he described before.
,,Uh? M-Mc?!’’ Jihyun called you when you carried him home as if he was as light as a feather.
When you were finally home you let him down.
You could shortly see a big smile on his lips before you collapsed into his arms and fell asleep.
,,Haha...you are indeed a cute angel…’’ he mumbled and kissed your forehead before finally enterin his shared home.
Vanderwood
It took a long time. It took six long years until Vanderwood finally managed to ask you to marry him.
He did it very romantically, asking you in the darkness if you were willing to be his wife forever.
Just the light of the candles lit the room, which was decorated with red petals.
Your tears tasted salty as they dribbled down your red cheeks.
You simply nodded your head when he finally asked you the big question, the one you were waiting for a long time.
Your happiness overcame you and as soon as the silver ring with the big diamond was on your finger, you picked him up.
,,Oi! It should be the other way around!’’ he complained with dark red painted cheeks.
You still laughed as you slowly put your fiancé down.
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Hi ya all
I have this Account since 4 Years I think Bit Never used it, so now I Want to use this acc and Post some Art and Gaming Stuff.
About me:
I‘m 21 Years old and an hobbyartist. I draw fanarts and ocs. I opened lil commissions on ko-fi , My username there Is MilkeRyne.Art. My Interests Are in Gaming stuff as well, Play things on Nintendo Switch, ps4 and pc
I draw digital and traditional but still learning Some things.
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For the fanfic writer asks :D 2, 4, 7, 10, 12, 16, 21, 22, 29, 35, 36, 45, 50 (I‘m so sorry that’s a bit much but I just found all these questions so interesting—)
Thanks, darling! And no worries... I've gotten even longer asks 😂
2. When did you start writing?
At age 10-11 😂 and then I never really stopped
4. Fluff or angst?
BOTH. That's why hurt/comfort is so beautiful!
7. Do you listen to music to help you write?
Yeah! In general, I listen to music whenever I can. It helps me to have it as background noise
10. Can you give us a sneak peek of your current WIP?
(NSFW-ish ahead)
Not being able to see, to move, to do anything but kneel there and take it all and imagine what he must look like right now—what Draco must look like right now—is as infuriating as it is intoxicating. It makes every sound and every touch reverberate through Harry's skin as though amplified; makes every brush of fingers tear a moan out of him. Makes Draco’s hands holding him close, Draco’s tongue worshipping every corner of his body, feel like the only thing anchoring him to the world around him. Harry loves it, craves it, and he knows Draco knows just how badly he does, because Draco won’t stop stroking him, gently, reverently, fingers warm and strong against his waist and calves and feet as he scrapes his teeth to the sensitive skin just above the backs of Harry’s knees and then kisses his way back up Harry’s quivering legs.
12. What's your favourite thing that you ever wrote?
Oooh, that's a hard one ;-; I'm really proud of some of the poems and one-shots I wrote as a teenager in my mother tongue. I am also really proud of these Drarry poems I wrote in Spanish! But I can't really choose one thing I've written as my favourite ;-; too many of my stories mean too much to me.
16. Can you tell us anything about your current WIP?
Yes! (same wip as the one above) I can tell you that anatomy is a CURSE. I never know if the postures I'm describing are actually physically possible 😩
21. What's your favourite AU trope?
Already answered!
22. A fanfiction cliché you can't help but love?
I'm honestly not sure what classifies as a fanfiction cliché 😅
29. Describe your style in three words.
Poetic. Straightforward. Gay. (I tried)
35. Which do you prefer to write: longer or shorter fics?
SHORTER. Drabbles and microstories are my strength, as well as one-shots. Long fics are kind of a rarity from me 😂
36. How do you keep yourself inspired?
By allowing myself to think about the story without staring at the screen. Standing up from where I'm writing, and lying face-down or staring out the window or going for a walk and just letting myself think about what I'm writing. It helps me put things in perspective without having to concentrate on the words I'm going to use to write down said things, and as soon as I have a clearer idea of what I want to write next, the words usually start flowing again on their own!
45. One thing you love about fanfiction.
I already answered this one, but I'll also say I love the fact that it can be bad. That anyone with any level of skill or experience can decide that they want their favourite characters to be in this completely random Specific Situation/Setting because they said so, and write it down and put it out there. That it doesn't have to be good or proper or follow any rules or even have a purpose beyond "I liked this idea I had and no one could stop me from writing it". I love it when fics are clearly written because the author just wanted to treat themselves 😂
50. One thing you don't like about fanfiction.
Also already answered! But I'll also say I don't like the idea some people have that it's okay to point out everything they didn't like in a fic or criticise authors for not wanting to become better/write flawless, groundbreaking stories. Some of us are only here to have fun. If you don't like what we do, write your own fic like the rest of us and do with it whatever the hell you want. If you want stories with the same quality as published books, read a goddamn published book.
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Do you think it‘s bad that so many girls post nudes or underwear pictures on instagram? i see sooo many of them... especially e-girls i think. ihave a very parted opinion on this 1. i think it‘s kind of sad because it gives men even more oppertunity to see women as a sex object but on the other side it seems kind of empowering but honestly it‘s not because you still expose yourself even when they think they decide for themselves or whatever. but then again now in quarantine i started taking
lingerie pictures because i ordered a lot of underwear haha and i actually felt great and now i kinda want to post pictures like that but at the same time i feel bad because of my mother, she is kind of a feminist that seems to be against those things. also it would be weird because of everyone that follows me from my old school on instagram, and my mother teaches there and they are all very talk active ... but yeah i don‘t know if i should feel bad for taking those pictures because i destroy
everything women fought for/against. because i would consider myself a feminist too bit i still like bras and underwear and i also don‘t think too bad about pictures like that... only because of the history or maybe because many men view women like objects and it‘s mostly women that are exploited in that sense... this is what i really don‘t like but i also find my self drawn back to taking fotos like that... even back then i wanted too but always was too scared someone finds out... now that i‘m
20, turning 21 this year i think it‘s okay to take pictures like that. but i also feel like everyone is looking at me like a child, also my mother (i am also very short so that maybe it haha) and i just feel very judged and i don‘t really know what to think about all this and how girls or not even girls, how everyone on instagram acts nowadays... it is like no one is afraid of consequences or no one has family or jobs that could see the accounts haha
This is a topic that’s a much bigger conversation within fourth wave feminism than I feel like I can really speak to, so if you’re interested in delving into it further, there are a lot of great academics writing about this topic. For a few easy, non-academic reads, I would suggest this article in The Guardian as a starting place, Peggy Orenstein’s book “Girls & Sex” and the corresponding NPR interview she did about the book. This article from The Onion is also surprisingly insightful (and funny).
That said, I’ll give you my opinion based on what I understand now, with the caveat that I’m not a feminist scholar, just someone living in this culture and being impacted by it the same way that you are. Also, apologies if this is a little disjointed. I want to make sure I say everything that’s on my mind. And also apologies that this is an essay. I can imagine that’s not what you expected when you asked this question, but I think this is important to talk about and your question is a great jumping-off point for discussion.
I don’t think this question is as black and white as “good” or “bad”. Feminism is complicated and comes in lots of shades of grey, and that’s why it’s taken me a few days to figure out what I want to say in this post. I want to start with two thoughts that might seem to conflict on the surface- women should be able to do what they want with their bodies, point blank, without being judged for it. But isn’t it’s a little convenient for straight men that “empowerment” has turned into doing the same thing that was previously called “pandering to the male gaze”?
I think it would be different if these supposedly empowering nude images were coming from a place of showing the female body as it is, devoid of expectations to be sexually appealing to men. And certainly, I’ve seen a lot of those images circulate. Those pictures are saying, “I’m free to exist as I am, without the pressures of being appealing or sexy or cute or professional or “natural” or any of the other oppressive ideas of what it is to be a woman”. Inevitably, some of those photos play into oppressive power structures themselves, for a number of different reasons, but I think the majority of those photos are empowering; they’re fighting against something.
But sexy naked photos aren’t really doing that same thing. I guess one could say that they’re fighting for the right to self-objectify instead of being objectified by others. But why would you want to be objectified anyway? I think the mentality behind this is sort of like breaking up with your significant other so that they don’t break up with you first. I understand why people do it, but is it really productive at the end of the day? What are you gaining from it? Just like how in a relationship, the best move is to fix the underlying issues your relationship has instead of breaking up with your boyfriend, I think the best move here is to dismantle the underlying power structures that cause women to be objectified by our culture in the first place. I don’t think we’re going to be able to do that by pandering to the male gaze through our actions.
Especially when there’s no financial transaction involved, I think for many, posting these types of pictures is a way of fishing for approval, primarily from men. If one wanted to appreciate their own body, they wouldn’t post naked pictures publicly. If one wanted female approval, they wouldn’t pose in a way that panders to the male gaze. Those images are, consciously or unconsciously, playing into the same power structure that oppresses women because it puts male approval above the approval we have for ourselves or the value we place on approval from the women around us. Empowerment stems from self-respect, and it’s difficult for me to believe that people who truly respect themselves would intentionally opt back into the system that has oppressed them for so long without a concrete change in how that system operates.
The Guardian article I linked above says, “only those already in possession of quite a lot of power would feel empowered by leggings, or a TED talk, or naked selfies. Empowerment has become .... a symbol of how identity politics can too often get distracted by those with the loudest voices and forget those most in need of it.” And I think that’s right. If you truly want to empower women, fight for the rights of the women and children in fast-fashion sweatshops that are making “empowering” merchandise touting trite feminist statements. Fight for abortion rights that are being slowly eroded across the US. Fight for paid maternity leave, healthcare, the education of women. If you want to post a naked selfie, post a naked selfie. But don’t pretend that it’s a some type of self-sacrificing feminist act, especially if you’re not changing any of your other beliefs or habits to empower women around the world.
At the end of the day, post the pictures or don’t post the pictures. The ability to choose whether to do that or not is feminist; the choice itself, maybe not. We live in a complicated culture with lots of conflicting incentives and opinions, and I don’t think posting naked pictures makes you a bad person. But do think about why you’re posting these pictures and what you feel like you stand to gain from doing that. And make sure you’re being safe. As awful as it is, nude picture are still taboo for women to have taken or to post. If those pictures come out, the men who looked at them aren’t going to be fired or considered “unprofessional” in their next job interview. You are. It’s important to make sure that your future career prospects won’t be damaged by those pictures at some point in the future.
I hope I don’t come across as too aggressive in this post, and I’m looking forward to hearing your opinions on this topic. Like I said, i’m not any sort of scholar on this topic, just a girl with a philosophy degree and a lot of time on her hands to think.
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50 questions you've never been asked before
thank you so much for tagging me @lukesflaredpants 💗💗!! (I‘m doing this on my notes app so I’m currently dying inside but i thought this is a fun thing to do so why not. Now that i‘m done wih it, it’s save to say that this is my villain origin story )
1. what is the colour of your hair brush? Brown
2. name of a food you never eat? brussels sprouts, any kind of meat or fish and spinach
3. are you typically too warm or too cold? too warm
4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago?
I was cuddling my dog :-)
5. what’s your favourite candy bar? A Kinderriegel or anything from Reeses
6. have you ever been to a professional sports event? my uncle always drags me to football games with him whenever i visit them
7. what is the last thing you said out loud? I don’t think you’re taking me seriously right now
8. what is your favourite ice cream? mint chocolate, cookie dough or peanut butter cup
9. what is the last thing you had to drink? water because it’s pretty late right now
10. do you like your wallet? Yesss i do, although it’s pretty old now, but i‘ve got good memories connected to it
11. what was the last thing you ate? noodle soup
12. did you buy any new clothes last week? i did, but i need more than one pair of jeans so i think it’s justified lol
13. last sporting event you watched? I honestly can’t remember that, probably a football game
14. what’s your favourite flavour of popcorn? i love both sweet and salty, i can‘t choose between them
15. who was the last person you sent a message to? @lukesflaredpants 😄
16. ever go camping? yes and it gave me a life long trauma and trust issues
17. do you take vitamins? nope
18. do you go to church every sunday? no
19. do you have a tan? i don’t but i wish i had a little bit of a tan tbh because i sparkle in the sunlight like the cullens and i glow in the dark like a glow stick.
20. do you prefer chinese food or pizza? i like both, i can‘t really choose here either
21. do you drink soda with a straw? nope
22. what colour socks do you wear? The more color and patterns the better. The cherry on tope of the cake is glittery socks though that are Christmas themed
23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? never
24. what terrifies you? Insects, my past mistakes, the future, being alone, horses, bugs, people and driving
25. look to your left what do you see? a wall and a pillow
26. what chore do you hate? any chore really, but vacuuming the most
27. what do you think of when you hear an australian accent? Ashton Irwin and then the rest of 5sos
28. what’s your favourite soda? rhubarb (?)
29. do you go into fast food places or drive thru? usually into fast food places but only on rare occasions because i don’t have any near me
30. who was the last person you talked to? over text @lukesflaredpants and in real life to my sister
31. favourite cut of beef? i don’t have one
32. last song you listened to? Not in the same way - 5sos
33. last book you read? Aspects of the new right-wing extremism by theodor w. adorno
34. can you say the alphabet backwards? i have half a braincell on my good days so no, never
35. how do you like your coffee? with a tiny bit of milk but definitely no sugar
36. favourite pair of shoes? i have a pair of sneakers that have a flower print on them, so i guess those
37. the time you normally go to bed? when i have work i go to bed at 8 and sleep by 10 but now i just sleep whenever i feel like it
38. the time you normally wake up? If i have work at 7 and if not between 7:30 and 9
39. what do you prefer sunrise or sunsets? sunsets (preferably while i‘m at the beach)
40. how many blankets are on your bed? 1 duvet and a fluffy one to keep me warm when i‘m cold
41. describe your kitchen plates? a lot of different colors and different patterns because my mum likes it
42. do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? White wine or malibu with passion fruit juice
43. do you play cards? i can play uno but that’s it lmao
44. what colour is your car? It’s dark blue and the roof is black
45. can you change a tire? i had to do it once and i hope i won’t ever have to do it again
46. your favourite province? i don’t really know what to say here lol
47. favourite job you’ve had? the one i have now at the kindergarten! (it’s not a real job actually, i‘m only doing a voluntary social year and right now i‘m at home because of corona)
48. how did you get your biggest scar? i had to get surgery on my foot because i had a juvenile bone cyst (?) so that‘s where i got my biggest scar from
49. favourite day of the week? Saturday
50. what did you do today that made someone happy? I ate breakfast outside with my favorite mug and my dog in my lap and it was just a very calm morning and i loved that
i‘m gonna tag @wildflowerkels because they‘ve been the last person to follow me according to tumblr (i‘m really sorry i just don’t know anyone on here i can tag, i hope you don’t mind) you also don’t actually have to do this, only if you want to! also if you scroll past this and like being tagged in things like this, let me know so i can tag you instead of people who are not expecting it!😭😅💫
#i just realized i misread the last question but fvck that i need to make myself happy too sometimes#i enjoyed doing this#tag games#honeslty if you scroll past this and feel like doing it then do it#i‘m always too scared to tag the people i think of because i don‘t want to weird them out and this here is already making my anxiety#go through the roof lmao#not 5sos
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