#PARA method

[hillbillyoracle]

Sidekick Journal Setup

Wanted to make some notes on how I set up the newest version of my sidekick journal. It's still an A6 Leuchtturm 1917 notebook- though this time I'm using a dot grid, not ruled, version. Still using a Traveler's Notebook Monthly insert in the back as well. Past that, I've adapted it to loosely use the PARA framework by Tiago Forte that I've had luck using with my digital notes.

Much like last time, I still have a today card for tasks on the front. Some days I pick some out at the beginning. Some days I just write things down as I go. Not much has changed there.

It's worth noting that this journal springs open if I don't keep the strap on it. I use the strap to notch in a gel pen (currently trying to find one of my spare fountain pens to use instead). I don't personally mind this but I know it bugs some others.

On the back side of the front cover, things have changed more. I still have a next card to jot down tasks that don't need done today that come up throughout a day, but underneath is the P in PARA - projects.

Each project gets it's own card. I like this because things were getting lost in my notebook and I can more easily see what I've committed to so I don't overcommit. Tiago Forte recommends 10-15 projects but I am disabled and have issues with energy so I shoot for 5-10. I think currently I have 9 which is a little on the high side.

They all fit nicely under the black clip here and I can shuffle through them each day to see what I want to work on.

I have a To Read, To Watch, To Listen (podcasts), and To Listen (music). I occasionally have people recommend me things and they tend to get lost in my phone. So this is just a space to jot those down. My complete TBR is still kept in Storygraph atm. My TBW is on Letterboxd (kind of). I don't listen to a lot at the moment but I'm hoping to change that.

For the first A in PARA - Areas - I set up topical indexes. I know a lot of people tend to have a lot more but I group my stuff under Personal, Home, Work, and Ria (my partner). Personal is just me. Home is anything shared with Ria. Work is mostly writing and freelance projects at the moment. Ria is for anything that is just for Ria. Anything that doesn't fit in the categories goes in the main index that comes preset up in the notebook.

This way I can jot down whatever notes I want in this notebook but when I'm looking for something specific or just want to see what's going on in a given area, I can flip to that index.

This is just an example of the kinds of things I tend to use this notebook for. I did a menu plan and wrote down the order of steps to make a new dish I wanted to try (came out really nice). It's mostly to just order my thoughts and help my brain let go of things.

This is the Traveler's Notebook Passport Size Monthly Insert I really enjoyed last year. I've set up the first few months and will set up a few more. I need to go back in and add events/holidays.

A big reason why this still felt necessary is that I'm looking at switching to a dumbphone which means I won't necessarily have access to Google Calendar on the go. So I plan to keep this as up to date as possible. I might use it for some light memory keeping as well.

Lastly, I flip the notebook upside down from the back and this is where my commonplacing will go which will be how I manage the R in PARA - resources. I have 3 categories I tend to like jotting down information about to start with but there's room for more. I won't keep the markers with me but will periodically add circles for ease of reference.

For the last A in PARA I'm planning on storing these in a nice box when I'm done with them.

I don't really intend to journal in this though I suppose I could. I have a separate "bullet journal" that in all honesty I don't use super often. I do stream of consciousness journaling on 750words.com. It's mostly to jot down notes and get things out of my head quickly. I like that it's small enough to toss into most bags.

Hope this is interesting to someone!

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Boiling Method || Mona & Felix

TIMING: current. LOCATION: mona's apartment. PARTIES: @recoveringdreamer & @thunderstroked SUMMARY: mona sits with felix and learns what is happening with them. CONTENT: emotional abuse.

Mona sat across from Felix, expression pinched. There was something they weren’t telling her, and while she’d never been the type to pry, Felix was her friend, and she refused to let him go through whatever it was he was going through alone. It had taken a long time to build up that kind of friendship with somebody, and the only other person she could think of that fit into that category had been Inge. Felix, however, was not Inge. Felix was a former version of themself, from what Mona could tell, even if she hadn’t known them for very long. Still, she leaned forward, slapping the table that they sat at with her palms. 

“You’re lost in thought again. What is it this time?” Perhaps a more aggressive approach was necessary here. Did he think that she did not mean it when she said she cared? If that were the case, she might wring his neck right there and then. There were only a few times that she had come to care for somebody so deeply, and this was one of those times. “Honesty, Felix. Give it.”  

—

They hadn’t been sleeping well. It was hard to sleep in the boiler room, hard to feel safe enough to settle down and close their eyes. Every time they tried, their heart seemed to flutter in their chest. Every footstep in the hall outside the boiler room sent it flying to their throat, sure that someone would barge in and interrupt the small amount of peace they could find. The dripping of the leak in the ceiling grated on them, the quiet sounds of the boiler felt too loud. That was to say nothing of the dirty mattress with the springs that dug into their back or the sheen of sweat that covered them in the heat of the small space. 

It had made it hard to focus, hard to remain present in the moment. He felt guilty about it now, pulled from tireless thoughts by Mona’s gentle prompting. Shifting their weight in their seat, they offered her an apologetic smile. “Sorry,” they said quietly. “I’m just — I’ve been really tired lately. But it isn’t anything you have to worry about! Everything’s fine, I just haven’t been sleeping well.” Didn’t Mona have enough going on without his problems being added to the pile? Didn’t everyone? Felix didn’t think they were very important, in the grand scheme of things.

—

Mona watched Felix, noticing the subtle twitch of his eye, as if backing up his story on just how exhausted he was. It frustrated Mona to no end that he wasn’t being honest with her. Did he feel as though he couldn’t? Was there something that was holding him back from it? Mona had endured two months stuck in fox form, and to be brushed off like this felt a little disheartening, even if Felix didn’t mean for it to come across that way. She knew she shouldn’t be frustrated with them specifically, because it was clear that whatever had happened was out of their hands. 

“You’ve been saying that for weeks. That you’re tired. I know tired, and you look it, but what else is happening?” She gave him a stern look before leaning forward, her own hair hanging in her face as she waved a hand in front of theirs. “I cannot help you if you do not tell me what happened.” Mona wasn’t sure what all she could do, but she would try. As much as she hated this town, she had two people in this town she loved more than the frustration she held for Wicked’s Rest. 

—

Felix brought a hand up, pinching the bridge of their nose between two fingers and trying, desperately, not to cry. It was stupid, wasn’t it? How hard it was to keep yourself together when exhaustion clung to you like this. The tiniest things could feel earth-shattering, the smallest slights could burn through you with ease. Felix swallowed, throat tight and chest aching. Part of them wanted to explode, to tell Mona everything, to take comfort in their best friend and just hope that she could help them make things better. But did they deserve that? Did she? Mona did so much for them already; wouldn’t asking for more just be… taking advantage?

Blinking their eyes open, they looked at her and shook their head slightly. “I don’t want… I shouldn’t add things to your plate, Mona. You’ve — You just spent months dealing with… something awful, and scary, and — and I shouldn’t be piling more on. I’m sorry. You deserve a lot better than that. I want to be here for you. You know? I want to help you… readjust, get back to yourself. That’s what I want to do.”

—

Felix looked like they were going to fall apart, and something in Mona’s chest stirred. It was clear there was something very wrong, but would Felix trust her enough to tell her? Was this not so much about trust, but about something else? Mona forced the feeling of frustration down, strangling it with her heel. She wouldn’t fall prey to those emotions when it came to Felix, because it was clear that there was something bigger at play, something that Mona could not yet see. That Felix was not allowing her to see. 

“Felix, if I did not feel like I couldn’t handle it, I would not be asking you. Stop making decisions for me, or for others.” There was a pointed edge to her words and she sighed, getting up from her seat to circle the table and drop into a kneel next to where they sat. Mona placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I care about you, and as much as I care about myself, what I went through is done. It was solved. It’s fine. I’m here for you now, and it’s clear you need me. If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine, but please let me find a way to alleviate whatever it is.” 

—

Would it be easier if telling her everything was an option? If the Grit Pit’s cruel contract didn’t tie their tongue into knots, if it didn’t bar them from saying the truth of their employment plainly and clearly, would this feel any simpler? It seemed odd to complain about something they weren’t even allowed to speak about in detail, seemed silly to invent some game of charades to help her guess how their life was being ruined. Three words. Second word: punch. No. Hit. No. Fight. Yes! The mental image might have been laughable if it didn’t ache the way it did.

Felix swallowed as Mona got up, as she circled the table and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. There were a lot of things he couldn’t tell her, but maybe there were some things he could. “I… One of the people I work for is my — um, my ex-boyfriend. And some things — you know, like I told you, I got — I got in trouble at work. And now, I can’t — I’m not…” They trailed off, unable to find the words they wanted. “I want to get away from him,” they said quietly. “From — From all of it. But I can’t. There are — There are reasons why I can’t. And I can’t change them or fix it. I’m just — I’m stuck. And now I’m more stuck than I was before.” It was vague and it hardly made any sense, but Felix had to be careful. They had to dance around the wording of their contract any way that they could. They’d learned that the hard way.

—

“Men,” Mona hissed bitterly, scrunching her nose. She knew now was probably not the time, so she pursed her lips, nodding as if to encourage Felix to move along in his explanation. “You’re… stuck.” What did that mean? Could it mean something similar to the way she had been stuck, fused to her fox form no matter how many times she had tried to shift out of it? It’d been a flower that had helped her, but she figured that was not the case here. It didn’t seem the same at all. 

“Stuck, because…” Had something been said? A contract signed? “Did you write something down? Sign it?” Mona tried to understand, not completely getting why Felix couldn’t tell her outright. It went completely over her head, just why they wouldn’t be able to. “Was it magic?” In this town, that seemed possible. “There has to be some way to break a spell if that’s the case.” After learning that Felix had worked at the Grit Pit, she’d done some research, but hadn’t gotten very far. It was all kept hush hush.

—

Felix let out a nervous, uncertain half-laugh at her simple statement, looking down at their hands and wringing them together absently. There was no judgment to her tone; he’d known there wouldn’t be, but it was still a relief. They shifted their weight as she asked the inevitable question, shrugging a shoulder and not knowing if they wanted her to drop it or keep pushing. Did it matter, they wondered, if Mona knew the truth if she couldn’t do anything about it? Wouldn’t knowing only serve to make her feel helpless the same way he did? She wouldn’t do what Wyatt and Zane had, wouldn’t go behind their back and make things worse for them because she was trying to make things better. She wouldn’t do what Charlie had, either, wouldn’t get herself into trouble because she wanted to know what Felix wasn’t telling her. He trusted Mona implicitly, but it still felt wrong to drag her into this. The helplessness that came with this situation wasn’t something they’d wish on her.

“It’s… not a spell.” Uncertain frustration tugged at his chest, the contract’s bind wrapping a hand around his throat like a silent warning. “It’s — something else. But it’s not — I can’t break it. The only one who can is…” They trailed off, grimacing. Leo had made it pretty clear that it was up to him whether or not Felix was freed from the Pit, and Felix doubted that he’d ever decide to show mercy. He might have grown bored of being with them, but he never seemed to tire of tormenting them. Felix didn’t know why, didn’t know what they’d done to earn the ire their ex seemed to regard them with. “It’s dangerous to try. Trying is what… got me into trouble.”

—

Mona watched Felix intently, searching their features as they spoke. “Not a spell,” Mona echoed, finally understanding. It was with the help of their comment afterwards. “A fae bind?” She knew that Felix wouldn’t be able to confirm whether or not she was right, but Mona figured that she was. It all felt so obvious now. Felix’s cut descriptions of their work life, of the way they couldn’t mention too much. 

Anger boiled in the pit of Mona’s stomach, an unfamiliar feeling. She flexed her fingers, then leaned up to pull Felix into a hug. “I’m sorry you’ve had to endure this, whether it’s been alone or not.” Surely, if somebody knew, they would have done something to help, right? Or was it not that simple? She recalled the fae bind she had been under and how it had controlled aspects of her life. squared her jaw, getting to her feet. “I understand, but I will try to help you in… other ways.” She offered them a small, encouraging smile. She didn’t know what that looked like yet, but she would brainstorm. She would figure it out. Perhaps she could enlist Inge to help her. “Is there anything you want me to do? That I can do?” She wouldn’t go against their warnings, not because she was self-preserving, but because she knew that by going behind their back, it may result in a harsher sentence. 

—

It was a guessing game, wasn’t it? A quiet back and forth that led to a truth that could only be told in pieces, each new connection bringing as much dread as it did relief. Felix sighed as Mona finally hit the nail on the head, nodding with a small grimace. Was it better to have it out there? There was still so much shame that came with it, like it was a thing he should feel guilty for. Shouldn’t they have known better? Shouldn’t they have been smarter about all of this? How many of their problems would have been solved if they weren’t so stupid? 

Mona pulled them into a hug, and Felix wondered how much they actually deserved her sympathy. “It… I mean, it’s my own fault, isn’t it?” Leo was always eager to remind them of this, always quick to point it out. I can’t do anything to you that you didn’t agree to, you know, he’d say, and Felix couldn’t argue with it. Hadn’t they signed that contract with their eyes wide open? Hadn’t they made every promise they’d ever spoken to Leo on purpose? Everything weighing on them was put there by their own clumsy hands. How much of Mona’s understanding did they really deserve? They sighed, looking down at their feet with a shrug. “I… don’t know what can be done,” they admitted. “I know — I know you shouldn’t try to get me out of it. Going to him, trying to talk to him or threaten him or — That’s not what I want.” Mona, they thought, would listen to this plea. They were sure of it.

—

“No, of course not.” Not all fae were into trickery and word play. Not all of them had dedicated their lives to sending others into a flurry of turmoil and Mona knew that, but it was apparent that whatever fae Felix had run into, that had been their outcome. Mona felt sorry for them, even if she knew they wouldn’t want her to. 

“I won’t do that, I would never do that if you ask me not to.” There was a time and place for ignoring what was asked of her, but when it came to fae binds, things became tricky. Things got… convoluted, and the last thing Mona wanted to do was make things worse for Felix. It was clear that things were already terrible, given his new sleeping arrangements. Had that been a part of it, too? Had Felix willingly given another promise? For the sake of themself, or something else? “Do they have something else over you? The fae, I mean. Aside from the promise?” That was perhaps a good place to start– understanding what had happened to get Felix to this point. 

—

Mona didn’t think it was his fault. She wasn’t the first to assure Felix of this, though it never quite seemed true. Wasn’t Felix the one who had made that promise? Hadn’t they done so with their eyes wide open? Maybe they’d had the wrong idea about what it meant, and maybe they wouldn’t have done it if they hadn’t been so sure that they were helping someone they loved, but hadn’t they still signed that contract of their own free will? They shrugged in response to Mona’s reassurances, unable to believe them fully even if they’d never insult their friend by accusing her of dishonesty. 

“Thank you.” This assurance did bring relief with it. The last thing Felix wanted was for Mona to get into trouble. They didn’t want to get into any more trouble, either, but that was a far more selfish desire. If they got into trouble, they could handle it. If Mona got tied up in all this? Felix didn’t think they’d be able to forgive themself. He shrugged at her question, throat feeling tight. “He… knows me very well. Knows what to… use against me, I guess. He got me to, um, thank him so he could keep me in the boiler room. Because he — My friends went to him. They were trying to help me, but they just… pissed him off. And he didn’t hurt them, and he said I should thank him for that. I didn’t want him to… change his mind, you know? So I — I gave him what he wanted. He’s good at getting what he wants.” The confession made them feel small, but they found they didn’t fear judgment for it. Not from Mona. 

—

Mona refused to become agitated with Felix. His delicate nature and reluctance to believe in himself had been a point of contention before, but at this time, it was impossible to lay in on him about those things. She wanted to believe in him in the way he needed, and perhaps that was to say nothing at all, and instead offer him support in the now instead of speaking to a future that neither of them could clearly see. 

As she listened to Felix explain what had gotten him to the boiler room, she let out an annoyed breath. “Of course. He’s prolonging it, cutting you off.” That had happened to her, in a way. Only, there’d been no promise. It was simply the decaying relationship with her mother and all of the things that were never said, head in a guillotine. “That isn’t your fault. He did something to you to hurt you, and you did something to keep your friends safe. You weren’t wrong for doing that. You do know that, don’t you?” She offered them a small smile, somewhat less encouraging than the last. The situation Felix was in was… far worse than what she had anticipated. “Are you able to tell me the conditions of the promise at all? Is there anything that will fulfill it?”

— 

The thing about Mona, the thing that made her Felix’s best friend in the world, was that no matter the situation, she’d always at least try to understand. The two of them operated differently, there was no doubt about that. They viewed the world through different lenses, understood different parts of it to different extents. But that had never once stopped Mona from at least trying to understand Felix’s point of view. And, once she’d done that, she’d help them find solutions. Mona was proactive, a planner. Sometimes, Felix needed someone like that in their life.

They smiled as that understanding washed over them now, feeling a little lighter in spite of everything. “Yeah,” they confirmed with a small nod. They’d wished, a thousand times over the years, that Leo had just let the break be clean. Why keep Felix around just to torment them? Had they been that bad during the course of their relationship? Had they been so insufferable that Leo genuinely believed they deserved some retribution for it? “I don’t regret it,” they admitted. “Keeping my friends safe, I don’t — I don’t regret that. I’d do it again.” Zane and Wyatt might have messed up, might have gone against what Felix had asked them to do, but they didn’t deserve to be hurt for trying to help him. Sighing, they shrugged. “I just… I’m stuck until he says I’m not. He gets to decide.” Wasn’t that always how it went?

—

Mona knew that Felix would have saved their friends a million times over and ended up in the same spot without much complaint, but it made her upset to know that they blamed themselves for it instead of the person whose fault it actually was. She watched them for a moment longer, a sad smile pulling at the corners of her lips. 

“I wouldn’t figure you would. Regret it, I mean.” But it was awful what had happened to them because they cared so deeply. Mona got to her feet, moving to the opposite side of the kitchen to grab Felix a glass of water. “Well, maybe something can help him decide.” She tossed a glance over her shoulder, “maybe there’s something that can push him forward.” It was a dangerous game to play, and she wouldn’t do anything without their permission, but to see them in this state was infuriating. “We’ll figure it out, Felix.” After the glass was filled, she returned to Felix’s side and placed it in front of him. “I won’t do anything unless you tell me to do it, but I’ll think of ways to help regardless.” 

—

The last thing they wanted was to piss Leo off any more, but they knew there was little risk of Mona running off on her own without their say now that she knew how things had gone for Zane and Wyatt. And, regardless of how things might have gone between them, Felix did like to think of themself as something of an expert on what pissed Leo off. It was the kind of thing they’d learned by necessity throughout their relationship, the sort of lesson that became a survival tactic sooner instead of later. With Felix offering input, maybe they could find a way to… convince Leo without angering him further. It was kind of the only shot they had.

“Thanks, Mona,” they breathed a sigh of relief at her promise, secure in the idea that she wouldn’t act without them. “We’ll figure something out.” Mona was one of the smartest people he knew. With her at their side, Felix was pretty sure they could do anything.

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[orangeblossomsintheair]

BUTCHERED TONGUE | CS55

summary : carlos is going to teach you spanish whether you like it or not.

wc: 0.9k

an : this is a thing my bf does to me so i thought it’d be cute :> non-spanish speaking reader!!

Carlos’ latest obsession is, by far, the most infuriating one yet.

Forget about his short-lived fascination with perfecting latte art or his undying allegiance to the soccer team he won’t shut up about. No, this is worse.

He has declared it his personal mission to teach you Spanish.

The most maddening part? His methods. Subtle? No. Gentle? Not a chance. He’s decided that every sweet moment between you is an opportunity to slip in a little Español.

You’re tangled in the blankets, half-asleep, basking in the comfort of a warm bed when you feel the mattress dip beside you. A soft breath brushes against your cheek, then, nothing. Silence.

Your eyes remain closed, waiting for the familiar morning kiss.

Nothing.

You frown. “…Carlos?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re just… sitting there?”

A pause. Then, his voice, far too smug for the hour, “I’m waiting.”

“For what?” you mumble, burrowing deeper into the blankets.

“For you to ask me properly.”

You crack one eye open. He’s leaning over you, grinning like a cat who caught the canary. “Carlos,” you groan, “kiss me.”

He clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “No, no, no, bebé. En español, por favor.” in spanish, please

Your glare could set the room on fire. “Carlos, it’s too early for this.”

“¿Demasiado temprano para aprender?” Too early to learn?

He gasps dramatically. “Nunca es demasiado temprano para aprender español.” It's never too early to learn Spanish

You groan louder, rolling onto your stomach. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m a dedicated teacher.”

“You’re an obnoxious teacher.”

Carlos leans in closer, lips hovering just out of reach. “Say it. Dámelo.”

Your brain, still fogged with sleep, tries to piece together his demand. “Dámelo… what does that even mean?”

His grin widens. “It means ‘give it to me.’ Very fitting, no?”

You grab a pillow and launch it at his face. He catches it effortlessly, laughing.

“¡Violencia!” he cries, clutching the pillow to his chest. “Is this how you treat your teacher? After all I do for you?”

“Carlos,” you growl.

“Yes, mi amor?”

“Just. Kiss. Me.”

He leans down, lips brushing your ear. “Pídemelo bien.” Ask me better.

You let out a strangled noise. “You’re impossible!”

“I’m waiting~”

You squeeze your eyes shut, gathering the shreds of your dignity. “Carlos, dame un beso.” Carlos, give me a kiss

A satisfied hum leaves his throat. “Mmm, qué bonita suenas cuando hablas español.” Mmm, you sound beautiful when you speak Spanish

And finally—finally—his lips meet yours, soft and warm. You melt instantly, fingers curling into his shirt, pulling him closer.

But it’s over too quickly.

You blink up at him, betrayed. “That’s it?”

He taps his lips. “Your pronunciation was a little off.”

Your mouth drops open. “Excuse me?!”

Carlos laughs, dodging the swipe you aim at him. “Relax, bebé, I’m kidding. Mostly.” He settles back on his elbows, still grinning. “But if you want another one… conjugate el verbo ‘besar’ en presente.” Conjugate the verb 'to kiss' in the present tense

You groan so loudly it rattles the windows. “Carlos!”

“What? It’s very simple. Yo beso, tú besas, él besa…” I kiss, you kiss, he kisses

“Nosotros rompemos,” you snap, throwing the blankets over your head. We're breaking up

Carlos bursts into laughter. “Oh, so now you can conjugate!”

You peek out just enough to glare at him. “You are so lucky you’re cute.”

He smirks, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “Y tú eres muy afortunada de tenerme.” And you are very lucky to have me

You huff but can’t fight the small smile tugging at your lips. “Fine. What’s ‘kiss me again’ in Spanish?”

Carlos lights up like you handed him a trophy. “Bésame otra vez.”

You try to repeat it, but your tongue stumbles. “Bes…a…me otra vez?”

His eyes soften. “Perfecto.”

You hum, feigning thoughtfulness. “And what’s ‘stop being annoying’?”

Carlos gasps. “Deja de ser molesto. But that’s not nearly as romantic.”

“Oh, but it’s accurate.”

“You wound me.” He clutches his chest. “After all this effort to enrich your mind-”

“To torture me.”

“-to nurture your linguistic abilities-”

“Molesto.” Annoying

Carlos leans in, eyes gleaming. “You love it.”

Unfortunately, you kind of do.

—-

Later, Carlos continues his relentless campaign.

You’re in the kitchen, trying to make coffee, when arms wrap around your waist. A chin rests on your shoulder.

“¿Qué haces?” he murmurs into your neck. What're you doing?

You sigh. “Trying to survive.”

“That’s not Spanish.”

“I’m ignoring you.”

“That’s also not Spanish.”

You sigh deeply. “Estoy… intentando… sobrevivir.” I'm trying to survive

Carlos squeezes you, proud. “¡Muy bien!” Very good

“Coffee first. Spanish later.”

“Coffee is Spanish. Café.”

You elbow him lightly. “Stop.”

He laughs but doesn’t let go. “Okay, okay. But when you drink it, say está delicioso.”

“If I spill it on you, that’s intentional.”

“Intencional. Good job, bebé!”

You groan but can’t help laughing.

—-

By afternoon, Carlos has moved on to labeling objects around the house with sticky notes.

You walk into the living room and find the remote with a bright yellow note: control remoto.

The fridge: refrigerador.

Even the dog is not spared, a tiny note precariously taped to its collar: perro.

You stare at Carlos, who is sitting smugly on the couch.

“Really?”

“What? Visual aids are very effective.”

“You labeled the dog.”

Carlos shrugs. “Perro needs to know who he is.”

The dog glares at him and stalks off.

You pluck a sticky note off the lamp. “This is getting out of hand.”

Carlos leans forward. “You’re learning, though.”

“I’m learning to throw these at you.”

“Lánzamelos. Go ahead.” Throw them at me

You throw one at his forehead. It sticks. He doesn’t even blink.

“Wow. Fluent.”

—-

By evening, you’re curled up on the couch, Carlos half-asleep beside you.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” you murmur.

“Mmm. Ridículo.”

You nudge him. “I’m serious.”

His eyes crack open, lazy and soft. “But you’re learning.”

You sigh, letting your head fall onto his shoulder. “Yeah, yeah.”

Carlos smiles, eyes closing again. “Te quiero, bebé.” I love you, baby

You smile against his shirt. “Love you too.”

A beat.

“Say it in Spanish.”

You groan into his chest. “Carlos-”

“Come on…”

“…Yo también te quiero.” I love you too

Carlos hums contentedly, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Perfecta.”

[mariahthelioness29]

Bless me if I am being too forward

jack abbot x nurse!latina!reader

Synopsis: You are a night shift nurse who is loved by everyone; however, you keep attending Dr.Jack Abbot at arm's length, and he confronts you about it, unraveling feelings that were hidden.

Warnings: SMUT, power dynamics due to rank ( attending, nurse), age gap ( mid 20s-30/Jack is in his 40s going to 50), Oral sex (f and m receiving), spanking probably inaccurate way on how to put a leg prosthetic ( I researched as much as I could), a smigde of brat tamer!Jack. Some inappropriate touching in the workplace ( some kissing). Probably inaccuracies on how nurses work Translation from Spanish to English at the bottom  DNI, interact with this fic if you are NOT 18+. If you are triggered by any of the warnings, please do not interact 

I got inspired to write about Dr.Jack Abbot, thanks to these beautiful blogs

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Shout out to Ryan on TikTok for answering some medical questions for this.

It is an uncharacteristically quiet night at the E.R., but Jack is not amused even though he should be. He sees you tending to one patient, a slash on her hand. 

He can hear you explaining to the patient how to treat the slash in Spanish. 

“ Si para esa fecha todavia  la herida  esta roja o tiene pus, tiene que venir para aca de una vez, okay, que tenga buenas noches y cuidese”, you smile at the elderly women. The elderly women nodded in agreement.

“ Ay que bueno que tienen una persona que hable Español, con el dolor, el Inglés me fallo,” they both chuckle.  They said their final goodbye. You go to the board, looking up at the screen, seeing that there is just one more person, but Henry, your best friend, is going to take it. 

You pass near him. You nod to him in acknowledgement, “Dr.Abbot”. He nods back with a smile. One that you don’t return. If Jack from the past saw that he is exasperated because the beautiful, extroverted, life of the party nurse puts a wall between them, he would tell himself to get over it. PTMC is not about making friends but about saving lives. Walsh hates his guts, and he does not give a fuck so why does it matter that you are not at least friendly with him. 

But he sees the way the Medical Assistants were with you. Those three stooges are trying to impress you, and you play along. The security, Ahmed. Shen and Ellis. 

Shen and Ellis are always chatting it up with you. You treat him kindly professionally, but not as part of your friend circle like the others. 

He thought he had made progress with you, the night of Pittfest. When you assisted with his methods. For someone who did not do Combat Medicine, you were on it. 

“Solid Work”, he smiles at you, feeling proud.

“That was all you and Dr.Mohan, I just assisted.” You bow your head a little and smile, too. 

Then you compose yourself, changing to that fucking kind professional but arms at length personality. 

You swallow “ -uhmm, I need to help dismantle all this, thank you for coming on your day off, Dr. Abbot.” You smile and then turn around and leave. 

You left  Jack tongue-tied; he wanted to tell you to take the win and maybe take a coffee with him. 

All the people are gathered at the station for Robby’s speech, but Jack can’t see you, so he looks for you. 

 “ There you are, Robby needs to say some words to everyone ”, he tries to look you in the eye, but you avert his gaze. 

He hears a small but discreet sniffle. It could be dismissed by everyone but him. 

“Hey, look at me”, he says softly when he finds you trying not to cry, composing yourself. 

You look at him, and your eyes are glossy. 

“How could someone do this?” you ask him, holding the tears in your voice. 

He takes a deep breath. 

“Violence just takes over. Come, don’t hold it back”. 

With that, he came closer and hugged you, and you let him, and you finally cried. He let you cry against his chest. You stopped crying shortly after. Jack comforted you, just rubbing his hand on your back. You soak up the feeling. He feels warm, safe, and his perfume is grounding you, but then you realize that you are getting too comfortable, so you part away from  him., 

He looks into your eyes and asks you, “Better now?” You nod

“Never feel shame for feeling for your patients, understood”. He nods. 

You nod.

He opens his backpack and gives you a small pack of tissues. 

You took the tissues and then again composed yourself.

“ I am sorry, thank you, I’ll see you at the nurses station”, he looks at you straighten up like seconds ago, you didn’t hug him, bury your face in his chest, and cry.

Henry finished with the patient and found you. 

“Seriously, I hope they fix the interpreter machine, ‘cause nobody is paying me the differential rate cause I know how to speak Spanish”, you roll your eyes at Henry. 

Henry chuckles at that. “ What are we betting about ?” you ask Henry

“How long until Dr.Shen says that q-word?”, Henry informs you. He is going to say it in 2 hours, and I’m bracing myself. You put the alarm on your watch.  Put the money where your mouth is”, Henry rubs his index and thumb together 

“ Let me go, get a 20 from my purse”, you say to him. 

Again, you pass near him. He sees you going into the locker, getting your bag, and taking out money. The bets. “He’ll participate. 

You go to Ahmed, and he has the money. He follows you there. 

“Hey Ahmed”, you smile

Ahmed smiles back, “I hope you don’t get all our money this time, cause it is scary how accurate you are”, he tells. You shrug,” You never know”, you laugh.” 

You do this often, Jack asks you,” behind you. 

You flinch and turn around. “Oh, Hi, Dr.Abbot, uhm, yeah, you know it’s just something silly we all do, your voice giving away your nerves. “ Uhm-Are you going to..*swallow* participate. 

“Yeah, here is my 40,” he says, giving the money to Ahmed. “I say, he says it in an hour and a half”. “May the odds be ever in your favor, he whispers to you. “Mhmmm”, you smile, tight-lipped, going rigid. 

Ahmed presses his lips in a thin line, trying not to burst into laughter at your nervous stare. “Don’t”, you mouth to Ahmed. 

 Ahmed just lifts his hands in surrender. 

Henry grabs you by the arm, you get startled.” Girl, I saw that”, he smiles maniacally. 

“Babes, you have to step your pussy up and tell him you like him”, Henry whispers making sure Abbot is not near. “ This is my place of employment, he is married, I do not want to be with a married man”, you whisper-shout. 

“I heard from Perlah, the day nurse, that she sometimes does double shifts. That she heard from Dana, the day charge nurse who comes and helps us from time to time, that he's a widower. The guy just loved his wife, and maybe he's used to it; that’s why he does not take the ring off.

Do with that info what you will. If I were you, that Dilf would’ve been fucked out on my bed tonight,stat. Your mouth stays agape.

 “Henry! You’re on a time-out”. 

“ How about you get some time out, get some good vintage dick, how about that ”, he answers with all the sass he has. You pushed him gently. “Go help your patients”, you cut him off, laughing. 

You see him, staring at you with an unreadable expression.  You feel your heart rate starting to go quicker. You look at him also with an unreadable face, waiting for him to say something, or come to you. 

Jack looks at you, but he thinks, “What the hell is going on?” You flinch near him. He needs to find out why. What is it about him that makes you so nervous? “Was it because he saw you so vulnerable after the PittFest? 

He comes to you, his face serious. “Could we talk in private ?” he asks you, but you know better; he is not asking. You nod nervously. The call room? You ask meekly. He just nods.

 You follow him to the call room. He opens the door for you and motions you to come in. He closes it. 

“I am going to be blunt, what is it ?” he crosses his arms and stands against the door.

You chuckled in disbelief. “What?”

“You avoid me, you flinch when I am near you, you just talk to me about the necessary. If I have done something to offend you, I am sorry.”Jack let his arms fall and came closer to you. “You don’t do this to anyone but me, Henry, Larry, Paolo, Ahmed, Patricia, everyone here laughs at your jokes, at the music you and Henry play in the breakroom. What are you so closed off to me? Is this about Pittfest ?” he looks puzzled. 

You freeze, looking like a deer in headlights. 

“I-”, you try to speak, but it does not come out. 

The few seconds of silence feel like hours, and you close your eyes for a moment. 

“Say something”, Jack urges 

“Alright fuck it”, you groan in annoyance. 

“This is so embarrassing”, you shake your head. 

“I like you, OK, it is very distracting, since the first moment I saw you, and I know you are married because you have a ring on your finger. But everything about you just gets me going. I thought it was some little stupid crush, but working with you, I realize it is not just a silly little crush, and since Pittfest, I have relived that hug in my head so many times. Happy”, you roll your eyes at him. 

You feel so embarrassed, you need to get out, so you move to the door, but he grabs your arm and yanks you to him. 

Jack smirks and looks at you, shaking his head. “I like you too, but you made me feel unwanted, you’re paying for that, just wait and see.” He takes your hand and intertwines it with his. “And don't you roll your eyes at me, brat”, he warns you, putting his index up.  I am a widower, I just wear the ring, just cause I feel naked without it”, you see his face soften with melancholy.

You let out a sigh of relief, but you still look at him like you cannot believe it. Jack kisses the top of your hand. 

“ I am sorry about your wife”, you say in earnest. 

He just shrugs with his head down. 

Then he pecks your cheek. You close your eyes at the feeling, feeling warm inside. Then he kissed the corner of your mouth. He gets so close that you breathe in his breath.

“ Give in”, he whispers while stroking your face with his thumbs, holding your face. 

“Just give in already ”, he whispers against your mouth

“It’ll feel good”, looks directly in the eyes and nods. 

You nod too, your lips parting, and then he kisses you so softly as if you are going to break. His kiss keeps getting momentum, getting a little tougher til he grabs you by the back of your head, swipes your lips with his tongue, and deepens the kiss. Your hands caressing his back, going to fist his curls. He moans at that, and you like the sound of it.  He lifts your leg, wrapping it around his waist, and he stops kissing, looking deep into your eyes. You don’t know what he is looking for in your eyes, but you look back at him, then he slowly goes and kisses your neck. You pull him closer to you, you are writing against him, feeling the hard-on he already has. 

You sigh a moan. You feel his hands going under your scrubs. His touch is soft but gruff. His hands tell the tale of a man who has been on the edge and lived to tell the tale. You keep enjoying that feeling and kiss some more, but you see the clock with the PTMC logo, and you wake up from the daze of his kisses. 

“We can’t…not here”, your voice sounded breathless. 

But you still kiss, sucking a little on his lower lip. 

“ Then stop...”, Jack dares you. 

But you kiss again, one last time, slowly enjoying his breath, the very hard and big hard-on he has, his sounds, the feel of his lips against yours, those curls in your hand before stopping.

“ I need to... our jobs.” You close your eyes and part from him. 

Jack bops your nose with his index finger. “ This isn’t over”, he makes it clear. 

“I know”, you acknowledge, the few seconds of silence sealing what is sure will happen after this shift or another. 

You laugh, “You have pink gloss. You swipe your thumb over his lips. 

He laughs softly and then licks his lips.” I like it, cherry flavor”, he notices. 

He turns and rearranges his pants so that no one notices how hard he is. 

“Go, I am sure we’re needed”, you tell him. 

He goes to the door, but before he opens it, he comes to you and gives you another deep kiss, leaving you surprised. With that, he opens the door and goes.

You stay stunned for a second before mentally smacking yourself. 

You fish out your lip gloss and small mirror from the pocket of your pants 

You reapply your gloss, making sure that nobody knows you made out with Dr.Abbot, fixing yourself, your hair, and  you reach for the door

It is still quiet, some patients here and there. You do your rounds for the people still waiting for a bed upstairs.

In the nurse station, Dr.John Shen is sipping his Dunkin cold brew, he lets out an exasperated “Fuck, it’s quiet “ and everyone in vicinity groans. 

You look up at the ceiling and pinch the bridge of your nose while there is a beep sound from your watch. He said it in two hours, you win. “John Shen, I hate you and I love you. You kiss his cheek while speeding to Ahmed, leaving a confused Shen on your way to Ahmed.

You sing to Ahmed “ My hmm shaking ass with their hand out pay up .pay up”, while stretching your fingers out to him. He just shakes his head. He gets the money out of his pocket.  A neat wad of cash tied up with an elastic. 

You smile at him, “ winning, it never gets old, thank you, everyone”, you sing the last part. 

 Your celebration does not last long cause here come the people. 

You hear your charge nurse saying that patients are incoming. 

‘Thank you, Shen”, you grumble

“You’re welcome, without me, you wouldn’t have that money”, he smiles 

“Alright, you and me together”, Jack surprises you, but you don’t flinch. 

“Where were you?” You turn around.

“Calming down, taking care of what you left behind”, Jack breaths out. 

“These are the miracles of being a woman, no one knows,” you smile, biting your lip. 

You see the paramedics coming, you and Jack jumped into action. 

The hours seem to pass, accidents, drunk people fights, a stabbing, a burned patient, gun shot patients, by the time you have to chance to lift your head, it is 7 A.M Your feet hurt, you are exhausted, and you feel like a mess. 

You take your bags out of the locker and you feel someone, something staring holes behind your back, and you don’t have to turn around. You know exactly who. 

“Congratulations, you won”, he says, giving you a small smile. 

“Thank you, but that money is going somewhere else”, you deadpan. 

“What a shame that money should be for you, he caressed his neck.

“Yeah, it is what it is”, you look resigned. 

Jack does not like that resigned look on your face.  

“ I didn’t see your car today,, He states. 

“I mean, I always hear it, thumping a good bass, I don’t know what type of music that is. He explains while he gets next to you. 

“My car is at the mechanic, I am taking an Uber,” you explain to him, while he leans against your locker with his military backpack hanging from one shoulder. 

Jack is pensive. He knows you won’t accept it if he offers to pay for your car.  He’ll convince you at breakfast. 

“No”, he blurts out.  

“ I’ll take you”, he offers 

“ You don’t have to, I am sure you are as beat as me”, you explain.

He gets just a little close and just shrugs, “ wasn’t asking”. 

“ You can’t just order me around”, you defy him, but there is a glint in your eye. 

Jack catches it. 

“ That was not what I saw in the call room, that girl was willing to follow my lead”, he quips back, tilting his head to the side. 

You sigh. “ I think if I go with you, we will continue, and I don’t want to continue, feeling like this, looking like this”, you gesture to yourself. 

“ You could wear a potato sack and still be gorgeous”, he looks at you up and down.

“Nothing will happen, just some breakfast at that cozy place near here, something to drink that is not coffee, then I’ll take you home and ask you for a date. He looks at you for confirmation. 

“O.k.” You just feel your face warm, and look at him barely. 

You walk together 

Henry crossed paths with you, and his eyes almost bulged out, but he quickly gained composure when he saw Abbot look from his phone to him. 

” Hi, Dr. Abbot, hey girl,, he greets.

“Hey, Henry, how are you?” Jack offers. 

“Another day in paradise”, Henry gestures to the room.

Abbot nods in understanding 

“Girl, I was looking for you to give you a ride”, Henry explains. 

“Thank you, Henry, but Dr. Abbot offered me a ride.” You act as if this interaction is not going to have Henry screaming at your messages later in the day.

“ Sure, any day, take care of her, Dr.”, Henry tells Jack jokingly, but there is an edge of protectiveness at the take care of her.

“ I will”, Jack answered with an unspoken understanding. 

“We'll talk later, we have some plans”, Henry wiggles his brows. 

“I see you around, girl.”,

“Bye, Henry.”

“Have a good day, Dr. Abbot”,

“Goodbye, Henry.” With that, Henry goes his way. 

“I am sorry about Henry, he is very protective of me”, you tell him. You felt the understanding between Henry and Jack. 

“ No, I like him, you two are good friends.” he takes your hand, and you get into the parking spot. He opens the door of his car and helps you to get in. 

The ride was quiet, short, but not uncomfortable. 

You look at the window, and you feel his hand on top of your thigh. 

“Penny for your thoughts”, Jack asks you.

“Nah, it has been a night from making out with you to seeing you cauterizing a patient. You huff. 

Jack gives you a tired smirk. 

“ I thought finally, we had a once-in-a-blue-moon quiet night”, Jack confesses.

“It’s the Pitt, I lost hope”, you laugh. 

At the coffee shop, you enjoy small coffees, cause at the start of the day, you need a caffeine breakfast with some orange juice.

The conversation flows between you. 

“ Why did you never say anything to me, that you felt as much as I do:, you ask him. Putting his hand on top of his. 

“ Well”, Jack takes a sip of his orange juice before speaking.  

“Look at me and look at you, I am an attending, you’re a nurse, young, I am old, greying hair, wrinkles, I don’t know what you see”

“Don’t say that, it makes you hotter”, you confess, licking your lips. 

Jack truly laughs at that. 

“Thank you, it has been a long time, someone call me hot”. 

“You’re welcome.”

You keep eating, talking in between about everything from his days in the military, your days as a nursing student, till the topic circles to his wife. 

“ I know the ring makes you uncomfortable”, he notices

“What?”, you look puzzled 

“I see you look at it”. 

“What if, like the way it looks on your hand”, you shrug

“I will take it off, for me, for you, this isn’t just some adventure to me, I know what I want”, he assures you. 

You nod, just taking it all in. 

“What is it that you want?” you answer, shifting a little forward

“You”, Jack answered simply, with no hesitation. 

“This, being together, being for one another, making you smile, that smile when you dip your head down, my favorite”, he explains. 

“ I come to realize, I don’t like seeing you upset, keep the money you won on the bet, I’ll pay for your car”, Jack states.

“Jack, this is barely a first encounter, and you want to pay for my car”, you question, but you’re amused. 

“Yeah”

“I’ll do it, give me your details, I'll send you the money, I’m not playing.”, 

“Alright, if you say so”, you are skeptical, but you give him your information and how much the damage costs. 

You finish eating, get in the car, and Jack, as the gentleman he is, opens the door of the vehicle for you. He takes you home.

“Home, sweet home”, Jack announces, putting the car in park. 

“Thank you for telling me that you like me”, he leans in and kisses you. 

The kiss feels soft but confident, his hand cupping your face. 

“ I can get a chef table at that fancy place everyone is raving about, I know the chef, saved his hand with Walsh, he promised me one chef table, 7:30, I’ll pick you up”. 

He kisses you one more time, sealing the promise of your date. 

“Have a good sleep”, you kiss his cheek before opening the door, but he stops you. 

“ You know the deal”, his face becomes stern. 

You close the door and let him open it again for you. 

You slump against the door, and when you close it behind you. 

“What a night, what a day”, you contemplate. 

You relive that kiss, the feeling of his hands, his caress, the way he wants to care for you. 

You hear a ping, and it is a Cash App notification from Jack with a message “for your car, and you, J.” Your eyes bulged at the amount.

During the days leading up to your date, you keep it undercover, as best as you can. There is always a discreet hand on your lower back, guiding you. A conversation. A stolen kiss when you least expected it, making sure no one saw. 

The day you both are off comes. You are getting the last touches of your makeup and putting on more perfume for your date with Jack. You hear your phone; it's a message from Jack: “I’m here.” 

You open your door, and there is Jack with flowers in his hand.

“Flowers? Did you step out of a romance book?” you say while taking the flower from his hand and giving him a small peck on the lips. You invite Jack in. 

 It’s been a very long time since I went on a date, last I knew, women like flowers”, he explains. 

You pick a clear vase that you had on your table.

“You look”-Jack puffs out his breath

“You like it? Just something I put on”, you gesture to your dress. 

“You look beautiful”, you see him admiring you. 

Jack looks around. The apartment is small, but you made it yours, cozy.

He sees putting the vase with the flowers on the table. 

“Ready ?” he asks you.

You nod, “Ready.”

The restaurant was gorgeous, and your table was separated from the rest.

Of course, Jack opened the chair for you. 

You see him anxious. You have to laugh. 

“ I am going to be blunt, what is it ?” you ask him. 

“ Nothing, is just that, I haven’t done this in a long time, I am rusty”, he admits 

“ The man, who took me to the best restaurant in the city, brought me flowers, paid for my car, gave me money to buy this dress, has been nothing but a gentleman, you call that rusty, I can’t wait when you’re smooth”, you take a sip of your wine. 

Jack just takes a breath and also drinks from his wine. 

“Just wait and see”, he assures. 

The conversation flows between you, and by the time you notice, you are the last in the restaurant. 

You were telling him about your first day without a preceptor and how chaotic that day was. 

Jack laughs, “Now that was baptism by fire, baby”. 

Ughh, so embarrassing”, you shake your head, still cringing from that day. 

“Holy shit, we’re the only people in here left, they are praying to every entity for us to go”, you realize. 

Jack paid the bill, gave the server a nice cash tip, and went back to your apartment. 

He parks, and he just looks at you, and he intertwines your fingers with yours and brings his lips to the top of your hand. 

“Thank you”, he breathes out. 

“You're welcome, I haven’t had this much fun in a while”. You bit your lip, smiling. 

“ Want a nightcap ?” you ask him. 

“ I would love to”,  Jack confesses.

You open your door and then enter. 

“ Make yourself at home”, you tell Jack while you take your heels off. 

You sigh in relief, taking them off. 

“ Want a massage ?, Jack offers “Sure, why not? , you accept 

Jack is sitting on your couch, and he sees you go to your room and come back with lotion. 

 You sit at the other end of the couch, letting your feet rest on his lap, and throw the lotion at him. 

He catches it.

He put lotion on his hands and put it on the small table next to the couch. 

He began to massage your feet, making sure all the stress leaves your feet. 

You moan tossing your head back “fuck, you’re good at that”. “Ouu, don’t say it like that, I can be good at other things”, Jack warns you. 

“What other ways?” you ask, feeling warm on your chest. 

“I'd rather show you than tell you”, Jack licked his hips, and he kept massaging your calf. 

“I would like that”, you whisper, feeling your brain short-circuit a little. 

That was all Jack needed you to say.

He lifts one of your legs and kisses your ankle. 

“Come here”, he beckoned you with his fingers. 

You get off the couch, then come to stand in front of him. 

He grabs your hand and tugs you to him and makes you straddle him. 

“God, you’re beautiful”, he whispers, caressing and groping you before kissing you. 

His kiss takes you by surprise; he deepens it as soon as he can, his hand wrapped around the base of the back of your neck, stabilizing you, pulling just right on his center. You writhe and grind, feeling him under his pants. You take a breather, parting just to breathe. He slides the straps of your dress, takes your bra off, throwing it, not caring where it lands. 

You feel him peppering kisses all over your chest before taking one of your breasts into his mouth, looking up at you, while grabbing the other in his hand. 

 You look back at him, biting your lips, trying to stifle your moans, and also getting your fingers on his greying curls. 

He stops and grabs you tightly by your hips. 

“Either you let me hear it or I stop”, he warns you.

You nod, and he looks at you one more time before putting his hand again on your breast and sucking on the other one. You keep grinding against him and he keeps alternating between your breasts, sicking, licking, and giving them a bite. You stop him so that you can take his shirt off. You unbutton his shirt in a hurry, impatient, and you both work on taking it off, and you also throw it on the floor. 

Now you're the one, taking over, raking your nails over his back, while kissing his neck. He hisses and grunts, throwing his head back. You kiss his shoulders and also stop to admire the freckles that adorn his arms and his shoulders. 

“I like these”, you admire the freckles on his shoulders. Your hands go to his belt, unbuckling it. 

Then you see in his eyes, the way he went rigid, his breath stuttered a little.  

“Hey, look at me”, you grab his hand and give his lip a little peck. 

He doesn’t say anything, just averts his gaze. 

“What is it?” his eyes are closed, and he takes a deep breath. He was stuttering “-my- le-

“Jack, I don’t care about your leg, it’s part of who you are and I fucking like everything about you “, you are the one looking for his eyes. 

He closes his eyes and then looks at you again.  He just nods. 

He lets you help him with taking his pants off, and you see him, just in his boxers.

You stand in front of him, letting the dress fall off you. 

“Let me take them off”, he said, looking at your lace panties. You get closer to him and stretch your hand to him.

“How about we take this to the bedroom ?, you prompt 

He takes your hand and helps himself get on the couch. 

He follows you to the bedroom. 

In your bedroom, you go on your knees and slide his boxers off, letting his dick spring free. 

You can’t disguise the shock on your face. Jack chuckles at that.  “Now, how is that going to fit?” you wonder out loud. 

“ Don’t worry, it will”, Jack assured you, making you look up time by grabbing your chin between his thumb and index.

“Sit at the edge, get comfortable”, you point at the bed, and he does that. 

It is a short distance, so you crawl to him, never taking your eyes off him. 

Jack knows he is a lost man when he sees you crawling to him; he has to have to touch himself for some relief. 

You caress, his thighs and begin to lick the tip while he continues to jerk his dick. Seeing you on your knees kissing his tip,  he needs to look up or otherwise he’ll cum. You keep doing that kissing, lick his tip, sucking it on that part that make his thigh shake and his moans stutter. 

You take over, pushing his hand away, your head bopping up and down, and your hand also massaging his balls. Jack becomes a puddle of just moans, growls, and whines when you take him as deep as you can. 

 You look up to him, teary-eyed, your eyes have lust written all over them. Jack needs to stop you so he fists your hair in his hand and yank you away from his cock and brings you up to him, kissing you stealing whatever breath is left. 

“ I don’t want to cum yet”, not letting go of your hair. 

“Lie across my lap, we've got things to settle”, he tells you while manhandling you so you can lie across my lap. 

You lift from him a little, and he slides your panties off. 

He gropes your ass so that he can see how wet your are, how you are pulsing around nothing. 

“Oh, baby, all of that for me?” Jack says with a faux-surprised tone. 

Jack caresses your ass cheek before striking, taking you completely off guard. 

Your yelp ends in a moan. 

“That’s for keeping me at arm’s length all this time”, he confesses, and he starts to insert one finger inside of you, hissing along with you. 

You felt him teasing you from the inside, you feel your breath getting stuck in your lungs, then he enters another one, and that's when you feel that electric feeling buzzing all over, and you let out your loudest moan yet. 

“Atta girl, that’s where it is, baby ?” he asks you

You nod fast, you can’t answer, not with him making his fingers touch that spot. 

You can hear your wetness, and it should make you feel self-conscious, but you revel in it instead. 

With his other hand, he grabs you by the neck, firmly.

“Answer me”, he slows the speed of his fingers 

“Yes, that’s where it is”, you answered back, all slurred and with a mewl. 

He takes his fingers out and just licks them. He makes sure you hear it. 

You press your thighs together. 

He began the sweet torture of spanking you and fingering you until you’re about to cum and repeat. 

“Fuck, it makes me jealous when you kissed Shen on the cheek”, he spanks you again. 

You’re so pent up, you whine. 

“ I like the sound of that”, he manhandles you, getting you off his lap. 

You're on your back, and you are surprised by the way he just manhandles you. 

“I want to taste you, sit on my face”, he grunts 

Jack-, you chuckle a little, taken aback. 

“Don’t overthink it, just do it”, He yanks you closer to him and gives you kisses from pecks to deep ones with tongue until he lays flat on your bed and makes you straddle until his mouth is right aligned with your pussy, he grabs your hips making you sit on his face. 

He starts slow, calculated, but still relentless, you see him reach for his cock, eating you out while jerking himself off. 

You ride his face in pleasure, your moans and his groans, moans mix.

You lift off his face to let him breathe. He stands up, putting you on his side, and takes your ankle, dragging you to the edge of the bed. You giggle and let him do it. And he goes on his knees.

“Oh, look at her just waiting for me, just perfect”, he is more talking to himself than to you. 

You are supported by your elbows, looking at him, dipping down and begin to kiss your inner thighs, giving them playful bites, before he goes and makes out with pussy. He is ravenous, and you don’t know what to do; your hand flies to his hair, tugging him closer, riding the waves of pleasure.

He loops his arm around your thighs, and you can’t close your legs even if you want to. 

He puts pressure on you clit, sucking it, licking it. 

You are seeing stars when you feel his fingers slip in, while he sucks on your clit. His finger does that come here motion non-stop, his moans, the way he looks at you, you feel the pressure in your stomach, you feel your brain go fuzzy, you want to feel it, but at the same time, you are squirming away. 

He puts his hand on your lower stomach, making you stay still. 

“I don’t think so, he reprimands you. 

 Just let it happen, give in, sweetheart”, he pleads with you. 

“I want to see it”,  he grunts, going steadier and faster with his fingering, and that’s when you gasp and see your release flowing out of you, your thighs shaken. 

You say his name over and over in a dazed, slurred state, and Jack knows he is an addict. He will make you do this anytime he can. 

“Fuck, yes”, he groans in arousal

Not caring how you wet his chin, the sheets, his hand.

He stands up and hovers over you with one hand holding him up, and you take his hand and suck his fingers, looking at him, moaning at your taste. 

“Good girl”, he breathes out before kissing you as if he tries to find your taste still on your tongue. 

“I need you, I have condoms but they're in the living room”, he whispers against your lips.

“Right nightstand, second drawer”, you caress his back. He gets up and goes there to pick up a condom. He rips the packet and puts it on. 

You feel your nerves skyrocket. 

He hovers above you, you kiss again, softly and deeply, consuming you before he lines up with your entrance and goes in. You both got your moans stuck in your throats. 

You feel him so deep, making space for him just for him. He starts moving slow, kissing your neck sucking on the pulse point, making your legs tighten around him. You feel lightheaded. 

“Fuck, she’s sucking me in, you want me that much, baby?”, he whispers in your ear, his tone laced somehow with a little bit of cockiness and disbelief. 

It is so hypnotizing, his voice, the way he moves in and out of you, it just slipped out in a whisper “daddy”, your eyes beginning to roll. Ecstasy all over, but then you realize, gasping, covering your mouth, trying to get him off of you. 

But he just put more of his weight on you, with that smirk 

“ What did you say to me ?” He asks you, grabbing your face 

You shake your head, 

“Say it”, he says, kissing your neck again, angling his hips so that he hits that spot. 

“Let me hear it”, he whispers 

“Daddy”, you whisper 

“You want me to be your daddy, huh? I’ll be your Daddy from now on”, he groans with a grunt he pulls out. 

He grabs one of your pillows, placing it under you by your hips. Making you lie flat, he caresses your back your legs, your ass, admiring the curves your body. 

“So pretty”, he whispers in awe, while he is on his knees, straddling you from behind and making your hips raise a little. 

He is in you and all over you. You can only let out choked moans while he puts some of his weight on you, wrapping his arm around your throat, but not choking you, just for you to feel him. 

“Fuck”,  you moan all drawn out. 

He just grunts and moans in your ear. 

“You’re mine, he breathes out against your shoulder. 

“I’m yours”, you tell him, while your lips barely touch. 

He feels you tighten around him, thrashing against him as best as you can in this position. 

You mewl.

“Give me what’s mine, sweetheart”, he encourages you, tightening the grip on his arm around your throat with expertise, 

You feel the air leave your lungs at the same time, you’re coming.

You feel every nerve sing, pulse, while you pretty much howl and moan, grabbing the sheets beneath you.

That’s what does it for him. He doesn't stop, he fucks you through your orgasms without a shadow of mercy. You’re babbling, moaning.

He knows he is there ready to cum 

“Oh, fuck, I-”, his voice trembles before his grunts and moans cut his sentence. 

He comes wishing he didn’t have to use a condom, wishing he could feel you. 

He moves his hips against you till he spends and drops on top of you, trying to control his breathing. His breath fanned the side of your face, and you liked his weight on top of you. 

“Mmm”, you close your eyes, with a dopey smile. 

He is getting off of you when you stop him.

“Noooo, just a little more”, you whine

“Sweetheart, I am crushing you right now”, he chuckles a little winded. 

“Don’t care”, you say, a little muffled 

After a couple of seconds, he slips out slowly with care. 

He stands up and takes the condom off carefully,

You turn on your back. Seeing him naked, going to your bathroom to throw the condom away. 

You are so screwed, it should not make you that giddy, seeing him prancing in your room naked. 

“ What are you so giddy about, huh ?, he asks, getting back on the bed and pulling you so that your head lies on his chest and your leg is over his hips. 

“You have a nice ass, Dr. Abbot”, you hide your face 

“Well, my face is not much, so I have to do something else”, he says, all serious. 

You both laugh at that. 

“You need to take that off”, you remind him, pointing at the prosthetic. 

Jack nods. 

“Would it be bad if I say I was going to do it when you were asleep ?” he confesses. 

“I want to help you, I know you’re always used to do things yourself, but sometimes people want to help, I want to help you, this part of you, if we’re going to keep doing this- you kiss him softly but feel of promise- then I have to take care of you, just like you take care of me”, you tell him. 

He kisses you again, and there is a glow in his eyes like he wants to cry, but he is not letting it. 

“C’mon, let's sit you down.” You let him sit up again. 

You get in front of him.

“There is a valve a the bottom, unscrew it, he instructs you, and you do as told. 

You hear the air releasing. 

Pull slowly, he further instructs you.

You keep doing as he tells you, waiting for instructions

Pull the sleeve slowly, he bit his lips, taking a deep breath. 

You do as told. 

You check his skin for any redness or irritation. You have the lotion ready to massage his stump, and you do that, 

then you clean the socket and sleeve with a cleanser. You put the prosthetics next to the side of the bed he is on. 

He takes a deep breath, swallows before saying “thank you”,

“You’re welcome”, you smile and lift yourself to kiss him again. he cups your face and then puts his forehead on top of yours. 

You help him lie down, and he makes you rest on his chest. He kisses the top of your head. 

It is silent yet not uncomfortable; it feels as though it is meant to be. Jack feels a warmth in his chest. He looks at you, you were tracing his freckles with your fingers, but you fell asleep while doing it.

He still can’t believe he’s here in your apartment, on your bed, without his leg, and you want him, all of him. 

Jack hasn’t felt so vulnerable in a long time. He kisses the top of your head again. 

You woke up looking at Jack splayed out on your bed, sleeping without a worry, and you like that look on his face. You get up and go to the bathroom and see the state Jack left you in in the mirror. 

You take a bath, clean yourself, and put on something comfortable. 

You step out of your bathroom into your room, and you see him still sleeping.

You pick all your clothes, shoes, both yours and his, from the living room and the bedroom, and put them on the chair in your bedroom

You go back to your kitchen and start thinking about what to cook with your phone. 

You get the ingredients out of the fridge, you’re going to cook for two. You put on music on the phone, some Latin music your mother used to hear. 

And you start prepping, cooking, not noticing Jack is in his boxers, with his leg on, watching you dance, singing in Spanish with a spatula. 

Jack does not need any confirmation; his new goal in life is to wake up like this, just you singing, being happy. 

translation Spanish to English:

“ Si para esa fecha todavia  la herida  esta roja o tiene pus, tiene que venir para aca de una vez, okay, que tenga buenas noches y cuidese” If by that date, the slash is still red or has pus, you need to come back here at once, okay, have a good night, and take care.  Ay que bueno que tienen una persona que hable Español, con el dolor, el Inglés me fallo Oh, what good, that there is a person who speaks Spanish, with the pain, English failed me

[knuppitalism-with-ue]

Something that has both fascinated me and frustrated me to no end as of late are the lacrimal crests of allosauroids and other such theropods. No living theropods, to my knowledge, possess such structures. The closest analog I could find were Geese. I'm being driven up a wall trying to figure out what they would have been covered with in life. How would they have been incorporated into the face of the theropod? What display structures could they support? Air sacs, keratin, or caruncles? How pneumatized were they? Were they even for display? Most paleoartists just reconstruct them as odd stones sitting on top of the animals head, or say they were just for shading the eyes, but that can't be it, right? It feels like something is missing.

As a Paleoartist, is there anything you can say on this? Because I don't know nearly enough.

Oh boi, this is a tricky one.

Cranial ornaments come in all kinds of shapes, sizes and surface textures. For Allosaurus it seems likely that they simply had keratin sheets on top of the lacrinal crests, at least that's what the rough surface and striations suggest. However it also seems like air sacs were reaching up from the antorbital fenestra

This is how I would reconstruct that part of Allosaurus in the moment.

There could have been more though, you can see in this photo of the skull of Big Al II that this animal had large opening behind the lacrinal crests, so there could have been other structures involved.

Maybe even better to look at is this 3d scan of Arkhane, from Brussels.

This could have been related to theroregulation, more display structures or simply further weight reduction.

There is quite a bit of wiggle room when it comes to the interpretation of dinosaur facial features and there is way too much already published and at the same time too little to put it all into a single blog post.

Also not all dinosaurus follow this patters, the cranial crests of oviraptorosaurs show no good indication for keratin crests for example. So it's better to say good bye to cassowary interpretations of these animals and instead cover them in skin and/or inflatable sacs, because these hollow chambers appear to be extensions of the sinuses. (my version of Corythoraptor on the right, Citipati from Wikipedia on the left.)

And then again in other theropods like Abelisaurs we see very rugose skull tops but without the striations you see on the lacrinals of Allosaurus, potentially indicating large scales. Here my, slightly over the top, interpretation of Skorpiovenator. And even then: within abelisaurus you have stuff like Carnotaurus which shows clear signs of keratin sheets on its horns.

This all has been complicated in recent years with new methods in bone histology, because as it turns out the internal structure of a bone can tell us stuff about it's outside, that's how we for example found out that Amargosaurus neck spines were no horns and probably conected with soft tissue, or that the osteoderms of notosuchians were covered by skin like in leatherback turtles.

Going back to Allosaurus and other allosauroids. Keratin sheets, scales, air sacs, all these were probably present in these animals, but their exact distribution is still a question of debate.

Here a paper from a few years back that maps para-nasal sinuses in extent and extinct archosaurus which gives you a little idea how complex their internal anatomy could get

https://anatomypubs.onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/pdfdirect/10.1002/ar.20794

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

So last month I was doing some statistics to find the "top Bagginshield fics" and I thought I would post my findings. First, I'm going to explain my process. I looked at the top 25 fics for hits, kudos, and bookmarks in the Bagginshield tag. Some of these overlapped which gave me 40 fics to work with. I then used these stats to rank the fics in 3 different ways: Rank by Stat, Rank by %, and Rank by Monthly Stat.

Rank by Stat- I assigned each stat a numerically value. So for example, the highest hit would get a score of 40, the second highest hit would get a score of 39, so on and so forth, the lowest getting a score of 1. For each fic they got a numerical value for hits, kudos, and bookmarks. I then added these numerical values together and ranked each fic from highest to lowest score. This tended to favor long running multi-chapter fics.

Rank by %- I divided the kudos by number of hits, and the bookmarks by number of hits. I turned these values into a percent. I then combined the two percents together. I ranked the fics from highest percent to lowest percent. This tended to favor short running one-shots.

Rank by Monthly Stat- Finally, I divided each stat (hits, kudos, and bookmarks) by the number of months that fic has been "live". So from the month the first chapter was posted until December of 2024. I then repeated the process I did for for Rank by Stat with the numerical values and ranked these fics from highest to lowest as well. This tended to favor the "younger" fics, but the 40 fics I worked with were mostly made around the same time so this really became a buffer score of sorts.

I then averaged these three ranks and that's what made the list below. It's definitely not a perfect method. For one thing, my sample bias was to only choose the top 25 of each category to begin with which didn't allow for a lot of newer fics to have the opportunity to be ranked. But this is the list I created! I would love to hear in the comments which of your favorites made the list and which didn't. I certainly had a large number of fics in my personal top 25 that didn't make the cut.

Top 25 Bagginshield Fics Statistically

You Got Me by drunkonwriting

Planting a Hobbit by northerntrash

Para Bellum by RyuuzaKochou

lay down your sweet and weary head by Elenothar

Safe and Distant by Lindzzz

A Shot in the Dark by Silver_pup

Call You Home by northerntrash

An Eye For Quality by Linelen (Linelenagain)

Sansûkh by determamfidd

A Passion For Mushrooms by Chrononautical

The Color of Possibility by lindoreda

Comes Around Again by scarletjedi

The Naming of Hobbits by Margo_Kim

An Expected Journey by MarieJacquelyn

Something Blue by Lapin

Gardening by The Feels Whale (miscellea)

An Unexpected Addition by karategal

The "Dying" Hobbit by Resacon1990

A Most Sensible Idea by HildyJ

Growing Dwarves (And Kingdoms) by Lumeleo

Made and Remade the Necklace of Songs by pibroch (littleblackdog)

Burned To A Cinder by ferretbaby

The Mediator by Mynuet

Hearts Will As Hearts Must by determamfidd

The Riven Crown by BeautifulFiction

[itblackggirl]

Método "Just Trust Me" by Me / Method "Just Trust Me" by Me!

pt-br - eng!

"Who is Victoria? I don't know her, she's a real person?'

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Oii meus amores! A thread será dividida nos seguintes tópicos!

1- O que é o método “Just Trust Me”?

2- Por que esse nome?

3- Como funciona?

4- Recomendações.

5- Success Story.

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1 - O que é o método “Just Trust Me” ?

O método foi criado por mim, Natasha, depois de uma observação baseada em uma crença que todos temos desde crianças: No escuro há algo ameaçador, como um bicho ou uma pessoa.

Ele foi baseado nessa teoria que foi reescrita por mim e usada para assumir aparência ou corpo desejado! Eu não sei se ela pode ser usada para outra finalidade sem ser essa, porque da forma que eu fiz, ela é mais usável para aparência e corpo.

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2 - Por que esse nome?

Todos nós, quando pequenos, ou na grande maioria, temos medo do escuro. Não sei vocês, mas eu sou filha única e dormia no meu quarto sozinha e de noite era um BREU! Sério, não dava pra ver nada, eu era um pouco medrosa e criativa então em um canto específico eu sempre via algo lá, seja uma sombra preta se mexendo ou até “alguém” lá! Mesmo que eu SOUBESSE que não tinha nada lá.

Mas por que eu via algo? Porque meu cérebro usava meu sentimento dominante no momento e fazia eu VER o que eu imaginava que tinha lá, basicamente se na minha mente eu via uma pessoa, automaticamente isso se refletia na minha realidade através do meu sentimento dominante que era o medo.

Por isso o nome “Just Trust Me” já que ele veio da teoria do escuro, porque nós “vemos” essas coisas no escuro, nosso cérebro faz com que acreditemos nele! No que ele tá dizendo, afinal, se o cérebro diz que tem algo lá, é porque tem! Isso faz com que a gente ACREDITE nele! Por isso o nome “Just Trust Me” que traduzindo é “apenas confie em mim”

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3- Como funciona?

Bom, você pode realizar o método usando foto/vídeo da sua fc ou body inspo, pode parecer estranho mas eu juro que vai fazer sentido na hora!

— Com a foto/vídeo da sua fc/body inspo:

Você vai escolher a foto que mais gostar e que mostre seu rosto por completo, se quiser fazer isso ouvindo subliminal, faça! Sem problema nenhum. Assim que selecionar a imagem, decore o máximo de informação que achar importante assumir e em seguida, feche os olhos, quando fechar, imagine um espelho na sua frente com a sua fc sendo refletida nele, cada detalhe que você decorou, admire cada um e relaxe, respire fundo e afirme! Eu recomendo coisas simples como:

 “Uau, o meu rosto/corpo é tão lindo!” 

“Eu amo meus olhos e a forma como tudo combina em mim!”

“Não é maravilhoso meu rosto/corpo ser exatamente desse jeito?”

“Amo acordar todos os dias com meu esse meu rosto/corpo lindo!!”

Simples, viram? Eu percebi que usar o termo “desejado” se relaciona com algo que não tem, um desejo não realizado! Mas nós sempre fomos daquele jeito, não é verdade? Por que desejar o já obtido?

Mas sabemos que no início pode ser complicado para algum de nós, tudo isso de se ver no espelho do 3d e não vê nada, mas não se desespere! Toda vez que você passar por um espelho, câmera do celular ou algo que reflete, e seu cérebro mostrar algo que não é o que você sempre teve, só respire fundo, sorria e mentalize suas afirmações, se os pensamentos ruins e a insegurança aparecerem, diga:

“Eu sei o que eu estou vendo e eu sei quem eu sou, eu confio no que vejo!”

Ter confiança, persistência e saber seu valor ajuda muito! Eu diria que é a “chave” para tudo!

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4- Recomendações.

Aqui nesse arquivo eu coloquei afirmações para rosto e corpo, se você achar que não estão naturais para você, mude! Sinta-se à vontade! Mesma coisa com a playlist, se quiser fazer uma própria com as subliminar de lá, está tudo bem! 

Espero que gostem, fiz com todo amor e carinho! 

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5- Success Story.

Chegamos na parte que alguns devem ter ansiado tanto durante a leitura, a minha success story com esse método! Devo dizer que no início eu tinha pedido para duas pessoas testarem mas elas esqueceram então não vai dar para por o relato delas aqui, mas ainda terá o meu!

— Relato usando o Just Trust Me:

Quando eu criei ele, eu usava a Tyla como fc e na época eu tinha feito até um vision board usando ela, eu estava decidida a assumir a aparência dela, então coloquei meu método em prática! Algumas vezes eu me senti insegura e desmotivada mas me mantive firme e em uma manhã após o meu primeiro dia usando ele, eu acordei, tomei banho, me vesti e quando me olhei no espelho, o meu rosto estava diferente!

Eu não estava igual a ela, mas os meus traços estavam bastante semelhantes ao dela, o meu olhar e até o sorriso! Eu fiquei feliz, bastante mesmo, mas não chocada, pois eu sabia daquilo, eu sempre fui daquele jeito então não tinha motivos para surpresa ou espanto!

Eu infelizmente não vou ter fotos minhas aqui por 2 motivos:

– Privacidade

– Eu troquei de fc e tudo sumiu..............

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Chegamos ao fim da thread, espero que tenham gostado do meu método e até a próxima!

beijinhos!

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English Version!

Method "Just Trust Me" by Me!

"Who is Victoria? I don't know her, she's a real person?"

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Hi my loves! The thread will be divided into the following topics!

1- What is the “Just Trust Me” method?

2- Why this name?

3- How does it work?

4- Recommendations.

5- Success Story.

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1 - What is the “Just Trust Me” method?

The method was created by me, Natasha, after an observation based on a belief that we all have since childhood: In the dark there is something threatening, like an animal or a person.

It was based on this theory that was rewritten by me and used to assume the desired appearance or body! I don't know if it can be used for any other purpose than this, because the way I did it, it is more usable for appearance and body.

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2 - Why this name?

All of us, when we are little, or most of us, are afraid of the dark. I don't know about you, but I'm an only child and I slept in my room alone and at night it was DARK! Seriously, I couldn't see anything, I was a little scared and creative so in a specific corner I always saw something there, be it a black shadow moving or even “someone” there! Even though I KNEW there was nothing there.

But why did I see something? Because my brain used my dominant feeling at the moment and made me SEE what I imagined was there, basically if in my mind I saw a person, this would automatically be reflected in my reality through my dominant feeling which was fear.

That's why the name “Just Trust Me” since it came from the theory of the dark, because we “see” these things in the dark, our brain makes us believe in it! In what it's saying, after all, if the brain says there's something there, it's because there is! This makes us BELIEVE in it! That's why the name “Just Trust Me”

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3- How does it work?

Well, you can do the method using a photo/video of your face or body inspo. It may seem strange, but I promise it will make sense right away!

— With the photo/video of your face/body inspo:

You will choose the photo that you like the most and that shows your entire face. If you want to do this while listening to subliminal music, go for it! No problem. As soon as you select the image, memorize as much information as you think is important to assume and then close your eyes. When you close your eyes, imagine a mirror in front of you with your face being reflected in it. Every detail that you memorized. Admire each one and relax. Take a deep breath and affirm! I recommend simple things like:

“Wow, my face/body is so beautiful!”

“I love my eyes and the way everything matches me!”

“Isn’t it wonderful that my face/body is exactly like this?”

“I love waking up every day with my beautiful face/body!!”

Simple, see? I realized that using the term “desired” relates to something that you don’t have, an unfulfilled desire! But we’ve always been that way, haven’t we? Why desire what you’ve already obtained?

But we know that at first it can be complicated for some of us, all this looking at yourself in a 3D mirror and not seeing anything, but don’t despair! Every time you pass by a mirror, cell phone camera or something that reflects, and your brain shows you something that isn’t what you’ve always had, just take a deep breath, smile and mentally affirm your thoughts. If bad thoughts and insecurity appear, say:

“I know what I’m seeing and I know who I am, I trust what I see!”

Having confidence, persistence and knowing your worth helps a lot! I would say that it’s the “key” to everything!

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4- Recommendations.

Here in this file I put affirmations for face and body, if you think they are not natural for you, change them! Feel free! Same thing with the playlist, if you want to make your own with the subliminals from there, that's fine!

I hope you like it, I made it with all the love and care!

(Just translate the statements using google translate)

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5- Success Story.

We've reached the part that some of you must have been looking forward to while reading, my success story with this method! I must say that at the beginning I had asked two people to test it but they forgot so I won't be able to put their story here, but there will still be mine!

— Story using Just Trust Me:

When I created it, I used Tyla as my fc and at the time I had even made a vision board using her, I was determined to adopt her appearance, so I put my method into practice! Sometimes I felt insecure and unmotivated but I held firm and one morning after my first day using it, I woke up, took a shower, got dressed and when I looked in the mirror, my face was different!

I didn't look like her, but my features were quite similar to hers, my look and even my smile! I was happy, very happy indeed, but not shocked, because I knew that, I've always been that way so there was no reason to be surprised or astonished!

Unfortunately, I won't have any photos of myself here for 2 reasons:

– Privacy

– I changed my face claim and everything disappeared…………..

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We have reached the end of the thread, I hope you enjoyed my method and see you next time!

Kisses!

[beatingtheouijaboardallegations]

forever tired of our voices being turned into commodity.

forever tired of thorough medaocrity in the AAC business. how that is rewarded. How it fails us as users. how not robust and only robust by small small amount communication systems always chosen by speech therapists and funded by insurance.

forever tired of profit over people.

forever tired of how companies collect data on every word we’ve ever said and sell to people.

forever tired of paying to communicate. of how uninsured disabled people just don’t get a voice many of the time. or have to rely on how AAC is brought into classrooms — which usually is managed to do in every possible wrong way.

forever tired of the branding and rebranding of how we communicate. Of this being amazing revealation over and over that nonspeakers are “in there” and should be able to say things. of how every single time this revelation comes with pre condition of leaving the rest behind, who can’t spell or type their way out of the cage of ableist oppression. or are not given chance & resources to. Of the branding being seen as revolution so many times and of these companies & practitioners making money off this “revolution.” of immersion weeks and CRP trainings that are thousands of dollars and wildly overpriced letterboards, and of that one nightmare Facebook group g-d damm it. How this all is put in language of communication freedom. 26 letters is infinite possibilities they say - but only for the richest of families and disabled people. The rest of us will have to live with fewer possibilities.

forever tired of engineer dads of AAC users who think they can revolutionize whole field of AAC with new terrible designed apps that you can’t say anything with them. of minimally useful AI features that invade every AAC app to cash in on the new moment and not as tool that if used ethically could actually help us, but as way of fixing our grammar our language our cultural syntax we built up to sound “proper” to sound normal. for a machine, a large language model to model a small language for us, turn our inhuman voices human enough.

forever tired of how that brand and marketing is never for us, never for the people who actually use it to communicate. it is always for everyone around us, our parents and teachers paras and SLPs and BCBAs and practitioners and doctors and everyone except the person who ends up stuck stuck with a bad organized bad implemented bad taught profit motivated way to talk. of it being called behavior problems low ability incompetence noncompliance when we don’t use these systems.

you all need to do better. We need to democritize our communication, put it in our own hands. (My friend & communication partner who was in Occupy Wall Street suggested phrase “Occupy AAC” and think that is perfect.) And not talking about badly made non-robust open source apps either. Yes a robust system needs money and recources to make it well. One person or community alone cannot turn a robotic voice into a human one. But our human voice should not be in hands of companies at all.

(this is about the Tobii Dynavox subscription thing. But also exploitive and capitalism practices and just lazy practices in AAC world overall. Both in high tech “ mainstream “ AAC and methods that are like ones I use in sense that are both super stigmatized and also super branded and marketed, Like RPM and S2C and spellers method. )

[lapis-caeli]

Hii! Can i request headcanons for Haitani Ran with a s/o sleeping on the same bed, since his s/o has trouble falling asleep alone or without background noise? also do you think he'd like cuddling?

Sorry if this is too much!

I'm sorry for taking so long to write! I'm having a bit of writer's block, so it's taking me a while.

But here’s your request! I hope you like it hehe.

ENGLISH

We all know how sleepy our dear Ran is, so I can assure you that he's more than delighted to have you as his cuddle plushie for sleeping. <3

I'm 100% sure that Ran loves hugging the first thing he finds nearby when he sleeps (I can totally picture Ran trapping Kakucho at a Tenjiku sleepover).

But now, with his partner? It's even worse.

Get ready to not move for at least the next 12 hours.

Everyone knows this man can sleep for 24 hours straight, so make sure to have something within reach for when you get tired of sleeping and he won’t let you go—because it will happen.

As for his partner not being able to sleep alone or without noise? That’s no problem at all. He’ll be more than happy to sleep with you every night if needed.

Need noise to sleep? Then it’s time to play one of his ASMR playlists that he has saved for when Rindou makes too much noise in the living room.

That’s true—it’s something that would worry him a lot.

What if one day you have a fight that keeps you up late, and you’re unable to sleep without him?

He would look for ways to help you fall asleep more easily.

Just imagine Rindou’s surprised face when he sees Ran sitting in front of the computer, searching for methods to improve sleep quality.

He would tell you about what he found so you could try it out.

You have no idea how relieved he would be if his research actually helped and you started sleeping much better.

That said, don’t think that just because you can sleep alone, you actually will.

Ran will ALWAYS want you to sleep together.

He just wanted to help so that if he had work or gang business and couldn’t be with you, you’d still be able to rest well.

But don’t think you’re getting away from him when it comes to sleeping—when you two started dating, you agreed to be his cuddle plushie.

Or at least, that’s what Ran has been sure of from the very beginning.

Besides, he’s already gotten used to sleeping with you, so that’s something that’s definitely staying.

ESPAÑOL

Todos sabemos lo dormilón que es nuestro querido Ran, así que puedo asegurarte que esta más que encantado de tenerte como su peluche para dormir <3

Estoy un 100% segura de que a Ran le encanta abrazarse a lo primero que tenga cerca cuando duerme (realmente me imagino a Ran apresando a Kakucho en una fiesta de pijama de Tenjiku).

Pero ahora ¿con su pareja? Es peor aún.

Prepárate para no moverte en las próximas 12 horas, como mínimo.

Todos sabemos que este hombre puede dormir 24 horas seguidas, así que prepara algo para tener a mano cuando estés cansade de dormir y no te deje ir, porque pasará.

¿En cuanto a que su pareja no pueda dormir sola o sin ruido? No es ningún problema, él estará encantado con dormir contigo todas las noches si hace falta.

¿Necesitas ruido para dormir? Entonces es momento de poner una de sus playlists de ASMR que tiene guardadas para cuando Rindou hace demasiado ruido en el salón.

Es verdad que eso sería algo que le preocuparía bastante.

¿Y si un día tienen una pelea que los hace estar hasta muy tarde y no eres capaz de dormir sin él?

Buscaría métodos para ayudarte a dormir más fácilmente.

Imagínate la cara de sorpresa de Rindou cuando lo ve sentado frente al ordenador, buscando métodos para mejorar la calidad de sueño.

Te comentaría sobre lo que ha encontrado para probarlo.

No sabes cuanto le aliviaría si su búsqueda sirviera y estuvieras durmiendo mucho mejor.

Eso sí, no pienses que porque puedas conseguir dormir sole vas de verdad a dormir así.

Ran va a querer SIEMPRE que durmáis juntos.

Solo quería ayudarte para que, si tuviera trabajo o cosas de la pandilla y no pudiera estar contigo, pudieras descansar bien.

Pero de él no te librarás para dormir, cuando comenzasteis a salir acordaste ser su peluche para dormir.

O al menos eso es lo que tiene Ran claro, desde el mismo principio.

Además ya se ha acostumbrado a dormir contigo, así que va a ser una cosa que se va a mantener sí o sí.

- Header and Writing: Mars 💚

[patrycarro]

TS3 - LS3SR03 (No CC)

ENG:

I never say no to a good challenge, so when @joshttew challenged me to build a modern-style apartment building on a small lot, the only viable answer was YES. And, well, @joshttew, I hope the result meets your expectations.

I'm not entirely satisfied, but that's pretty typical for me. I would have liked to make a taller building, and I tried using several tutorials and tricks, but the lot kept bugging out, the game would crash, or it just didn’t feel right or fit what I had in mind. Because, even though it's possible to bypass the height limit (or at least make it look like you did), the "floors" added above that limit are really limited in too many ways. Well, EA making things tough for us... What a surprise, right?

Initially, my idea was to make a building with many floors (10-15), with the livable apartment on the top floor, and everything on the outside made of glass. Literally everything. But I ran into two problems: following this tutorial, the livable apartment couldn’t be at the very top, and this method, although it would let me do it, wouldn’t let me make it entirely glass, mainly because you can’t place windows on the levels altered this way.

So I gave up and decided to build something simpler to start with. And when I say start, I mean this isn't finished yet. I’m pretty stubborn, and I still don’t know how I’m going to make that idea a reality, but it will happen.

(If any of you know a way, I’d be very grateful if you could share it with me.)

I hope you like this build, and most of all, I hope @joshttew thinks I’ve completed the challenge. It would be a relief to know that all the rage, anxiety, and frustration I went through in the process were worth it HAHAHAHA.

Enjoy. 💙

Features:

Lot type: Residential

Lot size: 30x30

Location: Bridgeport

Furnished lot value: 90.885 §

Unfurnished lot value: 8.357 §

Bedrooms: 2

Bathrooms: 2

Packs used in this build: EP02, EP03, EP06, EP07, EP08, EP09, EP10, EP11

Terms and conditions:

DO NOT claim my creations as your own.

If you want to use any of my builds in your custom world or save file, you are allowed to do so, BUT make sure to credit me as the original creator.

DO NOT re-upload my content under any circumstances; share it with your friends using my own links.

If you experience any issues, let me know and I’ll try to fix it as soon as possible.

Download it here. 🤍

SPA:

Yo nunca digo que no a un buen reto, por lo que, cuando @joshttew me desafió a construir un edificio de apartamentos de estilo moderno en un solar pequeño, la única respuesta viable era SÍ. Y, bueno, @joshttew, espero que el resultado esté a la altura de tus expectativas.

Yo no estoy del todo conforme, pero muy pocas veces lo estoy. Me habría gustado hacer un edificio más alto, y lo intenté por medio de varios tutoriales y trucos, pero se me bugueaba el solar, me crasheaba el juego, o simplemente, no me convencía o no cuadraba con lo que tenía en mente, porque aunque es posible evadir el límite de altura (o al menos que así lo parezca), la verdad es que los "pisos" que añadas sobre ese límite estarán muy limitados en demasiados aspectos. Vaya, EA poniéndonos las cosas muy difíciles... Qué sorpresa, ¿eh?

En un primer lugar, mi idea era hacer un edificio de muchas plantas (10-15), que el apartamento habitable estuviese en la planta superior, y que, además, todo su exterior fuese de vidrio. Literalmente todo. Pero me encontré con dos problemas: siguiendo este tutorial, el apartamento habitable no podría ser el de arriba del todo, y este método, aunque sí me lo permitiría, no me dejaría hacerlo enteramente de vidrio, básicamente porque no se podrían poner ventanas en los niveles que se alteraran de esa manera.

Así que me rendí y decidí construir algo más sencillo para empezar. Y digo para empezar porque esto no se ha terminado. Soy muy cabezota, y aun no sé cómo voy a conseguir que esa idea pase a ser una realidad, pero así va a ser.

(Si alguno de vosotros conoce algún modo, le estaría muy agradecida si lo comparte conmigo)

Espero que os guste esta construcción y, sobre todo, que @joshttew considere que he cumplido el reto. Sería un alivio para mí saber que toda la ira, ansiedad y frustración que me ha generado en el proceso han servido para algo JAJAJAJAJAJA.

Disfrutadlo. 💙

Características:

Tipo de solar: Residencial

Tamaño del solar: 30x30

Ubicación: Bridgeport

Valor del solar amueblado: 90.885 §

Valor del solar sin amueblar: 8.357 §

Habitaciones: 2

Baños: 2

Packs utilizados en esta construcción: EP02, EP03, EP06, EP07, EP08, EP09, EP10, EP11

Términos y condiciones:

NO proclames mis creaciones como tuyas.

Si quieres usar alguna de mis construcciones en tu mundo personalizado o save file, tienes permitido hacerlo, PERO deja claro que yo soy su creadora original.

NO resubas mi contenido bajo ninguna excepción; compártelo con tus conocidos usando mis propios enlaces.

Si experimentas algún problema, házmelo saber e intentaré solucionarlo lo antes posible.

Descárgalo aquí. 🤍

[dignadoamorr]

MÉTODOS

Como usar e como encarar

Quando usar

Use um método quando você sentir uma dificuldade momentânea, mas não uma dependência. Eles são como uma maquiagem: não te transformam, só te ajudam a encarnar o personagem.

Pense num método não como a localização do seu poder, mas como uma varinha mágica para direcionar esse poder.

Você não é refém da varinha.

Você não precisa de método nenhum. Mas também não precisa fingir que não gosta de nenhum. Música, fofoca, escrita… alguns são divertidos. Use se quiser, sem culpa

Desprogramando…

A sociedade nos ensinou que: Só merece quem se esforça.

Essa narrativa vem da mídia, dos filmes, das escolas e até da religião mal interpretada. Mas você é Deus, lembra? Você não precisa provar nada. Receber com leveza não é preguiça, é soberania.

Reprogramar não é fácil, mas nada é impossível

Os métodos que eu costumo utilizar

Afirmação robótica

Repetir frases como um robô até saturar o subconsciente. Bom se você precisa calar a mente

Essa não tem muito segredo, são apenas afirmações diárias, você pode fazer em qualquer lugar, falando ou pensando

Minha favorita se refere muito ao meu nome, assim eu sinto que por ter um toque de minha personalidade me dá mais força: Sou Amanda, digna de amor, aquela que deve ser amada, feita ara desarmar qualquer ser

Método Pinterest - Vision board

Criar pastas com imagens da realidade desejada.

Serve cunt, inspirador, personalizado PERFEITO AMO MUITO: algumas ideias de vision board para aparência

Sussurro (whisper method)

Sussurre o que você quer da pessoa no ouvido dela. Visualizar alguém ouvindo você dizer algo e reagindo.

Ótimo pra relações. Eu não conhecia até recentemente onde tive resultados imediatos. Me imaginei no ouvido do meu pai pedindo um acarajé (me julguem) e é tão facinho, principalmente para quem tem dificuldade em imaginação

Script

Escrever sua vida como se já estivesse vivendo tudo.

Bom pra ativar a emoção e detalhar.

A maioria das pessoas usa o Notion ou um bloco de notas. No começo, achei que o Notion seria complicado, mas percebi que é só copiar e colar. Mesmo sendo preguiçosa pra fazer script, nem pra DR eu tenho paciência, acabei gostando muito porque é tudo bem organizado.

Separei alguns links de pessoas que compartilharam seus scripts no Twitter e, juro, é muito fácil de entender. Se você ler com atenção, já consegue fazer o seu. E o melhor: dá pra adicionar partes de outros scripts com facilidade. Da pra fazer no Pinterest também

🛒 Método Loja

Imaginar que está numa loja pedindo seu desejo e saindo sem dúvidas.

Eu fazia sem perceber, eu adoro imaginar que estou numa loja de roupa, pego o tecido que quero, se quero comer algo? Simplesmente vou na praça de alimentação, arrasto meu carrinho e coloco na sacola.

Fofoca

Falar de si como se já fosse a versão desejada, como se estivesse contando uma fofoca boa.

Eu gosto de fazer junto com uma amiga que conhece a lei, mas você pode fazer um Twitter sobre, ou quem sabe dizer ao seu bichinho de estimação

Inclusive explicar a lei para uma amigo de mente aberta é a melhor sensação do mundo. Não foi o que aconteceu comigo, na verdade eu curtia muitos posts sobre a lei e minha amiga acabou vendo e curtiu também. Então sempre que a gente quer algo a gente faz o método fofoca uma com a outra

Música

Ouvir músicas que te colocam no estado do desejo.

Útil pra quem sente mais do que visualiza. Eu como uma boa ouvinte de rock sofredor por amor não sou a melhor pessoa para falar sobre isso. Mas existem muitas músicas que te transformaram em alguém poderosa, como “god is woman”

TEM MUITO PARA MANIFESTAR SP MUITO MESMO

Mas também temos a rainha slip, ou duquesa para autoestima e riqueza

Hoponopono

Repetir: “Sinto muito, me perdoe, te amo, sou grata.” Ou escrever em um papel o que você quer “Flores do meu namorado, sinto muito, me perdoe, te amo, sou grata”

Cura bloqueios, limpa ressentimentos.

Da pra fazer falando, escrevendo, bloco de notas, de qualquer formar

Essas frases não são ditas necessariamente para outra pessoa, mas para si mesmo(a), para a “divindade interior”, para a memória que está criando o problema. É como limpar dados internos (traumas, crenças, memórias) que estariam projetando situações ruins no mundo externo.

Deixar ir - Desapego

Soltar o desejo, confiar.

Soltar não é esquecer. É confiar tanto que não precisa vigiar.

Tenha ciência do “a ânsia de possuir e o tédio de ter”

Você realmente

Escrita

Diário, carta, lista de 48h

Bom pra esvaziar mente ou organizar intenções.

A escrita no diário funciona como uma fofoca também, mas existe o WhatsApp, aplicativo que eu utilizo, ou a carta mágica

Escreva como se já tivesse acontecido

Use frases no passado ou no presente, como se aquilo já fosse real e natural.

Exemplo:

“Querido Universo, muito obrigada. Hoje acordei ao lado do amor da minha vida, com paz no coração e um sorriso no rosto.”

Ou uma lista de itens com o nome de “eu tenho tudo em menos de 24h”

Eu simplesmente decido

(o favorito)

Sem ritual, sem firula. Você decide e pronto.

Você decide. Assume. E se comporta como quem já é.

Quer ser rica? Decide: “Sou rica.”

Quer ser temida, desejada, admirada, livre? Decide: “Eu sou.” Até porque com Deus não se discute

Pense num método não como a localização do seu poder, mas como uma varinha mágica para direcionar o poder.

Você não é refém de nada.

Método não é prisão. É ferramenta. E quem segura a ferramenta é você.

Esses são alguns métodos, você também pode criar ou encontrar outros na internet, inclusive olha o que eu achei tô Twitter

- Um beijo da digna

[dhddmods]

Dissociation guide!

After writing our guide to plurality, we figured a guide to dissociation would be helpful too.

(We also recommend reading our regression & executive dysfunction guide, anthro & alterhuman guide, and intersex guide!)

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Dissociation is an experience where a person disconnects from themself or reality in some shape or form. This typically occurs during/after a traumatic/stressful experience, as a symptom of dissociative disorders (DID, OSDD, DPDR, UDD, PTSD, etc) and attention-disruptive conditions (ADHD, MADD, etc), or as a symptom of a mood disorder (BPD, bipolar disorder, IED, etc), or an anxiety disorder (OCD, social anxiety, etc.)

Dissociation could occur randomly or have specific triggers. It typically occurs as a protective method for the brain to disconnect from a painful situation, or occurs when a person is flooded with intense repressed memories and flashbacks (such as with PTSD.) It can also be induced through sleep deprivation, hypnosis, meditation, or specific drugs.

Dissociation comes in multiple forms. These forms can overlap (ie; immersive daydreaming + identity confusion).

Dissociative types include the following:

-Dissociative Trance: a form of dissociation in which a person "zones out" to an extreme extent. They do not respond to things happening around them, and may be sitting still or moving around. Their eyes can be open or closed. -Autopilot: a form of dissociation similar to a dissociative trance, however they do respond to the things around them. They move around and act out things that they subconsciously know how to do (ie; cleaning dishes), and can conversate with people talking to them. Their responses may be clear and coherent, or their responses could be slurred, nonsensical, or slow. They might have efficient physical control, or they might act uncoordinated. They may or may not remember what happened after the autopilot is over. -Depersonalization: a form of dissociation where a person feels disconnected from their own body/self, and may not view themself as a real person, or may view themself as a stranger. It might feel like controlling a video game character, or watching a TV show. This could be an in-body experience or an out-of-body experience, where they observing themself from a 3rd person POV. -Derealization: a form of dissociation where a person feels as though the world around them is fake, dreamlike, or foggy. They feel real, but the world/people around them do not.

-Immersive Daydreaming: a form of dissociation where a person enters a daydreaming state, which is more extreme than typical daydreaming. It feels like truly entering another universe, and the real world genuinely feels as though it slips away. A person may be doing tasks while daydreaming (autopilot) or zoning out (trance). Unlike typical daydreaming, it is usually not easy to break an immersive daydreamer out of their daydreams, and they can get "lost", and might even begin acting out what they see in their daydreams in real life (speaking the dialogue, walking around in the same way, etc.) Some immersive daydreamers are able to re-enter a previous daydream in the future, in the same way a system headspace works. If an immersive daydreamer has one of these headspaces, it is known as a Paracosm. If a paracosm has characters within it, they are known as Paras. Immersive daydreaming exists for all people with MADD, and is common amongst people with ADHD, autism, and similar conditions. -Dissociative Amnesia: a form of dissociation, when a person experiences memory loss or blurry memories after an event. Unlike autopilot, they were not dissociating mid-event, and only felt any signs of dissociation after the event was complete. Usually this is a smaller scale (such as forgetting two hours of time), however long-periods can be forgotten as well. In extreme cases, they may forget large portions of their life, and not remember essential details (name, age, location, etc.) Lost memories, in both small and large scale cases, can be revived with time or psychological help. This is common amongst PTSD, DID, OSDD-1a, OSDD 2, and OSDD 3. -Identity Alteration: a form of dissociation where a person's identity (gender, attraction, name, skills, mannerisms, personality, etc) shift for an episode of time, however when that episode is over, the person does not recall the shift happening. Even though they do not remember the shift happening, they might retain skills learned while shifted (for example, suddenly having better art skills, but not remembering how they learned it.) These episodes could last for a short or long period of time, and might be confused as dissociative amnesia or autopilot. For example, a person with a mood disorder who has a huge mood-swing episode (ie; suddenly becoming enraged and destroying household items), but once it is over, cannot remember it happening. Another example is a LITERAL shift in identity; plurality with amnesia barriers, where the person that switched either did not have access to the innerworld, or no innerworld exists, and so the next thing they know, several hours have passed and people are accusing them of saying/doing things they did not do. -Identity Confusion: a form of dissociation where a person has episodes where their identity feels blurry or inconsistent. For example, a person who is partially age regressed, and cannot properly recall their age, and keeps going back and forth between acting childlike and like an adult. Another example would be two (or more) sysmates who are blending in an unstable way, and cannot properly identify who they are or what is happening.

[noticiasarquelogicasjaponesas]

Sean bienvenidos a una nueva entrega de cultura e historia japonesa; en este caso vamos a hablar sobre Goryokaku, localizado en Hakodate en la prefectura de Hokkaido al norte de la isla de Honshu. - Para proseguir con la aventura, en el capítulo anterior comentamos el origen del nombre de Hokkaido, conocido como Ezo, mencionamos que estuvo 260 años encerrado bajo el shogunato Tokugawa e hicimos mención al tratado de amistad de 1854. - Hay algunos historiadores que consideran la fecha anteriormente mencionada como fin del periodo Edo, pero eso es un gran error y yo discrepo mucho en ello, ya que oficialmente termina en 1868, pero para mí y para algunos pocos sería en 1869 con la república de Ezo liderada por Toshizo Hijikata, quien realizó las obras del castillo Goryokaku de traza italiana.  - El Goryokaku se construyó en 1864, para el calendario, japonés (Genji 1) y en 2024 se cumplen  160 años de su construcción. Dicho lugar fue tomado para la película y anime Golden Kamuy.  - El Shogunato construyó Goryokaku con el propósito de garantizar el norte y la posterior apertura del puerto, ya a partir de 1857,el cual tardó siete años en completarse. La Oficina del Magistrado de Hakodate fue construida en el centro y está protegida por un foso. Después de ser utilizada como oficina gubernamental durante unos cuatro años, se convirtió en una base para el antiguo ejército del shogunato durante la Guerra de Hakodate, la batalla más decisiva de la Guerra Boshin,fue desmantelado en 1871 (Meiji 4) después de que terminara la guerra. Un tercio del edificio ha sido restaurado en el mismo lugar utilizando el mismo diseño, método de construcción y tamaño,Goryokaku, donde se demolió la oficina del magistrado de Hakodate, el castillo, se abrió al público como Parque Goryokaku en 1914 (Taisho 3). - Espero que os guste y nos vemos en próximas publicaciones y que pasen una feliz Navidad.

Welcome to a new installment of Japanese culture and history; in this case we are going to talk about Goryokaku, located in Hakodate in the Hokkaido prefecture in the north of the island of Honshu.

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To continue with the adventure, in the previous chapter we discussed the origin of the name of Hokkaido, known as Ezo, we mentioned that it was enclosed for 260 years under the Tokugawa shogunate and we mentioned the friendship treaty of 1854.

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There are some historians who consider the aforementioned date as the end of the Edo period, but that is a big mistake and I strongly disagree with it, since it officially ends in 1868, but for me and for a few others it would be in 1869 with the Ezo republic led by Toshizo Hijikata, who carried out the works on the Italian-style Goryokaku castle.

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Goryokaku was built in 1864, according to the Japanese calendar (Genji 1), and 2024 marks the 160th anniversary of its construction. The site was used for the film and anime Golden Kamuy.

Goryokaku was built by the Shogunate for the purpose of securing the north and the subsequent opening of the port, as early as 1857, which took seven years to complete. The Hakodate Magistrate's Office was built in the center and is protected by a moat. After being used as a government office for about four years, it became a base for the former shogunate army during the Hakodate War, the most decisive battle of the Boshin War, and was dismantled in 1871 (Meiji 4) after the war ended. One third of the building has been restored on the same site using the same design, construction method and size.Goryokaku, where the Hakodate magistrate's office was demolished, the castle was opened to the public as Goryokaku Park in 1914 (Taisho 3).

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I hope you like it and see you in future posts and have a happy Christmas.

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日本の文化と歴史の新しい記事へようこそ。今回は��本州の北、北海道の函館にある五稜郭について話します。 - 冒険を続けるために、前の章では、蝦夷として知られる北海道の名前の由来について説明し、北海道が 260 年間徳川幕府の下に封鎖されていること、そして 1854 年の友好条約について触れました。 - 前述の日付を江戸時代の終わりと考える歴史家もいますが、それは大きな間違いであり、私はそれに強く反対します。なぜなら、江戸時代の終わりは公式には 1868 年であるからです。しかし、私や少数の人にとっては、それは 1869 年になるでしょう。イタリア式五稜郭の工事を行った土方歳三率いる蝦夷共和国。 - 五稜郭は元治元年（1864）年に建造され、2024年には築160年を迎えます。ここは映画・アニメ『ゴールデンカムイ』の舞台となった場所です。 - 五稜郭は北方の確保とその後の開港を目的として、1857年から幕府が7年の歳月をかけて建設されました。中心部には箱館奉行所が建てられ、堀で守られています。戊辰戦争最大の決戦となった箱館戦争では旧幕府軍の拠点となり、約4年間官庁として使用された後、終戦後の1871年（明治4年）に解体された。 。箱館奉行所城が取り壊された五稜郭は、同じ敷地内に同じ設計・工法・規模で建物の3分の1が復元され、1914年（大正3年）に五稜郭公園として公開されました。 - 気に入っていただければ、今後の投稿でお会いして、メリークリスマスをお過ごしください。