#(i got lazy with the first one but i'm happy with the second considering there was no redrawing involved. just clone stamp tool abuse)

[tokio-motel]

Can you do a bill x male reader where bills about to go on tour and him and reader are sad because he has to leave him for a long time(reader isn’t in the band) and he’s like venting to the band about it and someone suggests that he gets the reader a stuffed animal of some kind so he won’t miss him as much

(sorry if that didn’t make sense English isn’t my first language)

BILL X SAD MALE READER

i wasn't sure if you wanted to do headcannons or a story so I'll just do the latter 😈😈

(AHHH I CAN'T HE WAS SO HOT IN HIS DREADS ERA!!!!)

"Do you really have to go?" you groaned, grabbing onto Bills wrist gently with your hand. He smiled sadly at you, "I'm sorry, M/N. I'm going on tour- I can't just cancel.." he sighed, softly running his fingers over your hands. He brought you into a gentle hug, holding his hands low around your waist as he leaved gentle kisses on your neck.

"And it's not as long as last time. I'll be back to you way sooner..!" he grinned, planting a soft kiss on your lips. You forced a smile at him, still heartbroken and sad yet a tad bit hopeful and happy he would come back quicker than last time. You nodded lightly, smiling as he rubbed your arms carefully. "You could try to schedule something with (friend)?.. They could take your mind off things."

You mentally groaned and pouted to yourself. Yeah..you had other friends and family to hang out with but Bill was your boyfriend and the band was almost like family to you. I mean you could still go to their concerts but you wouldn't be able to spend much time with them. You just really wanted to be with Bill right now. And at the worst time too, considering he was leaving for tour in two days.

---

The next day, Georg looked over at you as the bands last practice ended, everybody groaning and taking sips of water, getting up and stretching. "M/N? 'wassup?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow st you with a hint of concern in his eyes. You shook your head slightly, almost ashamed of yourself. "I just.. I can't believe you guys are going on tour again so soon. I'm so proud of you guys but..." your voice trailed off as you griamced to yourself, feeling embarrassed to say it out loud, "I just kinda.... it gets lonely without Bill around. I mean I still call him but we don't see each other face to face and-"

You stopped your blabbering and covered your face with your hands, whining quietly to yourself. The bassist chuckled to himself, although you couldn't see him. "I mean, it's not as long as last time." Gustav said as he sat down next to you guys, trying to make you feel better. It didn't. You shook your head again as you looked to where Bill was stretching, cracking his neck as he spoke to Tom. "Yeah, yeah. I know. It just so weird without him around..and the fact you'll all be gone just sucks ass."

Georg smiled slightly, looking up as he thought to himself. "I mean, you could try like... a stuffed animal or some shit." He muttered, playing a few chords on his bass quietly, expecting you to guffaw at his idea. When he looked up and saw you sitting there quietly, looking down, he got confused. "M/N?" Gustav asked, also noticing your behavior. "It doesn't have to be a stuffed animal- you could try something else like-" the blonde began, before you interrupted him as you slowly looked up.

"What kind of stuffed animal?" you asked, Georg blinking at you for a second in surprise before grinning. "Pshhhhh... I dunno." he rolled his eyes, looking over at Gustav. "What animal reminds you of Bill?" he asked the drummer, too lazy to think of one. "Ermmm....a cat? ..I don't fucking know dude." He mumbled the last art, watching as Georg laughed at his suggestion lightly. "A cats not a bad idea." Tom said, showing up behind Gustav as he patted him on the shoulder lightly.

""How the fuck is it a good idea? How is Bill like a cat?" Georg began, although everybody ignored him and continued talking about this godforsaken cat stuffed animal.

---

You cursed under your breath as you looked at the calendar, realising the dreaded day had came. You forced yourself out the door, going over to where the band was. Once you reached the destination, you watched sadly as Georg brought his bags out to the tour bus and everybody else was packing up. Bill grinned brightly when he saw you, running over to you and hugging you so hard and so close to him you nearly fell. You held back a sniffle as you held him in hour arms, leaving kisses over his cheeks.

"What is that?" Bill giggled, gesturing down to what was in your hand. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment as you noticed you were holding that stupid black cat stuffy, with beautiful green eyes and soft fur. "It's uhhhhh......a little reminder of you." you mumbled, sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck. He blinked up at you, before giggling as he leaned into your chest more and carefully took the cat into his gentle hands.

"... I would've thought I was more of a dog. Like a lab or something." he smiled, moreso talking to himself than you. He traced his fingers over the cat, behind the ears and over the tail, admiring it in all its glory. You shrugged, giggling a little yourself. You were about to respond to him, but Tom beat you to it. " Bill 'cmon! We gotta go now." the dreadhead yelled over his shoulder, giving you a small wave goodbye. You returned it, smiling softly at him before looking at Bill. He sighed, pursing his lips slightly as his eyes became glossy. You brought him into a tight squeeze, kissing his neck over and over.

"I love you I love you I love you.." you repeated over and over, bringing him into a kiss. He returned it, arms wrapping around your neck before he pulled back, letting out a watery chuckle. "I love you too, M/N. More than you could ever know." He brought you into one last, tight embrace before he hesitantly let go, slowly walking to the tour bus as he looked over his shoulder to you, and then the cat. You saw him grin as he looked at the little animal, then wave goodbye as he jogged the rest of the way back to the vehicle.

You watched it drive off, holding back tears that were threatening to fall. You sighed loudly, biting the inside of your cheek before looking down at the cat stuffed animal.

"Well, Bill Jr. , let's get you home."

You muttered, turning around back in the direction of your house.

[teecupangel]

Snake Desmond who likes to hide in any of the assassin's hoods as much as he can -pl

I'm just imagining this kind of snake but with gold eyes:

Since snakes like warm places, may I suggest an alternative resting place for Desmond?

Everyone just assumes that the snake is a tribute to Amunet assassinating Cleopatra with a snake (or so the legend goes anyway, the truth is much more bittersweet than that) and not, you know, this random white snake suddenly appearing one day and deciding, “yes, I will curl around your neck and lay my head on the top of your head so that your hood will cover me”.

Altaïr tried to kill him. More than once. But he gave up after Desmond just stays on his head and doesn’t do anything. Actually, Desmond is pretty much a very lazy snake. Doesn’t even help Altaïr whenever he’s in open combat. Jerk.

Ezio screamed when he saw Desmond for the first time, just curled over the robes he had discarded during a night of passion. Ezio also tried to kill him. More times than Altaïr did, in fact. Desmond finally gets to curl around his neck after Leonardo deems him ‘safe’. The guard that got his eye bitten wouldn’t agree with that though.

Ratonhnhaké:ton was wary of him but, after noticing that Desmond just likes to curl around his neck, he lets him do as he pleases. He’s the one who realizes Desmond doesn’t like to eat rats and he shares his kills with Desmond. Desmond is also a good hunting partner because his venom could paralyze any of Ratonhnhaké:ton’s mark.

Haytham has no idea where or how the snake got on top of his hat. He also has no idea how to shoo it away because the last few times he tried to do that, the snake bit him and he was paralyzed for hours. After that, he just let the snake sit on his hat and ignores any questions or stares he gets. … He doesn’t understand why the snake hates Charles so much though. Every time the snake sees him, it immediately bites him even though Charles had tried to give him food as a peace offering.

Shay has no idea where Master Kenway got the snake and, at this point, he’s just doing what the others are doing and ignoring it. He doesn’t understand why it likes to slither around his hidden blade as well before staring at him with unnerving golden eyes that looked like they were judging him. He also doesn’t understand why he always gets bit after that.

Edward Kenway tried to eat him. Twice, in fact. The first time was when they first met and Edward had been curious about what the snake would taste like. The second time was during the time he had been left alone on an abandoned island and, well, he was hungry. Both times, he would be bitten and paralyzed. By the time he could move once more, the snake was already wrapped around his neck with its head on the top of Edward’s head. After the second time, Edward just let the snake do whatever it wanted. He didn’t appreciate getting the nickname “Snakehead Kenway” though.

Élise had been the one to find the snake. She had been so happy holding it in her hands and showing it to Arno while Arno screamed. After that, the snake seems to have decided that Arno is a better ‘owner’ than Élise, much to her pouting. Arno doesn’t mind the snake because Élise likes to get close to feed the snake whenever it’s around his neck. Then he became an Assassin and he found that the snake was alright with giving his venom so that Arno can modify his Phantom Blade to have ammo that can paralyze targets.

The white snake that seemed to just appear in the train all of a sudden liked to curl around Evie’s neck whenever she was researching with Henry. She doesn’t mind as the snake was docile and Henry believed it might have been someone’s pet before that either escaped or the owner had to let it go. Either way, Evie didn’t mind it. Sometimes, the snake will also wrap around Jacob’s neck when he’s just taking a nap or nursing his hangover on the train (which was a bad idea considering the noise). Nobody knows where the snake came from. They did realize it likes to stay with the twin who plans to kick some Templar ass. Evie wonders if it was the snake of legends, said to have been a white snake with golden eyes that used to be with the legendary Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad and the great Ezio Auditore. Then she looks at the snake currently curled around her snoring brother’s neck and thinks “Naaahhhh”.

[an-angels-fury]

Hallmark!Adam Appreciation Post ❤️

Hey guys 👋

This is a thing I made months ago when I was kinda bored and I wanted to pass time, but I got too lazy to post it and, once again, started to rot in my drafts.

Please, don't take it too seriously. This is all about me being silly and fangirling over my favorite take on Adam/The Creature in a Frankenstein adaptation (Musical!Adam comes as a very close second) 🧟😍

Well, have fun 😘

P.S.: Forgive me for any grammar mistake. English is not my first language.

Baby Creech walking in the forest and being in contact with nature for the first time. His eyes full of curiousity, wonder and innocence just like a child

I MEAN

JUST LOOK

AT HIM

WHY DOES HE HAS TO BE SO ADORABLE 😍😍😍

And then everything goes down when he's expelled from a village by an angry mob for stealing food (but he doesn't even understand what he's doing wrong! He's just born, has no idea what the fuck is happening, where he is and he's desperately hungry and... and...)

He runs away until he finds the DeLacey's house and hides inside a little barn where lies down and starts to cry and I just cry as well and all I want is to hug him and make sure no one will ever hurt him again 🥺

The scene where he meets the little girl for the first time

Little girl (I think her name's Eva if I'm not mistaken): Do you like baby ducklings?

Adam, all happy and shy: Y-yes...

When Eva brings Adam inside the house and you clearly see in his face how anxious and nervous he is because he's scared of how the girl's grampa will react to his presence

But then he relaxes when the old DeLacey receives him with open arms (the man also told him he was blind, which means he wouldn't be scared by his appearence) and even offers him shelter and food

And then DeLacey starts to play his violin and Adam gets so emotional he starts to cry because that was the first time someone ever treated him not with hostility and violence but with pure kindness

Eva: What's wrong? Why are you crying?

Adam, sobbing: No one... has ever been... so kind to me before.

WHY DID ANYONE HUG THIS POOR MAN YET?! 😢

In the next scene he and the little girl are dancing together while DeLacey plays his violin and he's smiling and having fun and this is the happiest moment of his life (and sadly his only one 😔)

Literally all the times the Creature calls Victor "father" with that shaking, begging and desperate voice tone of his

Adam witnessing Justine's execution and being unable to look at the scene ('cause he knows he fucked up and he can't take back the damage he's done)

Then, at night, he carries her dead body in his arms and begs her for forgiveness

I mean, of course this doesn't change or excuse his crimes, but it shows he feels remorse for the suffering he caused and how the weight of his actions actually affects him. It's just so painfully human and, even though it doesn't happen in the book, I love they included this scene. 👌

His reaction when he sees the bride for the first time is just so touching. His teary eyes full of hope, his shaking voice, his smile of pure joy. I just... 🥹

"She's so beautiful. She's perfect."

"There's so much I want to tell you, share with you, teach you. About life. Love. I made us a home, our own secret place, where we can live without fear... with our children... together."

P.S.: You can listen to a little bit of "Moolight Sonata" playing in the background during this scene. It just makes the whole moment even more melancholic and heartbreaking. It could be considered the Creature's love theme (I read a post suggesting this idea and it just got stuck in my head because it's so perfect and it makes me so emotional and I'm just crying again okay).

The whole scene between the Creature and Robert Walton, but specially this part:

Adam: Do you dream, Captain?

R. Walton: Yes, of course.

Adam: I dreamed once. To love. To be loved.

🥺

R. Walton: But you're a slave to vengeance.

Adam: Is not any man subject to temptation every day?!

R. Walton: Christ did not resort to vengeance when all mankind sinned against Him!

Adam: His father loved Him, sir. My father despised me.

OKAY NOW I'M DEAD

😭💔

That's how the conversation happened in the book? Not exactly, and part of me still wished they had used more of the original dialogue because is so fucking good.

Did the scene still hit hard in the feels? Oh God YES! And how it did.

Well... that's it.

There are definitely more precious moments but I think this is already enough.

Also, if no one in this fandom will spread love for this miniseries, I'll have to do it myself. 🥰

[inspectordookie]

i saw someone use this picrew (https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1564386) to try recreating their tavs, and i wanted to give it a try (possibly also because im too lazy to draw them) in spirit of bg3 being released :D mind you these won't all be 100% accurate to in-game appearance but close enough alongside my personal envisions

i've only played as one of them in early access,, i may or may not have taken the time to plan the rest of my tavs for future gameplays LMAO yes i am that kind of person when it comes to rpgs🫡 the common thread between all of them is feeling out of place, and how each of them deal with it in their own ways

ismene farahani-diamandis (she/her) my chaotic good human sorcerer in wild magic (i'm thinking about multiclassing paladin for her but idkk), my first tav and honestly kind of my favorite :') even created a backstory for her parents too. a catastrophe in more ways than one, but truly one of the most caring and fun-loving people, like a disney princess but just a bit more disastrous. a bit of a dreamer who longs to be loved and have adventure like the heroes in stories told by her father, but has often felt she cannot have both or either whether it was due to the utter though consistent bad luck when she tried or feelings of unworthiness because of others even when they did her wrong (aka a list of exes). she has lost most of her family outside her younger, paladin brother and distant noble family in mulmaster, who she has no interest in reaching after her mother's departure as a young adult with her father (it's a very long story involving a rogue noble and a wizard from a family of barbarians). first it was her father from an incident causing his memory then life to be slowly eaten away, her younger sister the one time she was far from home to a village raid, then her own mother the minute she garnered a name for herself as a hero amongst the people. she has since felt a lost sense of purpose, having no family or loved ones to put first having been the eldest sibling for so long, and strong guilt in wanting to pursue more with the unpredictable yet wondrous abilities she was born with, as she has felt she has failed to use them to save precious lives time and time again

even so, ismene is someone who chooses and wants to do good or the best possible thing no matter what challenge stands ahead and hopes that despite everything, she can find a way to be her happy, flirty self once again. trying to make the most of the brain worm situation and genuinely aspires to befriend all in her party, even though most of them prove difficult. lucky for her, if shes anything, shes stubborn enough to keep trying anyways in her newfound but chaotic family--it's almost refreshing to be in a band of fellow disasters. really stuck on either astarion or halsin for her romance because i think story-wise, her and astarion in my brain just are really interesting dynamically and have been in EA, but halsin would probablyyy be her most ideal partner (cause she honestly deserves at least one stable part in her life LMAO) but HEY---MAYBE THEY CAN POLY *if* larian allows it, her mbti/enneagram is ENFP 7w6

amée tanor'thal (she/her) will be my second playthrough, a neutral good seladrine drow cleric of selûne in the life domain. her backstory is probably my favorite amongst everyone, she's actually the mother of my first and only d&d character that i got to play about a year ago now :D i already had her story in mind alongside her daughter (obviously), and thought bg3 would be a good opportunity to play as her. she's always been more reserved and cautious in nature, someone who always tries to consider things beyond how they're presented in front of her. the inquisitiveness is what led her to learn more beyond her corrupt family, religion, and the normalized suffering within her home at the tanor'thal manor in skullport, she went through a lot to escape from it. initially, it was her and a group of hidden eilistraee followers in the city who she planned an escape route with, amée had met them through a boy around her age that she befriended on one of her secret escapades. they opened her to the possibility of a world filled with joy---with light, a life that the underdark, her own family would consume and make impossible for anyone to have. unfortunately, the heavy security made the journey abruptly take a turn for the worse. amée wound up separated from everyone as they continued the planned path, whilst she wound up chased by her own family on a completely different one; she barely escaped with her life. she followed a path of stars, scared and unsure, and it wound up leading her to a church of selûne in waterdeep where she was kindly taken in for sanctuary.

upon learning more and speaking with the clerics and daily visitors, choosing to serve her and the philosophy of having choice and helping to guide those who are lost, amée is a rare and often misunderstood person in the church. it is something she is aware of but is far more concerned in carving a path of peace for all those who need it---especially misunderstood folk of the underdark. despite her gloomy appearance, she is easily one of the most compassionate souls, one who has sworn to devote her life to healing instead of hurting, though she may or may not have had to kill off most of the family sent to the surface to take her life, including her own mother. needless to say, she'll spill a bit of blood here and then and maybe roll with all the evil goons who give her easy access because they think she's evil too. she's a bit funny and often direct, albeit unintentionally. anywho, she'll be romancing gale, who will not only engage her in intelligent conversation but in a child-like wonder through magic after devoting much of her life to her personal cause. i also feel like his romance route has the potential to be veryy angsty cause of his magic chest bomb so. sorry amée. her mbti/enneagram is an INFJ 1w2 :)

fynn tranquilfoot (they/them) will be my third playthrough, a true neutral rock gnome monk specializing in the way of the shadow. from a relatively normal family in comparison to a lot of my own characters tbh LOL, they stem from a gunsmith family business that has flowed for generations in a city full of fellow gnome entrepreneurs and inventors. fynn never flowed well with it and was rather easily overwhelmed by it at an early age. as a kid they expressed no genuine interest in anything really, and instead preferred doing nothing, so long as they were allowed to be alone. it was something that did not sit well with their family. fynn was to carry the mantle of their success, history, and more children to keep things going, which did not, in fact, sit well with them no matter how many of their peers in the same family dynamic gushed about their shared lifestyles and destinies. it was yet another thing they could not relate to, among other things being thrust upon them as labels they never asked for; fynn quickly became the talk of their town. they never cared to argue against them or their parent's complaints; "better to play dead to stay alive", then nothing could truly nag at them. however, if there was something that gnawed at them at all, it was a distinct lack of purpose. they had spent so long doing nothing to the point it almost felt depressing to not be really good at anything; it was one boat ride away that allowed fynn to venture around the mainland and see entirely different things.

one day they saw a monk stealing a noble of all they had in only five seconds, asked how they could do what they did and the rest is history. they went to the same temple, learned the same techniques, and found they were quite good at all of it. fynn knew that sometimes the assassination gigs weren't the most morally correct, or that even when it was they wouldn't get any credit for the deed, and they were content with that. fynn is not someone who has any desire to be remembered and is passionate about the life they've led for themselves and protecting that peace it gave them. they're a rather smart and self-aware individual, and quite understanding as they're not very judgemental. isn't opposed to knowing their party, but has no plans of sticking around at the end either, while the parasites possible power to heighten their prowess at work is intriguing, they're aware that trusting its stability in the long run is likely dumb (but somehow they aren't exactly opposed). plan to romance them with wyll : ) i think his desire to have purpose vs. their lack of desire for one will somehow end up complimenting and opening each other up. their mbti/enneagram is ISTP 9w8

meet magdalena (or mags for short) of berdusk (any pronouns are fine), a chaotic neutral half-orc school of valour bard, and the physical embodiment of the term "here for a good time, not a long time". her story is relatively simple and feel-good in comparison to my other tavs, and i already know i'll end up having the most fun playing him aside from ismene LOL her human dad and orc mom are easily the best parents anyone could ask for, endlessly supportive and loving to whatever their child would choose to do or be as they navigated what he liked and didn't, even though their collective eccentric personalities made them stick out like sore thumbs even in a populated city like berdusk. nonetheless, neither of her parents really cared what people thought so inevitably, he didn't either and in turn became an unapologetically confident and outspoken person. mags learned music from her initially nomadic parents, who traveled all over faerûn sharing their own music, dances and stories, and it became yet another thing they inherited and completely loved. the more he wrote, composed, and sang while playing her father's harp, the stronger mags' music undeniably became, practically wooing anybody that came near it---even those who picked on every surface-level thing about him became unable to deny the magnetism (get it) magdalena of berdusk possessed. they enlisted into a bard academy, attending for years until magdalena found the curriculum to be severely boring, leaving only a year before they would have graduated.

her parents, of course, cheered them on.

so from then on, magdalena felt the rest of faerûn was ready to hear his songs, constantly writing while on the roads, fighting weird shit, performing at nearly every tavern she could find (and shagging only the finest of folk on the way). no matter what though, mags always makes sure to find the time and place to write to her parents no matter where he is and even with a creepy crawly worm in his brain. the situation doesn't necessarily phase them aside from the fact the idea of a worm in her brain skeeves her out a bit, like what if it lays eggs or something? she doesn't exactly understand the full circumstance. other than that, mags is content with chilling with these newfound travel partners of his and seeing where the course takes them, and even if he is to die inevitably she hopes that by the end of it, he'll have a sick ass album to compile before they can. she truly enjoys to savor and experience, so naturally i'm pairing them with shadowheart of all people LOL they'll probably soften each other up. also probably only gives into the tadpole for a while in exchange for the wicked sex dreams until their gf is like "alright you goob can you maybe stop before it kills you faster". mags is an ESFP 8w7 !!

last but not least is zaludra strombjörn (she/her), a lawful neutral wood elf enchantment wizard. omfg shes honestly such a sourpuss LMAO she'll end up likely being my most "evil" route (and by that i mean i have a hard time making mean choices in game lol), but she'll also end up having the most significant development. from a young age, zaludra never had the easiest time connecting with others, and wasn't really allowed to due to her condition. albinism wound up giving her severely overprotective parents who didn't even let her skin go near where sunlight pierced the ground. thus her whole childhood essentially was this reinforced idea that she was deadweight, something that didn't do wonders for her self-esteem as she was unable to directly contribute to anything in her village. in the silence, zaludra only grew a resentment for her home and the situation she was in, only finding more things to dislike about the wooden elf's way of life.

the only time she felt any sort of gratification was in occasional conversations with the only person who would talk to her outside of her parents, her village's sole druid. their magic captivated zaludra, the ability to be anything else, to be something great was---and begged to learn their ways. unfortunately, a severe lack of connection to her people or home made it impossible, and zaludra was back where she started. so, she resorted to other means of obtaining the art of magic; zaludra would venture the nights in the nearest town over in magic shops draped in whatever cloth could cover her skin, checking out basic spell casting books from the local libraries. the more she practiced magic in secret, the more determined she became to be the best in it. overtime it became clear zaludra was a natural genius in the arcanic arts, even learning to craft potions as well, concoctions of her own to make her condition easier to live with rather than hiding in shame because of it. she left her home publicly declaring it beneath her and the potential it had hidden her from and set off to further her education in the city of silverymoon where she only continued to succeed.

she would prove everyone wrong she thought, all of them, including the people who should have supported her the most---her own parents. but highkey though shes super lonely but basically represses that with her undying ambition, but then city and school life makes her highkey more annoyed by other people (likely because she had no clue how to connect with them but dont tell her that). probably will want to learn how to control the tadpole at first for her own power until she starts to unexpectedly not hate her companions, especially karlach because a fine ass tiefling solves everyones emotional problems <3 also i hc that her and astarion get confused as siblings/twins all the time cause of how similar they look she probably hates it. also shes an ISTJ 3w4

anyways thats all IM STILL WAITING ANXIOUSLY FOR THE RELEASE AS WE SPEAK

[robinsno1lesbian]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐒 - 𝐑.𝐁. & 𝐍.𝐖.

you had a speech, you're speechless love slipped beyond your reaches and I couldn't give a reason

nancy wheeler x robin buckley

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: years after what happened in hawkins, nancy and robin meet again and things take a different turn from what they'd expected

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4663

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content! (MDNI), porn with plot & feelings lmao, mild angst, implied cheating, mention of alcohol, vaginal fingering, oral sex (as always let me know if i missed anything!)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 1 year of ronance?? one thing: i wrote this on ao3 at first but when i was about to post it, they messed up the entire format. i sort of fixed it (took HOURS) but it might still look a bit odd?? idk just ignore that part i'm too lazy to fix it right now, it's almost midnight lmao! <3

when robin first saw her standing in the doorway, her heart dropped. not because she wasn't happy to see her because, god she was, but because it felt like seeing a ghost. a person from her past she would've never expected. especially not now, in the middle of a rainy july night she had planned on spending all alone on her couch.

nancy wheeler doesn't look like a ghost though, she looks so very real. her hair has grown much longer than robin has ever seen it and her face has changed too. she seems so much older but in all the right ways. in the ways, robin knows from whenever she looks in the mirror herself. they aren't kids anymore though that's just about how long it must have been since she last saw her.

she is dripping, summer rain drenching her clothes and soaking her hair. she's got her arms wrapped around herself, light blue eyes widened in surprise as if she wasn't expecting robin to actually open the door. strange, robin thinks, considering that she quite literally came to her apartment. but any of this, any thoughts and doubts vanish the second nancy speaks. it's just one word, but hearing the sound of her voice again is enough for her to feel an odd sense of comfort.

"robin-" she says, her facial expression something robin can't wrap her head around. she has half a smile on her lips and yet her eyes betray her. they're somehow scared as if she fears robin would send her away again. they hold a bit of surprise too that probably comes from the fact that this is her first time seeing robin too.

and just like that she stands there, in the hallway of robin's house, leaving a trail of waterdrops behind and smiling in a way that immediately captures the other woman's heart, even after years that have passed. as if she was never truly gone.

"nance..." robin mumbles, her raspy voice cracking when the nickname falls from her lips. "what- god what are you going here? i mean- i- god" she shakes head and steps all the way out of her apartment and into nancy's space. she can't even help herself but wrap her arms around the other girl's body and pull her into a hug. she can hear her gasps and loosens her hug for just a second, afraid that she has made a mistake, but nancy holds her in place and returns the hug with a soft "oh".

she can feel her wet clothes soaking the fabric of her own but she doesn't care. she doesn't care about anything but the fact that nancy is here, with her.

"oh my god" she mumbles and leans back, palms still holding her by the shoulders to look at her from up close "oh my god".

nancy chuckles, her smile spreading across her whole face. she seems relieved.

"you should-" she turns around to give a quick glance into her apartment. thank god she chose to clean up earlier. "you should come inside" ──────────────────

robin's couch bounces slightly under their weight as both women drop down onto it: nancy wearing a skirt and blouse that haven't gotten as wet due to her coat and robin with a bottle of wine and two glasses that she fills up for them.

she isn't sure when or why she has gotten this bottle, considering that she was never really a wine type of woman. but this seems like the right occasion or a least she hopes so.

it's not like she never really knew much about that either. she feels unusually exposed like this, well aware of nancy's eyes on her as she hands her the glass.

"so.." robin finally finds her voice "what brings you here?"

nancy takes a sip from her glass before she answers and robin's eyes immediately fall upon her jaw and the way it moves as she swallows the liquid. she drags her eyes away from it when nancy puts the glass down.

"steve gave me the address" she begins. "i was in town and...i didn't know where else to go"

"hold on" robin furrows her brows. "why are you in town?"

nancy inhales slowly. "i mean...i wanted to see you...i think...i- i kept thinking about you and i didn't have anything else to do"

robin wants to be surprised, wants to ask a million questions but how could she when nancy said that she wanted to see her ? that she kept thinking about her ? these words have her heart racing in her chest in excitement. the kind of excitement that reminds her of her youth and of all the times she had spent loving nancy. from afar at first and then from up close too, though no one ever knew about that.

it was their little secret, the one thing they had and shared in times when everything else had been ripped from them.

it was not what they should have done, robin knows that and she knows nancy knows too. it was tragic and heartbreaking and yet it was beautiful for as long as it lasted. and then, from one day to the other, it had all been gone.

"how long has it been?" nancy asks and tilts her head.

she looks beautiful like this, robin thinks, with her knees drawn to her body while she has an arm propped up up the armrest. she looks older, too; her hair has grown longer and her eyes seem to be less...tired? or exhausted, maybe?

either way, robin knows what must've caused this; the sleepless nights that followed the events of 1986 had left a mark on all of them. that seems to be gone now, though. or at least a lot less present.

robin wonders if nancy still falls asleep to the sound of jonathan's breathing. if they're still as strong as they were at 18. but she can't bring herself to ask that. she can't bare to hear the truth about the nights they had spent together back then.

although she can imagine it perfectly fine: "we were children robin" nancy would say, nipping on her glass of wine occasionally. "we didn't know what we were doing. it meant nothing". only the voice of imaginary nancy in her head makes her heart drop. it didn't mean nothing to her. of course not.

but nancy had jonathan, chose jonathan. even after the nights they had spent nuzzled up against one another beneath the weight of the blanket, telling stories about the things they would do once all of this would be over.

years have passed ever since. years of occasional calls, questions about life but always avoiding those topics. years of telling each other they would meet again soon and somehow they never did. robin wonders what changed.

"i'm not sure i want to know, actually" robin chuckles. "too long, that's for sure" "yeah" nancy nods, her gaze lingering on the coffee table absentmindedly for a split second. "too long"

she turns the wine glass in her hands before she finally speaks: "so, robin buckley" her head turns to look at her, her deep blue eyes sending shivers down robin's spine.

"how have you been here?"

"oh you know-" robin shrugs. "getting around...i have a pretty solid job, an apartment i like..."

"is-" nancy cuts herself off for a second, as if she's reconsidering her words, before she does speak "is there anyone?"

"oh" she blushes slightly, praying that it is dark enough to conceal the soft shade of red of her cheeks. "no...i mean, i guess there have been women but...it never felt right"

never felt right with anyone but you, is what robin means to say. she wants to scream it, at the top of her lungs, like she should've done when nancy left hawkins. maybe if she would've done so, things would be different now.

"what about you?" she asks instead, chewing the insides of her cheeks nervously.

the sight of this makes nancy chuckle to herself; years have gone by and this is still robin. all grown up now, long curls held out of her face with a hair claw so that her freckled skin is on full display. but it's still her: the tall girl who reached for her hand in the upside down, who held her when no one else did, who put bandages to the wound that have scarred now but are still a permanent reminder of who they are. who had always been so unapologetically herself.

"it's...difficult" she answers, drowning the last bits of wine in one gulp to give her the strength to go on. "jonathan and i we- well we were engaged as you know-"

the words are enough for her to internally flinch. she does know. she remembers the day she got the letter, inviting her to their 'engagement party' in big, loopy letters. it all seemed so final then. not like it hadn't already felt final before, but this seemed to be it.

"yeah" she nods.

"but that kind of...didn't work as we had planned" nancy looks down at her hands, at the spot where the engagement ring used to sit -tying her to a person whom she could never love the way he deserved it.

robin's gaze follows her, eyes widening slightly when she finds the spot empty. "what happened?"

"i don't think our visions of a future matched the way we thought they would. he had all those dreams and...i knew i couldn't give him that"

she nods along to her words softly.

"when did you...?"

"it's been a little while" nancy explains and puts the glass on the coffee table. "it's fine we don't- let's not talk about him right now okay?"

she knows robin deserves the truth. probably the most out of all people. but nancy is also well aware that this truth, her truth, could ruin them more than life already has. and she isn't ready to lose robin.

"of course, of course" robin agrees. "whatever you prefer it's just..."

she reaches out softly and ever so slowly until her hand reaches nancy's. their fingers link in an instant and for a split second, they're in the upside down again, darkness all around while creatures of terror are screeching in the distance. they're both 18 once more, secretly head over heels for the other while knowing they could not be.

just like all these years ago, skin meets skin and all the worries in this world become white noise to their feelings.

nancy blinks and her eyes find robin's. they're 26 again, in a beautiful apartment that is more robin than anything imaginable. times have changed, they have too.

"you got this" she whispers, just like nancy once did. "and even if you don't, i got you"

a soft smile creeps upon her features, softening the sharp edges of her face that she never grew out of. robin is happy she didn't. she has always been the most beautiful woman robin has ever laid her eyes on and yet mid-20s look good on nancy, probably even better than 18.

"maybe i should have stayed" nancy mumbles. "robin did i...did i make the wrong choice?"

she clears her throat, slightly taken aback by the answer. her younger-self would have yelled now. she would have yelled and screamed and cried about how she did make the wrong choice and how she broke her heart by leaving.

but she has grown.

nancy hadn't been ready, unlike herself. it had been unfair, but that's the way it was then. robin had sworn herself she wouldn't waste her time waiting for a woman that had chosen her own way.

now she knows that she has waited all along.

"you didn't, you- you weren't ready nancy" she explains. "this couldn't have worked like this"

nancy tilts her head and gives her a look that tells her just how thankful she is. she also leans in a lot closer than she did before. but maybe robin is imagining that part.

"is there still time...?" she breathes. oh she's definitely not imagining that. she can feel nancy's breath on her face. "can i- god, please let me fix this"

and then she closes the little distance that is left between them.

her lips feel softer than they did back then. she must've dropped the anxious habit of chewing on them. but robin doesn't care about that right now, and pushes the thought away for another time.because nancy, her nancy, is kissing her again.

it's been years of longing for the taste of those lips and yet robin remembers. robin remembers everything.

they still feel like flying on clouds and taste like the summer of '86. their mouths meet softly at first, testing long-forgotten waters. they're a long series of pressing carefully and giving in for the silent plead. that's until nancy's part slightly and robin can't help but follow suit immediately.

nancy allows robin to take control over the kiss, unlike she had done back when they first kiss.

the sensation of tongues sliding against each other has her head spinning too much to remain in control over anything.

robin wastes no time in pulling them up, her lips never leaving nancy's as they move through the apartment in a haze.

"h-how do you- i mean- is this-" robin curses herself for this damn rambling that comes up at the most inconvenient of all times. the other woman doesn't mind though. she just smiles.

"your bedroom, robin" she whispers.

"oh, yeah...yeah right" robin says, biting her lip.

that same smile is still plastered over nancy's face when she mumbles a sweet invitation of "come here" and wraps her arms around her again.

they stumble down the hallway of the apartment, occasionally walking against corners and walls without breaking their kiss. there is a trail of clothing following them on the wooden floor, a sweater, a blouse, and a tank top lining up until where they're standing. nancy chuckles against her lips as the taller woman struggles to find the doorknob behind her, all while she is getting pressed against it by her. once she figures it out, robin wastes no time in pulling nancy inside. suddenly very self-conscious, she stands in front of her, finally allowing robin to take in the beautiful sight in front of her.

she is standing right in front of robin the woman who she loved all these years ago. who she still loves, if she's being honest. but this is probably not the time for this conversation, nancy decides. not when she's wearing nothing but a lacy bra and her jeans still, just waiting for robin to undress her.

"you're- you're so beautiful, nancy" robin whispers, her eyes glued to her body. there's no shame in her shameless gaping. for the first time, she can actually do so without feeling utterly ashamed. and she's making some good use of that. blush creeps up her chest and robin's lips curl into a smile.

"you're beautiful too" nancy returns and steps into her space. robin is wearing a rather decent, black bra, but god it looks good. she reaches out, her palm meeting robin's upper arm just beneath her shoulder. neither of them speaks, heavy breathing the only proper noise they can manage as she runs her hand upwards softly. over the outstanding collarbones, the hundreds of freckles she has counted more times than she cares to admit, over the soft flesh of her pulse point, until her fingers wrap around the back of her neck.

robin has moved her hands down to settle on nancy's waist and, just like that, she pulls her in. they lean in slowly, slower than they've ever done it before. seizing every second they can get of this.

it is nancy who eventually closes the distance by pulling robin towards her with her hand on her neck.

their moths meet parted, hot breaths past each other's lips while they press their foreheads together.

"i want you" nancy mumbles and is rewarded by robin's mouth pressing against hers. their tongues slide together within seconds. they move together softly at first, taking their time to explore each other's mouths. but when robin sucks nancy's bottom lip into her mouth and nancy audibly gasps at the feeling, the last bits of remaining ice is broken.

this is also all it takes for the kisses to reach new heights, hands roaming freely while they're still hooked to the other's lips. eventually, though, robin breaks the kiss. nancy is about to complain, at least that's until robin's lips attach to her neck and her parted lips -prepared to let out a complaint- open wider to let out a sinful gasp, followed by "oh Robin".

her mouth is doing some absolute magic work on her neck that has her legs shaking and leaves her with no other choice but to hold on to the back of her head and pray that she won't stop anytime soon. robin isn't planning on stopping, of course. this, the feeling of nancy's fingers curling up in her hair, her racing pulse beneath her lips, her soft moans like fuel to the fire that's burning within her, it's all so much. it's pure bliss. it's not nearly enough.

as her tongue licks a long stripe up nancy's neck, her fingers find her nipples through the thin lace of her bra. nancy mumbles some incoherent words of how she needs it off of her but robin gets the hint and reaches around her body, unclasps it with surprising ease that has nancy wondering just how many women robin has been with since her, and let's gravity do the rest of the work as it drops to the floor.

nancy's eyes meet hers and she feels almost shy now, with robin still in her underwear while she has been stripped out of her own. that can be changed though, she realizes, and steps forward to get robin into an equal state of undressing.

robin chuckles to see how eager nancy seems to be to ger her naked but doesn't mind one bit. she guides the other woman to the bed, where she sits down on the edge of the mattress before pulling nancy onto her lap.

her fingers run over her cheeks, cupping her face in her soft hands while she looks down at her through the dim light.

"i missed this" she whispers quietly, so quietly robin isn't even sure she was supposed to hear it. her voice is layered with so many emotions but nancy wheeler is not gonna get emotional about sex. yet the image of robin is enough for her to start crying if she just focused on that for long enough. "i missed you".

"i missed you too, nance" robin replies. her voice is as raspy as it ever was, like music to nancy's ears.

"please touch me!"

and so she does. she brings her lips to her chest and kisses all over her skin. nancy leans her head back immediately, her eyes fluttering shut at the heavenly sensation of finally having her mouth on her body again. she still has a hand behind her head and guides her softly, giving her a suggestive tug of her hair, closer to her hardened nipples. robin understands within seconds and wraps her lips around them before sucking softly. her eyes meet nancy's as she does so and she is delighted to see that nancy's lips have parted and she is panting at the new feeling.

"oh god...yes!"

her lips begin trailing further downward after a bit more of this, further and further, as far as their current position allows it. at the same time, she has both of her palms on nancy's back to hold her close.

"beautiful" she whispers. "so beautiful...so pretty..."

then, when nancy least expects it, she spins them around so that she has her laying beneath herself. nancy lets out a noise of surprise that turns into sweet laughter once she realizes what robin is up to.

she watches her with curious eyes as the other woman props herself up over her with both of her arms. it gives her just the right amount of space between their bodies to wrap her arms around her body and, with a questioning tilt of her head that robin confirms with a nod, take off her bra too. once she has loosened it, she allows the fabric to slide down her body.

her fingers dance over robin's ribcage faintly, feeling the swell of scars that she carries from the battle in hawkins still. she hopes that each line of her fingerprints might help them heal.

robin's breathing is labored when nancy's hands find her breasts and she gives them both a gentle, careful squeeze.

"holy shit nance-" her voice is richly layered with want for the girl beneath her and carries little cracks with it that shoot right down to nancy's center.

she leans down again, kissing her already swollen lips. she would probably allow nancy to play with her tits for hours -maybe one day she will actually ask her to do so, assuming that this is more than a one-time thing- but she wants her, needs her. nancy sucks on her tongue and robin groans audibly, a noise from deep inside her throat. finally, her lips move downwards again, except that this time their position is not an obstacle for that. she kisses her way down, until she is laying between nancy's legs, her fingers hooked around the waistband of her skirt. she lookes up at her and mumbles "can i?"

"please" nancy nods. "please"

robin pulls down both her underwear and the skirt and brings it all the way down her long legs before throwing it over her shoulder absentmindedly. she keeps looking right into nancy's eyes though, not wanting to make her uncomfortable by gaping at her pussy. nancy wouldn't mind though, if anything, she would greatly appreciate it if robin finally gave her the attention she wants.

she spreads her legs even wider and finally, robin's eyes wander lower. she visibly licks her lips and inhales sharply at the sight in front of her:

nancy is wet. she's so wet and wanting for her.

she fights back the internal urge to press her thighs together, because that would mean robin would probably lean back and that is the last thing she wants. instead, she grabs the back of her head and bucks her hips upwards. robin gets the hint and lets it happen, lets her pull her face into her. she puts her hands to her inner thighs and holds her open as she licks a broad, long stripe through her with the flat of her tongue, before circling her clit with the tip of it.

it seems as if she hasn't forgotten a thing after all this time, as if she still remembers all the spots that have nancy seeing stars. she wraps her lips around her clit after some more licks and sucks gently, immediately earning an arch of nancy's back and a broken moan of her name in response.

she keeps teasing around her clit with her tongue and then occasionally dips down to gather more of her arousal on her tongue to bring it up.

"fuck nancy" she breathes, voice all hoarse. "you taste so fucking good"

nancy only tries to pull robin closer at that. she feels so hungry right now. she wants more, she needs more. nancy doubts she has ever felt this way before. not with Jonathan, definitely not with steve back then. and even the nights she has spent with robin...nothing could compare to what this feels like. back then they had to rush things, had to keep it quiet, had to love each other in utter silence. now she can love her freely, she can let robin love her freely. for the first time she doesn't have the weight of shame on her shoulders.

robin is still sweeping her tongue through her, but she does it slowly. firm and with purpose, but it is obvious that she wants to take her time with this. just like nancy does.

"oh robin..." nancy's eyes have fallen shut, which gives her no warning when robin begins toying a singular finger to her entrance. her eyes fly open at that but before she has time to fully comprehend it, she pushes it inside and she cries out loud. the noise has robin clenching around nothing between her own legs because she can head just how good nancy is feeling because of her.

she pumps it into her a couple of times, attentively watching what nancy seems to like before the woman above her lets out a whiny "more please" and she adds a second one to it. the pushes it into her slowly but nancy takes it all, moaning as she stretches her further.

"oh- oh my god robin- right there fuck" she moans.

robin wastes no time in getting her mouth back on her and syncing the licks of her tongue over her clit with the thrusts of her fingers. "you're so pretty like this" she mumbles against her and the vibration of her voice goes right into nancy's aching cunt. after a couple of minutes of this, of slow thrusts and licking, she starts picking up her pace. she can feel nancy growing slightly impatient; hips rolling with each curl of her fingers and fingernails scratching her scalp in a desperate attempt to have her closer.

she gets a reaction out of her immediately. the volume of her moans increases and she can feel her legs shaking around her head.

"robin- shit robin- i'm- i'm close" nancy gasps, her back arching off the mattress while she rocks her hips forward in quick motions, chasing her orgasm. "please- please robin please"

"shh" robin hushes her and puts a palm to her stomach to ground her back down onto the bed. "don't worry nance, i told you i got you"

and with that, she picks up her pace again, much quicker this time. high pitched moans echo through the room as nancy grabs for robin's other hand that is still sitting on her thigh and holds onto it for dear life as she comes. robin fucks her through it, and allows her to ride her orgasm out on her tongue; she just lays it flatly against her, and nancy does the rest of it.

nancy's moans are louder than she has ever heard them. she sounds so fucking pretty, robin thinks to herself.

eventually, nancy's orgasm has washed over her and she comes down from her height. she is panting, her chest rising and falling while her eyes are still closed and she is leaning back.

"holy shit" she breathes and chuckles, the aftershocks still rippling through her limbs.

"yeah..." robin mumbles, chin and fingers covered in nancy's cum. "holy shit"

"god" nancy opens her arms. she sounds still breathless but her gaze settles firmly on robin. "come here please"

that's all the woman needs to hear. she slowly withdraws her fingers from her, still careful not to accidentally overstimulate her right now. once she has pulled all the way out, she crawls up her body and nancy wraps her arms around her to hold her especially close. she kisses all over her, every part of her head she can reach: her hair, her forehead, her cheeks, her nose. "thank you" she manages in between kisses. "oh thank you robin..."

robin just smiles, allows her to hold onto her as she recovers from her orgasm.

she's not sure what this means yet, not sure what will happen once they finish whatever this is. she knows she wants nancy to stay. not just for the night but for much longer. she knows that letting her go again would be too much for her to bare after she has lost her once before.

so she holds her just a tiny bit closer to her own body, strokes just a little bit more of her skin she can reach, and whispers sweet nothings to her to steady her racing heart. makes use of everything she can get as long as she has it, the fear of nancy leaving slowly creeping into her head.

little does she know that nancy, who is running her fingers through her hair as she enjoys the soft kisses and touches on her skin, has already made up her mind. that for the first time ever, nancy is not afraid to make a choice this fundamental.

nancy knows what she really, truly wants. she knows she wants robin.

and she will show her just how much...

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. currently very tempted to write a part 2 so...

[mandareeboo]

Unfinished Work #60: "Untitled" (Finished)

I never felt up to publishing this, but I've been rewatching BoJack and felt it'd be good to put here! A little goodbye to an old friend between Hollyhock and Diane.

Title: N/A

Summary: N/A

"Sorry about this," the horse said. "You're probably really busy with writer things."

"You wanna know what I was going to do before coming out on the porch to have a smoke and chat with you?" Diane asked dryly. "I was about ten seconds away from telling my husband I was going out onto the porch to have a smoke. It's not even half the inconvenience you think it is."

"Oh," she responded, and fell silent.

Diane let out a gust of lung cancer in a long, drawn-out sigh. Texas is pretty in postcards but hotter than the sun in person, with the added bonus of all sorts of creepy crawlies straight out of the official nightmare catalogue, but it's kind of nice? There's trees everywhere. Lots of open, bumpy land. The spider currently weaving its web a few feet from her isn't even venomous- it's an orb weaver of some sort. All in all, better than death.

It'd be nicer if her company talked, though.

"Let me guess," Diane prompted, making her jump. "You're Hollyhock, right?"

"Bojack told you about me?" Hollyhock asked, ignoring her question.

"He told all his friends about you. He was really excited to have family he didn't loathe with all his being."

"Oh," she repeated, softer this time.

"Relax, you're not gonna end up on his wiki page or anything. And, for what it's worth, I'm really happy to meet you in person. You're shorter than I thought you'd be."

Hollyhock looked at her hands, where her phone was situated, then back at Diane. "Bojack's told me about you, too. He talked a lot about a lot of things, but you especially."

"And that made you think I had answers?"

She shrugged helplessly.

Diane took another drag. "You want the truth? He's an asshole. Whatever you feel or suspect about him is absolutely vindicated."

"Yeah." she said. "But I miss him anyway. Isn't that... awful?"

"No? I don't think it is. I mean, the part that sucks about people is that they're more than just one thing. Sure, Bojack is a sleezy, emotionally-abusive jerk who's slept with almost every woman he's ever met, but he also sends stupid little text messages about stuff he saw on his drive home, and one time when he got drunk he sang the lollipop song and it was actually the prettiest thing ever, and he helps you pack even though he complains the whole time. He's all that shit."

"He once threw his mom's doll out a window."

"I know. He told me."

"He did?"

"He's always drunk-dialed me. Fifteen years now, and I'm his drunk-dial SOS." Diane considered her cigarette a moment. It was her first one of the day. A new record low. "I never met her, but I spoke to Beatrice twice- for his book."

"Oh, yeah, that thing. I never read it?"

"It sold alright, but it wasn't the next great American novel. Anyway, I called the retirement home to get a statement- got the phone number off of Bojack's long-time manager and friend Princess Carolyn- and called. This was before the dementia really ate up her brain- think, I dunno, almost nine years before you knew her- and she was still pretty sharp. I said, 'hi, this is Diane Nyguyen, I'm ghost-writing a novel about your son, Bojack' and she said, 'what, is he too lazy to write it himself'?"

Hollyhock winced. "Woof."

"Oh, I'm just getting started." Diane flicked some ash away. "We went in circles a bit, but eventually I laid it out for her. 'Mrs. Horseman', I said, 'I'm writing about your son's life, and as such I have called to see if you had any note-worthy stories or quotes you'd like to add'. She was pretty quiet for a minute. Then she said, 'sure, why not, I'm dying anyway. Might as well debase myself even more.' She told me all about her husband, Butterscotch-"

"Bojack never said much about him."

"There wasn't much to say, honestly. Bojack took after him and he always hated himself for it. Beatrice despised her husband for being unfaithful, bitter, and sexist. And she told me, 'now, put this in your little book, girl, and put it word-for-word. Bojack took after him, but he had the sense to be a bit quieter about it; which is a bit like saying the hissing roach is less disturbing to the eyes than the American one because it eats leaves instead of garbage. They're both insects, and they're both a waste of the paper their books were written on'." She paused. "Gotta say, she was damn eloquent."

Hollyhock winced again. "Double woof."

"It's the one story I never put into One Trick Pony. Not because I thought she'd regret saying it, or because it wouldn't fit the tone of the book, but because I knew it'd rip Bojack apart. Even back then, I was putting him above my own job. He has a way of worming into things like that." Diane stamped out the rest of the smoke, then pulled out another one. "I used to smoke like a freight train, but now it's only when I get worked up. Sorry about the second-hand."

Hollyhock was quiet again, but this time it was more pensive than anything else. "I... wrote him a letter. I actually don't even know if he read it, because he kept sending me voicemails telling me he would, but he never told me he did before I changed my number. I thought it'd be over. I thought I was moving on, but..."

"Moving on isn't the same as moving away," Diane said. "Trust me. I've packed houses before. But even now, I still find myself looking for him in the news, or thinking back to the good times we had."

"Mhmm. He tried to learn sports for me, you know? Because he wanted to cheer me on. And that still means a lot to me. But then I remember that interview, and I just... I just can't do it. I can't talk to someone who's done stuff like that."

"That's completely in your right! I know you're a grown-up, but you're still pretty young, you know? Bojack's in his fifties. His problems shouldn't be on anyone, but they especially shouldn't be on you."

"You won't tell him I came, will you? I know you're friends, but..."

"I think your definition of friendship is a bit different from us, kiddo. I mean, we haven't spoken in almost a year now. I just go see his movies, and he sends me long rambling reviews about my books, and we follow each other on social media."

"That feels like friendship," she concurred. "Mrs. Nyguyen?"

"God, don't. Diane."

"Diane. Did you and Bojack….?"

"Nope. But not because he didn't want to. I was dating when we first met, and married a good chunk of the time I lived in L.A. Now I'm married again. If I hadn't been... well, he would've tried, if nothing else."

"And you?"

She pursed her lips. "There was a time where I lived in his house and spent every day getting shitfaced drunk, and nothing skeevy happened. He'd come home, I'd be drunk and when was Bojack not drunk? We'd drink more and we'd watch reruns of Horsin' Around. I liked that. It wasn't healthy, but I liked it. And I liked him. I try not to think too hard about it, but... I dunno, honestly."

Hollyhock pulled her knees to her chest. "I came here hoping to find a way to stop missing him. Now I just miss him even more? I hate emotions."

Diane smiled. It was bittersweet. "Now you sound like a true Horseman."

[tymbalzine]

A Really Really Long Shang Tsung Tangent

HIIIIIIIIIII ~ <3

I've mentioned it on another post but I feel like getting it out there with more explanation. This is my first sort of think piece or character analysis I'm posting publicly so bear with me lol.

The TLDR is there are villains, there are people who are bad, and there are people that could do better but have a lot of trouble doing so. Not all of them are disordered or have something afflicting their decision making. But Shang Tsung, in my mind and given all the factors, is a villain with ASPD/Anti-social personality disorder.

While ASPD can contribute to what is medically considered 'psychopathy' and 'sociopathy', and from my anecdotal experience those who experience ASPD do not shy from the words, I personally will only be referring to the disorder itself.

I also got a comment about how much of this is him being disordered and how much of is a choice. I want to make it absolutely clear, while my theory of his tendencies stand, all his actions in the game are his choices nonetheless.

I still clown on him for not being able to just grin and bear the cards dealt to him and/or make a friend because... yeah he really just should have. This ramble is me acknowledging that many villains don't fit the description of ASPD, but he's one that definitely is rife with enabled anti-social behavior.

I think a lot about the second chance Liu Kang gave him. The parallels they gave Shang Tsung and Raiden are evident. People born in small pockets of their world, unassuming and uneventful until someone of great power (titans, no less) approach them with a task.

The difference is how they handle it. What is there to handle? Well... a lot, if you have as severe problems with empathy and collaborating with the rules of society as Shang Tsung does. His pre-game biography lists him as 'too lazy for labor' and 'too shifty for honest work', but he can work hard for the right promises as is evident in the game.

Gritting his teeth and doing the work handed to him would have been easier. While Outworld has its issues (prominently, the remnants of the royal's imperialist stand-offs and the ableism that looms in various Outworld characters' narratives), the general wellbeing of the working class doesn't seem to be one of them. But as a huckster, he's isolated, consistently having to rely on his lies, and receiving the consequences.

To be honest, I don't think Shang Tsung didn't try. I can believe it not working out very fast, but I don't think he simply ignored that standard work is out there. He can be arrogant and bratty, but he doesn't dilute his options.

Symptoms of ASPD such as lack of empathy, ignorance to the result of his actions, and disinterest in performing standard work/social obligations are already evident, and would impede on his life whether he is a powerful sorcerer or a nobody. These impact any friendships he could have, his impulse control, and how he regards anyone up to and including himself (who he deems untrustworthy).

But we are social people that want to feel, want to be happy. Anti-social behavior isn't extreme introversion, in fact many people with ASPD are very extraverted and social. It's less about being around people and more about the reactions they're capable of while with said people.

Not all villains have a disorder, obviously. Some have motivations deemed reasonable, and some are just delightfully evil. Shang Tsung starts off very disordered and not entirely villainous, though hardly good. He was someone who couldn't do what people around him thought was so straightforward.

He's in distress over his life as a scammer, but not really how it impacts others. He's unable to connect to them and has a sense of grandeur over them, but honestly most people are doing better than he can. People, to him, are inherently isolating and alienating. He's aware this isn't normal, and can only answer to it with apathy and more lies.

Most people with ASPD don't go in for that diagnosis. They do so because of comorbidities: mood disorders like depression and bi-polar, anxiety disorders such as OCD, and other personality disorders such as BPD. I do think this would have been the case for Shang Tsung as well, if Outworld was a sort of place that would pick these things out about him, but it isn't.

Damashi's approach is so glaring to me as a result. I can make all the wet cat jokes in the world, but it is sad to me that he cannot process the consequences of his actions, only that he is forced to feel them. He expects so badly out of others that he doesn't bother giving them anything good or better from him, which gets him punished, and the cycle starts all over. That's what he figures the woman is about to do.

And that woman could have been anyone. That's already the lesson there, as she is Titan Shang Tsung in disguise. He was given the right words by someone equally manipulative and was just as vulnerable to tricks, lies, and abuse as anyone else would be in his position.

You gotta remember, if she was there just to pummel him into a pulp, he was about to let her.

His decision to follow her is one of desperation and likely depression. Depression manifests differently to those who find themselves alienated, and do not understand people's sympathy and overt emotional responses.

From my anecdotal research, there's a set of words that come up a lot that doesn't show up on many articles or bullet points about ASPD. Numbness and boredom. It's not a normal boredom where you can occupy yourself with an activity or friends. It is a complete lapse of emotional connection and stimulation. If you aren't angry, you are bored. If you aren't bored, you are numb.

Which moves us into the topic of: sensation chasing.

"Damashi" teaches him real sorcery, and what ensues is his development into the conniving and cruel Shang Tsung we know and dread. A true testament to Shang Tsung's wit and manipulative tendencies, along with this new position dissolving his impulse control. Now that he isn't held down by a lack of magic, he treats people like objects toward his greater goals with even less regard than he had in the first place.

Good L-rd you are short.

People are the subject of his curiosity and how he chases off his boredom susceptibility. "Damashi" has a plan set in stone, but Shang Tsung's horrific laboratory is unrelated to "her" demands. The lab isn't just dedicated to his own research, but his sense of morbid novelty. He can already manipulate and use people - creating hybrids out of those already existing is a very "because I can" thing.

Syzoth is one of Shang Tsung's biggest victims of this. Shang Tsung exerts control of him first for his shapeshifting, but proceeds to keep him around and hang his family over his head... because he can. And because he can, he thinks it better to do so. But the more time he kept Syzoth in the cold, cruel, and dark, the more chances he was giving him to fight back or sabotage Shang Tsung - something that ends up happening.

Shang Tsung killed Syzoth's family very early into this. Perhaps even the day the Syzoth agreed to stay in the lab. What does he get out of hiding that? Perhaps it was a sort of inside joke, a chuckle he got with each and every visit. It wasn't for control, and it wasn't to get anything out of Syzoth besides a reaction. He gave himself something by doing it this way, no matter how cruel it was to Syzoth.

There's a lot of other examples obviously about how Shang Tsung treats the people around him, but I think that one's the most important to get out of the way. This post's long enough already.

More evidence of Shang Tsung having ASPD is his primary motive: revenge against Liu Kang. Shang Tsung doesn't dare question why he couldn't fit into a normal life, he only applies new faces to the life he detested and blames them for his problems. Taking responsibility and accountability would mean processing his social faults and how to improve them... something he absolutely refused to do.

When Shang Tsung is faced with "Damashi"'s true identity, he's more angry about being manipulated and outsmarted than any of the plans falling through. He's told, to his face, he isn't the best or smartest. He was a tool, running errands while being conspired against. Instead of registering that and empathizing with the people he used before this reveal, it fuels his internalized cruelty.

When he collaborates with Liu Kang's crew, he clearly tries to suck up to Kuai Liang and even Raiden. But these are people that run on empathy. Caring about people as a whole and having faith in them doesn't mesh with Shang Tsung's view that this whole world runs on fraudulent transactions. In that moment, he fits in with the people around him just as poorly as he did while running a travel cart.

Alan Lee, the voice actor of Shang Tsung, mentions that "Damashi" approached Shang Tsung with a cheat code to life so potent that it makes Shang Tsung determined to own up to his depravity. He describes him as a "madman with pandora's box, mixed with a child to the keys to candyland." He's unpredictable, not just by standard villainy, but because nothing else has appealed to him in life.

Now that Shang Tsung has burned nearly every bridge he had, he wants to own up to that. Because to him, the only other option is the quiet. Boredom. That numbness again. If he spent any longer in that travel cart, he may have frankly committed suicide out of the sheer droll.

He will lie, steal, and carve his way into and out of any problem as he was enabled to under Titan Shang Tsung, and in a way has initiated a new, sad reality of chasing that Titan's shadow.

[little-peril-stories]

Happy STS! So if you don't mind, imma keep asking questions about The Queen of Lies until the big day arrives (whenever that may be!) Consider me your unofficial hype machine.

What was the biggest challenge or difficulty you encountered in the course of writing TQOL that you didn't have when writing TPOT? Did it surprise you? And why do you think it was an issue here and not in the original story?

Thank you, Claire, for the ask! Happy STS! Even though it's Wednesday!! I super do not mind, and I'm sorry I took a while to get to this. I'm staying with family and my free time always gets kind of messed up when that happen.

I love having you as my unofficial hype machine and I appreciate it so so much!!! 💕

This is such a good question. I have been pondering it for days. I kinda got rambling so I'll add a Read More to avoid taking up too much real estate on the dash.

One thing I struggled with: writing Will so that his snark and defiance still felt fun and fresh despite the fact that we've met him in this way before, but also writing Will so that he still felt like the same person. His character arc is really different in TQOL, and his struggles and suffering are largely (though not entirely) of a different sort as well. We get to see a different side of him for at least part of the AU, and I guess I feared accidentally just making him into a whole new character. I still want him to feel like himself.

(Of course, this wasn't an issue for TPOT because it was the first time I was writing him and I had nothing to 'keep consistent' to.)

So...yeah. Keeping the characters consistent from TPOT to TQOL was a big challenge. Colette also got a bit of this; she definitely reads a little different in the AU, although there are plot reasons why, and I did pull from one (TPOT) scene in particular to explore one aspect of her character we really only see once(ish) in TPOT.

I didn't worry about this for Breanna because as far as I'm concerned, she is a different person, and this story is of how she grows into someone far more like Bree.

If I'm being honest, my biggest challenge with TQOL is happening, like...now. I've started my readthrough and will soon be preparing to post it. The story just kind of fell out of me, so fast that I didn't have much time to second-guess myself, but that's all coming out now.

is it realistic enough? (super did not care about this while writing TPOT; now there are some things I would edit out)

was I too mean to [character] in [x] chapters? (in TPOT, there are like 2 things from early in the story that I feel were either 'too mean' or 'not realistic' and I may very well edit them out, but I didn't have this concern. Even though I was, like, really mean to the characters.)

did I do enough time period research? (super did not care about this for TPOT. enjoy your anachronisms. yum yum.)

did I treat [x] subject with the appropriate amount of sensitivity, care, and respect? (in TPOT, I really only had this concern with *that one chapter* but with TQOL, there's a few things I'm nervous about)

even though I knowingly and purposely repeated some plot elements/tropes because I wanted to see if I could / because I just wanted to, will readers see that as cheap or lazy? (n/a to TPOT)

is there enough whump for the whump people? (n/a to TPOT. there is whump aplenty in there)

is the romance executed well enough for the romance people? (lol in TPOT I was allergic to Bree & Will's romance until the bitter end so this was...not really on my mind)

and the list goes on.

Thank you so much for your question. It made me think a lot!

[angieloveshua]

“188男团 novels.” | Angie reviews novels that she read in Spanish because she was too lazy to translate her reactions to English, pt. 1.

🫧 —Alpha Predator. | 5/5 ☆.

No carrd, unfortunately.

Alpha Predator is the latest 188男团 novel of the series, and by so far, my absolute favourite. The story follows Shen Dai, an B rate omega, who agrees to marry off on behalf of his half-brother to pay off his father's debts. Little did he know that his meant-to-be husband was Qu Moyu, the heir of the Xingzhou Group, his boss, and the man who saved him from an embarrassing situation years ago. Shen Dai knows that the best option for him is to see this marriage as a financial exchange, but he can't help falling in love with the handsome yet ruthless Qu Moyu.

This novel is an ABO classic, but who doesn't love classics? I do. I love Alpha Predator, and I read the whole book in four days. I must mention that Suida knows how to draft addictive novels. I devour this one, and I miss the feeling I got while reading it.

Before reading the novel, I saw someone ranking Qu Moyu as the scummiest gong of all the series, even worse than Shao Qun, and I was scared. What could have this man do to be worse than Shao Qun? When I finished the novel, I couldn't disagree more.

Although I am well aware that what Qu Moyu did was atrocious, to say the least, I understand why he did all of that. He was raised to always value rationality and benefits above everything, even his own feelings. And guess what? I'm weak. I never hated him. I adore how he addressed all what he did, he reflects about it (and I put this in italics because I feel like most of the love interests don't regret their mistakes and just try not to do that badly again), and he works hard to be a better husband, father, and man. In conclusion: I'm biased. Qu Moyu best 188男团 gong. 💜

Before going to the next novel, let me at these two bullet points:

The ABO. It was extremely interesting to see how alphas and omegas were divided into classes according to their pheromone level and how it played a key role in the protagonists' lives. The scenes where pheromones came into place were /screams.

The romance. QuShen is the best 188 couple, beat it.

🫧 —Winner Takes All. | 4/5 ☆.

carrd.

Winner Takes All is the first 188男团 novel I read, and I would also recommend it to be your first one if you want to get into the 188男团 world. The pace is easy to follow, and Zhao Jinxin is one of the least scummy gongs of the series.

The book's MC is Li Shuo, who is dearly loved within the fandom and had played the second love interest in other novels (Sissy, for example), and we see how he falls in love with 🥁 his enemy's cousin, Zhao Jinxin. Really, one of the greatest sins Zhao Jinxin has committed is to be Shao Qun's cousin (and this isn't even his fault, you see).

Li Shuo and Zhao Jinxin have good chemistry. They have a lot of interests in common and their families are friends. One could say it's a match made in heaven and that nothing could go wrong... right?

Well, well, well, let me tell you that I was so heartbroken that I had to listen to Bad Bunny songs to not cry. But don't worry! It's a HE.

🫧 —Additional Inheritance. | 3/5 ☆.

No carrd, unfortunately.

Additional Inheritance («Maldita herencia», Damned Inheritance in Spanish) is Luo Yi's and Wen Xiaohui's story. Everything starts when Wen Xiaohui receives her adoptive jiejie's suicide notice —but not only that, her jiejie left him a considerable amount of inheritance along with her only child, a fifteen-year-old boy named Luo Yi, who has a high IQ and is considered matured for his age.

For this novel, I remembered I posted a tweet with a theory of what could ruined Luo Yi's and Wen Xiaohui's happiness. My moots called me ‘witch,’ and for one moment in my life, I hated being right.

To say I was shocked was the least. I texted, let's say, six of my friends and told them what was going because I couldn't believe my eyes. How could he...?!

And so, yes, I can't say that I hate Luo Yi, but I also can't say that I love him. I don't want to post a spoiler here, but, hey, I was reading a little in my graduation party and I didn't know what to do with my feelings.

As for the plot, I enjoyed how Wen Xiaohui escalated in the fashion world (I like to call it that way) and I felt proud of myself for understanding the finance part (my financial market course is so useful, hehehe).

So, these were the 188男团 I've read so far and a little of what I think. I plan to read Yet You're In Love With an Idiot and Professional Body Double, so the next post of 188男团 will be of them. I hope you enjoy the reviews and give a try to any of these novels if they attracted your attention (READ ALPHA PREDATOR). Angie's off.

[iamthecomet]

Ifrit and Mountain dping Dewdrop 👀👀👀👀👀👀

Look. I'm not going to tell you I giggled like an idiot when I got this ask. but I uh giggled like a fucking idiot. Thank you. I'm pretty sure you all know what's under the cut by now. 

"Just put it in already."

Mountain flexes his fingers on Dew's hips. He breathes, and tries not to think how the tight, slick, hole his dick is currently bottomed out in is about to get hotter, and tighter. Dew's torso is twisted so he can glare at Ifrit over his shoulder. "You're not going to fucking break me."

"Dew," Mountain reaches up, he grabs Dew's chin in his hand and tries not to think about how big it looks against his delicate bone structure. He pulls Dew's head back around so Dew has to look down at him. "This isn't a thing you rush."

Dew laughs at him. It makes him clench down around Mountain. Mountain's hips jerk up against him, driving him impossibly deeper.

"It's not like it's the first time," Dew reminds him. He doesn't have to. Mountain is very aware that this is not the first time considering whenever Dew and Ifrit get the urge for this they come to him. And Mountain is more than happy to indulge them both. But it still takes patience, which, Dew and Ifrit both have in short supply.

Dew rolls his hips, unable to sit still any longer. Mountain hears Ifrit open the bottle of lube. Dew rolls his eyes at the sound. Dew's plenty slick on his own, it's a water ghoul trait. But despite his complaining Mountain knows he's going to appreciate the extra help in a second.

"Lean forward for me, Droplet."

Dew does, tipping forward to press his forehead against Mountains. And then Ifrit's too-warm fingers are pressing against the base of Mountain's cock and pressing in along the underside.

Dew shudders out a groan. "I'm ready, Frit. C'mon."

"What about you, Mount?" Ifrit asks. Mountain hears the slick slide of Ifrit's hand on his cock as he lubes himself up. His dick kicks inside Dew in response. Dew is, for once, kind enough to keep his mouth shut about it.

Mountain nods. Ifrit presses in, it's slow, methodical, every centimeter earned. Dew whines through the first couple of inches and then goes slack and silent as Ifrit pushes the rest of the way in.

Mountain tries to stay still, it's a herculean effort. Ifrit is so fucking warm and Dew is so fucking wet, and he already knows it's going to be over soon, like always. It's a lot of build-up for a relatively quick reward. But Mountain can't find it in him to be upset about it when Dew's mouth drops open and he starts to shake. "That's one way to shut him up," Ifrit says, voice already tight.

The first slide is almost unbearable for all of them, a wash of new sensation as Ifrit and Mountain work out a rhythm that actually works for all three of them, while still mindful of the already fucked out water ghoul between them. Dew drops his face to Mountain's shoulder. Hauling in panting breathes as the Ifrit and Mountain find their stride.

"Fuck, fuck," Dew whines. He mumbles something else into Mountain's chest, but Mountain can't hear it around Ifrit's low growl and his own building pleasure. "What was that, water lily?" Dew lifts his head, his eyes are glassy, but his mouth is curled up into a lazy smile. "More. I want more I can take it."

Mountain looks over the line of Dew's body to Ifrit. His knuckles are blanched on Dew's hips with the effort of holding back. The grin he flashes Mountain is dark.

Mountain already knows the answer to his next question--but he asks it anyway. "What do you think, Frit?"

Ifrit responds with a sharp snap of his hips that has Dew keening into Mountain's chest.

"Let's wreck him."

[something-about-sunflowers]

The thing is, though... Izzy is meant to irredeemable and unlikable. He was written with zero sympathy for him in text, he was written as an asshole who is malicious, disloyal, and cruel. He is ABUSIVE. He is emotionally manipulative, he gaslights, he makes verbal threats and physical assaults. He deliberately and strategically isolates Ed from his crew. He deliberately disobeys a direct order (an act of mutiny) against Ed when he doesn't stand down and duels Stede. He turns around and betrays Ed when he doesn't get what he wants. VIco is an abuse apologist Izzy stan just like you. And they, just like the rest of the cast, know that you disgusting cultists only care about Izzy. You don't give a shit about Ed, or Stede, or anyone else. You literally just flick your clits to Izzy being unpleasant and abusive. He has no redeeming qualities that weren't stolen from other characters or completely made up by fandom. He's not a good person. He's not a nice guy. His motives are selfish and cruel. He's lazy and he's racist. So you can like him. Because you're a piece of shit abuse apologist. And you and all the other Izzy cultists can hold your breath until you turn blue about how he's not the character he is. But he is. Izzy is not secretly the third protagonist. He's not going to turn around and save the day. He doesn't have a decent, self-sacrificing, genuinely good bone in his body. If there is a Jim/Izzy kiss, then you are hoping for the dissolution of Jim/Oluwande (I guess an ample-bodied, dark-skinned black man isn't good enough for you? But then again, all Izzy stans are ultimately shallow and stupid), and you are disgusting. You would rather Jim be with a man who is racist and cruel than a man who adores them. And you know what, you stupid cunt? Even if it does happen, it WOULDN'T automatically mean good things for Izzy. If Jim kisses him to distract him while other people escape, he's still a piece of shit abuser. But he'll be that regardless. Because he abusive. And he is the villain. There is no redeeming him. The show has made that perfectly fucking clear. He betrayed Ed. He threatened to kill Ed if Ed didn't do what he wanted. He is the thing Ed will have to overcome to truly be happy.

And you're disgusting.

Ok, first of all: Big fan! I've heard so much about you Anon! Second: this made me laugh so fucking hard. I needed a good laugh so thanks Anon! ❤

(Read-more for the sake of my followers dashes, I'm writing essays again lmfao.)

So like. You must hate Mary then too, yeah? Since she's meant to be Izzy's parallel? What do you think of David Jenkins telling us that 'Izzy is the one to watch on a re-watch'? Do you think he's worried we missed him being 'irredeemable'? See, cause I took that as 'see that there's nuance to his character and he's got pretty reasonable motivations if you pay attention' but now, well, I'm just not sure, Anon 😰.

Tell me, where is he malicious outside of, like, regular piracy business? When someone else instigates? Yeah, sounds about right, so cruel of him to not worship at a rich man's feet when said rich man acts like he's the scum of the earth before knowing a single thing about him. How malicious of him to not be buddy-buddy with people his boss has taken prisoner, who are actively antagonizing him. How disloyal of him to *checks notes* uh. Hm. Well. There's just- there's nothing here? Oh! Oh do you mean the thing he did to get to Stede? The thing that Calico Jack (hi, I also love him, does that make me extra problématique?) and Spanish Jackie helped him do? The thing he did because he believed it was in Ed's best interest, since he was acting wildly out of character and incredibly irrationally considering their dangerous profession/lifestyle? That must be on a different list, I don't have that listed under 'disloyal', strange.

Izzy can't even manipulate his own emotions lmfao. Gaslighting? Anon, you must be misremembering, gosh you're so silly. Can't keep anything straight in that head of yours can you? He lies sometimes, I'll give you that, at least by omission, but that's not gaslighting. I'm sure you'll not like this but Ed's actions with regards to Izzy are closer to gaslighting than anything Izzy does to Ed. Or the crew, which I'm assuming you're including in this since you mention 'physical assault' and Izzy's never laid a hand on Ed?

The same crew that he, as far as he was aware (because Ed was *gasp* manipulating him by withholding information), was to treat as prisoners who, upon completing their task of 'repair the ship so we can take it from you, since we're pirates' would be given 'the uzsh' treatment of execution? The crew that he doesn't lay a hand on at all afterwards? Ooh, or do you mean when he grabbed Fang's beard? When Fang was openly questioning his captain's orders? Something that, if unchecked, can lead to a mutiny?

Funny thing about 'he disobeys a direct order' is that, well, Ed doesn't give him a direct order? 'We're not doing this' does not equal 'stand down'. He also doesn't try to stop it. Like, at all. He doesn't even tell Stede to stand down. He may not have wanted it to happen but he didn't do anything to actually prevent it when he's literally the only person on the ship with the power to prevent it. 'Izzy I no longer want him dead', all he needed to say since Izzy was operating on 'Izzy I want him dead but I can't do it myself because I'm conflicted about killing and especially killing things I'm attached to'. If Izzy had ignored that, then we could talk about 'disobeying direct orders'.

Also, he's first mate, its his job to push back on questionable orders from the captain. That's not mutiny that's how you prevent a mutiny.

'When he doesn't get what he wants', being. . . What? What he thought Ed wanted because he didn't communicate otherwise? What he thought was in Ed's best interest, because he's acting irrationally and out of character (which is confirmed by Fang and Ivan, by the way)? He's wrong* about what Ed's best interests are but that doesn't change the fact that he was trying to help rather than harm.

*Arguably. Ed indulging Stede was dangerous. Even without the threat of the navy on their backs (Stede's fault), there was no coasting on Blackbeard's reputation on the Revenge. They'd have to deal with every threat instead of just the one's who'd go after Blackbeard anyway.

So, wait, is Vico one of us or nah? Cause, like, I'll gladly join a cult if Vico is there. What do you think about David Jenkins though? Since his favorite character seems to be Izzy as well? Anyway I'll grant that Stede isn't my favorite character but that hardly means I don't give a shit about him. As for Ed. I love him so much, Anon. I love him so much that I don't infantilize him for the sake of demonizing another character so that I can use that to justify sending anon hate to people with differing opinions to me. I love Ed because he's unpleasant and- *ahem* well.

Some nice misogyny there, by the way. Gonna go out on a limb and say a bit transphobic as well, since I know you're presuming we're all women, some of us are men, some of us are neither or both. Has some notes of sexual harassment too. No, I'm not kidding. You're fantasizing about a group of people, sexually, and sending them messages about it. That's like, textbook sexual harassment. Not cool Anon.

Anon. They're pirates. None of them are good people. None of them are nice guys. All of their motivations are selfish and cruel.

Ed 'loves a good maim'. He's Blackbeard. He's not Robin Hood. He doesn't have secret (or explicit) good motivations for piracy and torture and murder. Stede is a deadbeat dad who chose piracy. Which includes stealing from people, even the poor (do we forget the plant so easily?), despite him. Y'know. Being rich? And like, selfish and cruel are Stede and Ed's middle names, Anon. Turtle vs crab? Setting a ship on fire with everyone still inside? Doesn't matter if the fire was the one who killed them if you're the one who set the fire, Anon. Swede losing teeth/fingernails? But I wanna go on a treasure hunt! And let's not even bring up Mary and the kids.

'Lazy and racist', where? I am legitimately asking, Anon, where? Is it where he makes the crew do their actual jobs? That's his job. Oh, how about where, instead of getting captured by the native people for being a colonizer, he does business with them? (You know, the people who explicitly call out Stede and Pete for being racist?) How about working under and with BIPOC? You think Blackbeard would keep him around if he was being racist? You think Jackie would have given him the time of day if he was racist? You don't think Fang and Ivan would have had some comment about it during the mutiny/planning scene?

I'll do you a solid, you don't have to point to any particular scene that doesn't exist. The writers themselves have said that they're not trying to tackle racism in the show the way that having Izzy be anything but 'white person who is, by virtue of being white, some level of racist' would be. If you don't want to call literally every other sympathetic white character on the show racist, you shouldn't be saying it of Izzy either. Izzy isn't the one who owns a fucking plantation.

Anon, I'm so glad you're giving me permission to keep liking Izzy! Thank you so much! I'm so grateful the fandom has you here to delegate what people are allowed to like and do! What would we do without you?

Nobody thinks Izzy is 'secretly the third protagonist'. Not anymore than people think that of Jim or Oluwande or Frenchie, since they all have side-plots going on as well. As for whether or not he's going to turn around and save the day? We'll see. Obviously he's not going to do everything because he's not the protagonist(s), but he has the potential to try and help just as much as everybody else on either crew. You're certainly entitled to your opinion/interpretation of his character but I can just as well say 'I think you're wrong', especially when you come into my house and throw a fit about it.

Did you forget that Jim and Lucius kissed as well? Are you forgetting 'we don't own each other'? Hell, Anon, I specifically said 'I don't ship Jim and Izzy', but well. Something something 'people on this website piss on the poor' etc. (Anon, you can just say 'fat', its not a bad word. I'm fat, Oluwande is fat, I fucking love that he's fat. I'm also not the best suited to speak on BIPOC representation but I'm also super happy that they're not shying away from including dark-skinned actors like Samson and Leslie. But that doesn't fit into your narrative so 🤷‍♂️.) You can call me all the sweet things you like but it doesn't change the fact that the show has, pretty explicitly, said 'yay polyamory' and Jim (and Oluwande) has two hands. Leave alone the fact that Jim can kiss Lucius and just be friends with him, same as they could with Izzy.

Gosh, Anon, you're really hurting my feelings here. You really think I'm a stupid cunt? That hurts. Genuinely, I'm gutted. I don't think I'll ever recover.

Given that you're literally talking hypotheticals, as we all are, since we don't know what is going to happen in season 2, I'm not going to argue if it would 'mean good things for Izzy' if Jim kissed him. Though I will say, if Jim needed him distracted for people to escape (I'm assuming you mean escaping him, rather than Ed who is the proper threat to anyone in need of escaping right now) they could find easier ways to do it than kissing him?

And the sky is green. And cats are witches. And women have crystals in their bodies. I can say stuff too, Anon. I think you fundamentally misunderstand what redemption means, if we're being entirely honest here. Redemption has less to do with your previous actions and more to do with what you choose to do going forward. Clearly we disagree on his capacity for doing better going forward, and that's fine, its alright to be wrong Anon I won't judge you for that, but him having done bad in the past* has no bearing on his redemption if he chooses to do good in the future.

*'Bad' here being used both generously and ungenerously. Generously towards your definition of bad and ungenerously in the face of his rationale. He had perfectly valid reasons for doing the things he did, regardless of whether or not he should have done them.

I love you too Anon! I hope you have a good day at school tomorrow- er. On Monday, sorry, adult schedules don't always follow the 'weekends off' rules that kid's schedules do, I forget sometimes. Bye bye!

[madbalalaika]

Health update #4. This is a lengthy one, so bear with me :")

❗TW: food, diet, weight, female health❗

Let's start with a bang: I'M NOT ALLERGIC TO COCOA!!!

Which is like??? I'm surprised, considering how much chocolate I ate last year when my gut was as bad as it could get. But I'm not complaining at all, let it always be that way 🙏🙌✨

Been a while since I've done one of these, don't even remember that much what happened after my last health update lol

??.03.2023: But one thing I remember though and what's kind of bugging me (just a wee bit, not much at all) is that I've completely stopped my meal diary thingy, but not cause my doctor told me to, that's cause I'm a lazy piece of sh-

No, jk

But seriously, I just can't do it, it's such a burden to me. The fact that it took so much of my daily time just to focus and write down what I ate made me feel like I'm completely wasting my time instead of focusing on trying to be more productive, and, in turn, more happy

09.06.2023: I'm still not doing that cause I know it would make me miserable :")

What's also very interesting, is that apparently, these past few months (from around December 2022, to be exact), I had pretty bad malnutrition and anemia, not to the point where I would literally fall, but pretty close. I would feel dizzy and lightheaded almost all of the time, my blood pressure would consistently be 90/60 or lower, and the back of my head would hurt.

And the thing is, right? I was undereating, and not even because I wanted to do that, but because first of all, I was very confused by my GI doctor's instructions regarding my diet. I don't know if it's just me, it most likely is, but I felt like I didn't understand how my healing process was supposed to work and what I needed to look out for. It was all very vague.

Second of all, because of how vague it was, I was scared to make a single mistake, feeling like the damage from a negative reaction (like unbearable pain of the whole digestive system from the beginning of esophagus to intestines, which I got almost every single time I ate at that time) would be permanent, so I was just scared to eat. I was hungry, cold, and tired a lot of the time, which was really stressful, but for some reason also very hard to pinpoint what exactly was going on. I thought, "Well, I cut out all these bad foods, why am I getting worse?"

And I JUST realized I had malnutrition all this time, like???

Oh, and I also lost my period around December, which contributed greatly to already piled up stress, so yay to that I guess

14.07.2023:

I GOT IT BACK!!! AFTER 7 MONTHS IN A HORRIBLE LIMBO OF NOT FEELING LIKE A NORMAL HUMAN BEING, or a human being at all for that matter, more like an empty shell, I FINALLY GOT IT BACK 😭

I took pills to get it back. 3 times. After the 2nd time, my gynecologist asked me what my diet was, and I told her about my problems, and she said that the fact the the pills that were supposed to work hadn't worked, meant that most likely I just didn't have enough nutrients and needed to gain my weight back to get my hormones to work properly (as a side note, before December, it was 62 kg, then I lost 4 in a span of a couple of days, and then 3 more throughout the next few months) I did gain it back by some miracle, AND my lost muscle mass, as well as inspiration and good mood!

At the time of my 2nd visit to the gynecologist, I was researching a lot of stuff about GI health and stumbled upon some articles about this thing called leaky gut, and how it might contribute to food allergies, and that there's an amino acid called glutamine that's supposed to help with that

So I bought the supplement, took it for about 1.5 months, did get a lot better, thankfully, so I started to reintroduce foods back into my diet, like the nightshades, a lot of meat and other proteins, fruits, sweets, gluten free grains, CHOCOLATE OMG YES, etc.

While I did get better, it still wasn't enough though, so I started to research the vitamins that I could've lacked, found out I didn't get vitamin A in my diet at all, which is one of the main ones that support the health of the body's mucous membranes. Took that as well, and it helped tremendously. Now I can finally eat sour things like tomatoes, or EVEN WHOLE ORANGES, HOLY SHIT (but I won't do that again, cause I tried it, and my skin wasn't happy at all). So now I can also get vitamin C from the foods that I like, and not just salad leaves, ugh (as much as I dislike sour foods, I actually missed them lol)

The only vitamin that I lack right now is B12 which I'm not sure how to get naturally since it's mostly found in the animal products that I cannot eat, like dairy, eggs (oh yeah, right, forgot to say, I developed an egg sensitivity), some other stuff, so I'll have to supplement that, probably.

I also most likely won't be able to try to reintroduce milk/gluten into my diet anytime soon, cause I had some rice a few days ago, that I washed really really well to get rid of any traces of gluten in it, and still got poisoned, and felt absolutely sick after that. So yeah... Not in the next few years, that's for sure

But at this point I can just let out a huge sigh of relief, cause I feel like the main crisis has finally passed. I don't feel like my stomach is gonna rip every single time I eat, which is a win in my book. Yay for that 🙏✨✨✨

It's been almost half a year now since my last visit to my GI doctor, I need to check in with him to see what else there is to do. Most likely, a lot of blood tests, and I'd like to do a gastroscopy as well, because I still don't feel a 100% well, there's still something missing, some piece of a puzzle that I can only find after that. So yeah.

Thanks for reading my hopefully coherent babbling :") Love y'all

[ofmermaidstories]

I recently read your Something (just like this) fic and oh my god IT'S SO GOOD!! I love how you wrote Deku, Sero and Mineta. He feels like his pervert self, but more mature and fleshed out?! I even thought about his dumbass 'offer' for a second LIKE WHAT, HE KINDA CHARISMATIC...'ok Deku boy I'm switching sides' . You made him so tolerable I even looked forward to reading more of him in the latest chapter, and I audibly shrieked for real, worrying about MINETAS safety at one point like- … You made me look forward to read about this grape-of-a-man…. Your writing skills got me flabbergasted fr.

If you could answer, do you have any future projects you're thinking of writing in mind? Like any characters you'd like to write about as well? Whatever you may be working on in the future it'll be a delight to read! (The question might've been answered but I'm not too familiar with navigating tumblr Oop I apologize!).

The way you structure your sentances is top tier and so easy to understand and follow for someone who's first language isn't english, like mee lmao. Also happy to see an author who take their time on writing and updating as they self seem fit!!! So many authors get burnt out and tired of writing because they ‘must’ update regularly.

could you imagine if like, Mineta had accompanied Reader back to the suite and then stayed to be drinking buddies on the balcony???? omg…. and then like, they’re passing the bottle of Champange that like, Mineta lifted for them and their eyes meet…. dark and glittery….. I like to think they wouldn’t make out, simply because Mineta is for the Bros and not the Hos, but like…. you know, the tension would’ve been there, and then like, naturally that’s the moment that BAM, DEKU!

don’t mind me im just cackling to myself imagining it. actually, Anon, you’ve reminded me that i’ve been meaning to write a something!mineta one-shot for @vivianvampyric!! we’re a rock-star in it, and if i can find a way to shoehorn like, a theme of repeating damaging patterns/behaviours then i absolutely will. timeline wise it’ll have to happen after something ends sooo… hmm. 🧐 will have to plot it. but it’s on my list of future projects!! don’t apologise for not being able to navigate around this blog/tumblr—i think tumblr is quite a hard site to do anything more than like, click through blogs!! especially when you come to blogs like mine that like, just have no links LOL. i should probably fix that…. i’ve just been lazy. 😔🥺 and tbh i hate any kind of coding, no matter how minimal!!!! i had to get tumblr support to step in and help me fix my links in the blurb/header thing. 😔😔

but omg, please, you have no idea how much your ask delighted me!!!!!! apart from the fics i’ve listed in the above link (which i consider “high priority”), there’s a couple of other fic ideas floating around in my head. Like, there’s a second cowboy idea I’d like to write, but i keep calling it my not-a-fic because a) i don’t want to write the ending (lmao) and b) i’m not even sure i’ll post it when im done. 🧐 i can’t make up my mind, which means i’ve been slow with working on it (and only doing it for fun!).

Thank-you, though. 🥺 You’re very kind for coming by and saying hello—and for saying such nice things. 🥺🌷🌾🍊💜🌴 I’ve been working on the fifth chapter for something so i will make it a point to work faster—and to try and make it just as fun to read. 🥹📖🌷

[kingdomsqueendomkimgme]

Onewe&Oneus Golden retriever Hybrid!Deongmyeong x reader ft. Golden retriever Hybrid!Dungju & reader's Brother

Adopted Chapter 1.

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My brother jumped around Like a little child on Christmas, which is funny considering the fact that we are going to adopt 2 Hybrids today. Our mom gave him finally the permission to move in with me since he's still 16. I mean yes I'm just 18 but still moved out a few months ago. Or more said I needed to move out because of my job. And now my brother has gotten accepted in the school he wanted to go to. But back to the now.

We finally arrived at the shelter I got out of my car and my brother was already at the entrance. "Calm down you'll scare the hybrids if you don't stop jumping " I laughed but he finally calmed down a little.

"Hello, welcome you must be Y/N and B/N ?"

"Hello, yes we are" I smiled at the woman. She smiled back "Do you guys already know what type of hybrid you want? Do you have something specific in mind?"

"Yes we were maybe, if that is possible searching for siblings hybrids." She looked at me a few seconds and then a huge smiled formed on her face "actually we do have golden retriever twins, one of our old staffs tried to get them adopted separately but that never worked so maybe you two will like them and adopt them together."  I thought a few seconds "how old are they?" "Since hybrid live luckily as long as humans it won't be a problem that they are born in 2000 or?" I smiled " no that's totally fine I just wanted to know" she told us to follow her. And she brought us yo the back of the shelter where the two golden retrievers where one a bit bigger bit also a bit skinnier then the other one. But nothing serious. Both seemed very healthy but also one of them seemed especially sad about the fact that they have been giving back again. The woman opend the door and both of the hybrids looked up  and looked happily at the woman then looked confused because she pointed us to come in. First my brother stepped in which got both first scared but after I came in too  they seemed a bit more relaxed bit they looked still distressed. "Deongmyeong, Dongju this is Y/N and B/N they are siblings and they are interested in adopting you two. So please be nice to them. I'll let you four alone and give you some time to think about that adoption." After that the Woman left us alone with the two hybrids. I was the first one to build up some courage and sat down on the floor. My brother did the same thing shortly after me. That's when both seemed to understand that we won't do anything to harm them. What took me by extreme surprise was that the slightly smaller one suddenly jumped at me and seemed to be very very happy which made me laugh in return. Both of them where still scared to show us their human form but we told them that it was fine and that they don't need to. What I noticed was because of our understanding nature both of them seemed to gain trust to us. After 2 hours being with them we decided we would definitely adopt them.

"So here are the papers are you both gonna adopt one or will you adopt both?" "We will each adopt one but we live together so it isn't a problem" I Smiled, honestly now being able to sign those papers makes me happy. Me and my brother talked before on who will adopt who and for me  I wanted to adopt Deongmyeong and I did. After signing we put everything of their belongings into the car and drove home.

"Are you two ok?" I asked and looked to the backseat in the mirror. Both nodded so I gave them  a smile.

After we came home we put everything in their rooms and now I'm waiting for them and my brother so that we can order food, because honestly I'm too lazy to do that now.

how long are they taking did something happen?

I got worried and walked upstairs. "Boys is everything alright?" I waited but I didn't got any awnser.

What are they doing ? And why isn't anyone awnsering.... I slowly opend the door to my brothers room and saw that him.and Dongju where sleeping on his bad still holding the gaming controller. I carefully took them and putted them away. I slowly closed the door behind me.

I walked back down. So two are sleep and where is Deongmyeong?  "Myeongie? Where are you?" "In the bathroom. Do you have some warm clothes for me?" At first I got scared but then again who would I be to say no and let him freeze. "Yes I'll get you some wait a bit."  I hot one pair of my , for me Way too big sweatpants and a Hoodie. And wamt back down again. "I have the clothes here. They should fit you since they are way too big for me." The door slowly opend and a really really beautiful boy looked at me. I wa speechless but I didn't wanted to make him uncomfortable so I gave Hine the clothes with a smile and said "when your finished please come to the living room I want to order food and I need you help since my and your brother are currently sleeping." His eyes began to sparkle and he nodded really fast.  I walked to the living room and sat on the couch. I sighted....

How does he get used to that so fast. I mean they are literally cuddling. I laughed at the thought. "Why are you laughing Y/N?" A silent voice ripped me out of my thoughts. "Myeongie. Don't scare me like that." I laughed. His eyes widen "I'm sorry" he mumbled and looked down.

"Myeongie don't be so hard on yourself, I'm not mad. Come here" I patted on the couch next to me.

He still didn't moved nor looked at me. So I made my way to him, wtf why is he taller then me... anyway. I took is face in my hands and made him look at me.

"What's wrong myeongie?" He looked at me with a shocked look. Which made me confused. " did I say something wrong  or why are you looking at me like that?" Silence ... we stood there a few minutes till I decided enough but as I wanted to speak he whispered "the name" "wait do you not like it when I call you that I can st-." "NO!" He said loudly "no ... I ..

I like it..." His voice was just above a whisper, maybe he hopped I didn't heard it but I did. A smile came across my face. "You like it? I'm glad because I thought I made you uncomfortable..." I mumbled looking down.....  I felt kinda bad for just calling him a nickname without asking. Deongmyeong seemed to take notice of it and now he made me look at him. "No you don't, it's just..... no one ever called us nicknames nor was so loving from the beginning like ypu two and it is a little unusual for us that's all..." He smiled at me which I returned. " good.. I see my clothes fit you. Perfect. Now what do you want to eat and you need to help me order something for your brother too. I mean I know mine but I don't know your brother so yeah..." I scratched my head... he laughed, he has a beautiful laugh.... wait why am I thinking this....? "Sure I'm pretty hungry " he grinned...

[zerobaseonefics]

IT'S THE ONE AND ONLY OG ANONYMOUS ANON CHOU WASSUP!!

I'm glad you're well! i promise I'll be more online from now on, i even have like 2 pieces almost ready to be posted 🤭 i missed you too bro 💔💔

the only problem is my motivation and shit? like I'm always so determined to do something but that only lasts for max 2 weeks and then it's GONE💀💀 i lost motivation to post so fast ong

but now it's back👹 ALSO CONGRATS ON 800 FOLLOWERS!! 💗💗 gidle would say you're a queencard (and u are)

anyway now back to "chou's awesome life updates and what not", 1) i got accepted into a school that trains me to become a social assistant so daycare chou is in the making!! and 2) i have like 2 weeks vacation rn (one is already used up i might cry)

ALSO I GOT A NEW KITTEN!! AND HE HAS A SMILEY PATTERN ON HIS FUR ON HIS BACK AND HE'S SOOOO CUTE!!!!!! my mom called him happy because it's "easier and smoother to say than smiley" (she's too lazy to move her mouth too much, such an icon)

theres only 1 issue with that- i have a female dog (coco) and they get along well! but she's kinda starting to get into her mom feels?? like happy is trying to drink milk from her (well he's nibbling at her titties to be exact) and now cocos protection instinct is kicking in💀💀 we also have another cat (boo, he's grown tho) and whenever boo and happy want to play coco chimes in and tries to protect happy from boo. so now me n mom need to get her out of that mindset🥴🥴🥴

ANYWAY HERE'S PICTURES OF THEM

cocos picture is idk 3 years old but WHATEVERRRRRRR

btw have you already checked if your predictions for zb1's comeback were correct? i'm curious ngl

:0 aaaaah i cant wait to see what youre going to post!!!

BRO IM EXACTLY THE SAME LIKE???? i remember when i started this blog i was writing so much but now idk i still like it but im in period where i kinda dont want write......... not that i dont want actually, i just open the draft, write 3 sentences and gtfo

but im so glad u got the motivation back!!!! AND THANK YOU HEHE UR A QUEENCARD TOO 🫦

and cONGRATULATIONS FOR THE SCHOOL!! when do u start? enjoy ur vacation bestie 🙏🏼

sTOOOOP NAMING THE KITTEN HAPPY IS JUST SO CUTE + THE FACT HE HAS A LITTLE SMILE SHAPE IS EVEN MORE

what kind of situation is this why did ur dog adopt happy 😧😧😧😧 COCO U R A DOG!!! DOGS CANNOT MOTHER CATS!!!!! but yk i have something similar with this. i have a dog and two cats. the first cat is the mother of the second but yk once the kitten is weaned the mom and the baby no longer recognize each other this way...... so it happens that they fight. however the youngest cat became bestie with my dog like they nap together and the cat follow us when i walk my dog outside. so when the cat fights with her mom the dog just straight up jumps in 💀💀💀

but you'll see!! eventually when happy will grow older it might change

(crying at the pics cuz they're so cute)

i had to go back to find the predictions omg i totally forgot abt them. basically :

zb1 will not get a first win with their debut : it's been only week so we cannot really tell if this one was right or not. however i still think they won't get that first win with in bloom, considering the competition they're facing......

haobin will have the most line and gyuvin, yujin, and matthew the less : was right for everyone but matthew!! gunwook and jiwoong have fewer lines than him.

they will get +10m views on the first day : no they werent even close 🙏🏼 kinda surprised abt this considering kep1 had a lot on the first day and zb1 seemed to have a more anticipated debut

wbu? did you listen to the album now? what do u think abt it?

[fangirlies]

I'm so happy that you decided to stay with us here! This part of fandom wouldn't be as comforting and welcoming without you (considering that we've already lost so many people😟). It's so cool that you gave it a chance! I and all your fangirlies have your back, we're here for you and we're ready to help💜 Thank you for your input! And I definitely feel a bit special now teehee😎 It for sure was a divine timing.

Your Xavier is really the best! I see him the same way, so it's a win for me hehehe What a guy!

Bruh... unfortunately grasshoppers are a big thing in my city😰 I always dread summer, because these mf are everywhere, hopping around like they own this place. I hate them with burning passion. I enjoy nature and would love to maybe go run around fields in countryside whenever I'm there, but these bitches don't let me live my anne with an e life😡

Oh, I wish I spoke freely a lot of languages, but I'm lazy. I studied French at school, but all I can do us probably read without mistakes. French was my first love and I wanted to know it so fucking bad, I was obsessed. But the teacher at my school ruined it for me and made me kinda detest it for a couple of years - and it makes me sad. I love it now and want to start learning it again. Just mad that some teachers can ruin even the subject that you love :( I know a bit German because of college, but I'm really not good at it. I can read some slavic languages, but definitely not speak them. It's just nice, when sometimes I go on Twitter for god knows what reason, and see a plethora of different languages on my timeline and can read them and even understand! However, again, I wish I was more diligent to actually learn how to speak those languages.

What are you studying? Stats sound like something scary and mathematician for my humanitarian brain lmao

Xavi acting annoyed when he is actually a big softie and simp for his partner > > > >

- elliot anon

Im so happy I stayed too, I would’ve never got to experience so much love and warmth from fangirlies.

Bestie I’m crying. Grasshoppers everywhere sounds like hell foreal. I enjoy being in nature too & don’t mind bugs as long as they don’t mess with me 😭 like in Australia? I don’t think I’ll last a second with the spiders there. I’m crying at “they don’t let me live my anne with an e life” LMAO you’re too funny bestie.

“Lazy” and continues to list languages you’ve picked up throughout your life. So French, some German,some Slavic languages, and English? The most I can do is English and Spanish.. but that’s honestly so impressive! Maybe one of the things you can be productive with is get into French again?? You said you enjoyed it if it wasn’t your teacher. Which by the way I’m sorry you had to go through. The biggest reason I’m majoring in education is because there’s very few teachers who take on the big responsibility and ACTUALLY love what they do. There’s some subjects you might not be great at but then you could tell the teacher loves it & that alone makes you enjoy learning. And knowledge is the most beautiful thing!

As I said up there ^ I’m an education major! Want to have my own classroom and set of students so bad. I knew it since I was little that I wanted to potentially be a role model for children. I only need stats because I’m going the psychology route instead of actual education just so I can have a variety of options in the future. But I’m glad I’m going that route because learning about the brain and about how people work is honestly mind blowing. I always say that class is free therapy😅