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Which Thai QL actor is your teen self’s fantasy Valentine?
I was tagged by @bengiyo ~♡
At 15, I was even *more* into tall, dark, and lanky guys than I am now (which is. Still a lot.) so I'm pretty sure my teen self would have daydreamed while lovingly filling their binder with pics of Heng Asavarid.
(He doesn't have a Valentine pic on his insta, so I went with one of his recent pink ones)
And because I am always a cheat, and also very bisexual, I would also have had the biggest crush on Sammy ♡ i would have spent an embarassing amount of time thinking about how i could make her laugh 😔
I'll tag @petrichoraline @sparklyeyedhimbo @iguessitsjustme @fandomfairyuniverse @troubled-mind @heretherebedork and @benkaaoi if you feel like it! -☆
#... my tastes haven't changed very much from when i was a teen#i broadened my horizons since but yeah those two??#i would have been gone so bad#hours and hours spent dreaming of hand holding and movie dates and beach holidays w/o parents lol#Heng Asavarid#Sammy Coates#gifs
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Hey there! So, I've got three different ideas for your Tony x sister!reader series and maybe, just maybe, you like one of them. :D
1. It's the wedding of Steve and reader. Tony visits his sister in the wardrobe where she's getting ready. Maybe one last try to get her to change her mind although she assured him nothing is going to change between them. She looks absolutely ravishing in her wedding dress and he has her bent over her vanity table before he walks her down the aisle to Steve with his cum running down her legs.👀
2. How it started between them as teens. She's a minx and tries to tease him the whole time until he finally breaks and takes her virginity.
3. Reader has some spare time and calls her brother to initiate phone sex not knowing that he's currently in his suit flying back from a mission. Let's say Tony is creaming some very expensive pants here.
Anyway, creativity (and a dirty mind lol) ran wild here but maybe there‘s something for you here.🫶🏻
Sneak Peek below ⬇️😁😁 oh my god i haven't been this excited to post something in a long time but when you sent this ask i may have squealed just a little bit 😂
This is just for the first part of your request. I will be doing separate parts for 2 & 3 as well 😁
Communication between you and Tony was. . . shakey at the moment. The both of you being stubborn, neither broke to talk to the other. Not since you told him about being pregnant and choosing Steve. He was still angry with you.
If he was going to act like a petulant child, you were not going to be the one to indulge him. You didn't make the effort to reach out. Perhaps putting some distance between you and Tony would be a good thing. And it was. You were able to be happy about your pregnancy. A couple of weeks later and Steve surprised you by asking you to marry him. He wanted you to have his last name before the baby was born.
You did the basic things that new mothers and brides to be did. You were already shopping for all the necessities a baby needs to thrive. Then Natasha helped you decide on a wedding gown and would go to cake tastings with you.
There were people available to take up the gaping spot that Tony left in you.
But nothing felt right.
Not without Tony by your side. You wanted to eat cake with him. Bicker about cheesy djs and seating arrangements. You'd find funny wedding videos and nearly send them to Tony before you remembered.
“That baby inside of you that you think belongs to the perfect Captain America could be MINE!”
It was enough to make you angry with him once again. How could he say something like that to you? You were terrified enough as it was when the same thought dawned on you.
And no matter how much you debated sending Tony and Pepper an invitation, you still went through with mailing the letter that you had crafted yourself.
You didn't think Tony would show up. But there he was.
He always cut a nice figure in a suit. Handsome with his hair perfectly styled and beard trimmed impeccably. His features were tarnished by the dark circles that plague under his eyes. The expanse of his face brightens though when his gaze takes in you in your white wedding dress.
You can feel your heartbeat travel up your throat, inviting him in with a quick gesture of your head.
Door closed, your fingers anxiously spin the engagement ring around your finger. "Hey. I didn't think you'd actually come."
He scoffs, finally removing his attention from you to look around the small room of the church that was your temporary wardrobe room. "Like Pepper would let me miss it." Tony mumbles. "Or any other of our friends. Those we have left. . ."
Many seats out there were empty. Place cards carefully placed in the designated spot where your friends should be. Wanda. Bucky. Sam.
Guilt starts to seep into your hardened resolve. Why ostracize the few people you have left? So many were taken from Thanos. You used to think yourself lucky that your brother was not taken.
"I'm. . . actually happy you're here." Difficult to verbally get out how much you really missed him, instead you look up at him under your lacquered eyelashes. Your makeup wasn't perfect. Wanda would have been able to perfect it with her powers if she were there.
Tony's face doesn't change but he whispers "You're beautiful by the way. In the dress." He points at said gown. "Very beautiful."
Damning yourself when warmth spreads across your cheeks and a smile threatens to curl your lips up. You couldn't help it. Narcissism ran in your blood and you always loved when Tony complimented you. "Thanks. It's supposed to look like mom's. Or, as close as possible. I always wanted to wear her wedding dress when I was little. The pictures I saw of her in it were stunning."
"Too bad they didn't save it." Tony smiles.
"Yeah. Guess it's alright. I stopped thinking I would get married anyway when I was seventeen." You admit.
You're not the only one to suck in a sharp breath. Seventeen. That's when you first dared to kiss Tony. The day you absolutely damned both of you. You can see the same thought worming its way through Tony's mind too.
"Tony-"
When his name slips past your lips, Tony advances toward you a broken man. "Don't do it. Please, don't marry him."
If your hair weren't done in extravagant waves, you would have run your hand through it in agitation like you usually do. You couldn't do this again with him. Especially when you were getting married in the following hour. "Tony-"
He grabs your hand, reeling you in closer to his body. Your heart betrays your mind by how it spasms from his simple touch. Harsh calluses on his fingers from decades of working with tools and machinery press against the softness of your wrist. Tony's eyes are glued to your face before traveling to your dress. His adam's apple visibly bobs. Finally landing on your midsection. Dropping one of your hands, his free one hovers over your abdomen.
"We can run away." Tony quietly suggests. "The three of us."
"I'm not running away, Tony." You insist.
Sharply inhaling, Tony pushes himself away from you. He takes to impatiently passing around the small room. You quietly watch him, wondering what he'd do next. Your hands rub at your stomach, feeling sick again.
#reader insert#reader insert fanfiction#story requests#requests#request#writing requests#tony stark x reader
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Top 5 melodeath albums?
(I'd also love to hear about what you find is the difference in good death metal and good melodic death metal 👉👈😳)
So, to answer the second part of your ask first: generally I think that the term"melodic death metal", due to pure happenstance, ended up referring to two completely different genres that just happened to covergently evolve around the same time:
Traditional death metal but with a bit more emphasis on lead guitar melodic hooks, e.g. At The Gates, Bloodshot Dawn, Carcass starting with their Necroticism/Heartwork era
Basically just power (or sometimes prog) metal but with blast beats and death metal growls, e.g. Children of Bodom, Arch Enemy, Amon Amarth
And the later style is by far much more common than the former, at least in my experience. So a lot of melodic death metal inherits most of its musical elements less from traditional death metal and more from power metal.
This is not a BAD thing, but it does mean that the vast majority of melodic death metal is written less like a subgenre of death metal and more like a completely different genre that has very little in common with traditional death metal aside from the vocal style. Which means that a lot of things that work in trad death metal (abrupt stops and rythm changes, chromatic solos, loose song structures with no defined verse/chorus structure) don't work that well with the style that most melodeath bands play.
That being said, a couple of the albums I'm gonna include here DO play that first style that is closer to trad death metal, i just don't think it's really representative of what most of the melodeath scene sounds like.
So anyway here's my list of fave melodeath albums.
Do have in mind that compared to other genres, I haven't listened to melodeath that frequently since my late teens, so my taste might be a little underdeveloped compared to my taste in other genres
Carcass - Heartwork
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Eyes in the Void - Self-titled EP
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(Kind of an unknown band, and kinda rough around the edges especially when it comes to the vocals, but this was the album that got me into the genre)
At the Gates - With Fear I Kiss The Burning Darkness
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Brymir - Slayer of Gods
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Aether - Tale of Fire
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(Hopefully the contrast between Carcass, At The Gates and everything else on this list illustrates what I said about "melodeath" referring to two almost completely different genres. Carcass and At The Gates are melodic but they're still very distinctly rooted in traditional death metal, while everything else on this list could perfectly pass for power metal if you replaced the growls with clean vocals)
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Hiii! What are your OCs favorite songs? ❤️❤️
Love C xx
What a lovely question, Cleo! I had so much fun thinking about it💕 In my headcannon they have really diverse likes on music, so let's get into it.
On the part of our dear Alistair, like a good 90s baby, he has always felt nostalgia for earlier times. In his case, he LOVES 80-90s rock, and if I had to pick a favorite song for him it would be U2's Sunday Bloody Sunday. Special mentions to She from Green Day and Are You Gonna Be My Girl from Jet.
Avalon, meanwhile, is a 2000s teen through and through. Since her relationship with Alistair began, she tried to hide that side of her, but on her Simspotify it will always sound Glamorous from Fergie and Ludacris. Her special mentions would be Shakira's Whenever, Wherever and Kelly Clarkson's Since U Been Gone (what huge hits they are, my goodness).
Jasper is only a couple of years younger than Alistair, so their tastes are very, very similar. However, our second son is a bit more heartfelt than his brother. His favorite song, of course, is I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing by Aerosmith. In addition, two of the songs that also represent him are What's Up? from 4 Non Blondes and Keane's Everybody's Changing.
For her part, Prudence is a fairly conservative woman and a bit corny, I would say. I haven't explored that side of her much in the story yet, but in my canon, during her adolescence she was very fond of listening to romantic ballads and she hasn't known how to get out of that phase. Her favorite song is, without a doubt, Because of You by Kelly Clarkson. In addition, her special mentions are When We Were Young by Adele and Impossible (Acoustic) by James Arthur. (The 2000s sponsor this post hahahaha).
We come to the one and only Kate, the true superstar of this story. As we already know, Kate was especially rebellious during her adolescence, between 2012-2015, and her time on Simblr marked her emo past (as it did for many of us who were born in the late 90s). For this reason, and clearly identified with this facet of hers, her favorite song is and always will be Sk8ter Boy by the great Avril Lavigne. As special mentions, Decode, by Paramore; and Blink-182's First Date. (Any resemblance to the author's reality is purely coincidental.)
We continue with Celia, who, as we know, is a lover of impossible causes, drama and her deep-rooted Hispanic culture. Despite her youth, she never liked the songs that most attracted her generation, opting for more independent singer-songwriters or music bands, always in Spanish. His favorite song is Hasta la Raíz by Natalia Lafourcade. For her part, her special mentions would be Limón & Sal by Julieta Venegas and Cuídate by La Oreja de Van Gogh.
Elliot is a highly sensitive boy whose musical tastes could be identified as folk or indie-folk. His favorite singer is Vance Joy, in whose discography he highlights Fire and the Flood (Acoustic), which he has tried to recreate with his guitar several times, still without success. His special mention of the genre would be Take Yours, I'll Take Mine, by Matthew Mole. But also, as a teenager, he has a predilection for Harry Styles and his As It Was (but don't tell anyone, it's too mainstream).
If Maddox lived in Spain, he would be a "cayetano". I don't know what the English equivalent is, but you can look it up. If I could explain it well, and if there was an equivalent in other cultures, the music he would listen to would be "Taburete" (you can search for it, at your own risk). But since he doesn't live in that reality, Maddox has a predilection for electronic music, especially Avicii's The Nights. Also, among his favorite songs for the gym, we find Cake By the Ocean by the group DNCE and Hymn for the Weekend by Coldplay.
Marianne is a tween with tween tastes and is obsessed with SimTok and kpop. As much as she loves ballet, she doesn't usually listen to classical music in her spare time. Her favorite song lately is Typa Girl by Blackpink. She is also a big fan of Olivia Rodrigo, highlighting good 4 u, and Leah Kate, with 10 Things I Hate About You. She's becoming a little modern feminist.
Lastly, and although you haven't met little Axel yet, let me tell you that like any 2-year-old baby he is obsessed with Lola the Cow and makes his parents listen to it 24/7 non stop. (Again, any resemblance to the author's reality is purely coincidental.)
As a highly procrastinating person, I leave you here the Spotify list so you can enjoy these great songs. They're in character order, so you know who you're listening to. I'll probably add more people or change the songs over time, if you want to check it out.
Thanks again for the question Cleo, I had a blast!
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Hi bestie I'm here I'm queer I'm going to ask you what's your favorite book (or if I've already asked this, what's your ultimate dating deal-breaker or maybe just relationship deal-breaker in general doesn't have to be romantic). Also, Killian is my second favorite character because Emma is my absolute favorite character on that entire show. Their relationship was EVERYTHING to me, I love sunshine v darkness trope so much, hence sterek and destiel as well. I love teen wolf but idk how much of that is because I was like 13 when I started watching it tbh. I would watch it just for dylan's performance in season 3 because HOLY SHIT he should have won a fucking Oscar.
asldjkflsdkjf oh my gosh are we meant to be best friends?? Ugh yes Emma is absolutely fantastic I just personally relate to Killian just that smidge more I think. They are both so special to me 😍 Ugh yes that trope is the best. Everlark was another couple that had that dynamic for me. Man now you're making me wonder if watching it for Dylan would be worth it. My only concern is that it might be too YA for me (I get very turned off by highschool stories). That's why I haven't picked it up yet. I'm afraid I missed the boat on that show. Now I tend to enjoy my YA stories to be fantasy because then the characters are more likely to be less immature (and potentially traumatized by the stakes of the fantasy world which is also fun - looking at you TFOTA trilogy and Grishaverse books).
Whoooo boy okay a favorite book is really hard because books mean a lot to me. I think you know that about me by now so you're getting a list from the last couple years lol:
TFOTA trilogy - the politics was so fun and the twists and turns kept me engaged. I read all 3 books in 48 hours and have reread them multiple times since in the last couple years because they were so good.
The Hunger Games trilogy - that series is straight up literature. There is so much to unpack.
In Other Lands by Sarah Rees Brennan - idk what to say about this book except that the characters are so loveable, the take on portal fantasy is unique and the way she flipped sexism on it's head was so thoughtprovoking.
A Taste of Gold and Iron by Alexandra Rowland - excellent anxiety rep, top tier slow burn without a lot of drama or miscommunications, beautifully written fantasy world with no homophobia
Captive Prince trilogy by CS Pacat - um this is a more problematic pick but if you're down for a high fantasy slow burn true hate to love romance this is where it's at man. You will have such a good time you won't even know what you signed up for until you are embroiled in the middle of it. Gosh Laurent's character arc gives me life.
Anything in Alexis Hall's Spires Series + Boyfriend Material - what this man has to say about gender and queer identity changed my mindset about what it is to be queer and I love it so much. His books made me feel so seen especially Pansies, For Real, and Boyfriend Material.
What Is a Girl Worth? by Rachael Denhollander - The only nonfiction book on this list lol. I loved how eloquently she spoke about her story and how she included the problems she's seen in the church around sexual assault. We need someone who has the legal and Christian connections to advocate for survivors but she's doing it and that really inspires me.
If I have to pick just one though - I pick Boyfriend Material and here's why (x). It's really personal to my insecurities and it made me feel very seen and loved. It's the epitome of a comfort book for me. Whenever I need a pick me up I go to that book and listening to Joe Jameson's voice gives me hope that I too will be loved in this precious way. Honestly this is why the Spires books and Boyfriend Material are so special to me: These are stories about people who think they are broken and the men that show them that they've never been broken actually. They get to hear "I love you however you are. But also who you are is a person who can do things so you don't have to stagnate like this." It was so healing to read about I cannot even tell you.
If you're looking to check Boyfriend Material out you need the audiobook I promise you!! I will hook you up bestie just let me know 😉
Oh also my main platonic or romantic deal breaker is a combination of apathy and lack of thinking deeply about things (the reverse is also true - I find people who are passionate and think deeply about art and life super attractive. Those are the people I keep in my life).
thank you for these questions I clearly loved them lol. now i want to know all of these things about you! what are your favorite books? what do you find most attractive/unattractive in a person?
#okay so this took a day my apologies#i got terribly sick#and im also bad at answering questions like these without answering things deeply#just saying killian jones without elaborating deeply lowkey hurt me but i was very ill lol#answered#gabi talks#mpnsecretsanta22#you have been the best secret santa dude#its been such a joy talking to you#thanks for asking the best questions#i cant wait to talk off anon#alexis hall#books#boyfriend material#in other lands#a taste of gold and iron#captive prince#tfota
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Legends of the Fall
We are coming down to the last few days of official summer, which means Autumn will be upon us. (It is referred to as fall because that is what our spirits do when the weather changes) What this means to me is that I will now have to go walking in long pants instead of shorts. (I actually got a taste of it last week when the temperature dropped but it rose again, saving my emotional being) Fall signals a number of things besides my aversion to long pants. There is the cost attached because I will have to change my tires over to snows. It means yet another year is coming to a crashing close and I will be yet another year older soon.
Luckily my wife knows what to feed me to keep me properly sedated until spring. I think. It is hard to remember many of the fall and winter months over the last few years. Is my memory fading or has she discovered something that we could market and get rich off of? Tough to say. I will try to stay alert for the next 6 months and try to figure out exactly what she is doing. Mondays are usually good as that is when I blog but the other 6 days are a blur. Oh well. I am happy, or at least that is what she says and has also sewn that phrase into all of my underwear. (This is Dave. He is happy. If you find him wandering return to....)
What was I talking about? Oh yeah, the fall. Like everything else there is good and bad to this time of year. Let's explore these issues.
Good: I get to put on clothes that I haven't seen since last year. Bad: None of it will fit. Good: We won't see people wearing skimpy clothing when we walk. Bad: We won't see people wearing skimpy clothing when we walk. Good: We can go to the movies without having to compete with a horny horde of hairy teens. (my editor says I need more alliteration) Bad: All of the good summer movies are gone. Good: Pumpkin pie, Thanksgiving, fall baking, visiting people. Bad: None of my spring clothes will fit either next year. Good: Layering of clothes to hide by bumps and rolls. Bad: Sweating while just walking through the mall. Good: Shopping for Christmas toys for the grandkids. Bad: Trying to get up off of the floor after playing with them. Good: Buying Halloween candy. Bad: Being told to save it for the kids. Good: Hockey season starts. Bad: The realization I am old enough to be most players' grandfather. Good: Walks in the park with all the leaves changing colors. Bad: Lunch will be real late because of how many times we stop to take pictures. Hope I don't faint from hunger.
From what I recall it is actually a very nice time of year. Perhaps the pictures will help me remember it.
THOUGHT OF THE WEEK: How much you enjoy something depends on how much you want to enjoy it.
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How Soto Lamongan I had With the Price Point of Rp 5000 Changed Me In Unparalleled Way
Until the age of 13, I was a really picky eater and my diet only consist on nuggets or maybe carrots once in a while. I also especially hates toge. But here's the thing, a bowl of soto lamongan with price point RP 5000 and questionable hygiene, it changed my whole different perspectives on food and--you guess it-- friendship too.
For the sake of intro, I have been moving to different cities since these past 4 years, and in all those places, I always make sure to search and pin points a good soto ayam lamongan place, for whenever those days where a hearty warm with sour-y tasted soup are needed, I know where to go.
My lover, my friends, and everyone who are closes to me, knows my addiciton to soto ayam lamongan very well, and often they teased me on it, which I admit, very well deserved.
Not soto bogor, not coto makassar, not soto madura, but it has to be be Lamogan city style, a perfect cuisine that consist of yellow broth from the mix of koya and kunyit , add the right amount of bihun putih or adding it overboard won't hurt, also toge, ayam suwir, sprinkled with daun bawang and seledri to top it off. Oh, and don't forget the hard boiled egg, maybe salted egg when I feel fancy.
Back again, what's the connection of soto ayam Lamongan with pre-teen me who were a little picky eater shit?
Here is the full story. Aside from a picky eater, I was also such an awkward person, I don't know how to be fun, I don't know how to befriend anyone or how to be cool. I blame my mother and her strict, fun-hating parenting for that. I would end up still being that person, if my friend back then weren't 'adopting' me and introduced me how to enjoy my youth. Let's call her F
F accepted my weirdness without much questioning it nor complaining. We were so different. almost none of our hobbies matched. But she was really cool person, the kind that known so many friends, knows how to socialize, can talk to boys without work up a sweat. I was really mesmerized in her attitued and of course wanted to be included in every social setting.
Someday, she asked me to eat to soto ayam lamongan. At that time, remember, pretty much only nugget or chicken as food in my radar. But, the fear of missing out in me, didn't want to say no. So I said yes, and I followed her even though I wasn't really to sure how to eat that.
She led me to a small, warung tenda style with 0 hygine rating because it literally stands above ope sewer, though the seller close the sewer to act as floor, but still above open sewer.
Two bowl of soto that pre-mixed with rice served, and hesistantly, I sipping the broth, only eaten rice, bihun, the ayam suwir bits that aren't disgusting and left the toge alone. I remember she asked me: "Are you not gonna eat the toge?" which I answered, "No, I hate that."
Even though I didn't really enjoying that soto ayam lamongan, I keep say yes everytime she invited me to eat that. And unknowingly, my brains stops sabotaging me and let me enjoy another taste that wasn't chicken nuggets, and yes, finally, I have no problem eating toge anymore!
At that time, I wasn't pondering about this matter, but now at almost 24 years of age, I realized that was actually the turning point that shaped me in the future years to come.
So simple, the fact that I won't eat the toge that comes to Soto Ayam Lamongan, and the symbolize how I am really lucky, even though I was a really weird and awkward kid, I had people that willing to be my friends, accepting me, and thinking of me kindly enough to eat out together with them. Now, I am grateful that experience shaped me into the person I am now, the me that isn't so quick in saying no to food that I haven't taste before, even able to revisiting many food or drinks that in younger days put on the dislike list, but to my surprise, adult me developed the taste bud enough and end up enjoying it.
The taste of Soto Ayam Lamongan really put a deep mark in my javanese soul, and don't think anything would able to erase that out, no matter how many times bad and unsuitable soto ayam Lamongan I have eaten.
So understandbly and rightfully so I am really upset because nowadays, in this economy, soto ayam Lamongan are not the same anymore. Since 12 years since I tasted that perfect blend of soto ayam Lamongan I eaten with friends, I can't find the same quality almost anywhere.
I blame the economic impacting the portion of soto Lamongan being served. A full hard boiled egg in one portion of soto is rarity, I got half at best but more often a pathetic 1/8 egg slice found floating, and even though that toge is important part, that ingredient also often found missing in majority of soto I had. For the last complain, many seller also really being stingy by giving such a small portion of bihun that barely fulfilling enough or can't even be picked up with forks anymore, I had to scoop the bits of bihun using my spoon.
And that wrapping up my story of why soto ayam Lamongan is important part of my soul, and I wish our society and economy is well enough to be able serve a portion with full size boiled egg.
If anyone reading this, leave me a sign!
Yours truly, from Denpasar Barat, Bali.
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3, 25, 34, 38
3: What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?
I write to music, and I try to challenge myself by writing out my target in under three songs. Sometimes it's successful, sometimes it's not. And I guess it's only cursed because sometimes the songs I choose are kind of weird (or more specifically their videos sometimes), and also because it shows that I can't do anything without giving myself some sort of funny challenge to motivate me.
25: What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?
I think Margaret/Victoria (haven't decided on which name for her yet) would have been really into Tumblr indie pop fandom if she was a teenager in our world. And she would be into all the big names (Lana, Marina, etc), but her very favourite would have very specifically been Melanie Martinez. And then she would grow up and kind of bury her past as much as she could, as we all try to do once we grow out of our teens, but I don't think her taste in music would have changed very much from there (she just wouldn't really be into the specific artist anymore).
34: Thoughts on the Oxford comma, Go:
It's good. I'm glad it exists. But I also believe you can simply just ignore the rules of grammar if they are inconvenient to you, so whatever, really.
38: What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?
I guess the weirdest part of the writing process for me is just the part where I brainstorm for ideas. When I write, I just need to focus and write, and just listening to music and challenging myself to put words to the document is enough for me. But I generally find it difficult to write if I don't know what I want to say. Or well, it'll be more apt to say that I can type out words, but I would not really be writing.
I hate that feeling, where I'm writing, but I realise I'm not saying anything of substance. But I also at this point I am just so into the habit of writing everyday that it just feels weird if I can't do it. So, my plan for this is to just live a life that is just so rich and varied that at any time, I can just pull something out and spin some sort of story for it. At this point, I think this is the only real way I can stay sane, because I think if I go too long without writing it would drive me just a little bit bananas.
This isn't really the weird part in and of itself, I think. I think the weird part is when I start doing things like drinking orange juice mixed with coffee or reading every single Bionicle novel or climbing both of the currently existing hills in my country or eating cereal with pear cider just because I want to know what happens/what it'll be like. These days, I am just perpetually indulging in my curiosity now. It's led me down some weird places, but hey. Who knows what would lead to a good story someday, you know?
For this series of asks for writers
#asks#anon#thank you so much for sending this in btw#really means a lot#I saw this in my inbox and was like +w+#stars in my eyes. I was really happy.
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A Few Years Had Passed, the BL Genre has Changed Alot... Yet I Still Love Romantica
But seriously, if you love something, is it necessary to have a reason? xD Can't I love something merely because I want to? Like, you don't need to have a reason to like fried chicken amirite?
Ahem. Anyway. Long post ahead.
First of all, it's merely because of a certain shot.
After seeing this for the first time, I was like "This is going to be one of my faves for sure. I'll enjoy every seconds of it. I believe this is a story that I will never forget. I'll constantly look forward to knowing the two and their story more and more."
Proud to say, this still rings true even now!
I have already listed the reasons why I love them so much, so I won't do it again in this post. But for this time, I'll explain why I still love them even after several years, even after I've transitioned from a teen to an adult which would affect my tastes over time, even after I've seen more BL works... even after knowing that there are things that other BLs managed to pull off better.
Flashbacks to the 2000s which I assume was the golden age of this series, where it was the only "watchable" BL anime back then and Sakurai Takahiro did a phenomenal job in portraying Misaki. Almost all of the fujos in internet would at least have heard of this series, and naturally it was massively beloved that 90% of the fujos would hold it as the no. 1 in their top BL list. However, since it is popular, of course there will be a fraction of people who strongly hate it because of a certain scene. Hence, citing it as the epitome of toxic BL lmao.
But of course, things will constantly change as time passed, just like how it's growing evident that BL is only consumed by cishet women is a huge myth, as queer men themselves have started to voice their love towards the genre as well. And it is also possible for ppl who aren't interested in men to enjoy BL, such as the straight guys, lesbians, and asexuals.
Likewise, BL itself is also evolving - newer ones are more aware about the idea of consent although some may still clueless of how healthy relationships work (relationship is more than just sex!). While this may sound subjective, technically there are more and more quality BL works to consume nowadays. In case you are bored with the slice-of-life BL, there is a plethora of fantasy and horror BL out there to choose, moreso when you're aware of webnovel sites like Syosetu. Isekai BL? They're out there.
And it isn't just from Japan, China and Korea are also capable of producing good BL as well. Even BL is getting praised for the more genuine M/M representation compared to how it's generally done in the West (coughcough performative diversity coughcough).
And it doesn't stop there. The series doesn't even need to have a BL label, the MC can still be gay, and the gay romance can still happen despite the plot not centering around that.
There should be no reason to think that it isn't possible for two men to fall for each other nowadays, the teases shouldn't amount to nothing, which alot of non-BLs were guilty of back then. Well, I'm talking abt series that would tease two male characters together but the creators will allow them to be anything but gay for each other. The only time you'd see them as canon gay is in doujins or fanfics.
Hence, you'd only get canon gay couples from series that have been labelled as BL. Luckily, it's no longer a reasonable thing to do in 2021 onwards.
So, thanks to this new golden era of BL or LGBTQA+ representation, since there are so many quality works to indulge yourself, the Junjou Romantica series is getting outdated. I believe alot of the new generation haven't even heard of it ahahaha. When compared to other BL, I'll admit that Junjou won't even fit to be the best or the worst. I'm not saying that Junjou is bad, but it's simply because there are so many BL works now compared to in 2000s. To the point I bet they would discover Junjou because of sheer luck.
Now, I'll get to the point. Why I still love Romantica through these years? Well, just because there are more and newer BLs, doesn't necessarily mean that it is better. While it's true that there are stuff that other BLs do better such as the plot, the characters, and the art, there's something that Romantica does better than others too, in my opinion. That is, Misaki and Akihiko's dynamic.
I love how Misaki and Akihiko are characters of their own whilst loving each other very much. In many BLs I've seen, the dynamic doesn't feel equal, where the MC is generally too busy to think about the ML most of the time (to those who are unfamiliar, it's referring to the main love interest), whereas the ML serves no other purpose to the story other than being the MC's love interest. In comparison, as the MC, Misaki's POV is always 90% USAGI-SAN USAGI-SAN USAGI-SAN in every chapter although he faces different problems every single time. As for Akihiko, yea he loves Misaki so much but his character arc isn't limited to that. As outdated as the series would be, this aspect of their relationship, will always be timeless to me.
I've grown to love them so much, that I'll get happy from merely seeing them. Yea I do understand that others will get disappointed of the slow and repetitive plot, the bad art, not to mention after waiting for months for the update, spending money to get it... but all I think when looking at new acts is "OMG it's my babies I miss them so much T-T".
So yea, that's it. I don't ask much, I just want to see Misaki and Akihiko, and nothing more.
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Chan as your older brother AU 💖✨
word count: 1.4k
genre: fluffiest of all fluffs, you’ll rot your teeth, bullet point fic
warnings: swearing
Disclaimer: I do not personally know Chan. This work is purely fiction and my own idea. I took inspiration from his on screen persona. Please do not translate or re-upload my work.
☆ Let’s start with you two as babies.
☆ Chan probably LOVED the idea of having a younger sibling he probably crawled to his mum with her baby bump and he'd softly talk to you "please come out quickly baby 🥺"
☆ Then he’d get impatient and ask “is it time yet?” Then he’d start whining and pouting “How much looonger? Baby is so sloooow”
☆ “is it gonna be a boy or a girl?” he wasn’t particular about the gender as long as he gets a playmate
☆ Probably helped your parents pick your name even
☆ He was just THAT much invested in helping mummy raise the baby and in return he gets to play kill me I might just start crying just by THINKING about it asdfghjkl
☆ When he heard the baby is here, the Flash had nothing on Bang Christopher Chan as he literally ZOOMED through the corridors of the hospital to where his mum was staying to jump up on the bed.
☆ There’s at least 10 different photos of Chan holding you on the hospital bed as soon as you were born. #cutie
☆ When your mum was discharged and everyone came home, he would cuddle you and just WOULD NOT LET GO
☆ And he'd sing lullabies to you
☆ He would speak in ᵗᶦⁿʸ and just talk ˢᵒᶠᵗˡʸ around you so he wouldn’t frighten you
☆ No jealousy whatsoever........ okay maybe just a liiiiiitle bit
☆ He’d feel a little jealous when he realised he didn’t get as much affection as he used to when he was the only child
☆ But that quickly changes when he receives attention from one of his parents preferably his mum Channie is a mamma’s boy I don’t make the rules
☆ When you were a newborn, your parents would have you sleep with them in their room. Chan would scamper out of his room in the middle of the night to sleep with the three of you because he was a wee bit jealous you got to sleep with mum and dad.
☆ It became a routine very quickly after that
☆ But your parents wouldn’t let him sleep next to baby because what if he accidentally hits you in his sleep. What a struggle. So he’d sleep on the edge of the bed cuddled in his mum’s arms. don’t touch me I’m soft
☆ Your mum would dress you two in matching outfits and take dozens of photos. “EW MUM WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!” you two looked the absolute cutest so it doesn’t matter
☆ Slowly when you two grew up and you started crawling, you’d follow him everywhere because he was so intriguing to baby you
☆ He started finding you annoying “STUPID BABY”
☆ But he’d still cry if something happened to you
☆ Slowly he started liking you back again
☆ He liked the idea of someone looking up to him and from then on he was your little protector.
☆ He was your guardian angel, he was your hero. He’d do anything to protect you. Scratch that, he still is. He always will be.
☆ Now you guys are older as tweens/teens/young adults whichever you prefer
☆ Eats your share of food- looking into the little nook in the fridge to take out your hidden stash of candy but your favourite one is gone.
☆ You confront him about it and he looks guilty. You're extremely annoyed but at the same time you can't stay mad for too long.
☆ He makes it up to you by buying you two of your favourite candies or treats you to something else.
☆ "Why steal my food in the first place if you're gonna treat me anyway?" He'd shrug "for some reason it tastes better" so you smack him upside his head and then it escalates into a mini wrestling match
☆ He's a very active guy who’s into a lot of sports but when you ask him to teach you he's very whiny "noooooo later" but then when you're chilling he'll show up "come on let's go swimming" and you're like "noooooo" he'd be like "I thought you wanted to go? Come on" and drag you along even though you don't want to and it’s like “why didn’t you do this WHEN I TOLD YOU?”
☆ But he makes it fun for you in the end and afterwards he treats you to ice cream.
☆ Eats a lot. If your mum gives you both a bowl of food. He'll inhale it like he's never eaten before in like 5 minutes and you're confused like how did he finish it all and it was piping hot meanwhile you haven't even finished 1/3rd of your bowl
☆ so he's done and he's staring at your bowl with greedy eyes "you gonna finish all of that?" *switches to puppy eyes* you're like "yeah" so you continue eating until you finish half then just hand the rest over to him and it's all gone in a minute.
☆ Your mum has no idea he eats half of your food when she gives you equal amounts and you'll never tell her because she'll scold you for never finishing her food so Chan is like your personal eco garbage disposal because he eats everything
☆ It’s like a dirty secret between you two what she doesn’t know won’t kill her
☆ He'll be your emotional support human he'll be the first person you always go to when you need a pick me up.
☆ And it's a guarantee he'll always make you feel better whether it's through his words or his actions because both feel like a huge, cozy and warm hug
☆ If someone bullies you, your normally sweet and gentle older brother will go on a rampage "WHO THE FUCK HURT MY BABY BROTHER/SISTER?! I'M GONNA KILL EM"
☆ He’s the Golden child of your parents because he's good at everything but it never matters to you because Chan never makes you feel lesser than you seem to think of yourself. He's always supporting you and uplifting you
☆ Tries to help you with your homework and in turn learns a few things himself.
☆ He's a big help with poetry, literature or creative writing homeworks (wbk)
☆ You two are really close and you always talk about random stuff he's not just your older brother he's also your best friend
☆ Even your friends ask about him and want to be his friend too because he's so cool, some of them have crushes on him and you’re like “ew what’s there to like?” *fake gags*
☆ He's always nice to everyone he sees. Elderly people love him too because he's such a gentleman.
☆ He's very proud to have you as his sibling he'll proudly show you off to his friends. “THIS IS MY LITTLE BROTHER/SISTER :D”
☆ If he's having fun with his friends but if something is wrong with you he will drop everything and race to you as quick as humanly possible to make sure you're okay because he's not okay if you're not okay. this is science ok
☆ Sometimes you two bicker a lot but it's sibling banter where you end up laughing
☆ Shows you funny memes or jokes he finds on the internet be like "that's you" or "this is so me lmao"
☆ Tags you in siblings memes be like "us"
☆ If your parents are angry at you for something he'll try to defend you if he feels it's not your fault
☆ But if something IS your fault he'd try to calm his parents down and then tell you about how wrong you are to do something in private so your parents don't put you down even more
☆ You always go to him for advice first. Not your parents, him. His input, opinions and approval mean the most to you. Because he’s the coolest.
☆ You two goof around a lot. Carpool karaokes on the daily.
☆ You two would sing/rap together to songs and have a blast
☆ You feel insecure about your voice but Chan makes you feel like a popstar
☆ You two would post anonymous YouTube covers together when you slowly grew confident with singing. Just a side thing for funsies
☆ He’s your rock sometimes you feel like he does too much for you and you can't do anything for him in return
☆ But little do you know Chan is the strongest because of you by his side always cheering him on. Your very existence gives him strength for everything
☆ You two have each other's backs through thick and thin
☆ Because of Chan as your older brother you're a better version of yourself everyday
#stray kids#skz#stays#YOU MAKE STRAY KIDS STAY#stray kids everywhere all around the world#stray kids imagines#stray kids scenarios#stray kids fluff#stray kids au#skz imagines#skz scenarios#skz fluff#kpop scenarios#kpop fluff#kpop imagines#chan#bang chan#bang chan scenarios#bang chan fluff#bang chan imagines#bang chan au#gender neutral#gender neutral au#kpop au#bang chan headcanons
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What's up with groups like "MAPs"?
I am a nerd for sexology, I love the topic of paraphilias; it's a favorite subject of mine.
(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*.✧
If you want to here is a PDF file of the DSM 5, if you want to read into the paraphilia & paraphilic disorder portion. I haven't read everything, I only read into paraphilia since paraphilias are my special interest.
You'll also see a page discussing autism spectrum disorder plus a myriad of other conditions and such.
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If you're unaware with this term MAP is meant as an anagram for "minor attracted person", this group is not something I agree with; they do not seem to promote any sort of professional help, counseling, healthy outlets or whatnot. People are pussy's and cannot handle descriptive words.
I completely understand that anything akin to a gay conversation camp will not work whatsoever, sexuality is finite and fixed in a person typically, same fact applies to paraphilia, fetishes and kinks but what I don't understand is why do they not provide people ways to healthily let out these harmful desires towards children?
I am interested in shotacon, lolicon and my favorite is cubs (young furry characters, think the child characters in the film Zootopia) so it would be straight up hypocritical to question their paraphilia, this particular attractions towards the very young and youth I had understood will only ever be a fantasy since I was about 13 years old, I had studied paraphilia somewhat when I was in my young teens since to me at the time it just didn't make any sort of sense as to why I just loved these young and adorable fictional characters, it caused me great confusion to have this paraphilia since at that time I believed that you should only be attracted towards the opposite gender of adult age. My mother wasn't there to guide me, instead she was spying then read through my fantasies then got extremely pissed off because of my paraphilia instead of taking me to a counselor who specializes in people affected by peadophilia.
But besides all of that I ask people why? Why don't you give people useful advice? Why allow people to be "pro contact" or anything like that? I can understand that we all have a specific taste so not every younglings will be of interest, it's not like you'll go after every single in sight sort of speak. Why even try to consider it a "sexual orientation"? In the DSM-5 when it's not disorderly in any sort of way they class peadophilia as a 'sexual interest', it is NOT classed as an orientation, this is in official documents so I feel much more incline to take what is said as educated knowledge here.
For people dealing with their paraphilia I suggest not to go after group's like these, don't go to the internet when about these sorts of things. Yes there are some truly horrendous people out there those are not the type of people I'm speaking for, I am asking the confused souls who have no sort of guidance. I hate it whenever I hear about a child getting abducted, molested or anyting horrible like that, these stories cause great stress; I remember how agitated and upset hearing about how negativity effected my cousins where from these foster homes as well hearing about how much is an abusive piece of shit my cousin's father is.
I hate it when CPS (child protective service) does horrible things towards children, I hate it whenever they do things for money, all fueled by greedy practices, I hate it when people ruin children's childhoods. Anything young is wonderful to me, it's been that way since I figured out exactly what I am attracted towards.
Furry characters I am a huge fan of, of course, movies like Zootopia does make youngling furry fans come about which I find to be an attractive feature; it's attractive whenever I see that a young boy or girl who loves anthropomorphic animals. That aspect of myself I cannot change. I have considered going to the paraphilia equivalent of a gay conversion camp before up until I learned exactly how horrible gay conversion camps really are and how much of a facade they put on for the camera.
I had checked out stories of abuse that they administer towards the gay youths, I am heavily against gay conversion camps after figuring out and learning exactly what they're about.
I understand there's people go to gay conversion camps out of free choice, that's inevitable, but what I do not like is that the push for an anti-gay narrative; anti-gay marriage and shit like that, propagating homosexuality as something horrible. I hate it when people propagate these false narratives.
Don't need be in a straight family to parent a child, homosexual marriages are not unhealthy, and sometimes a gay parent would be much better at parenting than a straight parent would.
Just because the marriage is of a straight couple it doesn't mean they'll be good parents. Though propaganda can be directed the other way around and that I do not like, don't be anti-heterosexual that's completely bullshit.
Everyone has the right to love what they want the love.
I love the straight allies within the LGBT; people like you need to be appreciated hell of a lot better then they do.
#opinion#lgbtq#lgbt#paraphilia#dsm 5#dsm v#sexology#nerd#nerd post#minor attracted people#straight ally#sexology nerd#sexology geek#paraphilia nerd#paraphilia geek#gay conversion#gay conversion camps#personal opinion#discussion#paragraphs
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Evermore
A reylo Victorian short story.
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Warning it's long very long it's a feed back of Ben's past .
Hope y'all like it !forgive my spelling errors.
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For those who haven't read part one of this story please do check out in the likin below 👇
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Ben solo left home at the age of 15 years old after the incident with his uncle and his differences with his father . Ben discovers the dark secret that his mother had hidden from him all these years , In anger Ben leaves his family and home , Ben join the first order under the commands of snoke . Ben goes by the name of kylo ren as well the master of the Knights of ren sending terror all around the cities and towns . after few years under the control of snoke kylo leaves the first order and goes into hiding .
later, Ben studies and becomes a doctor who sometimes goes as volunteer in the frontline to nurse the wounded soldiers of the resistance . one day the priest of Chandrila lor san tekka found him , the priest told him about his family and what had happened over the years . captain Han solo his father had fallen ill and his mother had aged wishing one thing that her son comes back home.
“ Ben “, the priest insisted.
“ no ! I'm not Ben here san tekka , I'm jace and no I'm not coming back home “.
“ do reconsider son your father is ill… he only has few months to live as your mother lady Leia needs you she isn't young like she was ,no doubt she is still the same strong and doesn't like to be seen old either but having your father ill has aged her and also not knowing about her son “.
Ben didn't say anything he couldn't he remembered when he use to play with his father and ran into the captain arms, he used to see Han riding his white horse falcon . Ben wanted to be like his father when he grew up . just by thinking about it was already hurting too much .
“They lied to me !” , San tekka could hear anger in his voice but also pain.
“ I know son , I know what happened that night ! When you left but your a grown man now do leave pain and resentment aside son ! They need you do it at least for your mother who only did was to protect you from the truth! Which in the end cost her dearly she lost her son.” Ben turned to face the window the pain came back to him the memories his uncle who try to …
“ stop thinking about the past and think what is coming ahead son I have faith that you will come one day not the same no one is telling you to change but to come back to a home and find your mother who only wishes like any mother to see her son . Ben turned to say something but san tekka wasn't there anymore .
Lady Leia was looking at the window in her home in Chandrila in her husband's bedroom when one of her maids Bazine knocked .
“ my lady the priest is down stairs in the front hall waiting “.
“I'll be there in a few moments , thank you … do stay with the master while I go down stairs “ , Bazine Netal bow “Yes my lady “.
“ father san tekka !” , Leia ran to lor san tekka .
“How is he ?” Leia didn't say anything only stood silent .
“ Ben , I found him “ the priest said leia's eyes light up its was like life was given to her .
“ Ben ! My son Ben …. Where is he ? How is he ? I want see him “. Leia began to walk outside the priest stopped her .
“ my lady I didn't bring him with me he isn't a boy anymore , he is a grown man now he takes his own decisions”.
“ I want to see him , why he didn't come back ? I want to see him do tell me where is he !”.leia wanted to see her son she couldn't wait anymore .
“ you will see him again my lady just wait my lady “.
“ no ! I want to see him I want to hug him ask him so many things “.
“ I promise there will be time my lady he already knows about what's happening about Han and you “.leia just smiled and began to cry .
“ Ben “ , a breathless voice whispered in the room it was from the captain Han solo who still Delirious from a sickness “ son , don't go please !”. Leia was there doing anything, what could she do ? The medicine didn't do anything anymore.
“ Han don't , don't use your strength “. Leia whispered to her husband while holding his hand . Lor san tekka only pray for a miracle to happen .
When one one of the maids bazine shouted ” the young master is here ! The young master is here !” , lor san tekka went to the window and saw a young man on a black horse riding like the speed of light.
“ Ben “ leia smiled as she planted a kissed on top of her husband's hand . as Ben got off from his horse everything just stood still and silent .
Ben enter the mansion that once was his home it looked the same but old and gloomy he walked towards the stairs when lady bazine one of the maids of the house and childhood friend she also changed beautiful indeed like always but not his taste.
“ sir “ , bazine bow to Ben who she hasn't seen in years , he looked handsome like the first day she came to the mansion with her father ,If only he knew .
“Bazine how are ?” , bazine smiled she felt excited to have him here in front of her .
“Very well sir , may I take to your father's bedroom “.
“ Yes , please “ Ben follow her down the hall even thought it was day , a little bit of rey of light peak through the curtains.
Leia stood up Ben her son was here in front of her after 15 years, she slowly got up still not believing that her son was here in the room .leia took her son's face in her hand and caressed his cheek “ Ben ,my Ben “. Ben just stood there his mother was very old she doesn't look the same as the day he left her nor his father who now was dieing in his bed.
“ Ben, you came !” Leia embrace her son she didn't care if her son didn't love her , she was full of joy that her son was here after 15 years.
“ come “ , Leia pulled her son as they took few steps closer to Han's bed . lor san tekka study every step Ben took , he knew that none of this was easy for the boy he just came back after so long and found his parents not the same older mother who had gone through difficult times and a father dying in his bed . Ben didn't say anything not a word just shock and confusion was written all over the poor boy face’s .
The priest walked closer where Han was , he wasn't anymore the brave captain Ben knew once there was a old man dying in pain but stubborn to stay a little bit longer.
“ Han, your son is here , he came to see you“, lor san tekka whispered Han just moan softly.
“ Ben” , it came out like a gasp of air. “My son is here ? Tell him to come “ . Leia pulled her son closer.
“ son , please do forgive me if I ever hurted you or treated you unfair . I was just protecting you from all…. pain son but seems I was the one who was causing you pain .” Han cough and cough Leia whipped the sweat from Han's forehead .
“ take care of your mother and forgive her son “ han took his last breath he died peacefully leaving Leia heartbroken .
Han had left Ben as his only heir left him lands and a ranch . Ben didn't know what to do he just wanted to leave but couldn't . few days went by Han's funeral was calm and peaceful a lot of people had come from chandrila and takodana giving their consultants to his mother. He wasn't present for his father funeral he was locked in his father's office thinking what he was going to do .
Months went by Ben was preparing to go out off town leaving strict instructions to the maids to take care of his mother . "son where are you going? Please don't leave! " ,Leia panic , Ben saw this and started to explain " mother , please I'm going out no need to panic I'm going out of town I'm going through takodana and talk with the man who is in charge of the money of the business I checked the books and found something that I didn't like ."
"Just be careful son and come home ". Ben put his coat and left Leia in the stairs .
"I'll be back in the afternoon" .
Ben was walking through takodana when he saw her ..the "girl" she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen . she was slim ,tant skin she had freckles that kissed all over her skin brown eyes which reminded of him in spring. He stopped and stare at her . she must have been around teens or older he couldn't explain the feeling he was having with this girl . The young girl notice he stare at him in confused but shyness was written all over her face . the girl panic and disappear inside the gates is this her home ? where she lived ?
Ben whispered "who are you ?" , Ben was going to find out who was this girl the one who captured his heart .
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Like always my antis and mean people no drama nor harassment no negative stuff . if it's not your type keep scrolling down and don't lose my time either . no drama✌🖤 peace .
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#reylo#rey edit#reylo au#reylo fam#reylo fanfic#reylo trash#kylo x rey#ben and rey#ben solo#benrey#victorian#rey and ben solo
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September Song (3/3)
I'm sorry @kitten-wrath that this took so long, but I do hope you like it. @hoodoo12 @xerxezra thanks for brainstorming with me. By the way, @kitten-wrath there's a reference to one of your fics. I'm sure you'll know it immediately, but to those that don't the read her fic here (Link to referenced fic)
I'm really proud of this fic. It references many of my other fics since most of them being to my Fluffy Adventures With Your Boyfriend Doofus Rick series. I would list all the references, but there's too many. Though, I can list a few of the bigger references for context (Sentimental Reasons, As The World Falls Down, The Little Big Things)
Also, special thanks go to @her-victori for reading a majority of my fics in a short span of time. You Rock! As well to random anons who leave me sweet words in my ask box.
If you haven't read the first or second of this fic then here's the link. (Read Part1 Here) (Read Part2 Here)
In this fic the reader tries to be more reserved and mature for Rick, but what will he think?
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Chapter 3: One hasn't got time
Random fish jumped out of the water, a cricket jumped over his foot, and there you two were amidst the music of the night. You sat on the hood of his car, swinging your feet back and forth, wondering what was going on inside of that head of his. You knew Zeta-7 was studying you, with one his hands in his pocket while the other held your heels, half hidden by the darkness. Was he worried you were going to walk barefoot on the gravel, or preoccupied with the state of your naked feet? Might've been the shade of nail polish you had on your toes, or simply he was thinking of a completely unrelated topic; of which you may never know. Nonetheless, you were compelled to apologize again in order to fill up the gap of conversation. “Rick, I really am sorry if I ruined our date. I should've just talked to you about how I was feeling.”
Walking around the car, placing your discarded heels in the back seat, Zeta-7 opened the trunk and searched around until he found what he was looking for. “Y-y-you didn't ruin our date,” he assured, dropping on one knee beside you so he could slip his sandals on your feet. “you saved it. It's - it's one less thing t-to worry about. Boy, I'm glad I-I still had a pair of flip flops in the trunk. They sure came in handy.”
“How long have those been in there.”
“I'd say a-a few months.”
A few months probably meant they'd been in there since that time you two went to the beach. You checked your now sandaled foot, giggling at the dramatic size differences between your foot and the sandal. “Hmm, I guess this means I'm not Cinderella; the slipper doesn't fit. That's a good thing because prince charming is so not my type.”
When he stood back up, he wondered. “Then what is y-your type?”
You'd think he'd by now that you had never been crazy about guys. Sure, in your teen years you had your random crushes on the guys in your art and science class, but nothing specific came to mind as to why they were appealing to you; you had other more activities which kept you happily diverted. And now, taking in the sharp lines of his suit, and eager want of understanding, you felt your heart flutter as it did when he was especially attractive to you. It wasn't so much in his appearance but in the feelings you had when light-hearted, casual sweetness flitted across the lines of romanticism; when smart, witty repartee translated to golden words, soft touches, and knowing. But to Rick, he needed both the conscious and unconscious understanding; the affirmation that you held him in high regard. “That's a good question Ricky. You know it's not goblin kings or fire-breathing dragons who are cursed princes in disguise, neither is it swimsuit models, or rock stars, and never villains. Honestly, I didn't know I had a type until I met someone who challenged the conventional rules.”
With raised brow, he shifted his weight to his other foot, pleasantly intrigued. “Is th-that so?”
Why the smartest man in the universe had to doubt the validity of his place in your heart and skeptical when varying parties voiced conflicting opinions would perhaps be the ongoing mystery, but you dare not hurt him further. “It is. I like people who are comforting, who can cook and garden. Maybe they'll tell me silly stories, and make me tea before they say goodnight. Being multilingual never hurt, and if they have a cute stutter, they might as well kill me with cuteness when paired with darling buck teeth. Hmm, reminds me of a certain mountain king I knew once upon a dream. Though the only difference between him and you is that he was very lonely, and as for you, I hope you'll never have to be again.”
You looked up at him, with cheeks flaming after this sort confession, finding that your usual open affections were a mix teasing and simple flirtations, but you looked away from his burning, but altogether odd gaze of his since your heart beated wildly in your chest from it; for a great deal of the time, you two were very casual with one another as you had been when you were just friends. Zeta-7 stepped closer, and put his hand under your chin and lifted your face to look at it keenly. “With you,” he smiled protectingly before he pressed a kiss on your forehead. “I-I-I never will be.”
You certainly hoped so. “Rick, I think it's getting late. Should we call it a night?”
“Are y-you tired?”
“Not in the slightest. Why? Feeling like an adventure?”
“Not exactly, but can I take y-you somewhere?”
“Sure. As long as you're there, then I don't mind.”
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You snuggled into his side, trying to steal as much warmth as you could. “Since when did you have a hammock?”
“Since th-this morning. Do you like it?”
“I love it. Especially since it gives me an excuse to just come over and chill in the backyard. Maybe do a little bird watching, flirt with the gardener. You know.”
“Gosh, y-you can come over whenever you want. Mi casa es s-su casa. Remember?”
His home was your home? Well, you always felt it was in a way. As ever there was a feeling of unchangingness about the night sky, and with you two returning to the general lazy routine that was as delightful as it was elusive, you wondered how you were going to convince yourself to leave the comfort of his arms. You were happy that he chose to allow tonight's events go, and focus on the good parts, but while things changed at a steady pace, there were moments like this and in between, like at the ice cream shop which made you conscious of his want of family; of intimacy; of closeness to chase away all the lonely shadows which were always around the corner. You owed him a great deal, and honestly, you were in want of those things too. “I'm happy that you say that Rick,” you answered matter of factly. “because I can't wait for the day when it really is. Well, whenever you're home is ready to receive me.”
The hand which had been absentmindedly rubbing your arm stopped. And again, you heard him sniffle as was typical when he was emotional, and his heart was beating a little fast. You sincerely hoped you wouldn't hurt him with all this excitement. And when he calmed a little, he turned his body to face you, smiling softly at this possibility. “I-I-I look forward to that day too.”
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Pots and pans are moved around, and he began to make his special brew. Unlike the mediocre ingredients which you had in your home, Zeta-7 had some of the freshest, and most potent herbs and spices which could be found in this part of the world. If you hadn't known better you'd say they were brought straight from India, and then to your surprise, he proceeded to tell you that they were, and how he regularly visits when he can. With delight, he tells of the exotic culture, of its people, the food, and the points of interest that would never be found in travel pamphlets; painting scenes and landscapes.
Like always he knew how to match your mood to a flavor, and give you just what you needed. From the cabinets, and from the pantry he retrieved what he needed, and lined them up on the counter. Whole cloves, green cardamom pods, cinnamon sticks, which he breaks into pieces, freshly chopped ginger, ground nutmeg, white peppercorns, star anise, and loose black tea. Soon, the air was full of spices, and the Masala Tea was near completion; it was your favorite and made you think of many other similar times when you two sat together over tea to discuss many a topic which was suitable to talk about in the evening. With care, Rick poured his concoction into your new mug, and he poured his into a Shoney's mug and lightened both with milk, and sweetened them with honey. With the spoon he used to stir, he tasted it to be sure, then held it out to you. “I hope it's t-to your liking.”
“You know it always is, for you know what I like.” The first sip is heavenly, and you sigh happily as he watches you in amusement. “Rick, what's so funny?”
He holds your gaze for a moment, before he chuckles. “It's a-a secret.”
You stuck out your tongue, but he doesn't relent and goes on to drinking his tea. Zeta-7 can be a tease when he wanted to be, but he isn't so unkind as to not apologize. “I'm sorry, I-I-I don't mean to offend you or anything, but I'd love to make it up to you if you'd let me. I um - I got something for you.”
Pulling several small boxes from his inner suit pockets, which were definitely bigger in the inside, he handed them to you. “When I was on Mars last month, I saw a few things that reminded me of you. Do you want t-t-to know what they are?”
“Rick, you didn't have to do this. You spoil me enough as it is, but I would like to know.”
“Gosh, I wanted t-t-to do it. After all, y-you are my favorite.”
“I better be.” you winked. “Should I open it now?”
“If y-y-you want to. I hope y-you will like them.”
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Taking a deep breath, you carefully unwrapped the sparkly gift paper and opened the first box which had a precious rose quartz apple brooch that you had only seen on TV. “Is this what I think it is?”
“Almost. Y-you see, on Mars, they manufacture a-a lot of - many similar products which you could find on Earth, except they tend t-to be more technological. This, for example, was originally made t-to act as a decorative cooling device for those really hot Martian days, but I modified it t-to do this.”
Cupping your hands with his, you gasped as it warmed your hands, and an inner calm took over you. He continued. “It'll calm you down any time you feel overwhelmed, and it doubles as a-a hand warmer. All y-you have to do is think good thoughts, and it'll magnify them.”
Unable to see where the hidden technology and mechanisms were, you wondered. “Is it magic?”
“Hohoho, if y-you want it to be. I-I-I know you don't - don't always like how you're meds make y-you feel and I wanted you to be able to be comfortable. And it'll come in handy when winter comes a-around.”
Trying it for yourself, it made you wonder as it soothed you if he had used properties from those empathic plants that existed on the planet with the ioculus and giant flowers. Who knows, but it felt wonderful, like a balm for your soul. Opening the next box, there was a hair clip in the shape of a puppy dragon. “Oh my goodness,” you gasped. “this is just too precious. Rick, what did you…how did you... ”
“I-I know how much you love them. It's not like th-the real thing, but it's c-cute isn't it?”
You didn't hesitate to clip it on your hair, feeling your smile growing. “Its freaking adorable. Sweet, sweet cookie man, please tell me they make other jewelry with similar designs.”
“Hohoho, they do but th-they sort of double as weapons. The hair clip can only summon them when th-they are within range of-of course.”
“What if I wanted to be queen of the puppy dragons? You never know, maybe I'm a dangerous woman. I can be ferociously adorable. When I want to be.”
Zeta-7 seemed to be considering this idea, and you had to poke him to make him realize you had simply been joking; mostly joking. The last box which laid on your lap was a bit heavier, and there were several layers of holographic tissue paper you had to peel away before you finally saw what it was. You felt tears prick at the back of your eyes sight of it; a miniature glass terrarium necklace, with a shrunken sunflower that had an iridescent shimmer on its petals.“You couldn't have bought this. Did you make it?”
“I-I did for the most part. That's a hybrid sunflower that can only be found on the Citadel, and I used metals that can rival gold and silver in its durability. It's - I-I-I could go into the mechanics of it, but I-I think that would ruin the surprise. M-mi corazón, if-if you look inside you'll see what I-I see when I think of you.”
Staring at it intently, it took a retina scan to verify the user, and then you saw clips of his memories of you. You saw yourself from his perspective, dancing around him while wearing your hello kitty pajamas; of you all sniffly and sick on the couch; that time you had flour on your cheeks after your failure in baking; of you blowing kisses; of you fast asleep amongst all the plants of his conservatory; of your joy as you pointed to things from the ferris wheel; of your hands as you touched up his makeup on his arms; of painting; of your tears and surprise; of huddling for warmth; of feeding his turtles; of you standing in the rain, drenched from head to toe; of you handing him clover; of your right above him, tickling and kissing him in the grass; of your Rick cosplay; of you standing in the half light of the moon; as a princess, confused as to who was who as you stepped into the ballroom; of hundreds of butterflies shielding you; trying to hide a shameless amount of candy; of you commanding plants to your will; of you sitting on the ground with a scraped knee and mess of Doritos and very surprisingly of you as a child handing him a rose from your father's garden before it all faded away. “I can't believe this.” you gasped, looking away in favor of Rick. “You've met me before?”
Scratching the back of his neck, he confessed sadly. “Yeah.”
“So when you said it wasn't the first time you waited for me, then what? You really did meet me as a child? In this dimension?”
“It's a-a long story. You probably wouldn't even remember.”
“Why didn't you say anything?”
“For very similar reasons as t-to why I had to wait in your dream. It's - I've known a-about you even before y-you were born, but that's - that's a-a different story for another day. As I said, it's a-a-a really long story, but I promise t-t-to tell you everything.”
He saw you grow up in real life and in a dream, he must have known about you for years. And yet, he waited. Why? That brought up so many other questions, but for now, you only considered him with a softer, deeper affection. “You're full of surprises aren't you? Always one step ahead of me. I'd say that's not fair, but I don't have a right to. You always have a good reason. You….you really do know me, don't you?”
Feeling warm lips on your temple, he chuckled. “N-n-not everything, but I like t-to try. I doubt anyone could know everything, but I- I like you. I-I-I know you could do better, but I just want you.”
“To think that all I wanted was for you to like me more.”
“Hohoho, I doubt I-I could like you less. Y-you're everything to me.”
Leaning down towards you, he captured your mouth in a firm kiss, and you tugged on his tie to bring him closer. He tasted like cardamom and promises, was everything and you couldn't think of a better way to end your date, but then to you disappointment, you heard the familiar sound of a portal and a couple of guard Ricks stepped through; their dimension numbers worn prominently on thier chests. “Yo ding dong, breaks over. They need you back in the lab pronto!” And when they fully stepped into the kitchen, they joked amongst themselves about how such a good for nothing Rick be capable of knowing what to do with a woman, let alone be so well acquainted with one.
Zeta-7 visibly winced at their laughter since they had come at an inopportune time, but for your sake tried to remain strong. “I-I-I guess our date really is over.”
“It was nice while it lasted.”
“Come on Doofus,” yelled the head guard. “we don't have all day. You can play with her later.”
“I'm - I'm sorry about this,” he whispered. “I sh-should have told you that there was a-a chance of being called into work.”
“Don't worry, I'm sure they need you for something really important. You know I'll be here when you come back. Don't you? I'll be fine, really I will be. Be careful Ricky. I love you.”
Pulling you into a tight hug, he was hesitant to let you go, but at the urging of his superior, he let go with a frustrated sigh, removed his suit jacket, and grabbed his lab coat and followed after them. Once gone, you cleaned up, and wiped down the counters and table. Seeing his jacket, and not wanting it to wrinkle, you picked it up and hung it in the hallway closet. Though, once it was hung, you noticed a slight bulge in one of the inner pockets. You had a feeling, though thinking it could possibly be otherwise, you reached down, and pulled out a box; a single glance to confirmed it. Zeta-7 had intended to make an honest woman out of you.
With shaky hands, you slipped it over your ring finger, and felt hot tears run down your cheeks; you had possibly ruined his opportunity to propose. When you felt that you had worn it for an inappropriate amount of time, you pulled it off and placed it back in the box; it wasn't yours yet. You two only wanted to make each other happy, but there would always be obstacles and peculiar incidents along the way. And this….you certainly hope he wouldn't change his mind and try again; whenever that time would be.
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Rivalship for the meme if you haven't been asked already. :,D
Thank you! Obviously these areonly my interpretations. And I wanted to be thorough in my answers.
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What they watch during movie dates and what kind ofsnacks they get from concessions.
I don’t think Seto watches much television or movies. What happensis Yugi turns something on and leans against Seto, who’s busy on his laptop andyet still here in the room and on the sofa in front of the TV system. I thinkYugi has pretty broad tastes in movies and also likes shonen anime. He tends toavoid slapstick movies and shows though because those annoy Seto. But it’s warmand cozy there on the sofa together.
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Which one gets in to a fight with the other’s parents.
All of Seto’s parents are six feet under. Yugi has hisgrandfather, mother, and a largely absent father. In the case of Sugoroku, Iactually take the idea of him being forgiving towards Seto, with him in turntaking the idea of trusting Yugi’s judgement. In practice I think Sugoroku’sand Seto’s exchanges would be on the curt side but it would generally be congruent.Yugi’s mother isn’t defined in canon well but I get the idea she might be a bitnosy. Seto is not a sociable person but I think he’d tolerate her for Yugi’ssake. I’m fairly sure Yugi and Mokuba would be friends and enjoy spending timetogether. I don’t really imagine there’d be much discourse honestly.
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What kind of street performance they’d put on to raisemoney if they were stranded somewhere.
I like the-cryptographer’s idea of Seto finding a streetvendor and showing them how to improve their business, balancing their budgetsand demonstrating tactics to make more sales. I feel like on the Yugi side, hemight offer little services for free in the hope of garnering tips (since helooks so harmless and seems so friendly and also because this is an anime world,he might get a few takers).
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How they’d be as parents if theyhad-a-kid/someone-forced-a-kid-on-them.
As I’ve said before, I think Seto would be profoundlyuncomfortable at the notion of having and raising children. I think he’d bedeeply and darkly afraid of becoming Gozaburo, and likewise be terrified of hisown lingering emotional struggles when faced with the notion of raising achild. Comparatively, I have the idea that Yugi would hope to have children.He’s so down to earth, warm, and social. I think he’d want to have a family.And he might bring the topic up with Seto a few times, but as he realizes just howuncomfortable the subject makes Seto feel he’d drop it, and instead findhappiness in spending time with the children of his friends and Mokuba.
So how does a child come into their care? I can only thinkof one very tragic circumstance, and this child would be the orphan of Mokuba.(Comparatively, if it was Jonouchi’s child who was orphaned I feel Shizukawould be the one to take them in.)
There would be a period of bleak depression and transitionfor all three parties in this, but I think Yugi and Seto would make a verygenuine and heartfelt effort to raise this child. Yugi would be a warm parent, instigatinggame and movie nights, probably a bit too soft on discipline. Seto would strugglewith how much pressure and discipline to apply on the child (his damnGozaburo-complex…) and I think he’d end up on the softer side with these thingsas well, but have times where he’ll lose his temper and have to abruptly leavethe room to calm down. Seto would be a quieter parent than Yugi, and he’llforever be a workaholic, but he’ll share meaningful moments and gestures (this is his dead brother’s child). Ipicture Yugi and the child deciding to bake a cake for Seto’s birthday, Yugiand Seto bringing the child to the park on the occasional weekend. There’s achance a maid or chef or butler might be involved in raising the child as well.I think Mokuba’s child—really Yugi’s and Seto’s own child—would be wellloved and well cared for in the end.
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Who would cause the most trouble during a camping tripand how.
I don’t think these two would go on very many camping trips.It’s hard to come up with a scenario where they would. I feel like Yugi mightgo off with Jonouchi, Honda, and Ryo on a camping trip for a few nights andbring back a pinecone to give Seto, telling him about all the antics and how brilliantthe stars in the purple-black sky were.
Maybe Yugi and Seto would take the occasional walk through aforest though, see the glowing silver sky between the bare branches, or watchthe birds flitting through the emerald leaves. Yugi might recount a story fromhis childhood and Seto would listen as spots of sunshine shatter through thecanopy over them.
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What they would give each other as both a serious giftand a troll gift.
In the beginning, it’s Yugi who gives little gifts from timeto time. Bringing snacks, bringing two new packs of Duel Monsters cards and givingone to Seto for them both to open one at the same time.
Seto might bring Yugi to a tailor to have a high-qualitysuit fitted for him “to make you properly presentable for business,” but reallyit’s a gift.
Generally, I think it would be small gifts exchanged, withthe gesture itself being the truly meaningful thing for the both of them (Isuppose that’s the case for most of us out there).
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Who moves in with them as an unfortunate third wheelroommate.
I actually picture the scenario as more like Yugi and Setogo on a vacation somewhere only to discover Jonouchi and Honda “just so happen”to also be vacationing in that exact same place at the exact same time as them.And Jonouchi and Honda crash the vacation on and off, but Yugi and Seto alsostill have their alone time together. Yes, Jonouchi and Honda did this onpurpose but they aren’t actually trying to sabotage anything. They just thoughtit’d be fun and funny.
Yugi’s friends and Mokuba’s family may stay overnight at thecouple’s home from time to time. Jonouchi and Honda might be teasing about it(in a playful way) while Anzu and Ryo would be very polite and courteousguests.
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How they feel about handholding and sudden kisses in theear-cheek vicinity.
I firmly believeSeto despises public displays of affection. They make him uncomfortable, feelfar far too exposed. In private however, Yugi gives tender touches and it’s notunpleasant at all. It might even be rather nice.
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Who’s always snapping photos and who’s pack-rattingclutter.
Yugi is the guilty party for both, though “always” is toostrong of a word. He’ll take surprise photographs of Seto to play-annoy himsometimes. He’ll keep a scrapbook of when Seto and Kaiba Corporation arefeatured flatteringly in the media. Seto rolls his eyes to all this, but insidehe’s charmed.
Yugi collects games and some memorabilia, while Seto doesn’tbother with small material items too often. Except–! Except for Duel Monsterscards! Yugi really can’t fathom why Seto needs 36 copies of Hyozanryu.
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Who hogs the bathroom in the morning and who causestoothpaste related drama.
I feel like the two are about even in their bathroom timeand maintenance. They’re both the type to keep the door shut, to keep thecounter tidy without being neurotic about it. Yugi might be a bit messier whileSeto returns things to their exact place, but it’s not a big deal. I kind ofhave the idea that if they lived together, given Seto’s mass of wealth, theirhome would have multiple bathrooms so hogging isn’t a problem either.
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What their matching costumes were for that one party.
Seto is a stick-in-the-mud asshole who refuses to dress in acostume (well, a real costume anyway… those spinney trench coats with oversizedshoulder pads that Seto doesn’t wear anymore…). Yugi might dress up in a simplecostume; I don’t see him going all out with it. But if Yugi gets it in his headthat they must be dressed up as a couple, I think he’d steal one of those oldspinney coats, draped to the floor and sagging from his shoulders. (Seto mightthink, “You look ridiculous,” but then have a realization of just who used towear that coat all the time.) Yugi would joke to his friends, “He’smid-twenties Seto-kun, and I’m teen Seto-kun.” And at some point Seto mightintentionally step on the coattail as an awkward half attempt at flirting.
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If I think they’d get married and why or why not.
This is in the realms of longterm Rivalshipping. I don’tthink the idea of marriage is too present in Seto’s mind in this case. I thinkin time it might appear in Yugi’s mind however, that idea of declaring theirbond to the world. I think Yugi envisions marriage with a romantic lens and assomething to mark the significance and depth of their relationship. For him it’sabout the symbolism, not the legalese. Yugi might bring up the subject a fewtimes, and eventually Seto may agree to it to make Yugi happy and it’s not likemuch will change anyway. It would be a small private ceremony; friends andfamily only. I think Yugi would understand this is more for pleasing him thananything else and yet he’ll glow because thisis still a gesture of love.
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Who has over a thousand unread emails in their inbox orfive hundred icons on their computer desktop and how the other reacts to thisgross mismanagement.
Seto is a CEO of a mammoth corporation, so I think it’s fairto wager he has a lot of crap on his computer. Yugi doesn’t care; Yugi doesn’tknow what half of those icons even are.
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What their hidden artistic talents are and howappreciative the other is of these talents.
They have pretty blatant creative talents within canon: bothare/aspire to be game creators. Seto is very good at drafting blueprints, and Ithink sketching blueprints for things he doesn’t actually intend to build mightalso become a coping mechanism for him to clear his head and heart on theharder days. And Yugi collects these discarded blueprints, and he thinks they’rea kind of wonderful treasure. Maybe Yugi writes short stories sometimes and he’skind of embarrassed and thinks they’re not very good, but Seto reads them andhe can see the reflection of Yugi inside them, the honest emotion and thosethings that really mean something to Yugi, and Seto thinks there’s something ofvalue here even if he can’t say so aloud. But Yugi notices how Seto alwaysreads what Yugi shows him, and how Seto will tell him to cut the crap when he’sdown-talking his own stories.
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What they consider each other’s most attractive qualityand/or their favourite thing about the other.
I think Yugi admires how headstrong and goal-oriented Setois, how hard he strives and how many things he’s accomplished, how despiteanything else his creations have brought so much joy and so many personalconnections to the world.
I think what I hope for Seto, inside or outside of aromantic context, is to understand that Yugi does see him as a person ofworth—not monetary worth, but emotional worth. To understand that he meanssomething to someone else. (That knowledge can get a person through a lot.)
For Seto, I think he has trouble even comprehending how Yugican be so warm and kind, and it’s something so alien and powerful to him. It’sa strength he doesn’t have, and he can’t say it aloud but it’s beautiful to himhow Yugi is the embodiment of it.
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I Haven't Eaten for 3 Days and It's Amazing
I love food, but I have eaten nothing and drank only water for the past 72 hours.
Why?
Partly because I kept hearing from friends and the media that they enjoyed fasting. Since swimming across the Hudson River, I’ve shifted my life from analyzing and planning–what decades of school taught me to do–to experimenting.
I’ve found experimenting improved my life more so I keep practicing.
My motivation
The 4 main appeals to me of a 3-day fast were
New experiences: A friend told me day 3 of his 3-day fasts made him feel amazing and I wanted to experience it.
Delicious: Many sources told me the first meal after a long fast tasted indescribably amazing. I love food and I love delicious, so I wanted to experience what could only come this way.
Curiosity: I grew up hearing of one-day fasts were very hard–I thought bordering on impossible. My hunger overwhelmed me skipping one meal.
Vanity: I won’t lie. As I’ve become more fit I’ve found I enjoy the definition on my abs.
Non-reasons
Many people claim fasting gives health benefits. I don’t believe any of the health claims from people saying it detoxes, extends life, or similar claims. I don’t disbelieve them. I just don’t find their evidence compelling.
I enjoy watching many videos and reading many posts by people saying they could feel the toxins exiting their bodies and such, but I found this WebMD post, Is Fasting Healthy, most compelling, which said most evidence was inconclusive.
I did find their subjective descriptions of their experiences compelling.
They also made me not afraid of taking a risk with their diversity in age, sex, fitness, and every measure that seemed relevant. Many drank only water for a week or more.
How hard could 3 days be?
One man didn’t eat for over a year, though under medical supervision and he took supplements, just not macronutrients. He started at 456 pounds and my body fat is probably in the low teens, so I have less spare fuel, but I found people with less body fat than me enjoyed their experiences.
The idea seemed mind-blowing
I grew up thinking that 1-day fasts, which people do for religion all the time, were nearly impossible. Hearing that people drank only water for days and weeks seemed impossible.
I’ve learned that believing something is impossible that people do means my belief is wrong. It points to an opportunity for growth.
I get hungry after a few hours. How could I make 72 of them?
A 24-hour test
Hearing random people doing 3 days, I tried one day a few weeks ago. It turned out easy.
I felt shockingly unremarkably normal. Most of the hunger and temptation passed. I was used to hunger subsiding on a few-hour scale. It ebbed and flowed over 24 hours, but no steady rise.
Then I looked for a 3-day period without obligations and before my summer farm share deliveries began on June 5. From then until Thanksgiving, the deliveries flood me with vegetables and fruit too delicious to let go to waste.
It was difficult to find time without food-related activities or other occasions I didn’t want to risk having no energy for. The holiday weekend gave me freedom.
My 72-hour results
It was easy! That it was even possible seemed unbelievable a couple months ago.
I became conscious of many mindless eating patterns.
I became enabled to act against mindless eating habits. I thought I was helpless about many of them. I’m not.
The motivational and emotional skills underlying eating habits underlie many habits. I’m now aware and starting to become experienced in developing and using those emotional skills. I expect I can apply them throughout life.
Hunger passes, though not as much as the videos and posts I read said. Many hours would pass without me noticing I hadn’t eaten in a while.
Since I think about food a lot when I’m eating normally, I’d estimate that I thought about the same or maybe less about food while fasting.
I went outside more. I love eating and my kitchen has delicious food in it, so I decided to go outside more. I got plenty of work done and enjoyed the beautiful weather. I didn’t miss the time I missed in front of a screen.
Not much fat loss. I don’t have a scale or calipers, so I haven’t measured with tools so I’m just gauging by pinching around my belly button and looking in the mirror. My skin feels thinner and my abs show more definition, but not that much difference.
Not much muscle loss. I continued my twice daily burpee-based calisthenics unchanged (3×9 sets of burpees, stretches, and exercises for abs, back, and arms). They make me sweat and out of breath all the time. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to continue them, but I didn’t have to reduce them at all.
The big results
I experienced that it’s not that big a deal.
Why is it not being a big deal my big result?
My horizons were constrained by inexperience. Experience expanded my horizons and therefore my abilities.
I felt helpless to resist food for even one or two meals before. I could do it, but it felt hard.
I just skipped 9 meals and could go longer. I’m more able than I thought. I found I can sit around food for days and choose not to eat it with zero problems.
The skills and abilities that I applied to fasting I can apply to anything requiring similar skills, which exist everywhere in life, not just food.
It reinforced how life-changing activities are under my nose all the time. I found that trend in getting rid of stuff, swimming across the Hudson, performing on stage, trying open mike stand-up comedy, and so on.
I didn’t have to fly to India, jump out of a plane, or even leave my neighborhood.
It cost me zero in time, money, or other resource. I saved money and gained productivity, actually.
Will I do it again? Probably every now and then. I entered this time full of anxiety, which I expect will decrease in future times.
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I Haven't Eaten for 3 Days and It's Amazing
I love food, but I have eaten nothing and drank only water for the past 72 hours.
Why?
Partly because I kept hearing from friends and the media that they enjoyed fasting. Since swimming across the Hudson River, I’ve shifted my life from analyzing and planning–what decades of school taught me to do–to experimenting.
I’ve found experimenting improved my life more so I keep practicing.
My motivation
The 4 main appeals to me of a 3-day fast were
New experiences: A friend told me day 3 of his 3-day fasts made him feel amazing and I wanted to experience it.
Delicious: Many sources told me the first meal after a long fast tasted indescribably amazing. I love food and I love delicious, so I wanted to experience what could only come this way.
Curiosity: I grew up hearing of one-day fasts were very hard–I thought bordering on impossible. My hunger overwhelmed me skipping one meal.
Vanity: I won’t lie. As I’ve become more fit I’ve found I enjoy the definition on my abs.
Non-reasons
Many people claim fasting gives health benefits. I don’t believe any of the health claims from people saying it detoxes, extends life, or similar claims. I don’t disbelieve them. I just don’t find their evidence compelling.
I enjoy watching many videos and reading many posts by people saying they could feel the toxins exiting their bodies and such, but I found this WebMD post, Is Fasting Healthy, most compelling, which said most evidence was inconclusive.
I did find their subjective descriptions of their experiences compelling.
They also made me not afraid of taking a risk with their diversity in age, sex, fitness, and every measure that seemed relevant. Many drank only water for a week or more.
How hard could 3 days be?
One man didn’t eat for over a year, though under medical supervision and he took supplements, just not macronutrients. He started at 456 pounds and my body fat is probably in the low teens, so I have less spare fuel, but I found people with less body fat than me enjoyed their experiences.
The idea seemed mind-blowing
I grew up thinking that 1-day fasts, which people do for religion all the time, were nearly impossible. Hearing that people drank only water for days and weeks seemed impossible.
I’ve learned that believing something is impossible that people do means my belief is wrong. It points to an opportunity for growth.
I get hungry after a few hours. How could I make 72 of them?
A 24-hour test
Hearing random people doing 3 days, I tried one day a few weeks ago. It turned out easy.
I felt shockingly unremarkably normal. Most of the hunger and temptation passed. I was used to hunger subsiding on a few-hour scale. It ebbed and flowed over 24 hours, but no steady rise.
Then I looked for a 3-day period without obligations and before my summer farm share deliveries began on June 5. From then until Thanksgiving, the deliveries flood me with vegetables and fruit too delicious to let go to waste.
It was difficult to find time without food-related activities or other occasions I didn’t want to risk having no energy for. The holiday weekend gave me freedom.
My 72-hour results
It was easy! That it was even possible seemed unbelievable a couple months ago.
I became conscious of many mindless eating patterns.
I became enabled to act against mindless eating habits. I thought I was helpless about many of them. I’m not.
The motivational and emotional skills underlying eating habits underlie many habits. I’m now aware and starting to become experienced in developing and using those emotional skills. I expect I can apply them throughout life.
Hunger passes, though not as much as the videos and posts I read said. Many hours would pass without me noticing I hadn’t eaten in a while.
Since I think about food a lot when I’m eating normally, I’d estimate that I thought about the same or maybe less about food while fasting.
I went outside more. I love eating and my kitchen has delicious food in it, so I decided to go outside more. I got plenty of work done and enjoyed the beautiful weather. I didn’t miss the time I missed in front of a screen.
Not much fat loss. I don’t have a scale or calipers, so I haven’t measured with tools so I’m just gauging by pinching around my belly button and looking in the mirror. My skin feels thinner and my abs show more definition, but not that much difference.
Not much muscle loss. I continued my twice daily burpee-based calisthenics unchanged (3×9 sets of burpees, stretches, and exercises for abs, back, and arms). They make me sweat and out of breath all the time. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to continue them, but I didn’t have to reduce them at all.
The big results
I experienced that it’s not that big a deal.
Why is it not being a big deal my big result?
My horizons were constrained by inexperience. Experience expanded my horizons and therefore my abilities.
I felt helpless to resist food for even one or two meals before. I could do it, but it felt hard.
I just skipped 9 meals and could go longer. I’m more able than I thought. I found I can sit around food for days and choose not to eat it with zero problems.
The skills and abilities that I applied to fasting I can apply to anything requiring similar skills, which exist everywhere in life, not just food.
It reinforced how life-changing activities are under my nose all the time. I found that trend in getting rid of stuff, swimming across the Hudson, performing on stage, trying open mike stand-up comedy, and so on.
I didn’t have to fly to India, jump out of a plane, or even leave my neighborhood.
It cost me zero in time, money, or other resource. I saved money and gained productivity, actually.
Will I do it again? Probably every now and then. I entered this time full of anxiety, which I expect will decrease in future times.
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