#THE FACT HE DOESN’T EVEN OWN A BICYCLE

[ryan-sometimes]

A man in Brazil stopped a robbery with a katana.

As a Brazilian person, I feel it is my duty to occasionally bring to you wack news coming from my country. Lucky for me, about 2-3 weeks ago on August 13th, a man in Belo Horizonte stopped a robbery at his building by charging at the thieves with a katana. He has been dubbed “the samurai of Belo Horizonte”.

Here’s some real videos of the incident:

Here’s part of a news report on the incident from CNN Brazil. I did my best to translate it to English:

A man used a katana, a traditional sword used by samurais in Japan, to chase down a group of suspects who were attempting to steal bicycles from a garage in a condominium in Belo Horizonte, Minas Gerais (a state in Brazil).

Alisson D’jean, who became known as the “Samurai of BH” [Belo Horizonte] went viral when the images won over social networks on Friday the 25th. The robbery attempt, however, occurred on August 13th.

In an interview exclusive to CNN, Alisson says it was his mother who first noticed the robbery, after hearing noises of someone breaking into the garage doors.

The “samurai,” who is a physiotherapist, reported the experience on his Instagram stories, and said he decided to act on his own accord after the military police, according to him, did nothing after three previous break-ins to the condominium [by the same suspects].

After checking the security cameras, the [fourth] invasion was confirmed. The samurai put on some clothes, grabbed the katana, and ran to the elevator, where he met up with the building manager [who was checking the security camera footage on his phone].

“I grabbed this samurai sword, a handmade katana, a weapon of war, really, because I didn’t know what I was walking into, I didn’t know how many [invaders], I didn’t know what kind of weapons they had,” reports the physiotherapist, who says he began using this type of sword almost 30 years ago.

According to Alisson, the decision was taken with the sole intention of protecting himself, his family, and the other building residents. “At no point was I concerned with the bicyles. I don’t even own a bicycle,” he says.

In the images, it’s possible to see Alisson and the building manager in the elevator. After getting out [of the elevator], the “samurai” begins running after the suspects, who, scared, ditch the bicycles and flee. No one was injured. In the days following this incident, no other break-in attempts were reported.

Original article (in Portuguese).

[welcometomyoasis]

Being Joshua Hong's passenger princess

Synopsis: The privileges you have being Joshua’s passenger princess. Joshua x gn! reader | fluff, established relationship | 1.68k words | warnings: car crash, reckless driving, alcohol (you’re drunk not him), slight possessiveness (joshua gets annoyed when people flirt), petnames (darling) A/n: this is my dream honestly… me when? Also uhm I got carried away… 

❥︎ Being Joshua Hong’s passenger princess means you will be treated like royalty. You’ll be accorded privileges no one else has. You’ll be given the white glove treatment, waited on hand and foot (by him). 

❥︎ Let’s start off by talking about the car itself. The car might be his, but he’s yours so by extension his car is your car? That makes total sense right? In fact, the model he bought was one you said you really liked. You can bet the car has been customised to your wants and needs. 

❥︎ Joshua basically gives you free reign over how you want the car to be decorated. You can be a minimalist and keep his car fairly empty except for some car hooks and necessary car cleaning supplies. Or, you can go crazy and make his car look like a plushie store full of plushies and ornaments. Just make sure he can reach the spare tire easily (duh! So that if he needs he can show off how he knows how to change a tire… he’ll look absolutely gorgeous doing it too)

❥︎ He keeps several items in the car just for you too. There’s a little throw blanket just in case you get cold. There’s an extra pair of sunglasses in the glove compartment just in case the glare from the sun gets too much. There’s even a special headrest or backrest or plush cushion on the passenger seat for your comfort. He goes the extra mile to remove it when the rest of the members sit in his car. The members are messy okay? He doesn’t want your stuff to get dirtied because some member decided to sing karaoke at full volume while drinking coffee. 

❥︎ The height of the head rest and the position of the passenger seat is tailored to suit your height and needs. No one is allowed to adjust your seat. He actually (gently) smacked jeonghan and DK when they tried adjusting the seat.  It’s just too bad if the other members feel uncomfortable. That seat is yours, and yours alone. Actually, you know what? Maybe the members should just sit at the back seat and leave your seat empty… 

❥︎ The same thing happens with the radio. If you like it at a certain channel or have it preset to a certain playlist, no one is allowed to touch the radio. In fact, he’ll keep the music off most of the time so that you’ll be able to start listening to the playlist from where you left off. 

❥︎ Technically, the passenger should be the person who navigates the map. You try your best, but sometimes you get mixed up even with the gps. Joshua never scolds you, he’ll just laugh it off and tell you it’s okay because it’s a new adventure with you. When he’s with the members though, it’s usually poor Dino getting nagged at about how he can’t read a map to save his life. 

❥︎ Obviously, Joshua is going to drive you everywhere, and I mean everywhere. Just because you have the option to take a cab or public transport or drive yourself (if you have a license), doesn’t mean you should have to resort to those options. His schedule be damned, he’ll find a way to make time just for you. 

❥︎ Don’t you dare say you don’t want to trouble him. You might be a troublemaker in your own right, but you’ll never, ever be a bother/ trouble to him. He wants to drive you around. That’s his choice, and his love language. It’s acts of service and quality time all rolled into one. He’s not going to turn down an opportunity to spend time with you. 

❥︎ All you need to do is let him know where you need to be, shoot him a text (he only answers your texts let’s be honest), or call him. He’ll finish up whatever it is he’s doing and then he’s on the way to you. 

❥︎ When he arrives, Joshua, being the menace he is, he will 100% use a bicycle horn to signal his location to you. It’s fun! Plus, he likes the way your face morphs from momentary confusion to recognition and then happiness and love. You’ll quickly turn your head his way. He swears your face lights up (and makes the sun jobless). The way you smile at him and shoot him a wave while bounding over to him like a little bunny? It warms his heart and makes him giddy. 

❥︎ The times he doesn’t use a bicycle horn are the times he either yells out your name or uses the car horn. He does it when you’re in a crowded location, drunk, or when there’s someone flirting with you. You see, in the first two situations, it’s practical to use the car horn. The last one? Oh that’s just him being possessive. He thrives on the disappointment on the other person’s face when they realise you’re taken, and by someone who drives a sleek, well-designed car. Bonus if Joshua gets to get out and pose next to the car while wearing his dark, expensive, sun glasses. He immediately wraps his arm around you and places a kiss on your cheek when you happily run towards him. See that? You’re his. 

❥︎ Being Joshua’s passenger princess means you’ll never have to lift a finger right? So that means he’ll open the door for you. If he can, he’ll get off and open the door on your side like a butler gentlemanly boyfriend would. If he can’t get out, he’ll open the passenger side door from his seat. He always tilts his head upwards and looks at you with that adorable crescent shaped eye smile. Always says “Hi darling! How’s my darling today? I’ve missed you~”

❥︎ When you get in the car, he’s taking your bag/ belongings and helping you to store them at the side or in the back seat. He wants you to be comfortable. He’ll also help you with your seatbelt. He wants you to be safe. He refuses to move unless you’re safely belted up. Who cares if he’s holding up traffic. To him, your safety comes first. 

❥︎ When you’re both on the road, he’s extra careful of reckless drivers because he doesn’t ever want you to get involved in a car crash. His arm instinctively shoots out across your chest/ torso when he needs to brake the car harder than normal, or when you both drive across some car crash at the side of the road. Your safety is the most important thing to him. It’s basically wired into his brain that he needs to protect you from all these horrible reckless drivers. In the event you really get involved in a minor car crash (eg, a fender bender), Joshua’s first instinct is to ask if you’re okay. The damage to his car, and the exchanging of details with the other driver (if they bothered to stick around) isn’t important. You come first. Always. 

❥︎ Moving on from that more serious point. Joshua can and will drive with one hand. He knows the action makes you swoon so he does it on purpose. Also, that means one of his hands is free! Joshua will put one of his hands at the back of your head and lightly stroke your nape. He also likes to either intertwine your hands and have your intertwined hands lay on his thigh, or he likes to have his hands resting on your thigh/ lap. You get the privilege of playing with his fingers and gripping his hand tightly as you continue your journey. He’ll definitely randomly raise your hand to his lips. His eyes never leave the road, so it makes his actions even more attractive.

❥︎ Joshua is definitely the kind who will reverse with one hand with his arm on the passenger side headrest. He like smirking at you when he does that. His actions drive you crazy. You think you’re about to combust every single time. 

❥︎ One of the best things about being Joshua’s passenger princess? You get to watch his side profile. His eyes that are intensely concentrating on the road. The curvature of his nose and lips, the way his hair falls down the side of his face, the piercings he always wears on his ears. Oh even the way he might bite his lip in concentration or tilt his head to stretch his neck. Everything about your view is so delicious. You could have the most beautiful scenery outside and nothing could ever compare to the view you have right next to you. Sometimes you get caught staring and the heat rushes up your face. All Joshua can do is chuckle in adoration. You’re sometimes way too cute for your own good.

❥︎ How does he know? Well, although his eyes are locked on the road, he does take momentary glances in your direction. It’s both a conscious and subconscious thing? People normally subconsciously pay attention to their loved ones even if it doesn’t register in their head that they are doing it. But he does look at you consciously to make sure you know he’s still paying attention to your conversation, he wants to ensure you’re feeling okay, and yes, he wants to catch you in the act when you’re literally drooling over him. 

❥︎ At red lights, he will shift his body to face yours. This menace. This tease. Sometimes he’ll even lean over to place a kiss on your cheek, or he’ll demand you lean towards him to give him a kiss on the cheek. It leads to him getting horned at but were the kisses worth it? Totally.   ❥︎ I’ve covered a lot here, but you know what the best part about being Joshua’s passenger princess? It’s the fact that you’re Joshua’s passenger princess.

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[cameronspecial]

Let Me Do It, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings:  Dangerous Stunts

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.0K

Summary: Alpha Epsilon Pi love their dangerous antics, but Y/N is there to make sure Rafe does them safely.

Masterlist

Rafe grew up in the Outer Banks as a Kook. He got to do crazy, dangerous and illegal stunts all the time without any consequences. Add to the fact that he was a single guy and it was sure to be a recipe for disaster. However, when he got his Angel, his frat brothers would say he became the complete opposite. It is an over-exaggeration because he still does the risky stunts. The only difference: he does it a little more safely for his girl. One example is the famous cliff jump that everyone does whenever there is a cliff near water. The boys of Alpha Epsilon Pi and their guests all arrive at the beach with the sight of the fun activity and immediately most of the dare-devils want to be a part of that. “Dude, we have to do that,” Topper points out. Rafe enthusiastically nods his head, “We totally have to. I’m going to help Angel set up and then we can head up.” He turns to see the worried look on Y/N’s face. “Rafe, I don’t think you should do that. It looks dangerous,” she frets, watching as the person who just jumped splats across the water. It looks painful. He takes her hands into his and brings them near his heart, “Come on. Please, let me do it, Angel.” 

She gives him a tilt of her head and can see how much he wants to do it. She lets out a sigh, “Fine, but only if you wear a life jacket.” Rafe is about to let out a celebratory cheer until he hears her condition. “Angel, none of the other guys are going to wear a life jacket. I don’t even think half of them own one,” he argues, not wanting to be the only one wearing one. Her expression doesn’t change, “Well, good thing you have a girlfriend who thinks ahead and who brought one. So either you wear the life jacket or you don’t go up at all.” The only person who can order Rafe Cameron around is Y/N Y/L/N. He listens to her command and sorrowfully puts on the jacket she is holding out to him. 

The group set up their area and everyone who wasn’t going to jump was already relaxing on the sand when the others made the climb up the cliff. The Alpha Epsilon Pi group is all circled around the cliff, trying to decide who is going to go first. They notice Rafe’s added accessory. Kelce laughs, “What are you wearing?” “Shut up. Angel made me wear it. You are just jealous that you don’t have someone who cares enough about you to be concerned about your safety,” Rafe snaps, bringing his hand thumbs under the jacket. This causes Kelce to stop laughing and to look sad at the truth of the situation. Tired of the looks the group is giving him, Rafe runs toward the edge and throws himself off of it. Y/N can easily spot her boyfriend falling down the cliff with his life jacket on, heading into the water to meet him halfway. His head breaks the surface of the water to see his Angel swimming over to him and a massive smile grows on his face. He speeds up, so she doesn’t have to do that much work. He brings her legs around his waist once they meet because he knows she isn’t the strongest swimmer. 

“Was it fun?” she questions, moving his wet hair away from his face. He looks at her with a sparkle in his eyes, “I did. Thank you for always wanting to keep me safe, Angel. I felt very secure when I jumped.” A sweet smile appears on her face and she brings their lips together. 

———

What do slightly tipsy fratboys do when they have two carts and an empty slopped street? Cart racing. Yet again, Y/N is there to make sure Rafe is just a little bit safer with his recklessness. “Helmets keep that amazing brain of yours safe. So I need you to wear one for me, Rafe,” she states while placing her bicycle helmet on his head. She has to loosen it a little to make it fight and then kisses him on the cheek. “Good luck. Kick Louis’ ass.” He grows cocky at her encouragement and hops into the cart. Daisy counts the boys down. As soon as she says go, they are pushed off down the hill. Rafe didn’t expect to be so fast and he quickly realizes he doesn’t have anything to stop himself. A car backs out of the driveway and he has nothing to save himself. The cart slams into the driver's side door and the motion causes him to fly backward onto the pavement. His head flings back against it, but thanks to the helmet on his head, more serious damage isn’t done. 

Y/N comes running and tells him not to move. Her phone is in her hand, so she can call an ambulance. “You have to stay still and keep the helmet on until the ambulance gets here. We want to prevent any further damage,” she informs, gently lacing her fingers with his for comfort. He knows he should listen, but he just wants to feel her touch, “Angel, I am fine. I promise.” “Rafe, I’m not kidding. Stay still until the ambulance gets here. Just to be safe.” He doesn’t want to add to her stress around the situation, so he listens. The siren gets louder as they wait and mixes in with the fratboys arguing with the driver. 

She can finally see the light of the ambulance and waves them down. The paramedics get to work on assessing the situation, letting Rafe know, from what it looks like on the scene, that he has no brain or spinal damage. “We are still going to go to the hospital to double-check. It’s a good thing that you are wearing a helmet. It probably helped prevent anything more serious,” the paramedic tells him as he gets put into the ambulance. He looks over at Y/N who is handling the driver situation, “Yeah, I have a pretty smart girlfriend.” She sees him about to get taken away and runs over to be there for him. Sure, his crazy, dangerous stunts aren’t as dangerous anymore, but he was okay with that. Because he prefers keeping himself safe for his guardian Angel. 

[saionjeans]

thinking again about the touga wrapping saionji’s hand flashback framed as this moment of romantic tenderness but also I find it very difficult to read touga so charitably, especially when he then thanks saionji in a way that implies that he likes being able to hurt him??? which isn’t to say that I think touga utterly lacks all genuine feeling, but he obviously conceives of love through a logic of power and domination (due to his own formative abuse), and thus enjoys the ability to not only hurt saionji but also then tenderly patch up the wounds he caused as a way of making saionji vulnerable and thus dependent on him.

to help or care for another can be a genuine, tender moment of affection, but based on what we know of touga and the framework through which he has learned to view the world, even saionji’s cherished shining memory is permeated with this logic of power and control. touga appreciates saionji because saionji doesn’t seem to mind being made vulnerable to soothe touga’s highly fragile ego.

and what makes that scene so fascinating is the way it’s directly contrasted with touga actively manipulating saionji into hurting him in the present. touga admits that the wound is in fact minimal, but he makes a great show of being in tremendous pain, exaggerating the force with which saionji struck him. even when touga is ostensibly making himself vulnerable, a reversal of their formative kendo injury moment (sparring practice versus a “real” duel), he is still the one in control of saionji, playing up his pain to exacerbate saionji’s guilt, without revealing any real pain, certainly no pain true enough to render him actually vulnerable.

touga fosters a dependency complex with saionji and nanami just as akio does with anthy and utena by positioning himself as the ultimate victim even as he hurts and manipulates others to hold power over them. when nanami spends all day trying to catch a stray kitten to give to her brother who she knows loves cats, she is admonished for getting her dress dirty, at which point touga swoops in an comforts her, so that all nanami can remember is the comfort he provided her instead of the sacrifices she made for his love. when touga hurts saionji during kendo practice, he then tenderly wraps his hand so that all saionji can later recall is the intimacy of the act instead of who hurt him in the first place. when wild animals stampede across the school, tsuwabuki swoops in to recuse her until all she can remember is the boy who saved her from peril.

except, not really. tsuwabuki exists to emphasize the problematics of this logic, to signal to the viewer the exact mechanisms of manipulation touga is employing, and how creepy it seems even to nanami herself when these tactics are not employed with care and subtlety. even touga is nowhere near as subtle as akio, who fosters an environment of stifling conformity and then presents himself as a subversive rebel who is both powerful enough to excite but grounded enough to be a comforting presence.

and that is the entire function of the prince, is it not? to save princesses from the violence of a system they themselves have an active role in maintaining. to foster a dependency complex wherein they cannot envision a world beyond your imposed limits, and then scoff and dismiss and deride them when they struggle to escape. to blame the victim for being victimized by a victim who was, once, victimized in turn. to sit back to back on a stationary bicycle — cycling in place as the sun goes down.

[em1e]

⠀ ⠀新一郎 // training wheels ⠀ ༝ ༝ shinichiro sano ⠀ ༝ ༝ 964 words ⠀ ༝ ༝ no warnings :3 cute fluff ⠀ — mikey wants his own motorbike, shinichiro thinks he needs to learn to ride a regular bike first.

it really shouldn’t be as funny as you were making it out to be. 

mikey’s cheeks puffed out, arms crossed over his chest while shinichiro works absentmindedly beside him, purposefully ignoring his younger sibling who was trying his best to not be ignored. 

“holding your breath isn’t gonna change his mind,” emma pipes up from her place in your lap, practically vibrating at the fact that you’re going to braid her hair for her, “onii-san said you have to get rid of your training wheels first.” 

mikey’s eyes narrow at her, unwilling to bow out just yet, but you can tell his 8-year-old lungs won’t last without air for much longer. despite his efforts, your boyfriend doesn’t budge, and it only takes about 15 seconds after this realization for mikey to give in. he lays beside shinichiro (who reaches over him to grab a tool he needs to finish working on his bike), gasping for air and whining. 

“i want my own bike!”

“you have your own bike.” shinichiro says dismissively, nodding towards mikey’s blue bicycle sitting pretty in the garage. the training wheels seem to mock him, and mikey huffs at the suggestion. 

“a cool bike.” he says instead, throwing an arm dramatically over his eyes, “one i can impress people with, like shinichiro.” 

“and who might shinichiro be trying to impress?” you question, game no longer funny while you twist emma’s hair into neat twin braids down her back. 

shinichiro visibly stiffens, and mikey snickers at the idea of his brother getting into trouble. 

“no one!” he assures, turning slightly so you can see he’s serious, “and let’s not forget the topic at hand- mikey, you need to learn how to ride a regular bike before one of these bad boys.” he pats the piece of metal beside him and gives a proud smile. 

it almost makes you forget about mikey’s comment. almost. but that’s an issue for another day, you decide as emma pulls you to your feet and shinichiro helps mikey up. “let’s go practice,” you stretch, “see who can get it down first: you or emma.” 

emma giggles at your suggestion, racing to the garage to drag out her purple bike before mikey  has a chance to argue. 

and that’s how you ended up at the park, shinichiro on one knee while he unscrews the bolts keeping the training wheels in place on both emma and mikey’s bikes. emma tugs on your arm the second he’s finished with hers, wanting to beat mikey in the challenge even though it would be her first time without the additional help. 

mikey, however, looks apprehensively at his own bike when shinichiro rolls it over to him, eyeing it then his brother. 

“i don’t wanna.” he says eventually, and it leaves shinichiro sighing before kneeling down beside him, whispering something in his ear that has his eyes lighting up and practically hopping onto the bike quicker than shinichiro can steady it. 

you raise an eyebrow at what he’s potentially promised, and shinichiro waves it off and helps mikey re-learn how to ride without the training wheels.emma’s pleading soon fills your ears, desperate to not lose to her ‘smelly older brother’. 

they practice until the sun starts to set, you and shinichiro worn down from the hours of pushing and coaching and encouraging. mikey, finally, after much trial and error, manages to bike a few feet on his own, stopping just before the top of where the hill dips down, and shinichiro and you can’t help but cheer at him when he shoots a smile your way, triumphant after many losses. 

that is, triumphant until emma sneaks up behind him, unknowing and unready. she shoves him without a second thought, and mikey yelps at the contact, riding down the hill while screams (of fear? joy? it’s hard to tell) slip past his lips until he reaches the bottom. 

from the top of the hill, you see it clearly. mikey rolling to a stop until the bike can no longer keep itself upright on its own, leaving mikey to slowly, so slowly, fall over. he doesn’t even try to catch himself. 

shinichiro races down to check on him, while you’re left holding back laughter to scold emma. she pleads innocence, assuring you it was for the greater good (‘mikey needs to learn how to control something going so fast if he wants a big bike!’). you can see shinichiro lift the bike off him easily, checking for any injuries and sending a thumbs up when he sees it’s just dirt and grass stains decorating mikey’s clothes. 

with the adventure now complete, you’re left figuring out what mikey was promised- ice cream. 

emma is only allowed one scoop, and has to apologize to mikey before she can receive it. you stay at the park for a little longer after, bikes long forgotten as mikey and emma wear themselves down on the equipment, and you and shinichiro bump shoulders on a bench to the side as a sign of a job well done. 

"you gonna get him a bike?" you ask eventually, last bits of ice cream now gone, the only remains being the paper the cone was wrapped in.

he hums thoughtfully, "prob'ly, if he still wants one in a few years."

"s'gotta learn to go down fast hills, emma says," you giggle, "who taught you?"

"myself," he laughs, "but i'm glad i'm here to teach him. i'm gonna make sure he has the coolest bike ever."

when he looks over at you, he has the softest smile imaginable. you really can't help it, leaning over to give him a peck on the lips, humming at the fact that he tastes like strawberries- the remnants of ice cream emma couldn’t finish on his tongue. 

[jpitha]

This is one of my old favorites. I cleaned and edited it for reposting.

Downtime on the K’laxi Starbase, two humans wheel their exercise bikes out into the common area and start a ride. Their bikes have large front wheels that hum and whirr as they pedal and they both get into the rhythm of motion, enjoying the feeling of their muscles being used.

After a few moments some K'laxi stop and watch them as they work out. Kelly and Evan don't seem to notice.

After half an hour or so of pedaling Evan finally spoke “You know what I’m sick of?”

Kelly looked up from her bike. “The whole Deathworlder thing?”

“Yes! I don’t think it’s fair that everyone says Earth is a Deathworld. It implies that we’re some kind of strange being. It’s othering!” Evan was gesturing with his water bottle as he spoke.

Kelly leaned up off the handlebars, but kept pedaling. She started counting things on her fingers. “There’s plenty of other places that have storms, plenty of other races that are strong, plenty of other places like Earth”

“Exactly! It’s trying to make us out to be a stereotype and then they don’t have to learn about us as individuals.” As he got more and more animated, drops of water from Evan's water bottle started flying around. Kelly blinked when drops hit her face.

As they talked, the crowd grew. Deep in concentration on their ride, they didn't notice the attention that they have garnered.

Evan and Kelly pedaled in silence for a while longer until Pen'mun couldn't stand it any longer. He looked up from his pad. “You realize you’re having this conversation, on a K’laxi Starbase while pedaling your excise bicycles at -" He looked at a readout on the bike "-180 watts for at least one standard hour now?”

Even looked surprised. “We’re doing a century!”

"That's when you ride continuously for 160km or so." Kelly sounded matter of fact as she reached down and took a sip from her own water bottle.

Pen'mun's pad clattered to the floor. His ears flicked down in surprised frustration. “You’re not even breathing heavy!”

Kelly nodded. “He’s right Evan. Time to step it up.”

As Evan pedaled harder, he looked up and finally noticed the crowd that had gathered. Without saying anything he poked Kelly with a finger and she looked up and did a double take. There were maybe 10 or 12 people watching the two humans pedal without going anywhere. Some in the back were having quiet wagers about how long they could go on.

"What are you all doing here?" Kelly sounded suspicious as she asked.

"Um.. just watching you ride your bikes?" A young K'laxi in the front offered and took a nervous step back.

"I can see that, but why?"

"You're riding so much and you aren't even tired!" Another in the back added.

An older K'laxi on the side of the crowd joined in. "Yeah! How long can you go? I've got 30 credits with Rem'itan that says you can't go the full 160 without stopping."

Pen'mum frowned and looked like he was having a conversation with his translator. “Translator says a century is 100, but you’re doing 160km?”

Evan sighed. “160km is 100 miles. That’s the century”

"What's a mile?" A K'laxi child from the crowd interrupted.

"Old measurement. We don't use it anymore." Kelly finally started to sound like she was having difficultly speaking while she was exerting herself.

Pen found it in himself to actually be amazed in addition to being frustrated. "You're pedaling the equivalent of one hundred sixty kilometers In one session?”

“Yeah” Kelly said between breaths “doesn’t count if you stop between.”

Evan used his nearly empty water bottle to point at Pen'mum. "You're making it sound weird Pen, it's not weird."

At that, a few more K’laxi walked up to watch. People started cheering them on, and that seemed to spur Kelly and Even to go even faster.

Pen'mum opened his mouth and shut it again. His ears fluttered in frustration and his tail poofed out in irritation. He picked up his pad from the ground and went back to his book. eyes back to his book. “Deathworlders” he muttered.

[coffeeandsadbooks]

Wilhelm’s struggle with his sexuality doesn’t fit either into Queer Awakening, or Unabashedly Queer Wille narrative. His path to fully accepting his own queerness is very different from everything I have seen in the media. The inner fight Wilhelm is having throughout S1 and S2 is shown in a very subtle way. Maybe that is why we, viewers accustomed to straightforward, in-your-face and often offensively stupid queer stories, can’t see this struggle for what it is.

Every clue we were given in S1 leads us to one conclusion: up until the video Wille wasn’t out to anyone.

Let’s recap:

1. Felice is excited about Wille going to Hillerska because it means she has a shot with him. No one tells her to cool down because no one has a reason to suspect the prince to be anything but straight. We are talking about people who know each other pretty well: nobles and riches have been going to the same schools, same clubs, same resorts for generations. As F. Scott Fitzgerald (or Zelda Fitzgerald, who knows) put it: ‘…then drifted here and there unrestfully wherever people played polo and were rich together.’ And yet, there isn’t even a whisper about Wille maybe, possibly being interested in boys.

2. Wille wasn’t out to the closest person in his family – Erik. The conversation they had on parents’ day hints that. @mirabel-on-a-bicycle explained it perfectly: ‘Even during that phone call, he was sitting in a pretty relaxed position, up until he said that he wanted to stay at school. And when he did admit to liking someone, the camera made the extra effort of floating down from his face to show his hand clutching at his knees. Like yea, it was adorable, the way he got so puffy and defensive about having a crush, but under all this, they were nervous mannerisms as well!’

A long time ago I saw a post about Erik using genderless words in the conversation about Wille’s ‘crush’ and it is the only detail that allows speculations about Erik suspecting.

3. Wille wasn’t out to his parents. For Kristina to say ‘Now it’s you and your future children who will succeed me’ after Erik’s funeral, she must have been pretty sure that her younger son was straight. Otherwise, it would be inconsiderate if not cruel of her, especially at that moment. The fact that she and Wille don’t discuss his sexuality after the video is completely understandable: the queen has a crisis on her hands and it needs to be dealt with. Priorities.

Besides, there is nothing to discuss. It’s Sweden-2021: equal rights for LGBTIQA+ people are supported by 98% of citizens, Church of Sweden gives matrimony to same-sex couples since 2009. In S2 when Kristina says ‘Oh, please. Your father and I love you just the way you are, Wilhelm’, and she is slightly annoyed because of the fact she even has to say such an obvious thing out loud.

Ludvig is basically a piece of furniture, I have no idea what he is doing in the show. He and Wille barely talk so it’s safe to assume he was the last one to learn about his younger son’s sexuality.

4. August’s reaction when he is shooting the video says it all: in the beginning, he is smiling because he thinks it will be a fun prank. But the moment he realizes it is not a girl in Wille’s bed, we see August being genuinely shocked. Despite being close to the royal family and being friends with Erik, he had no idea about Wille’s queerness.

5. Finally, Hillerska students are surprised to find out about the nature of Wille and Simon’s relationship. Stella and Fredrika bring up the topic of surrogacy and we see them being scandalized/entertained by the prospect. The thought about the next heir to the throne born in a same-sex marriage had never crossed their minds because there was no reason for that.

So we can be sure that no one knew Wille was queer.

Why wasn’t he out?

He is only sixteen; it wouldn’t be unusual to figure out his sexuality at this age. Considering that no one knew Wille was queer, it is safe to assume Simon was the first boy Wille ever pursued. Otherwise, rumours would have gotten out.

Wille consistently freaks out about being with Simon. We see him struggling with crossing certain lines: at the end of E1S1 he is scared when he realizes he is attracted to Simon, in E2S1 he can’t immediately kiss Simon back, then he regrets doing it and tries to convince Simon it was a mistake.

It is really difficult to tell what exactly is the reason for Wille being so reluctant at different points. But as Edvin put it: ‘His problem is not being in love with a boy, his problem is being a prince.’

If we follow this logic, we will understand that Wille is scared of being out publicly. He is in a very unique position. To him, coming out doesn’t just mean a conversation with parents and another – with friends. He is a crown prince, and he is expected to produce an heir. He doesn’t want to discuss his sexuality with the whole world though at some level he understands it is inevitable. He acts consistently as if coming out is the last thing he wants to do. When Kristina suggests he lie about the video, Wille reluctantly agrees. Reluctantly, because he knows lying will mean leaving Simon alone to deal with the consequences. But the alternative – confessing that it was him and that he is, in fact, queer – is unbearable to him at that moment. Wille says it himself when he attempts to apologize to Simon: ‘If I came out, all hell would break loose! How can you even ask me to do that?’

He needs time to accept the idea of coming out to the whole world. We can’t really blame a sixteen-year-old for not wanting to go through this process. Queer people know that opening up can be painful. Not every person in your life will be kind and understanding. Coming out to billions of people is really, really scary. So even when Wilhelm makes his peace with the idea itself, he still struggles with the perspective of actually doing it. He accepts Kristina’s suggestion to come out in two years not because he is afraid of his mother. We have seen Wille being extremely difficult when his demands aren’t met. He accepts her suggestion because it feels right – ‘I will come out, but later.’ Even when he realizes that ‘later’ won’t get him Simon back, he doesn’t go Instagram Live to say: ‘Hi, Sweden, it’s your crown prince. It was me in the video. I am into boys. Have a nice day.’ It takes him more time than that to gather his courage.

Fully accepting one’s own sexuality can be a long process. A person can skip the whole panic stage, but still struggle with the idea of being open to family, friends, colleagues. YR does a superb job of showing this process and it is another thing for which I adore the show.

[lizcameron]

Part of His World | Part One

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summary: Y/n was just trying to get out of town, running from her family and her past. When her dirt bike breaks down in Kildare, JJ Maybank swoops in to help her. Forced to stick around for a while, Y/n begins to fall in love with JJ and his tight-knit family of outcasts. The longer she stays, the harder it becomes to leave OBX as she knows she must.

Word Count: 1154

Warning(s): just some insinuation of family issues, maybe violence

‘“Shit,” you muttered as you hit the brakes of the dirt bike and rolled to a stop.

You got off to inspect, lowering the kickstand. As you poked around the guts of the bike, you wished you had taken your bicycle instead. Seeing no smoke or leaking fluids, you were at a loss. Rising to stand with your hands on your hips, you wondered why you ever thought you would get very far. You inhaled a deep, steadying breath as you fought back the tears that threatened to spill.

“Shit, shit, shit!” you shouted as you kicked the rear tire of the dirt bike. Just as you reared your leg back for another swing, an old pickup truck rolled up and stopped on the opposite side of the road.

“Great, a dirty old perv coming to the rescue,” you mumbled as you steeled yourself, ready to tell the guy to shove off. Just as you raised your hand to wave him off, a young, blonde boy probably around 20 or 21 hopped out of the truck with his own hands up. You quickly dropped your arm to your side, fiddling with the hem of your shorts nervously.

“Woah, woah, woah,” the blonde called, holding up both hands as if to come in peace. “That’s a sick vintage you’re abusing. Ya’ need some help?”

“Um yeah, actually. It died a block back,” you said, scratching the back of your head in embarrassment.

The boy strode over, squatting down to examine the bike. Without a word, he began poking at it. You stood awkwardly, allowing the stranger to take a look. After a few silent moments, he spoke up. “You’ve got a hole in your crankcase - no oil in it. What year is this?”

“Dunno,” you replied. “It’s my brother’s.”

“Your brother let you take his bike out like this?” the boy scoffed.

“Was my brother’s,” you correct yourself. “He doesn’t have much use for it these days.”

The boy looks at the bike incredulously. “What a shame. I’d kill to ride this thing. Even in this condition, it’s sexier than my bike could ever be.”

You blushed a little. You had noticed the stranger’s good looks as soon as he exited his truck despite being confronted on the roadside. You laughed half-heartedly, not knowing what to say in response.

“I might have something back at the house to patch up that leak. You’ll need some new parts if you plan on taking this gal anywhere, though,” the boy offered.

You took a guarded step back. As much as you really needed to get out of town and help to do so, you weren’t so naive.

“No offense, but I don’t know you,” you stated, perhaps a bit too harshly.

The boy extended a hand, blurting out, “JJ.” When you didn’t take his hand, he added, “Maybank. JJ Maybank, friendly neighborhood dirt bike mechanic,” he said with a prize winning grin.

You shook his hand reluctantly. He seemed innocent enough. After a beat, JJ asked, “Now that we’re acquainted, y’ wanna help me lift this thing into the truck?”

You shrugged mentally, figuring you weren’t getting out of this predicament on your own. You toed the kickstand up and began wheeling the bike toward the truck, muttering, “Thanks.”

JJ jogged over to the truck to lower the tailgate, and the two of you lifted the bike into the bed. The bulge of his arm muscles did not go unnoticed by you.

About a mile down the road, JJ broke the silence in the truck. “You never told me your name, ya’ know.”

“Uh, Y/N,” you stated.

“Well, Y/N, why haven’t I seen you around here before?”

After a pause, you lied, “Uh, homeschooled. I don’t get out much.” You didn’t want to mention the fact that you were just passing through on your way to the mainland.

The rest of the ride to JJ’s house was quiet. He didn’t prod, picking up on how guarded you were. The trip was less than 10 minutes, all of which you stared out the window in contemplation of your next steps. You hadn’t given much thought to what you would do once you left. As soon as your dad’s truck turned off of your street that morning, you’d dragged your brother’s dirt bike out of the shed and taken the little bit of cash you knew he kept stashed in the mantle lockbox. Fifty miles later and you were broken down on the roadside.

A small, white house came into view as the truck slowed. JJ hopped out of the truck and you followed to help him get the bike down. You sat on a stool quietly as JJ cleaned and patched the damaged part. You watched as he seemed completely engrossed in his work, his bottom lip caught between his teeth in concentration. He glanced up at you, smiling when he noticed your stare.

“Can you hand me that rag there?” he asked, pointing to the workbench behind you. You blinked and held it out, JJ’s greasy hand brushing yours as he reached for it. You recoiled at the spark you felt run up your arm.

JJ’s words didn’t give you much time to think about it. “It’ll take several hours for the patch to set before you can add any oil. I’ve got plans with my friends. You should join,” he proposed.

You didn’t have anywhere else to go, and this boy was nice enough. What could it hurt? “Sure, I just want to be able to hit the road before dark,” you said.

JJ grinned that prize winning grin again.

After JJ went inside to wash up, the two of you were on your way to what JJ referred to as “the chateau.” You weren’t too upset about this wrench in your plans. It was better you broke down in Kildare where someone who could help happened upon you than somewhere where you’d be stranded and vulnerable. You could use the next few hours to formulate the rest of your plan, or maybe you’d let go and try to enjoy the distraction of others near your age.

When you pulled up to what must be the chateau, JJ killed the engine and turned to you before getting out. “You don’t have to tell me the whole truth. I just want to know that you’re not in any danger… or that you’re not an ax murderer,” he said, trying to keep it somewhat light.

You gazed at his face for a moment. It was so genuine. You pushed down the pang of sadness that crept into the back of your mind. No one had shown you an ounce of kindness or concern since your brother had left eight months ago.

“I’ll be okay,” you said with a small smile.

JJ nodded, and you both got out of the truck and walked up to the chateau.

Thanks for reading my first-ever fic. I hope you liked it and follow for more!

More JJ coming soon. Maybe even a bit of Rafe.

[kiddressources]

commande d'avatars

Heyo there 🫶 Si jamais quelqu'un.e se sent d'humeur généreuse, et possiblement inspiré.e par Joe Alwyn, je vous pose ci-dessous une petite galerie et un moodboard pour un de mes personnages hehe. Sous le "keep reading", vous aurez aussi une petite liste de facts sur lui pour mieux saisir l'ambiance au besoin!

galerie - moodboard

Merci d'avance à celleux qui auront envie de tenter 🥰✨

Craving commitment from others so bad, but absolutely unable to commit himself, fearing he would end up hurt and suffering anyway (his abandonment issues are so bad that he doesn’t let people in, even less in his love life) — Talks a lot to himself, constantly — Used to be the weird kid at school, is now the weird colleague at work — Lives in his now deceased uncle’s barge and, for the sake of humor, has a phrenology skull named like him, proudly wearing his hat and with a cigarette stuck in his mouth — Pretends he doesn’t drink, then gets drunk — Pretends he doesn’t smoke, then wakes up in the morning coughing like hell because of cigarettes or vapes — Pretends he’s fully straight, then, well — Has a big bunch of weird books, such a “cemetery symbolism, explained and developed” in three different volumes. Yes, he read them all. — His barge looks like a cabinet of curiosities, between his stuff and his uncle’s — Collects traumas like Pokemons — Says he wanna support living arts, then illegally downloads all of the National Theatre’s professionally recorded plays because he can’t afford paying for them with just his salary — Uses wiki how, first degree, way too often — Will insult you with the scientific name just so you have to Google your own humiliation (“you absolute condyloma”)  — Wrote conspiracy theories about Kate Middleton’s disappearance, just for fun, out of boredom. Doesn't regret anything. — Doomswiping instead of doomscrolling : has 257 matchs between Tinder, Hinge and Grindr, never talks to anyone — Dinosaurs > people (he has a dinosaur’s skeleton tattoo on his left bicep) — Don’t you dare calling him georgie — Doesn’t know how to drive a car, bicycles instead — Has a group of friends strangely looking like the “Losers Club” in “It” — Plays pokemon since ‘99 — Could spend hours on Minecraft, or Reddit.

[acceleracers-baby]

Acceleracers HC’s! Game Night! Teku Edition!

Teku

(Nolo Pasaro, Vert Wheeler, Shirako Takamoto, Kurt Wylde & Karma Eiss)

+Bonus Round

(Brian Kadeem & Banjee Castillo)

Teku

Nolo Pasaro - Growing up, Nolo had a pack of Bicycle brand playing cards and a dream. Now, he can run a whole game night with nothing but that same pack of cards. In fact, he does it regularly. Poker, Rummy, War, you name it. He knows the rules like the back of his hand. His all time favorite however, is Spoons. No matter who’s playing, it always gets absurdly intense. He loves watching everyone scramble to snatch a spoon when a suit of four is thrown down. The Teku are definitely intense, but it only gets worse when the rivalry between them and the Metal Maniac turns friendly, and they start getting invited to join. On the other hand, watching Mark practically throw himself over the table in an effort to snatch a spoon before his brother could grab one has got to be one of the funniest things he’s ever witnessed.

Very Wheeler - Skate 3 connoisseur. Vert fucking LOVES Pictionary. Like I don’t know to explain to y’all how hard this dude laughs watching people’s interpretations of what the original prompt was devolve into sometimes completely unrelated or ridiculous. Vert has even taken to throwing in some of his own prompts just to mix the game up a bit. For example- “Worlds Greatest Driver” was a prompt that Kurt got to start with. Obviously, he drew a stick figure version of himself. Mark was right after him, so seeing the shitty stick version of his brother, he just wrote down “bastard.” It devolved further from there. Another fun one was when Banjee got the prompt “Fast & Furious” and forgot that the movies existed, so he just drew Taro under the pretense that he fit description.

Shirako Takamoto - Shirako is a master at Mario Party. It’s gotten to the point where it’s basically everyone vs. Shirako whenever they play. He’s just too good at all the mini games. They will actively try and sabotage him and it doesn’t even matter, he’ll still end the game with the most stars collected. He has the strats!!! On top of that, he’s also unusually good at Scrabble for some reason. People assume it has something to do with all the music he listens to, but really he just plays it online all the time, so when game night rolls around he just destroys everyone. Vert lost his mind when Shirako played the word “quixotic” once. He was convinced Shirako was just making up words for high scores, but lo and behold, they looked it up and it’s a legal word to play!

Kurt Wylde - King of pit maneuvering people off the track ironically enjoys the game Sorry. The joy he feels booting someone back to the start is only matched by the excitement he feels during a race. He literally is such a rude bastard (lovingly). He is 100% the type of player to always boot the same person back to start just to mess with them. In his mind, less competition means a better chance at winning. Uno is a very close second. He will legit sit on those +2 & +4 cards and just wait to ruin someone’s day. “Oh you’re about to call uno? Go ahead and pick up the whole deck.” Like Vert, he also takes some liberties with those ‘make your own rule’ cards. They’re always so targeted too. Stuff like ‘let Monkey drive your car or pick up 25 cards’ and ‘get Taro to talk for more than 5 minutes or swap a hands with who’s losing.”

Karma Eiss - Battleship baby!! She is the queen of strategy games especially when it comes to stuff that involves reading people. Like, by the time someone hits one of her ships, she’s usually got half their fleet wiped out. People have tells. The closer she is to whoever she’s playing with, the faster the game goes. Particularly with people who wear their hearts on their sleeves. Vert and Nolo are the easiest to beat by far. Vert always tries to laugh or talk about something else when Karma hits close to one of his ships and Nolo over compensates. Kurt’s a little harder to beat because he’s got a pretty good poker face, but Shirako is definitely the hardest. Due to him constantly just vibing, he’s nearly impossible to read.

Bonus Round

Brian Kadeem - Kadeem’s a big Jenga guy. It’s so simple, yet so fun. His favorite part is when the tower is getting ridiculous tall and precarious so anytime anyone reachers for a block everyone goes silent and tense, watching to see if they’ll be next person to knock it down. It helps that Kadeem has impressively steady hands too. Like, this dude could have been a doctor if he really wanted to. Twister comes in at a close second. I feel like Kadeem is pretty flexible so the game is more entertaining than it is challenging. He loves being the one to spin the wheel because it gives him time to cackle at his friends getting all twisted up. Seriously, halfway through the game when everyone’s practically stacked on top of each other, Kadeem is usually laughing so hard that he’s on the ground with them.

Banjee Castillo - Banjee is the literal king of Mario Cart. He loves it so much he will unironically put on the Coconut Mall theme song sometimes while he’s driving. He swears it makes him go faster. It definitely doesn’t, but don’t tell him that. Banjee always knows the best cart combos and where all the best short cuts are. He usually finishes WAY ahead of all the other drivers, which always leads to some light hearted banter about how he should be as good as he is in the game on the actual track. Sometimes, he will purposely hang back or false start so that way he can use items to mess with the other players. Red shells are the best but after hours of gameplay, Banjee has gotten deadly accurate with the green shells too. Nobody is safe.

——— Thanks for Reading! ———

[dig-jules]

just… bones initially pursuing medicine as a career and nothing more but (after the death of his father at his own hands) it becoming the reason he sacrifices a future with his daughter and a life in his hometown in favor of operating within the void of space that scares him to death. all to attempt to alleviate the guilt of pulling the plug all those years earlier.

bones physically sacrificing himself multiple times in favor of the lives of others not necessarily for the purpose of “good” but for the fact that he always, always knew he was a utility worth only what he could give away of himself (and he would and did give all of it, everything he had and more).

bones just trying to heal others while he’s constantly confronted by situations where bloodshed waits at every turn. Trying to give advice based on his own morals when every time it’s ridiculed as illogical or impractical or simply too emotional. And maybe they’re right. because maybe he is asking too much of the mercy of a reality that leaves an endless stream of bodies on his operating table

bones and “I will not peddle flesh”

bones and the abandoned child’s bicycle

bones testing the vaccine on himself

bones staying behind to save mirror Spock because there must be some good

Bones and his hatred for all that is perfectly, calculatedly cold

bones breaking the chain of command just to volunteer himself for torture in place of Kirk and spock

bones newly diagnosed with a terminal disease willing spend the last months he has left with a stranger, just because she promised to love him no matter his fleeting days

bones carrying spock’s katra and losing his sanity only to be met with a shallow, unseeing gaze that doesn’t even remember who he is

bones and the second time he’s asked his friends to leave him behind in the cold because he doesn’t have the strength to go on- as though he doesn’t know for certain that they won’t leave him to die

Bones and “I tried to save him, I was desperate to save him”, confronting murder charges for his own inability to resuscitate a dead man

Bones and his second appearance as a major character being spent asking God for forgiveness- not being able to justify killing the monster that’s taken the image of someone he loved even though it is killing someone closest to him

Bones and Sybok telling him “your pain is the deepest”

Bones and “don’t do this to me” because he can’t confront the death of his father again, even with the promise of healing should he rekindle the memory one last time

Bones and screaming into a void of bureaucrats and soldiers the warnings of the pain he has witnessed and could not fix- and all that will surely follow after he’s the one in the body bag- but it will all stay the same. The proxy wars and neutral zones, the famines, the plagues. It will all continue, birth and death and death and death, with or without him. All he can do is pound on the already bled-out chest of the man universal peace hinges on, think of the plug he once pulled.

Bones and “she’ll always bring you home” unless you’re his two closest friends, then she doesn’t.

Because he deals with fate in the currency of flatlines.

[girlwithamissingpearl]

FFS-Can’t we just give SH a break and enjoy the View?

I’ve seen more PSA’s about drinking and driving in the past week than in my entire time in this fandom. Unfortunately I think I do have to declare that drinking and driving should never happen. There is no excuse to drive your car, motorcycle, or bicycle after even one drink. If you can afford a cocktail you can afford a cab. That said for some reason SH has been charged, tried and convicted of somehow encouraging drinking his whiskey while riding a motorcycle. It has even been implied that he has already done so and any charges, accidents or god forbid deaths can somehow be attributed to his posing with a whiskey bottle while sitting on his new motorcycle behind a rope at a bike show. He didn’t start the bike, he didn’t open the bottle and pour it into a glass and take a sip. Don’t get it twisted-any and all discussion and awareness of this selfish, careless and totally preventable cause of injury or death is always a good thing. And yes the posting of any and all statistics associated with this crime are eye opening and horrifying. But please let us not conflate this crime with a celebrity advertising his SS whiskey while sitting in his SS new bike. Personally I think it may have been a very preventable self inflicted error. But he in no way is condoning or encouraging people to drink snd drive. That people are using this episode as yet another way of shitting all over SH is predictable, especially in this fandom. Any post that brings attention to the horror of those that still drink and drive is a good thing. It can never be posted enough. But to associate SH and drinking and driving is unfair and in some of the posts a cheap shot at a person they already dislike. Again the posting and discussion of drinking and driving anywhere anytime should be encouraged. But I also think for some it is less about the issue snd more about the man. To my knowledge he has never been charged or used his social media to encourage any of this. The fact is that he owns a company that sells alcohol. But how does that have anything to do with the price, quality and taste of the product?How do the fans, grannies and older women who support the actor and buy and support his products become associated with this issue. And again for those who dislike SH and use this as a way to complain about his acting, pushing of products and private life- really? They are separate issues and tying a man’s acting ability with this is no cause for all the thumbs up, bullseye and some kind of righteous indignation posted. You only dilute the message. But for some I guess it doesn’t really matter.

[potsherdss]

*     ‘      ˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 !

General

Name: Dr. Evander Lysandros Sidaris Age: 30s Gender: Male Species: Human Nationality: Greek Occupation: Archaeologist, Egyptologist (he has two Ph.D.s, what a nerd)

Hobbies & Interests

Collecting and cataloging antiques (he has quite the impressive teapot, stamp and book collection!).

Cooking, baking.

Tea.

Writing, reading.

Gardening, botany.

Antique teapots. His teapots are sacred. Don’t touch them.

Personality traits

Sweet, caring, gentle.

Lighthearted, often seeing the positive side of things.

Pacifist; dislikes (and often avoids) conflict… which isn't always a good thing.

Polite and friendly.

Thoughtful.

Intelligent and curious, with a deep love of learning.

Creative and imaginative, with a passion for storytelling.

Sensitive and empathetic.

Comfortable with solitude; in fact, he often prefers it.

A bit of an oddball.

Tends to get overly passionate about certain topics.

Has a habit of getting lost in his thoughts and daydreams (don’t mind him staring off into the distance…).

Tends to skip small-talk (goodness, he really struggles with small-talk and can be a little... awkward) and launch into monologues about topics he's passionate about… even if he’s just met you 5 minutes ago. He is a chronic info-dumper and oversharer.

Afraid of public speaking. Whenever he has to give a lecture or presentation, he is a blushing, stammering mess and tries to hide behind his notes.

Doesn’t drink alcohol and if he does, oh boy. 

Goes into hyperfocus when immersed in his interests or research.

He cannot STAND perfume. It gives him a headache and makes him nauseous (hello, sensory sensitivity). Natural scents are fine.

Trivia

Vegetarian.

Has a faint Greek accent. 

Very intelligent. Also very awkward.

Doesn’t have a car or a driver’s license – but he has a green old vintage bicycle!

Afraid of heights. Avoids tall buildings and bridges.

Is a bit superstitious and equally fascinated and terrified of the paranormal. He has seen some eerie things that made him question his own sanity.

Has a knack for finding hidden meanings and symbolism in the artifacts he discovers.

Has a soft spot for animals and has volunteered at animal shelters in the past.

Has a talent for languages and can speak several fluently, including Latin, Ancient Greek, and Sanskrit. He enjoys studying the etymology of words and their cultural significance.

Always Carries a Notebook.

Paces when thinking.

His antiques and books are organized in a specific way, and if you take a book you gotta put it back IN THE EXACT SAME SPOT OK!!?

Usually wears eccentric tweed suits. Colorful (bow)ties and socks are a MUST.

Needs reading glasses, but constantly misplaces them.

Physical appearance

Blonde, long curly hair, kinda messy, often tied back in a ponytail or bun.

Sun-kissed skin, faint freckles.

Bright blue eyes.

1.81m.

He has a few minor scars on his arms and hands from his field work.

Lean “dad bod”.

Style: Classic, sophisticated, “professor core”; comfortable, knitted pullovers and cardigans, tweed suits; earthy colors but always with a pop of color.

Background

Evander grew up in a small Greek town where he developed a love for history and archaeology at a young age. His parents (his mother being a history teacher, his father a librarian) were both supportive of his interests and encouraged him to pursue his passion.

He began his career as an archaeologist working on local sites and eventually landed a job as a field archaeologist.

He has worked on various archaeological sites around the world, including in Mexico, Peru, Guatemala, and finally Egypt. Some of his notable works include working at the ancient Mayan city of Tikal in Guatemala. After earning his first Ph.D. in archaeology, he worked in Egypt and spent several years working on various excavation sites throughout the country, including the famous Valley of the Kings, before eventually getting his second Ph.D. and securing a position as a lead archaeologist and Egyptologist.

After many years of working as a field archaeologist, Evander began to feel burnt out from the constant travel and after a… particularly dangerous adventure, he decided to settle down and start a new chapter in his life. He currently works at the local museum where he spends his time researching and cataloging ancient artifacts.

Apartment

Evander's apartment is small but cozy. His  bookshelves are filled with antique tomes, archaeological texts, antiques, books, one shelf is designated to his extensive teapot collection. 

He has a green thumb and enjoys tending to a variety of potted plants, which are scattered throughout the apartment and even spill out onto his small balcony. There are herbs growing in the kitchen, small succulents on the windowsills, and even a few hanging baskets suspended from the ceiling.

His desk is always quite chaotic and a little cluttered with books, journals, and scrolls.

A few small trinkets and artifacts are scattered about the desk as well.

Evander's cat Cleo usually lounges on his floral couch in his living room. 

[ethereal-engene]

May the wind blow away your stress

pairing: bf!seungkwan x gn!reader (established relationship)

genre: college!au + non-idol!au, fluff, some angst, and slice-of-life // warnings: mentions of dealing with stress and self-deprecating thoughts (not too in depth)

summary: Seungkwan takes you on a night bike ride as a way to help you relieve some stress and relax.

word count: ~1.4k

note: Seungkwan once said “If you're feeling frustrated, riding a bicycle during night time at Han River will make you happy.” (Credits @/SVT_FancafeJP on twt for the translation on this post). I tried to keep it general other than mentioning a lab & lecture class.

It’s been several hours since Seungkwan has seen you focus and look at something else other than your lab report or post-lab papers. In fact, even when he went to pick you up from your class, you were looking at them.

It was around 6:00 PM when you had finished the class and it was now past midnight. Normally he would have fallen asleep waiting for you to get into bed with him, but something told him that finishing up these two assignments would be on your mind until you were done. It doesn’t take him too long to pick up on your small habits that you only come out when you’re stressed.

For example, he could hear you murmuring about how dumb you were to yourself. A frown was starting to form because Seungkwan knew that you were smart and on top that you tried your best at understanding it. Not giving up on most things which led you to celebrating the small yet big wins after conquering a hard concept.

He didn’t want to say anything but was afraid that you’d end up crying out of frustration… or get even more stressed and annoyed.

Seungkwan did his best to help you but sometimes it was a little scary because you would be annoyed at not getting the concept down. And like most things, it impacted your mood and how you treated others/things around you.

You hated it. They don’t deserve it so the next best thing is angrily cleaning up. It allows yourself to focus on something else for once, still be productive, and displace the anger somewhere else. So instead of placing it onto someone, it goes towards an inanimate object.

Another random habit of yours while you were stressed was staring out into space. Getting lost in your own world because the reality was too much. And if you weren’t spacing out, you would just lay your head down. Thinking to yourself how in the world you’re going to get through this.

Not too long after, you’d take another long hard look at the notes and then back at the paper. As if looking at it again and again would magically click in your head. To no avail, you decide to distract yourself.

Opening your phone, seeing what time it is makes you woozy. Thinking to yourself just how long have I been trying to do this?? Before you do get to do anything else, you hear Seungkwan getting up from the bed.

With your ears picking up on the sound, you internally facepalm. How did you nearly forget that your boyfriend was here with you? He was so quiet and didn’t want to disturb you but at what cost?

Seungkwan isn’t extremely clingy, but it’s been a long day for him as well. It doesn’t help that seeing you all frustrated has made him worry about you. He was looking forward to hearing about your class and your day.

But it’s Seungkwan, and he doesn’t want to add more stress to your plate. So he does next best thing he can do to help you alleviate stress - a bike ride to the Han River.

He takes a look at you and offers you his hand. Unsure of what or where y’all are going, you take his hand anyway. Seungkwan leads you to the garage and whips out the bikes. You shot a wary look at him because it’s literally night time.

He must have noticed and reassures your worries with “It’s fine, babe! Besides do I look like someone who would bring you to a dangerous place?”, only for him to add onto it seconds later.

“Actually don’t answer that but you trust me, right?” To which you nod in response. Seungkwan locks up the apartment and he tells you to “Follow me! And shout my name if you need help or want to take a break.”

All of the while he hops on his bike and starts to pedal away. Following behind him, you take in the views of the city as you’re biking. Nothing is particularly on your mind other than making sure to not lose sight of Seungkwan. It’s kind of fun? The wind tonight is a light breeze. Luckily it’s not blowing too hard or else more force would have to be exerted to bike.

The quietness of the night makes you wonder what it sounds like during the day. Imagining all of the crazy conversations and what people are doing. You’ve lived here with Seungkwan for at least a year now but being occupied with many things, you haven’t been able to explore it all.

You take a mental note to do that one day. But for now, let’s continue the bike ride. When the skyline and lights from the Han River start to appear, it answers your question of where he was taking you.

After reaching a nice spot together, you two catch your breath. Stretching out your legs and arms after a long bike ride. Your eyes start to absorb the scenery. Your ears hearing the water in the river running. Your hands search for his hand until it’s interlocked. But most importantly, your head is at ease.

Seungkwan looks at you like you’re his whole world. It looks like his plan worked! He decides to place his head on your shoulder.

“Y/n, you know I love you a lot right?” He softly starts to speak. It’s so comforting and you reply “I do and I love you a lot too.”

“Seeing you get upset over not understand your assignment made me feel helpless. And I hate when you talk down to yourself. So please stop doing it. You hate it when I do it to myself, so it’s only fair that I call you out on it too.” A huff comes out and you try to defend yourself,

“Listen, I know but-“. One of his fingers find its way to your lips to stop you from continuing.

“You have worked hard and will continue to work hard to be successful in your classes. Because that is the type of person you are. I’ll always be proud of you, but you get so in the zone that you forget to stop. And guess what that leads to? Burnout.”

“Do you really want to go through that again?” He asks and you fall silent. Obviously, you didn’t. “No, of course not. I know, I know.” A sigh escapes from you. 

“I just feel like the biggest idiot right now. First off, for ignoring you and then not comprehending this lab report. The worst part is that I have all the papers I need to figure out the calculations, but the final numbers don’t seem correct.” He can feel the weariness in your voice. One of Seungkwan’s arms make way to your rubbing your back. A kiss to your cheek accompanies the back rubs before you proceed. 

“I’m sorry for ignoring you. You deserve my attention. I’m sure that you had a long day too and would love to talk about it. Don’t hold back, you know I love when you ramble about your day, my boo.” You return the kiss back but this time on a kiss on his lips. Seungkwan’s face lights up. 

“Before I get into it, I accept your apology and don’t worry. I know things get hard but you can lean on me. That’s what I’m here for and how about this? When we get home, we’ll get ready for bed and you can look at your assignment tomorrow.” There was no way Seungkwan was going to let you work after this bike ride. 

“Fine.” As much as you hate to get it out of the way, he’s right.  

“Good! Now let me tell you about Dino and what he did because my god. It has to be one of his top funniest moments of this year.” He continues for about a good 15 minutes. Telling the story makes him laughs so hard as he’s recounting what happened. You have to fan him and tell him to deep breaths while talking. 

After hearing it, it makes you laugh just as hard. When they said it’s never a dull moment between SEVENTEEN (for the purpose of this fic, SVT is the name of their friend-group), they didn’t lie. He spent more time talking about his day. It was really nice. 

You two decided to sit in silence for a few minutes when he was done talking. And it was time for y’all to bike home. You felt a lot better after sharing your troubles with him. The wind on the way and back must have blew away the stress away. What a wonderful rest of the night that was.

oh boy! this fic is long overdue ish. I had planned to finish this as a commemoration/celebration for me finishing my chem summer classes, especially since this was based off my experience with one of the classes. I literally was working on the assignment for many hours (for no good reason b/c I don’t even think my teacher was checking too much 😭) and I was stressed out. 

I did pass the class btw! ahaha but I hope you enjoyed this and thank you for reading! This is also my first time ish writing a lot of dialogue and it’s not my best but it’s a work in progress.

Please reblog this or send in an ask if you enjoyed reading it. Feedback is always lovely to get and Seungkwan deserves more fics to be written about him <3 I hope I did his character (?) justice 

Signing off with love,

- ash

[pilots-and-protons]

I know folks talk a lot of shit about Tom never telling B'Elanna he loves her (and rightfully so - hey writers what the hell?). But I’m also fully committed to the idea that Tom simply prefers to show his love rather than say it.

Lots of Thoughts under the cut because where else am I supposed to ramble about my Tom Paris feelings except the tumblr void?

So first of all, it’s pretty easy to imagine Tom’s father wasn’t someone to regularly say that he loves his son, considering what we see of Tom's reaction to hearing his father saying that he's proud of him. There’s also the whole “crying is a sign of weakness” that Tom references from his father in Threshold (yes, Threshold), which doesn’t lend itself to the most touchy-feely household I’d imagine. Hell in the same episode, even Tom says that everyone expected “great things” from him, which certainly implies that not only was he constantly smothered in expectations, but those expectations (and therefore disappointments when he messed up), were explicitly linked to his actions, his achievements (or lack thereof). Not hard to imagine that Tom would star to equate actions to having a lot more meaning than words - and why he could often be pretty flippant with what he’d say, especially early on.

Secondly, there's also the fact that words tend to play into a lot of Tom's deflection and obfuscation of his feelings.

The first thing Tom does is save Harry from being swindled by Quark - but when he knows Harry’s heard the gory details about his past, he tells Harry to stay away from him for his own good. He's known for talking a lot, and often has many silly or witty retorts with no real substance other than they’re meant for a laugh (such as joking that they could set up a bicycle and pedal their way home). He uses indirect and sometimes teasing ways to tell B'Elanna he's interested, such as asking how she's doing with Freddy Bristow (before inviting her to go sailing - something action-based with a more direct intention), and joking that the Insurrection Alpha program should include a steamy romance between the chief conn officer and chief engineer. 

And just look at the dialogue from Blood Fever - B’Elanna’s the one to say “you can’t tell me you’re not interested in me” with Tom’s response being: “You’re right, I can’t”. Not a direct admission, not actually using his words to directly tell her that he cares about her - his actions do that, his refusal to give into her advances because he knows her judgment is impaired. The closest we get to Tom really admitting just what it is he feels about B’Elanna is after she’s been trying to convince him to give in, insisting she’s seen the way he looks at her and she knows exactly why he keeps inviting her to dinner and the holodeck. Tom even briefly buckles and gives into kissing her back, but eventually pushes B’Elanna away, saying "I hope someday you'll say that to me and mean it".

He doesn't say "I love you" in that moment, but between B'Elanna's monologue and Tom's comment, it's very obviously implied that he is in love with her - that it’s not just about sex, he really cares about her and what she thinks of him.

And Tom’s actions-over-words attitude isn’t just aimed at B’Elanna. Even when you look at early episodes, Tom talks a big talk like he’s some rogue loner - but after hanging out with Harry for all of five minutes, he then spends most of the pilot episode personally trying to make sure that Harry’s ok. His relationship with Chakotay is rocky at best, with insults thrown around from both sides, but he goes back to save Chakotay in the Ocampa tunnels anyways. In Time and Again, Tom takes a bullet to protect a kid and decks the guy who hit Janeway. Even alternate-reality Tom Paris in Non Sequitor argues with Harry and talks some real shit, but then shows up to help him anyways and literally gives his life to get Harry back where he belongs, with virtually no proof Harry is even telling the truth.

So to me, Tom’s actions are far more indicative of who he really is than his words. He lets his personal piece of home, his Chez Sandrine’s program be open for the whole crew to enjoy and then does the same with Fair Haven (both programs he made himself and likely took a lot of his personal free time). He spends two weeks eating food he usually complains about to give Kes a very thoughtful birthday gift in Twisted, even though he was fully aware that any feelings he’d started having for her would not be returned. He always invites Harry to join him in his numerous holoprograms, and in The Chute a lot of his time and energy is spent distracting and calming Harry down with discussions of food and home. He risks his life, and his relationships with the crew, by spending weeks under Janeway’s orders acting out undercover to try and find Seska’s mole. Even with no memory of his real life in Workforce, it’s Tom’s actions that speak loudest. Sure he flirts with his customers - but when he realizes B’Elanna is alone and vulnerable, he takes time out of his own schedule to find other couples with babies on the way because he knows she could use some friends. He also offers to walk her home and helps protect Seven and the others when they need to hide from the authorities.

So no, Tom doesn’t say “I love you” to B’Elanna - because those words wouldn’t hold enough real weight for him. He shows her he loves her by keeping her warm and alert in Displaced, rubbing her hands and blowing on her frozen fingers. He shows her he loves her by giving her space and giving her a way out of her oxygen deprived love confession after Day of Honor, with light jokes to mask the underlying message. He shows her he loves her by trying to get her to join in the Klingon martial arts program with him (to share in her heritage, to assure her he’s not afraid or disgusted by that side of her even if she hides from it). He reassures her that he loves her by physically bringing her into his grease monkey holoprogram when he realizes he’d been pushing her away. He shows that he loves her by doing everything in his power to stop her from changing their daughter’s DNA to remove the Klingon parts. And of course, when their “talking” gets confusing and passive aggressive and they’re not really getting anywhere in Drive, he shows B’Elanna he loves her by bringing the Delta Flyer to a dead stop (in the middle of a race he was ecstatic about) so they can have a real conversation. And then he proposes to her.

Actions, actions, actions.

Basically what I’m saying is, Tom’s love languages are acts of service and gift giving and quality time, and anyone who disagrees can meet me in the nearest Denny’s parking lot for fisticuffs. 

So uhhhh.... thanks for coming to my TedTalk I guess

[burnwater13]

Grogu agreed with Bo-Katan. Mandalorians are stronger… wait a minute. 

Knock, knock. Knock, knock. 

Hello. Grogu here. I just wanted to break the fourth wall for a minute and say, what the heck! I’ve told you stories about Bo-Katan a bunch of times and frankly, I don’t have anything else to tell you. I’m done. Finished. Out of insights. The best I can say right now, is you know as much about her as I do, unless I give you a bunch of spoilers and frankly, there are a lot of people who would be very peeved with me if I did that. So I won’t. 

Now, since it’s just the two of us chatting, I’m going to add a couple of other important bits and pieces of knowledge to your understanding of how things work. First and foremost, I am not called Baby Yoda. Sorry. Nope. Uh ah. The name is Grogu. Not kid, buddy, Mac, womp rat, or padawan. Grogu. It’s a simple name. If you had to say it in my language, well, it still sounds like Grogu. Easy peasy. Thank you.

Second, I don’t know if I was hatched, born, budded, sprouted, or any of a thousand other ways a person ends up being a person. I’ve heard a lot of theories and I don’t know the answer. I will not be checking in with Master Yoda’s Force ghost (or whatever you call it) to find out more on that either. It’s a mystery. Mysteries are fun.  If Jon wants to do that, he can do that. 

Third, as much as I like having all those dads when I’m on set, I only have one for real. He is called Din Djarin. He has brown eyes and a scruffy beard and a very handsome nose. That’s right. The few people who have ever seen my dad’s face say he has a lovely nose. It’s a lot bigger than mine but then he’s a lot bigger than me too. Just so you know. 

Now that we’ve covered that kind of stuff, I just want to say, I really appreciate you hanging out with me, day in and day out, reading the stories, laughing (I hope), and commenting if you have a chance. And for the two people who send me corrections for typos, I see you and I really appreciate it. I just wish there was an edit button everywhere. Maybe, one day. 

Anyway, I’ve been asked a couple of questions pretty routinely and I thought now would be a good time and place to answer them.  Since I have your attention. 

Yes, I do my own stunts. Some of the time. I’ve got a great team and that includes body doubles, stunt coordinators and of course a couple of other stunt performers. The folks who work with me on that stuff are great and I know you love them as much as I do. Maybe more, since they don’t attach little wands to your arms to make sure you don’t accidentally use the Force. They go to a lot of trouble to set up the sequences and none of us want it to fall flat (no pun intended). 

I am not very tall. In fact, I don’t even reach my dad’s knee cap yet. Sometimes when there isn’t a good visual reference I look bigger than I am. Frankly, I kind of like that. But, the reality is I’m about a 0.34 meters in height. I’ve grown a bit since the series first started airing, but that only added a couple of centimeters to my height. That’s a lot for me, but you might not notice it. 

Contrary to what some of you may have read on internet posts, I do not eat everything and my body is not all stomach.  I just like to eat my food fresh. And I do need a lot of food to keep up my energy levels. It’s not easy being the smallest person on set and no one has figured out how to get me a bicycle that I can ride from point A to point B. Dank Farrik! 

Oh, yeah, if you’re wondering why I am not cooing and babbling, and all that, well, this is being translated by my assistant. They understand my language and I am really glad of that. Just because you don’t know what coo, coo, chirp, patuuuu means, doesn’t mean it’s baby talk. Don’t listen to Jon. He doesn’t understand it either. I’m just glad someone does. 

Ummm, yes, Peli Motto is just as much fun as she seems to be. She’s cracking jokes about a thousand times a minute and most us can’t keep up with her, but that’s part of her charm. If you don’t understand them all, that’s okay. None of us do, but she still has pretty, bouncy, hair and that is also part of her charm. 

Don’t mess with Fennec. Just don’t. Really. She will get even. I did not mean to drop a frog into her iced tea. I didn’t. I was distracted by a question from one of the ADs and next thing I know the frog I was about to eat was in that glass and whoo boy, was Fennec not happy about that. But she didn’t say anything right away. Nope. She smiled, laughed, and asked politely for a new one. The next day I found that frog in my bed. On my pillow. If you get my drift. Do not upset her. 

Daimyo Fett is really great and tells so many jokes. They don’t end up in the show very often, but let me assure you that when a person survives a sarlacc pit they have a lot of jokes to tell you and you should listen to them all. Hilarious. 

I think the cast and crew are brilliant and they treat me really well and I love them all. Well, except for that one assistant to the assistant to the assistant to the episode’s director. They know who they are. I don’t share those frogs. Not with anyone. They are hard to come by and I need all the vitamins and minerals in them to stay healthy. I don’t care who made that bet (looking at you Pedro), and I don’t care if you won (you didn’t), but leave my frogs alone or you will be finding gorgs in your bed and they won’t be resting peacefully.

Okay. That’s it. Whoo. Glad I got that out of my system. I hope you enjoy the vid of the very lovely Katee. She’s a lot of fun and is one of my favorite humans. This is the Way (through the fourth wall).