#anyway yeah i know who i'm farming with for this one XD

[dandelion-wings]

follow the advice of the game itself and bring my highest EM characters to the Spire of Solitary Enlightenment: suffering, dying

bring Lisa and Eula to the Spire of Solitary Enlightenment: fun and joyful murder!

[w1ngedv01d]

You mention a lot that the other life seasons existed in other universes as trials for gods

are they the same gods as the wild life god au, just different versions, or different gods entirely?

also what where the different trials like, in your aus? do you have any idea what those other worlds look like, or just what matters in terms of the scarian plot [no judgement! genuinely]

[shaking with violent enthusiasm] you would like to know about the other seasons' god aus? i can- i can do that! heck yeah!!!

Okay, so, question one: Different Gods entirely. The Engineer, Zookeeper, etc? Don't exist in the other universes, or at least, are not the gods there. They can just see into those worlds

Question Two: What were the different worlds like? Well.

3rd Life was, technically, not a Trial, in the traditional sense. The other worlds all had gods initiating these death games where people only died in this manufactured realm, and woke up fine, and it was engineered and planned by actual deities. 3rd Life, however, was a story of a group of people all stranded on an uninhabited continent and things getting... out of hand. It wasn't a game created by any god. The reason it counts, however, is that Grian's grief at losing Scar was so great, and the release of magic after Scar's death was so powerful, that when Grian died, it was enough power and emotion to ascend him into Godhood. 3L!Grian was the only God in his area at the time of his ascension. (Author's Note: If asked about the 3L AU -esp Scarian- i will tell you about it because i think it is making me a lil insane XD)

Last Life was created by the Boogeymen, a group of very young gods who were messing around and finding out. They wanted to see what would happen if they made a bunch of people live in a realm where they couldn't access anyone else, and forced them to betray each other before it was time for blood. Whoever won basically got the job of babysitting six godly children with no parents to speak of (Sorry, Scott)

Double Life was a trial made by two gods, the Gods of Freedom and Duty, basically trying to see if the people involved would value their "duty" of being committed to their soulmate like they were "supposed to", or a "freedom" of valuing oneself over the person they were bound to. It was a Trial with little reward, as it was basically a way for the couple to try and win their argument against one another. No one ascended to Godhood in this world after the trial, because that wasn't really the point. The Ranchers did hunt each other down outside of the Trial and live on a farm together after everything, though.

Limited Life is the one where I went a little crazy funky stupid with the lore and emotional plot, especially and specifically with the Clockers and the Bad Boys. I have so much lore about all of that, and that universe, and the mechanics there. I'm insane about them, oh my lord. You think I talk about Etho a lot *now*? That has NOTHING on the LimLife God AU. Clockers My Beloved- (Now, the Bad Boys lore is one where people may go "why is that the lore??" but that's okay. I love it and it's good To Me) Anyway, the Limited Life situation takes place over a much longer period of time that one would expect. Unlike Wild Life, where everyone was clearly informed before being flung into the Trials, these people were just sorta picked up and plopped into a realm where the rest of civilization simply... didn't exist, and they had to rely on themselves for survival, shelter, everything. Jimmy, Scar, and Bdubs literally grew up in the realm- they have absolutely no memories before they were kidnapped by the god/s. Grian and Joel weren't even legal adults yet, and tried to act tougher than they were even though it was so obvious that they were scared kids. And while the players were aware that at least one divine presence brought them there, they never met these Gods in person, and they have no idea if it's just one god, two, a whole pantheon... It was all very mysterious. But they do know that at least one God involved was very fond of clocks

In Secret Life, well, the Secret Keeper was the God who brought them there. But the punishments for failing a task were harsher than the irl canon, and almost all the players in this world had been born into a group that worshipped the Secret Keeper, and they were trained to be part of this Trial since they were little kids. Some of them were very literally born for this. Scar, on the other hand, wasn't involved in this religion and got involved mostly on accident. But he was the only one never able to leave...

[dzpenumbra]

7/7/23

I just put my granola in for another 10 minutes so I'm going to start this. Yep, pretty much par for the course for my weird ass to be baking homemade granola at 5AM before I go to bed.

Today ended up being a low-key day. I woke up and it was obscenely hot. I don't think I slept very well, I remember waking up at least once, maybe twice. But yeah, the heat was the killer for me today. I had my second grocery order come in today, it... was the same fucking guy from a few days ago! XD The one who refunded half my shit. I literally ordered from a different grocery store. I didn't want to blame the guy, I mean... I was asleep. He could've been asking me what I wanted to do and I just missed the prompts or something. I figured... if I order from another grocery store, maybe I can bypass supply issues. Who knows, hard to tell where the weak link in the chain is when you're stuck at home.

I placed my order for the 5-7pm window and that ended up being great. I'm learning that these people like to start doing the shopping about an hour before the delivery window and get the delivery in as quick as possible. That's been my experience, anyway. So I need to start just taking the delivery window and subtracting an hour, because if they're shopping... they might be trying to get my confirmation on shit. Everything ended up being available, actually, for the most part. And the guy was actually really nice and texted a few times and said he remembered my place and all that. So... the guy I was upset at just a few days ago for leaving me stranded with no meat and no granola? I ended up giving him a 5 star review and a $2.00 tip bonus. Which... is a tip, okay? Let's just drop the fucking pretense here. If I am paying a percentage to just receive my delivery, that's a delivery fee. If I am adding payment for exemplary service, that's a tip. The "tipping culture" in this country is just so fucking out of control. It's just rooted in dishonesty and rotten from the core. It's never been about service, it's always been some shady way for restaurants and now service providers to pay their employees pennies. Plain and simple. And it's blatantly transparent, it's so odd that people will actually defend it.

Here's why I have a problem with it. With a balanced system, the business owner makes reasonable pay, the employee makes reasonable pay and the customer isn't paying an unreasonable amount. There is an equilibrium there, everyone wins. In this "tipping model" the business owner takes the vast majority, the employee gets paid illegal wages and the burden of making sure that employee puts food on the table for their family is shouldered onto the customer. It just feels like bad faith from the business owners. And they typically sell it as "but you can make as much as you want, as long as you shmooze the customers". It's just odd. And after seeing how things are not done like this in most other countries, and how this is a pretty uniquely American thing... it's not surprising to see it blooming out of the pandemic through all these service apps.

I literally cannot fathom the amount of money apps like GrubHub and Doordash and Instacart are making for simply... taking an existing idea... throwing it in an app... getting other people to do the work for them... and slapping a fee on it. Then just farming money until they retire. All these jingoists acting like the American Dream is working hard and earning a paycheck... when the real American Dream is laying on a couch watching fucking Netflix and raking in unfathomable amounts of money while other people work for you. It's so goddamn weird. How the fuck can you worship labor... and then set the end-goal of... not doing any labor at all? It makes no fucking sense! -_- I mean, god forbid those people actually achieve their goal of never having to work again, their entire life revolves around work! Half of their conversations are about how people "don't want to work anymore" or "haven't worked an honest day" or "that's not a real job" and shit like that. God forbid they finally achieve their goal and sit there and go... "what the fuck do I do now?!"

... Well... that came out of nowhere, didn't it. Hmm... Does it show that I might have maybe accidentally opened up Reddit this morning? I really really really need to uninstall that fucking app.

I have to go check on my granola. I think it came out good. I've been reading that you want it to be golden brown coming out of the oven but... it's hard to tell at first glance because of the honey. On second thought... I'll do 5 more minutes. I put the strawberries in it. It should be fine for 5 more, I'm sure. Worst case it's a bit crispy, I guess. I'm gonna put white chocolate in them when they cool too. :)

So yeah, since it's super late, I don't wanna go on long. It was hot as shit, still is really. I brought my fan down. I did yoga, it was really nice. I've been really enjoying yoga lately. I was strongly considering smoking weed before yoga and just having a stoned afternoon. It has been... probably close to a year since I've had one of those. And I decided against it. I'm... too scared.

I feel like such a coward now. I just... I know what the freakouts feel like, I know how bad they get. I am so goddamn familiar with them. Waking fucking nightmares. And I just... at a very deep level my body just goes "danger". Even though it's really just the same level of danger a horror movie or a nightmare would cause. They can be fucking traumatic. Especially when you don't have anyone to help pull you out of them. Which I have never had. Not once. Dozens and dozens of freakouts and several bad trips, not once has anyone been there to help me calm down, to tell me it's okay, to reassure me, to comfort me, to support me. What lousy fucking friends, man.

Seriously, I used to be so loyal to such shitty fucking people. I feel like an asshole saying it, but I'm glad I'm actually realizing this. What helps me feel okay saying it... is going... "if I were the sober one in that situation, how would I handle it?" And zero-fucking-percent of the time would I deal with a friend of mine freaking out in the way that others did with me. Not one. I mean, if some stranger came up to me on the street and they were freaking out and clearly tripping on mushrooms... I mean, that might be a different story... in past lives I definitely would have helped talk even them down, but now I'm a bit too scared of getting stabbed by homeless people or something... but if I had a friend that I had known for years come up to me and say "hey, I got high and I'm freaking out right now, could you help?" I would drop fucking everything. Of course I'd be there for them, why the fuck would you not?!

So... it really sucks because weed is legal and widely available and I have a decent supply on hand... and it feels like a much better way to decompress than drinking. I've never really agreed with drinking too much, always fucks with my stomach. And smoking tobacco is off the table... So... it's just this fucking anxiety/trauma barrier. And I've heard from others that weed helps them with their anxiety. That shit blows my fucking mind. It's really hard for me to process someone with an anxiety disorder smoking weed and then hearing the neighbors chatting through the walls and not going "oh god, are they talking about me?!" Or some paranoid shit. When I smoked, weed would unlock every damn door in my head. Like.. that was the benefit and the curse of it, the double-edged sword. That was my theory, at least. That it opened all of my doors that I built to sorta partition my mind and keep things orderly and not too existentially intense on a day-to-day basis, so by opening those doors and exploring, I was able to learn a lot more about myself and look at life from healthier perspectives... but it also let all my demons out to play as they saw fit. And what the fuck are past traumas if not demons. Well, ghosts, I guess... but you know what I mean.

So yeah, I'm still in this weird headspace about it. And I don't think there's going to be a real safety net for that for a long time. So... I'm gonna have to pick a path on that pretty soon. I need to either just bite the bullet and smoke, and ride it out and see how it goes... and risk being scared shitless and curled up in a corner for 2-4 hours, like that mushroom trip story I told last night... Or I forgo the indulgence, and not really have any recreational way to let loose besides video games.

I am very envious of people who can just smoke a bowl and paint for 4 hours and not have to deal with intense flashbacks, or experiential imaginative metaphors, or intense emotional unravelling. You'd think I'd pick up the hint by now that... that's what the substance does for me... I don't just get giggly and floaty. I start experiencing life cinematically. And I really do miss the adventure of that in some ways, I had a lot of amazing adventures while high a few years ago. But... for me... given how fucked my life has been, and all the ghosts wandering the halls of my mind... it can too often be a horror movie.

I always thought that was a perfect tool for my therapy. What better way to identify something I'm having a serious problem with than to smoke, wait 15 minutes, maybe smoke a cigarette as a rocket booster to send me deeper... then let my nervous system flip that coin. Chances are, my demons will come to me. And by that point, I'm already in a therapist's office, with someone I trust, who I have built up a rapport with, who I truly believe at a soul-level is there to support me and help me work through that moment. Imagine how much I could learn! Imagine how much progress I could make, how much insight I could draw. This was my theory in 2019. I was literally filling out forms to get a medical cannabis prescription in order to go through with this. And my fucking therapist refused, despite it being one of my terms for going there. Because I was at a group home place (to safely get off of meds) and there were people there in their late teens and early 20's who had drug abuse problems. And... apparently... they were totally cool with giving prescribed benzodiazepines to other residents... that didn't cause any "cravings" for the substance abuse people... but my plan with using medical weed to induce freakouts and then talk through my freakouts in therapy sessions... that would be problematic... Riiight. Just say you're out of your league, say you don't feel comfortable or qualified and then help me find someone who can assist me with that. Good lord, the fuck is wrong with people.

Man, I'm really on one today, huh.

Welp. Weed didn't happen. I got my groceries, I did my yoga, I did my workout. I ate a nice big breakfast, drank coffee and played Hades. I had a really cool idea of a visualizer that combines visualization and animation. It's a person sprinting, and the viewport is tracking the person, so the landscape is moving and the person appears still. I wanted the music volume to control the movement, essentially. Like... how fast the animation plays. But, I wanted to have it where if the animation plays below a certain speed, it switches to a different animation with a different gait. So volume from like... 0.5-1.0 are different speeds of full run, 0.2-0.5 are like a jog and 0-0.2 are walk. I would have to make seamless animations, but I can envision the coding logic, I think I could figure it out without too much difficulty. And then I can go fucking nuts with the background and foreground, and make them react to different frequencies in all sorts of different ways. It's a cool idea. And I've never animated a walk cycle before, so... I'm a bit overdue. It's a real rite of passage for animation. I will most likely do it in Blender, it'll be the most forgiving.

Instead of working on this, tonight... I sorted gravel by color. Because I'm that guy, apparently. Yep. From like... midnight to about 4AM, I took my pint container of the largest pieces of gravel that I sifted out of the sand I got, and I started sorting them by general hue. Blue, purple, reddish, yellow, white - with the more translucent quartzes separated. It was surprisingly relaxing. I just... wasn't there. It's so fucking meditative.

I love doing stuff like this, but... I'm... I don't know whether to stream it. Honestly. Like... would you tune in to a livestream to watch someone sort gravel by color in fucking real-time? The benefit of me doing this offline? I can watch whatever the fuck I want while I do this work without having to worry about any kind of copyright. I can listen to streams, I can listen to an audiobook, I can listen to a lecture, whatever I want. So... yeah, I just did that offline. And I made a ton of progress, sorted nearly half the jar. What prompted this, you ask? I saw a mosaic in Hades, it was a big mosaic on the wall of the Grand Hall. It was beautiful. And I've had a lot of mosaics showing up in my Tumblr feed too, lately. Mostly ancient Roman ones. And that really inspires me, I'm curious to do an Zen Garden type piece, and using the colors of the gravel to add in new layers of design. I like the idea of doing a mandala using different color stones. We'll see how it all plays out. For right now, I'm enjoying the process of sorting - it's shockingly rewarding when you just zone out for a few hours, then walk away, then come back and see how cool it looks all color-coded. Like taking a bag of M&Ms and sorting them by color, that kinda concept. It's a really subtle but powerful effect.

I think that's about it for the day, honestly. The only other thing is that my beads and my pot are technically done today if I want them to be. The color change on the pot is pretty nuts, it got much darker. It should be nice and waterproofed now. The beads look gorgeous and they're ready to be strung. I'm tempted to do that before bed, but... alas... it is 6:15 already... I think it can wait until tomorrow.

[levi-supreme]

Excuse me? Can I have Earl Grey and a Jam Cookie (Strawberry Picking Date) in fem student reader x stats prof AU? Happy 500+ followers!! <333

Characters: Levi x fem!reader

Prompts: Levi [Earl Grey] and strawberry picking date [jam cookie]

A/N: Tsuki MY THIRST SUPPLIER <3 thank you for being my muse and for always providing me with the best thirst ideas ^_^ I hope you enjoy this cute strawberry picking date with Statistics Professor Levi hehe.

There's mentions of reader inserts (y/n) but no physical descriptions will be used. Also, a random NPC and another character makes an appearance here xD

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"Oi, y/n. Get changed. We're going out." A cool voice resounded through the study room and you looked up. You were at your statistics professor's house studying for your statistics exam next week. Although your grades had been improving since having those private lessons with your professor-cum-secret-lover, you were still not confident in scoring well for the upcoming exam.

"H-huh?" You uttered, feeling confused. Levi let out a sigh.

"Look at yourself," he came closer and cupped your cheek, using his fingers to ease the frown between your eyebrows. "I know you've been studying hard. You deserve a break. Your dark circles are terrible." You let out a small chuckle.

"It's fine, love. I'm fine. I don't need a break, I want to score well and make you proud."

"Study hard for yourself, not to please me. Also, go get changed." Levi kissed your forehead and left, not giving you a chance to argue. You giggled and followed him to the bedroom where you kept some of your spare clothes.

The trip to the strawberry farm took about an hour, and even though the sun was hanging high up in the sky, the heat wasn't hurting your skin at all. Levi took out his cap and put in on for you before ushering you out of the car. You could feel butterflies in your stomach, unsure if it was from the excitement of spending time out of the house with your secret lover, or nervousness because you've never done this before.

"Hey, Uncle Jon," Levi waved to a tall middle aged man with dusty blonde hair. You looked at him and felt that he looked a little familiar. You gingerly followed behind Levi, walking towards a tiny shop house.

"Levi, m'boy, you're here!" The middle aged man grabbed Levi's hands and happily clapped his back. "Oh, and who's this charming young lady?" You quickly bowed and introduced yourself. Just then, another vaguely familiar face appeared by the doorway.

"Oh, you're here," Mike shrugged, giving Levi a fist bump. Ahh, you connected the dots together. "That's Mike's father, Jonathan." You greeted Mike and he gave you a small smile.

"Didn't know Associate Professor Zacharias' family owned a strawberry farm," you whispered as Uncle Jonathan ushered you both inside, insisting on offering you two drinks before going off to pluck strawberries.

"Yeah, Mike comes back to help out during the semester breaks. Erwin and I would drop by sometimes too."

Once you two had your fill of water, Uncle Jon passed you both gloves, two baskets, some tweezers, and told you both to enjoy yourselves.

"Ever done this before?" Levi asked as he put on his gloves. You shook your head and followed behind him as he squat down in front of a small bush.

"It's easy, just look for strawberries that are ripe, snip them off from the stem, and put them gently in the basket. Don't want to bruise them." Levi demonstrated for you by cutting a few juicy fat strawberries, bringing one to your mouth. You stared at him wide-eyed.

"Go on, have a taste," Levi signalled again and offered you the juicy berry.

"Huh? B-but, we haven't paid yet, isn't t-this—"

"It's fine, Erwin always does this anyway. Go on, kitten, have one." You took a bite from the strawberry and felt your eyes widened once more. They were sweet with a slight sour punch, and it tasted really crunchy too.

"Wow, these are fantastic! So much nicer than the ones we get at the supermarket," you took another smaller strawberry from the basket and started munching.

"Told you." Levi gave you a slight smile and continued harvesting the strawberries. Picking up a pair of tweezers, you decided to try picking some of your own too. Your knees were starting to ache after remaining in the squatting position for so long, and you decided to take a walk. Levi had already gone on ahead of you, harvesting a basket full of strawberries. Your feet automatically found their way towards Levi where he was squatting in front of another strawberry bush, snipping the juicy fruits.

"You doing okay? The sun's pretty hot today." Levi glanced upwards, his face a bright red. You smiled and took off the cap, placing it on Levi's head.

"Mm-hmm, I'm fine. My knees are hurting so I decided to take a walk." You looked at the basket full of strawberries by Levi's feet, and you found another full basket a few steps away. You glanced at the basket in your hands. Where did the extra basket come from? "Love, didn't Uncle Jonathan only give us two baskets?" Levi looked away and you couldn't tell if his cheeks were red from getting a sunburn or if he was embarrassed about something.

"I was just thinking that, um, you know, I wanted to make some homemade strawberry jam for you as a treat, since you've been working hard," Levi stood up and held your hand, wiping a bead of perspiration from your forehead using another. "I secretly got another basket from Uncle Jon to harvest more strawberries for you. Who knew you were sharp enough to realise there was one extra." Levi pinched your nose playfully and you giggled, feeling the butterflies flutter once again. You grabbed Levi's hands, a rush of appreciation and love overflowing within you.

"I'll just pretend I didn't hear that." Staring at Levi, you pressed a soft kiss to his pretty lips. "Thank you, love. I really appreciate it, from bringing me out on such a lovely day, and for whatever"—you used your fingers to gesture two quotation marks in the air—"surprise you're planning for me tomorrow." Levi scoffed and ruffled your hair affectionately, squatting down to grab a few more strawberries to feed you.

Before you knew it, you and Levi spent the entire afternoon at the farm. After dinner with the Zacharias', Levi and you waved goodbye to them and went home with a large harvest of strawberries. You couldn't contain your smile, and you definitely couldn't wait to have a taste of Levi's homemade strawberry jam tomorrow.

Well I've only been to strawberry picking once and I hope that it is still relatable for all of you hehe. Also... maybe once you've done picking these strawberries, strawberries and chocolate would be nice :p can you imagine though, Levi making you strawberry jam from scratch... yes please!!!!!

Also!! Out of all of Levi's friends, I can totally picture Mike's parents owning a farm and just... living the country life 💚 know who else would enjoy the country life??? Moblit!!!!

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[wraenata]

You're always checking on other people and leaving nice comments so i wanna do the reverse. How are you doing wren? I hope the party was fun and that you're taking it easy today <333

Ohh haha, ok I had to look how to add a read more on mobile.

But descriptions of alcohol related things and getting sick under the cut, and anxiety. But basically here's a rundown of my night. It's long. But headache does feel better thank you anon :)

So yeah the Bachelorette party, 11 girls and I only know the bride and my bestie.

I do not drink. I'm not a party animal. In fact I've never been to a bar before this. I don't mind other people enjoying this but I just don't. Glad they have fun!

Anyway, my anxiety is already high about this party so I wasn't feeling the best. Omg bars or clubs are SO LOUD! Idk how the workers don't have hearing damage! It actually gave me the headache really easily. It was very overwhelming.

My bestie who was drinking got me onto the dance floor with my water cup lol. @/kiaxet it took a little bit but I did dance a little! First time dancing (my ex religion did not allow dancing). Well more so my feet were planted but there was a little movement lol. Baby steps.

I kept my bestie hydrated with water throughout the night but I can't say I really enjoyed it. I'd have left at the first opportunity if I could have. I imagine dancing is much more fun when you're drunk XD. Also I got drinks spilled on me yuck.

Maid of Honor went HARD! Too hard. The majority of us came back after midnight but MoH stayed out til bar close. Bestie and I are sharing a bed and MoH is in the second bed in our room. Did I mention I have a fear of vomiting?

Bestie sobers up and is exhausted. MoH gets back and is really messed up. Keeps complaining that her arm is broken (it wasn't I checked). Bestie is getting annoyed because MoH is LOUD. I get MoH some water and she takes her meds and we convince her to try and sleep despite her saying her arm hurts. It's like 3:30 or 4 am at this point.

At 5:30 am MoH is at the foot our bed (?) And puking. Not sure why. Also she is butt ass naked. Also not sure why again. She definitely had pj pants on when she went to bed.

I plug my ears and shut my eyes and bestie takes care of MoH bless her. But bestie is ticked. MoH crawls back into bed. We get another hour of sleep before every one else gets up downstairs at like 7 am. So probably running on like 3 hours at best.

MoH does not remember puking. I hope she didn't puke on my stuff I'm too afraid to check.

I felt a little sick when MoH got sick but I'm feeling better now. Bestie wants to try and dip early today; we are supposed to go to a water park. Technically this lasts until Sunday.

I'm happy for people who have fun with clubbing, but I just am not built for it lol.

It was an experience for sure.

Thank you so much for checking up on me! That is so sweet! Looking forward to going home though. I'll get to pass the possum crossing sign farm again :)

[azzysflowergarden]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

How does one express non-romantic attraction??

Like I'm making a list of hot pkmn trainers but I'm not attracted to them in the crush/romantic/sexual sense. I think it's like... Aesthetic attraction? But I don't know how to express it :(

I'm just like "awooga hot person they r so sexy mwah mwah" but I'm not attracted to them in a crush/rom/sx kinda way!!! And obviously people misinterpret what I mean because of the language I'm using :(

How the heck do ppl verbalize those kinds of feelings properly ( TTⁿTT ) /genq

45 notes - Posted July 6, 2022

#4

Hey yalls, guess who wrote a Danny Phantom one-shot (4k words) that I'm extremely proud of!!! Even if ya ain't into DP, I'd appreciate if you read it & dropped a kudos and commented, because I'm honestly in love with this so much!!!!

Focuses on a confrontation between Danny and Wesley Weston involving Danny's secret identity woooo~

Warning for; panic attacks, descriptions of inhuman appearances (Eldritch!Danny my beloved), & mentions of death!

It's the longest fic I've written to date (I thought a multichapter WIP I wrote in 2018 was longer. I was wrong. That was only 3.5k), and I'm thrilled at the outcome!!

I'm the kind of person who enjoys their own writing (and forgets what I've written after a few days), so when I read it over pre-posting, I was smiling and giggling the whole time. I even screamed from excitement at it (I was on call, and my friends gotta hear me freaking out as I read my own writing XD)!

So, yeah. I really hope you enjoy, because I sure as hell did!

51 notes - Posted September 15, 2022

#3

I just discovered «Ridgeside Village» (a Stardew Valley mod) and oh my gods it looks so good!!! The mod adds so much to explore, both new areas and new villagers!!!

Plus, it's compatible with Stardew Valley Expanded (Expanded edits the existing valley for the most part, while Ridgeside Village adds a whole new map outside of Pelican Town)!!!

(If y'all like SDV Expanded, or mods that do similar things, please check out Ridgeside Village if you haven't already!!!)

52 notes - Posted August 10, 2022

#2

It's kinda sad to know a good handful of people who've played Stardew Valley haven't played (or heard of) Harvest Moon. Maybe it's just a generational thing, but whenever I've gotten my friends into SDV, I always ask if they know Harvest Moon first. Literally always no.

ANYWAYS if you like Stardew Valley, please check out the Story Of Seasons line (the new name for Harvest Moon games), the Harvest Moon games before DS, or Harvest Moon A New Beginning (3DS)

OR if you like the fighting in SDV as well as the farming bits, I've heard the Rune Factory series is pretty good :D

103 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Sometimes I wish I could love in the way others could.

To look at someone and just know. To feel the warmth and joy, and desire to be with someone forever.

But my feeling of love comes in different forms.

Sitting outside and playing my ukulele, while the squirrels and chipmunks watch, and the birds chirp along.

The tickle of eyelashes blinking against cheeks, and the fuzzy giggles that brew inside.

Telling someone a secret which you're sure they would never speak to you again over, only for them to tell you it's okay, and that they still care about you.

A stray (or just sassy) cat letting you pet them, no matter how brief the moment may be.

Walking around a night-fallen city with your friend, illuminated by the neon signs, and high on life.

Doodling something that turns out even a little better than you were expecting, brightening up the rest of your day.

Reading a story that overwhelms you with so many feelings that you have to scream, because the world deserves to know how you feel.

Maybe I can't feel love in the way others might. I think that's alright, though, because I notice all the other ways I feel love. And I think I love that even more.

633 notes - Posted July 30, 2022

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[the-blind-geisha]

you're so right with that pandemic thing. i swear i had my moments when i thought it was 2023 and not 2022 lel.

living in demiurge tag sounds amazing, ngl. and, honestly, im not surprised you're trying to put his character into your original work. man, this gives me some very good memories, haha. good luck with that! i mean, based on what you were doing with your oc in ac era, im sure you gonna do amazing in here too! <3

glad to hear that. not about that anemia part, that can go and suck something. but yeah, thanks a lot, dear. ngl i feel guilty about this (or more like cringing) so, really, thanks a lot. it means a lot too! <3

Yuri Alpha has so little time to develop too, just like Albedo and Demiurge </3 but i know what you're feeling. my fav one is Sebas (funny how he and Demiurge aren't on friendly terms) and yeah. i mean, he had some time but it doesn't feel enough for me. or maybe, i just wanna see Tuare again. I absolutely love her too. I watched a few episodes of the new season and it's amazing! like you said, they really raised the quality (flashbacks from these sheep? from previous season). and yeah, the movie! man, i think it's time to reread the light novels.

that's really so sweet, I mean, oh my goooooooood. so, so, sweet! i need to confess tho, i was never really interested in final fantasy nor i can imagine myself getting and being active in overlord fandom. to be honest, i'm here just for you. our contact was cut but i've been thinking about you, how you've been and all that stuff. after all it was thanks to you that i started writing too and met people i still talk to. it sounds so silly, but i own you a lot. that's why i want to check in on you, from time to time <3

i was honestly surprised you got back on the blog that had ac content. but hey, no matter where you are and which blog you're using, you're still the same wonderful creator from these years ago <3. and i gotta check (reread!) the fall series cuz the dilf addiction is stronger in me than ever. also, damn, those names of your stories bring back memories too. but dunno why, i find myself missing the one about jacob wooing the reader? anyway, i just want to say: take your time. if you decide to post your fanfics again, that's great. if you decide to never post your fanfics again, that's great too! don't feel pressured, alright? no matter what. yes, im sure a lot of people would love to reread these fanfics again, but they have no right to pressure you to post them. those are your fanfics and it's completely your choice if you want to release them to the world again or to let them rot on your hard drive. (send them to a happy farm kekekek)

oh my! that's wonderful! i mean, he's your character, after all. so, i'd be nice to bring him back. loving the idea of werewolf au (it kind of reminds me of his ability to turn into a horse) but still, no pressure, alright?

omg that's honestly so nice! but also, hm. alright then, since im that person, then, hiya Oreana, thank you for all the fanfics, love letters, rp responds you have blessed us with. it was truly such a pleasant journey. but i should also say: thanks for writing that one love letter. i actually requested it during a school's party, my mood was absolutely low but your letter lifted it. <3

don't worry about the folks (me) not finding you! we (me) have our methods ("hackerman" methods)

it's always great to hear from you too, Oreana! <3 - P

(i need to say that cuz yeah. ehem... HOLY EFF look how long the asks can be now! that's so effing cool! i remember how limited you were when i firstly got on tumblr, so that's so effing awesome. so effing awesome for someone who loves to talk a lot. like me yaay!)

Mawwr, thank you, hon! That means a lot!

Haha, don't worry about the anemia part. XD I have taken iron pills on and off to where I'm becoming a functioning person again. And, seriously. Don't worry about anything negative between us that may have happened in the past. ♥♥

LOL I love the whole dynamic between Sebas and Demiurge. I'll admit I was so confused during the scene where Demiurge was fighting to get Tuare on his farm having not read the LNs or Manga and forced to go right into the show. X”D I thought maybe Demiurge randomly cared about her out of nowhere and the two were silently fighting over what she should do for Nazarick. Then I realized he just wanted to torture the poor girl...and that the sheep were actually humans. My whole world turned upside down, I tell you! X”D Out of context Overlord scenes are awesome... lmao.

Ooh, you started writing? That's awesome! I am so happy I could inspire that! ;^; One of my main reasons for writing is to try and inspire/encourage others. So that makes me insanely happy. ;~; Of course, hon. You can always check in on me whenever you like! Heck, I feel during this time I get nervous about all the people I'm close to or even the readers I miss. I just hope they're all doing well.

It was more to feel safe, and also, people kept following me here. X3 So I just decided to return to it. ♥

You're so dang, sweet. T^T Aww, thank you?? That's so kind of you to say!

Jacob wooing the reader? You mean the one that spawned a mini-story after I did the first love letter of its kind for a late V-Day drabble? An old friend of mine created a whole aesthetic for it...I think I have it still. I do! ♥

I know he took the reader out on a date and all that and it caused some Romeo and Juliet drama, as she was a Blighter, I believe.

♥♥♥ Thank you for that. I can't tell you how guilty I felt deleting the stories. I never do go delete happy, but oof. I was just beyond repair. The only positive out of that craziness was I grew a stronger backbone, but I don't know at what cost. X3; Still, thanks!

My word...the fact you remember even that—Emmett being able to turn into a horse because his mom was Oreana in another AU of mine—is amazing. O_O; I actually almost forgot it! That is...beyond flattering?? Thank you so dang much! T~T

Thank you, hon. Just...Thank you... I'm like, almost a sobbing mess of happiness right now. I can't tell you how lovely this message is to receive. ♥♥♥ I am so happy that love letter you received has brought you joy and it came during a good time for you. It is wonderful to know my writings came during the perfect time for some folks.

(Yeah you can practically send novels. XDD Works for whenever someone wants to send a RP post, I guess!)

[nexyra]

RWBY's Love Language - Part 2

Hello friend ! I'm back at it with a second part and whatever character I can think of ! (Among which best boy Oscar because he deserves it, and also more adults)

Let's go !

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Oscar Pine

So ! While I love Oscar with my whole heart, honestly guessing his Love Language is no easy feat. One thing for sure : touch isn't is thing even if it's how everyone else chose to communicate their love.

I saw a post a while back detailing how Oscar is always putting his hands up as a barrier when he's scared or uncomfortable and that makes me cry a little instead but it's true TT. Anyway...

In the latest volumes we've got quite a bit of comforting Oscar-talks but I have to wonder how much of that is due to Ozpin's influence really. As a result I've decided to settle on... Acts of Service or Quality Time ! This is based on a few details : when people are upset with him in one shape or form, Oscar was always very eager to prove himself useful, give some aspect of concrete help (such as cooking a Casserole, ringing any bell ?). Plus I imagine that's the exact brand of help his Aunt would have needed most on a farm. Added to that, he always seems fairly happy to be included, be with the others no matter what's going on. Training ? Yay ! A movie with Jaune & Weiss ? Smiling puppy look. Fancy party ? Shenanigans together ! So yea, I love seeing my boy loved and hugged but please everyone settle for the loving he's most comfortable with <3

“She made a choice! A choice to put others before herself! So do I.”

“Oh, uh, yeah. I thought you guys would appreciate a hot meal after... spending all day looking for me, apparently.”

“No, it's okay. These past few days, I've been scared of the same things you were. I don't know how much longer I'm going to be... me. But I did some thinking, and I do know that I want to do everything I can to help with whatever time I have left.”

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Ozpin

For our favorite immortal wizard aka not quite dead Headmaster... I think the answer is rather obvious. When you're so careful with your words, but also so fiercely devoted to humanity, Words of Affirmation is a must. Ozpin constantly does his best to calm, to reassure. He's good at controlling the conversation and getting people where he wants... Except he more often than not use it to make them think and help them reach an healing ore motivating conclusion. This man is so insisten on giving and cultivating hope, so painfully aware of just how much words can change... There's no doubt in my mind that it's through these very same words that he tries to fight the darkness in others' mind, even when they don't want to let themselves be persuaded. And with some help from the farmboi, Ozpin is gaining in honesty and earnestness. And that can only help in giving comfort.

But to be honest... If you offer him a hug I doubt he'd refuse, and he definitely deserves one. Also therapy. For Oscar too. Everyone in therapy 2k21.

“Ruby. I've made more mistakes than any man, woman, and child on this planet. But at this moment I would not consider your appointment to leader to be one of them. Do you?”

“It's not every day that friends are able to come together like this. Time has a way of testing our bonds, but it's nights like these that can help keep them stronger than ever. Nights like these are ones we'll never forget.”

“Don't worry, Mr. Arc. Your journey is far from over, and the same might be said for all of you. Unlocking your Semblance isn't the end. It can still grow and evolve. Providing you are willing to put in the work, who knows what could happen?”

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Emerald Sustrai

Now here I'm gonna go ahead and say that the way Emerald has been taught to express her love and the way SHE would rather preffered to be loved most likely do not align. At the side of someone like Cinder, and even Mercury who isn't exactly the most emotionally vulnerable person; the only brand of love that gets an easy pass is Acts of Service, and that's probably what Emerald is the most used to. I can go on a mission with you. I can help. We go right back to the "I can be useful" mentality and I'm not sure she's been shown any other way honestly. Let's be real though : if someone offered a hug or some gentle words ? She'd probably pout & fuss but I hardly doubt she'd object.

“I don't care about Salem! But I owe Cinder everything. You want to fight her that bad? Be my guest.”

“I just... Cinder was the only family I ever had. She cared about me, taught me things... But without her here, I don't know if what we're doing--”

“I've been working on my Semblance. I can help. I won't tell anybody.”

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Pyrrha Nikos

What's with everyone and dedicating their whole love toward just helping their teammates anyway they can ?! Stop ! But any way, you guessed it. I'm pretty sure one of Pyrrha's top way of showing love is Acts of Service, and nothing means quite as much to her as Quality Time. For someone who's been put on a pedestal and has a hard time relating to people; both touch and words can be a bit awkward. But if they're wrapped up neatly in a training session or semblance explanations ? Well that's already a more familiar area. Pyrrha gives her whole to her friends and those she cares about. And in exchange, if anyone can simply... be there and spend time with her... May it be at the ball or simply sitting in the courtyard... I'm sure our girl would be delighted.

“Jaune, you know if you ever need help, you can just ask.”

“I'm constantly surrounded by love and praise; but when you're placed on a pedestal like that for so long, you become separated from the people that put you there in the first place. But thanks to you, I've made friendships that will last a lifetime.”

“I'll do it. If you believe this will help humanity, then I will become your Fall Maiden.”

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Qrow Branwen

If I say Gift Giving for the corvid, is someone gonna hit me ? Come on it's fun ! Okay, more seriously... I think this kind of love conversation is kind of a necessity for Qrow. With a semblance such as Bad Luck, making everything complicated... Qrow tries to keep his distance from those he cares about. And since he's an emotionally repressed (but caring) asshole on top of it... Well that kinda narrows down his option. You know what DOESN'T put anyone at risk but can still bring smiles on their face ? GIFTS. Shiny things, souvenirs from his missions all over the world to give to 2 smol nieces. Sounds safe right ? That said, as any good emotionally unavailable character in this show, I gotta say Qrow probably has a thing for helping out and making himself useful in relation to Oz, Tai or the rest of the inner circle. So you know what that means *whisper* Acts of Service.

That said ! When it comes to receiving some love back... Qrow probably likes everything he doesn't allow himself to have. Soft touches, loving & comforting words, spending time with a friend without his semblance making everything complicated... We know that's all he wants.

���You idiot. I know you didn't do this.”

“Look, pal, I'm not sure who you are, but you need to leave my niece alone.”

“No one wanted me... I was cursed... I gave my life to you because you gave me a place in this world... I thought I was finally doing some good...”

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Clover Ebi

And among our newbies (and gone too soon) friends we have Clover ! Clover was a very good contrast to our dusty old crow but also a great help. Kind-hearted, perceptive and honest; he knew just how to put Qrow's self-loathing in his place and push him to give himself some credit. He always had a nice word or a joke for everyone, and visibly the rock of the Ace Ops : an expert a keeping the moral up and the mood companiable. Evidently, Words of Affirmation was his expertise. Had things gone differently, I'm sure we'd have had time for many more earnest and helpful conversations with this teal-eyed fisherman.

“It's a good thing they had someone to look up to and get them through it. Not everyone is so lucky.”

“I meant deflect a compliment. Those kids wouldn't be where they are without you. You've had more of an effect on them than you realize.”

“We don't have to fight, friend.”

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Winter Schnee

And today in the "emotionally unavailable" category we have... Winter Schnee ! TALK ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS PEOPLE ! Just - I would say look at Ruby but even she doesn't talk about her bad vibes... Nor does any of the "Words of Affirmation" peeps. Honestly what's wrong with y'all people ? Anyway Winter cares so much. Is it hidden behind professionalism and a stern *big sister* demeanour ? Sure. But it doesn't negate just how much she loves her closed ones. She's fiercely loyal, and even if she doesn't let her personal feelings get in the way of her duty and doing what needs to be done, no one is allowed to say she doesn't care. Countrary to Weiss, Winter doesn't seem as good nor as aware of the love that exists in simply *being* with people. Rather, she's dutiful and ready to help any way she can when given the chance. You guessed it, yet another Acts of Service kind of love... Maybe I'm doing this wrong XD. I'm on the fence about Words of Affirmation as well. Despite her standoffish looks, Winter has always been very open & reassuring during her discussions with Penny. But she's more stern when it comes to Weiss so I dunno x)

“I don't recall asking about your ranking, I'm asking how you've been. Are you eating properly? Have you taken up any hobbies? Are you making new friends?”

“You've grown up a bit, haven't you? You're not the little girl clinging to the family name anymore.”

“You can't just buy trust like everything else! You have to earn it!”

And that's it for Part 2 ! I might do some other characters if people suggest some but I don't have a pressing need to right now. I have many ideas of songs to apply to various characters however so that's prob what my next posts will consist of (or fun templates)

If anyone has tips to create RWBY gifs or links to download the eps in good quality I'll take it ! Good day everyone !

[atths--twice]

Could you write the first time Mulder and Scully ever drank during movie night? I'm just so curious about how that started since we know it's canon XD I'd love to see your take!

Okay!! This is my FIRST ever prompt, I hope I do it right! I am not exactly Tumblr savvy, more of a Twitter and AO3 gal, but I was given a prompt by @gaycrouton who is quite possibly one of the sweetest people ever and so I am answering the call. I hope you enjoy this story, I had fun writing it. ❤️

Something They Drank

“Beer is okay, right?” Mulder asked Scully as he stood in front of his near empty fridge. “I don’t actually have anything else, well tap water, but …” He looked at her and shrugged. “Sorry.”

“No. Beer is fine. I mean, we’re off duty, on our own time, and God knows this case was enough to drive someone to drink. All those circus folk and the ‘Fiji Mermaid’ hanging about. I’m sure I’ll have nightmares about it for weeks,” Scully sighed, leaning against the door jamb into his kitchen. “As if Tooms wasn’t bad enough. Now I’ll be thinking of that twin somehow possibly either ripping from inside The Conundrum’s body or being slowly digested in his stomach. Either scenario is horrifying.”

Mulder stared at her and shook his head. “Jesus Christ, Scully. Thank you for that disturbing visual,” he shuddered, taking two beers from the fridge, opening them, and handing one to her. “Now I’ll be thinking about that and how I was almost impaled on a bed of actual nails. Skewered is not the way I want to go.” He tipped his beer to her, and they clinked their bottles together.

“So you mentioned a movie on the phone. Which one did you have in mind?” she asked, turning and setting her beer on the table as she shrugged off her coat. Picking up the bottle again, she looked up at him. “Please, no circus, carnival, or overly graphic movies.”

“Oh, overly graphic, Scully? What kind of movie night did you think this was?” he teased her as he stepped closer to her, raising his eyebrows. She rolled her eyes and walked into the living room, his eyes following her, allowing him to look her up and down while she was not aware of it so he was able to avoid the possibility of a slap.

She was wearing jeans. Dana Scully was wearing dark blue jeans, and a soft, periwinkle, purpley colored sweater that he wanted to rub between his fingers. He imagined that it was just as soft against her flesh as the blanket his grandmother used to have. The one that he loved pressing his face against. He figured Scully would not appreciate his face buried in her soft sweater, but a guy could dream. She slipped off her shoes, and he saw a flash of purple on her toenails before she sat cross-legged on the couch.

Oh, God …

Seeing her comfortable like that in his place made him feel a little bolder, and he walked into the room with a bit more swagger than normal. He knew she would not notice a difference, but he felt it and that was what mattered.

The last few days had actually done it too. In her trailer discussing the case, the way she had been sitting at the table felt very … casual and at ease with how they were with one another. Yes, they were discussing Jim-Jim the Dog-Faced Boy, and it had seemed hooky and silly, but the ease at which they just were, was nice.

“So,” he said, setting his beer down on the desk. “Nothing overly graphic … let me just check what’s in the VCR. Oh … no that’s … I’ll just save that for later.” He put the Hot Space Babes video over to the side, his cheeks flushed as he knew this particular one featured a red headed scientist who resembled Scully. Resembled her a lot.

“Just adding it to the other ones that aren’t yours?” she teased as she cleared her throat. He looked back at her and she smiled. God, she was so beautiful.

“Something like that yeah,” he answered and went back to searching for an acceptable movie to watch with his partner that did not feature big breasted women moaning.

“Ah! Got it!” he said triumphantly and put the movie in the VCR. He picked up his beer and sat down next to her as he reached for the remote, fast forwarding to the movie.

“The Princess Bride? Really?” she asked incredulously.

“Do you not like this movie?” he asked, looking from her to the screen and back again.

“No, no, I do. In fact it’s … one of my favorites,” she said quietly, her cheeks slightly flushed.

“Ahh. Cary Elwes takes another heart I see,” he pouted, and she laughed. He watched her and smiled, enjoying the sound of her happiness. It was few and far between that he got to hear it.

“Not Cary Elwes, exactly,” she said, taking a drink of her beer and looking at him. “I suppose, it’s more the character and just the general romance of it all.” At his raised eyebrows, she laughed nervously and glanced down at her lap. “Westley was in love with Buttercup for years. He never said it outright, but he showed her, every day. He … he took care of her, took her bossing him about, and always with his ‘as you wish.’” She lifted her head and smiled as that part of the movie started. Taking another drink, she remained quiet as she watched.

He watched her watch the movie, smiling and laughing as she drank her beer until it was down to the last few drops. She seemed surprised to find it empty so quickly, and he stood up, intent on getting her another one, wanting to keep the conversation going.

“Mulder, I’m fine, I don’t need another one,” she called, her tone holding a hint of embarrassment.

“Nonsense, I need another myself,” he said, grabbing two, knowing full well his was more than half full. Can’t let her drink alone, he thought as he popped them open.

Walking back in the room he saw Westley leaving, and he heard Scully sigh as he handed her her beer. He sat down beside her, put his new drink on the desk, and picked up his old one.

“Thank you,” she said quietly, holding the bottle in her hands and sighing again. “See, it’s not that he loves her so deeply, which he does and we can obviously and plainly see it, it’s … it’s that he feels he needs to be worthy of her. He leaves her to prove his worth, to … secure a future for her, for them, and that alone is so romantic.” She took a drink and sighed again. “She didn’t … it wasn’t necessary, at least I don’t think it was, for him to leave to have money for marriage. She lived on the farm there, she wasn’t a noble or fancy woman. What did he need money for?” Mulder shrugged and put his chin on his hand as he looked at her as she explained her thoughts on the movie. She took a long drink and then sighed once more.

“She loved him so much, Mulder,”she said quietly. “You could hear it in her goodbye, see it in the fact that she mourned his believed death for five years. She was lost without him, but that didn’t mean she was less of who she was, her heart was just missing it’s other half.” She scoffingly laughed, and he raised his eyebrows again. Glancing at him, she shook her head. “Ah, I’ll be quiet now, and we can watch the movie.”

“Scully, I know this movie by heart, I don’t need to watch it,” he said, catching her eye, she nodded and took another drink of her beer. “I am interested in what you think of it, though. So please, continue.” He smiled and she uncrossed her legs and put her feet on the coffee table.

Her bare, purple toenails painted, feet.

They were so small. It always astounded him that someone with such a large presence could be so tiny. Suddenly, some very unpartnerlike thoughts began to swirl around in his brain and he drug his eyes from her feet to avoid them.

“Can … can you rewind it?” she asked timidly and he grinned. Picking up the remote, he rewound it until she told him to stop, in a spot he would have stopped at anyway even if she had not requested it. He knew, because of course he did, the exact spot she wanted to see again. Westley was leaving and Buttercup was crying as she held him …

“I’m afraid I'll never see you again …”

“Of course you will.”

“But what if something happens to you?”

“Hear this now, I will always come for you.”

“But how can you be sure?”

“This is true love. You think this happens every day?”

“That, Mulder. That’s what I love about this movie. People can scoff or roll their eyes, saying it’s sappy romance, but …” she sighed and smiled. “He leaves and then she believes that he dies, but of course he doesn’t. But, when he returns … it’s been five years, and he hears she’s marrying the horrible prince. He can’t believe she would, but does she still love him, Westley? He needs to know if it’s as real a true love as he believed it to be, so he keeps his identity known from her, holds himself back until he knows for absolute certainty.”

“When she shoves him down the hill, and he’s forced to tell her as he’s basically falling to his death? Her poor sweet Westley …” Mulder said, shaking his head. She laughed and then looked at him seriously.

“But, Mulder, he needed to be sure,” holding his gaze, she swallowed. “She believed him dead, had mourned and ached for him. Though her heart was broken, she carried on. She had to. If he had returned, walked up to that farm, she would have been overjoyed. But so much time had passed, he wasn’t sure she could still possibly love him the same way. They were … things were different and he … But when he did know, when he was completely sure … that was it. Nothing could tear them apart again, not even the fire swamp.” She smiled softly at him, and he felt like she was someone he had just met. How had he not seen this romantic side to her before? How had he not recognized it in her?

“He had been mostly dead, Mulder, and still he came for her,” she whispered, staring at him. He held her gaze and judging by the fact that his first drink was still more than half full, he knew it was not the alcohol making him flush. “True love doesn’t come along every day.” She shrugged with a small smile, and he exhaled a breath he was not aware he had been holding.

“Wow, these must be some new kind of beers that contain truth serum or something,” she laughed nervously, peering into her bottle, and recrossing her feet. He took a long pull from his bottle, needing time to think of what to say. Nothing smartass-y, it needed to be genuine. He wiped his mouth and looked at her.

“I’ve watched this movie many times, Scully, and never viewed it as eloquently as you just explained. I always thought he should have told her right away and let her know it was him, not lead her on or tease her, but I do understand what you’re saying,” he said quietly. “He was scared and uncertain, her love hadn’t dulled or changed, nor had his … but a shift had taken place. He just needed to …”

“Be pushed down a hill?” she asked with a smirk.

“Sometimes, we men need that,” he laughed, and she nodded. “We need that push to tell us we’re being idiots.” He glanced at the movie again, finding he had lost track of where they were, something that had never happened to him before when he turned on this movie.

“I think it’s a lot more than sometimes,” she said, and he looked back at her. She took a drink and smiled sideways at him. He smiled back and nodded.

“Should we start over? Or is from here okay?” She shrugged, and he leaned back, finishing off his first beer and reaching for the other one. Scully got up, and he heard the fridge door opening and closing, then two bottle caps falling on the counter. She walked back in and handed him his next one as she settled down with her last one.

Her bare feet were on the coffee table again and he found them just as intriguing and enjoyable as the rest of the movie, which took them over three hours to finish. It was paused and rewound, laughed over and then certain parts were watched again.

After Scully left and he cleaned up the bottles and caps, he made a vow to always have some type of alcohol on hand for future movie nights. He liked hearing from her, and if it took a little liquid courage to loosen her tongue, he wanted it there for her.

He turned out the lights, laid down on the couch, and thought of her purple painted toenails. Smiling, he turned onto his side, determined to discover what the next color choice would be. Hopefully, he would at the next movie night.

Maybe next time he should bring some whiskey. Just in case …