#claire september mourning

[can-of-pringles]

Her face is killing me

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September Bitties

Introducing the newest set of bitties to join QHAC for September!

Applewood (Cheesetale Asriel) Named for their smoky scent, Applewood bitties are primarily pale yellow-furred bitties with orange splotches all over their body in a cou clair pattern. They also have hair in addition to fur, which is more orange than blonde though it does feature some pale yellow patches here and there. With most Applewoods being young, they either do not have horns or are only starting to have their horns grow in. They are soft-hearted but not good judges of character, willing to trust those who shouldn't be trusted. These young Applewoods aren't quite masters of fire magic yet, able to only create smoke which they will use either for dramatic entry or to hide when they're feeling shy (in some cases even both). The older ones often develop a more solid frame reminiscent of their fathers' side, though not quite as tall when they hit adulthood. An Applewood's favorite food generally tends to be cheese tarts with honey, though there are some variants; others prefer cheddar-baked biscuits instead.

Friulano (Cheesetale Flowey) Easily the tallest of the Pocket Flowey types at a whopping four inches tall, Friulanos are recognized via their pale yellowish-white petals, thick stem, and sturdy leaves. Due to their sturdy nature, they can go long periods without eating or drinking should they happen to wind up out in the wild for whatever reason. They have a faint nutty smell to them reminiscent of hazelnuts, and typically a rather down-to-earth sort of personality. However, they tend to get quite angry and resentful when disappointed; their anger comes out in snappish remarks and petty albeit often personal insults. They can be pacified with cheesy offerings, especially of their namesake, though they strongly dislike anything with visible mold in it or on it (such as blue cheeses) and equally non-receptive to sour-scented or sour-flavored food. Friulano types can't exactly cook, but they'll never refuse a good grilled cheese. These bitties also prefer to be mobile, though it's recommended to keep an eye on them as they possess trouble-making tendencies.

Swirls (Megalosomnia Sans) Extremely intelligent and ambitious, these bitties often tend to be workaholics. They are incapable of sleeping, resulting in perpetual exhaustion yet despite their best efforts they aren't capable of taking naps quite so easily as other Sans types (something which they are secretly envious of). Like many others, they have a very close relationship with their brothers and will ensure said sibling's happiness regardless of what measures they might have to take. Swirls bitties have quite potent hypnosis magic which they will utilize frequently unless told otherwise (and sometimes even if they are told, if they feel that their brother is in danger). They can hold multiple monsters under their thrall at once, though not quite so many as their larger counterpart. Swirls bitties do have an air of superiority that can rub other bitties the wrong way at times, but to their credit they do have the confidence as well as the knowledge to back it up. Swirls types have a rather macabre sense of humor, and rarely make puns.

Gene (Megalosomnia Papyrus) Well-versed in political matters and quite competent in quelling conflicts that escalate into physical fights, Gene bitties are quite strong. They don't sleep much, but more so than their brothers. However, they don't spend as much time together with said brothers as other Papyrus types might due to their brothers being workaholics (which often results in Gene bitties becoming quite lonely and mourning about how busy their brothers are). Despite their strength, these Bittybones are still averse to using violence when they can avoid it and will often instead separate the two parties via whatever means necessary until they can calm down and won't hesitate to use blue magic to achieve this feat. They also tend to be worriers, especially when it comes to their brothers' welfare, and while not the greatest of cooks they won't hesitate to bring their brothers meals if they skip out for whatever reason. It's not uncommon for Genes to be quite fond of dogs.

(Megalosomnia belongs to @megalommi on Tumblr, go check them out for more info on the AU!)

[mourning-star-daily-comet]

UPDATE: the offical police report of the wilson/claire case has finally been released. i'll link it here, but i don't think it explains everything, since a good amount of the details have come from witnesses and locals that havent been contacted by the authorities regarding the story. so, for continuities sake, i'm gonna give a final summary on here before i close out their case on this blog.

the timeline i've put together relies partially on an official statement released by claire (who still refuses to provide a last name to the public, and has no official documents connecting her to any identity living in mourning star), who has initiative to lie. however, i matched her story up as many other sources as i could, so i'm pretty confident on this being correct but just keep that in mind.

after meeting him in september at a party, she and nicholas began spending a lot of time together. claire states that he faced severe struggles with his mental health including attachment issues- he was "so sad, all the time. he couldn't stand to be alone. i didn't know why."

claire had always had many dreams of what she calls 'a bigger life', which she often told him about but he did not share. but due in part to his anxious attachment disorder, she was eventually able to convince him to run away with her so they could be 'together, away from their small town', as she claims.

the details are fuzzy at this point, as she seems to contradict herself often in regards to the actual murder, but she claims she had reason to believe that Sears was attempting to attack her, and that she alone acted on self-defense. there are no witnesses to this other than nicholas who is not providing a statement; however, the lack of a murder weapon points to the idea that it was not premeditated, as the death was caused by sudden blunt force trauma.

she then claims that, very soon after the murder, Wilson started to fall sick and needed lots of treatment. this allegedly led claire into a cycle of systematic robberies, which she used to 'care for him'. this is also proven by the fact that he was found to be suffering from an unknown illness, in addition to his various injuries, upon rescue. she also claims that she stole a car belonging to a local, who does not want to be named at this time, because nicholas's had been crashed and the winter was too harsh for them to survive in the cold.

her story then details their living in the woods and how he was "barely concious through the whole thing. like- [she didn't] even think he realized he wasn't at home". this leads officials to believe that the entirety of their time spent running from the police was planned and carried out by claire, without wilson's discreton at all.

when questioned about his injuries, she states that she returned to the car they had been staying in to suddenly find him in his current condition. from there, she tried to drive him to the hospital, but he alledgedly attempted to climb out of the moving car. "he had been hallucinating the past few weeks. i think it was from fever, or dehydration? something. probably a mix of things. but he'd been really sick. [...] i think he saw something and left [the car], i found him away from it. i really don't know what happened." she never mentioned any plan of hurting him in her confession.

nicholas, however, has refused to speak on his side. he has recently been discharged from the hospital, but despite being questioned he has not made any statements.

so there you go, that's all i know. if you have any last questions, you can ask me, but i'm not sure how many more answers i can give.

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Led Zeppelin Lullabies

Led Zeppelin Lullabies https://ift.tt/onRTFMh by SlytherinDemigod18 He’s been building funeral pyres since he was four years old and his world went up in flames. This, somehow, is worse.  Words: 7342, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jack Kline, Claire Novak Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Jack Kline & Dean Winchester, Jack Kline & Sam Winchester, Castiel & Jack Kline Additional Tags: Post-Episode: s12e23 All Along the Watchtower (Supernatural), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Baby Jack Kline, Castiel is Jack Kline's Parent, Dean Winchester is Jack Kline's Parent, Sam Winchester is Jack Kline's Parent, Dean Winchester is Sam Winchester's Parent, Jack Kline and Claire Novak are Siblings, Grief/Mourning, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Dean's Top 13 Zepp Traxx Mixtape, Internalized Homophobia, Bad Parent John Winchester, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Dean Winchester's Season 13 Widower Arc, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/FJ8hUSB September 13, 2024 at 11:43AM

[love-bokumono-fics]

Fresh Crops! September 9 - 15, 2024

This week's newest fics and chapter updates for Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons on AO3!

Runaway - by almakazam; WIP, 11/?, 100k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Categories: F/M, Gen, Other Fandoms: Back To Nature, Friends of Mineral Town, DS Cute Relationships: Claire the Farmer/Kai, Claire the Farmer & Kai; Characters: Claire the Farmer, Kai, Pete | Jack, Marlin | Matthew, Pony | Aya | Jill, Popuri, Gray, Mary the Librarian | Marie, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran, Cliff, Karen, Rick, Elli | Elly, Doctor | Trent Additional Tags: Runaway, Drama & Romance, Romance, Family Drama, Family Issues, Slow Burn, Double Life, Heir & Heiress, Childhood Trauma, Past Character Death, Based On Original Harvest Moon Games, Arranged Marriage, Forced Marriage, Near Death Experiences, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Strangers to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Character Development, Slice of Life, 1990s, Light Angst, Friendship, Developing Friendships, Character Study, Smoking, Cruise Ships, Shipwrecks, tags will be added as I go, im sorry i cant decide on the proper tags, harvest moon for girls Summary: Claire has always played the part of the perfect daughter, but behind the façade lies years of control and frustration. It all finally comes to a head when her father ends her engagement and arranges a new marriage to a man she doesn't know, ultimately pushing her to run away. Little did she know that her new groom-to-be is also planning his own escape.

A Story of Seasons: The Story of Jill | Volume II: Summer - by Celeste_Adia; WIP, 19/22, 122k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Categories: F/M, Gen Fandoms: DS Cute, Friends of Mineral Town, A Wonderful Life Characters: Pony | Aya | Jill, Takakura, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran, Kai, Witch Princess, Harvest Sprites, Cliff, Gray, Popuri, Pete | Jack, Lumina, Muffy | Molly, Harvest Goddess Gaia Additional Tags: I'm Bad At Tagging, Grief/Mourning, Past Character Death, Friends to Lovers, Falling In Love, First Love, Five Stages of Grief, Family Issues, Family Fluff, Past Relationship(s), Best Friends, Summer Romance, Slow Burn, Bad Parenting, Loss of Parent(s), Parent-Child Relationship, Death in Childbirth Summary: Months have passed since Jill began her new life in Forget-Me-Not Valley. Summer is here, and residents are preparing for festivals and the return of familiar faces from Mineral Town, including the arrival of Kai, an easygoing traveler who plans to stay for the season. Caught up in the festivities, Jill entangles herself with him and other Mineral Town folk, which can be quite a distraction from farm work. Meanwhile, the third anniversary of Jack's passing looms near, forcing his loved ones, especially his widowed wife Juliet, to reminisce on their past with him and continue to find reasons to move forward. Drought plagues the valley, causing farming to become more strenuous… And dangerous. Despite the hauntings of the past and the increasing intensity of the summer heat, Jill is determined to keep her head up and endure through her least favorite time of the year, no matter what it takes.

Tumblr Posts for A Wonderful Life Characters - by actaeoncross; WIP, 56/?, 70k

Rating: Not Rated; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi Fandoms: A Wonderful Life Relationship: Multiple Characters x Reader; Characters: Celia | Seperia | Cecilia, Cody | Gordy, Daryl, Flora, Gustafa, Lumina, Marlin | Mash | Matthew, Muffy | Molly, Nami, Rock, Reader Summary: A collection of Tumblr posts for A Wonderful Life Characters x Reader prompts.

Burning Gold - by AppleBeryll; WIP, 13/?, 33k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandom: Friends of Mineral Town Relationships: Claire the Farmer/Gray, Gray/Mary the Librarian | Marie, Claire the Farmer/Rick, Karen/Rick, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran/Cliff, Kai/Popuri; Characters: Kai, Claire, Cliff, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran, Doug | Dudley, Rick, Popuri, Saibara, Karen, Mineral Town Residents, Gray Additional Tags: Slow Burn Summary: Claire seeks a new life, will mineral town be what she's hoping for?

[classic-toxic-medicine]

September 16

I found pictures of my little girl all grown up.

They were in her obituary.

She looks so much like her mother. A shame really since her mother was a nasty witch even if she was beautiful. She still has my nose and my smile though.

I wish I could have been there for her. That is my biggest regret. However, Mann Co. has a habit of taking things that don't belong to it and claiming them as its own.

God, I miss her, my darling Claire.

I wanted to name her Charlotte, but her mother chose Claire... Still, at least her middle name was Charlotte, a compromise.

I mourn heavily for what could have been, and for what is.

"What if" truly is the saddest phrase in the English language.

Because what if I had never left? Would she still be here? Alive and well?

Would I have known my grandchildren?

Addendum: I will not seek them out. It would be too weird.

[antonio-velardo]

Antonio Velardo shares: The 343 Reasons a Small Town in Ireland Mourns on Sept. 11 by Claire Fahy

By Claire Fahy Kinsale, an Irish fishing village, is home to a 9/11 memorial honoring the firefighters who were killed in New York that day. Published: September 11, 2023 at 03:00AM from NYT New York https://ift.tt/dDhcp0w via IFTTT

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Liz After the Agency (September 2012 - September 2014)

So, Liz is spiraling. Her mental health isn’t doing great. And she was just asked to leave The Agency (presumably to take care of herself, although the public reason given was for her to start a solo career). Things are bad.

However, in the darkness, there’s always a light. And the light for Liz, in this case is her neighbor, Bryan Brown.

24 September 2012 - Liz and Bryan tweet at each other for the first time:

17  October 2012 - Taylor writes This Love:

Now, this COULD be about Liz, considering the back and forth. However, I’m more inclined to believe Taylor wrote this about Swiftgron’s first break up, right after they got back together, which you can read more about here. 

The same day, Liz makes a vague tweet about jealousy:

It’s crazy weird to me that the same day Taylor is celebrating getting back together with Dianna and writing This Love, Liz is pissed off and jealous about something. Coincidence? Maybe. But I don’t think so.

22 October 2012 - Red is released. According to a later interview with the photographer who did the Red booklet (who happens to be Liz’s current roommate), Taylor based the concept of the photoshoot on some headshots they’d taken for Liz: 

“Taylor is a mutual friend of ours. Stephen and his brother were friends with her years before, and I became friends with her separately. What ended up happening was one of her background singers needed headshots. When Taylor saw them a few months later, she came to me and was like, “Liz showed me the shots you took of her, and I need my album to look exactly like that.” Clearly, this was a no-brainer. I said, “OK!” Before then, I’d been kind of burned out on music photography. A lot of the shoots were super controlling. I needed a new perspective on the field itself and wanted future shoots to be very free-flowing — just the artist and a minimum crew. Luckily for Stephen and me, that’s exactly how Taylor presented the Red album shoot. So it was just the three of us shooting everything together. She wanted everybody else to remain off set, allowing for a more personal and intimate experience.”

So, I don’t know why Taylor did this. Maybe she wanted to look like a hipster for the Red album and Liz was the best she knew. Or, maybe, she wanted to scream to those who knew her well that this album was about LIZ HUETT. 

In this series of Liz headshots, there’s also one specific photo of Liz wearing the Stevie Nicks moon necklace that Taylor possibly gave to her:

Is this possibly one of the reasons why Taylor wanted to mimic them for the Red album? 

Later that day, Taylor goes on Good Morning America and says she wrote a new song “like two days ago” (probably talking about This Love?)

And after that, Taylor tells the LA Times that Begin Again and State of Grace are about the same person:

“There were a few track list choices I knew I was going to make way in advance,” she said. “I knew I wanted to bookend the album with ‘State of Grace’ and ‘Begin Again’ because they’re inspired by the same person who inspired a few songs on the record. I wanted to start and end the album with the first and last song I ever wrote about that relationship.”

“Then in between those songs, I wanted to paint a picture of the ups and downs I’ve experienced in life and love, not necessarily in the order it happened chronologically,” Swift continued. “I like to spread the emotions out in a way that never makes you feel like there’s a sad lull, then a burst of four songs in a row about joy. At the end of the day, I make a track list based on what my gut feeling tells me.” ‘Begin Again’ is my song version of a cliffhanger ending. Throughout the whole album, there have been songs about the trials and tribulations of love and loss, and there at the end of the record it starts all over. As soon as I wrote that song, I knew exactly where I wanted to put it.”

Now, I don’t think this means Begin Again is about Liz. I think it means that Liz is the past relationship in the song, and Dianna is the present. And Liz actually has a song called “Good About Her” that kind of mirrors Begin Again and I find that HILARIOUS and also kind of a smoking gun.

26 October 2012 -Taylor goes on Katie Couric. Katie asks if Taylor’s ex in WANEGBT got the message and Taylor says she “hasn’t heard from him since” and also mentions “some of my exes like to write really long emails.” Now, if the song is about Liz, this is a lie, because she definitely did get lunch with Liz after WANEGBT came out. However, I think it’s fair that what she’s hinting here is that things did not end well in that messy relationship.

25 October 2012 - Liz quote tweets Caitlin about crying on the treadmill to All Too Well :

8 November 2012 - Liz releases Never Know on YouTube:

The lyrics that make me think this is about Taylor are the “now and then I catch myself singing your old song.” ESPECIALLY in the context of that treadmill tweet and Liz probably having written this during her Nashville sessions over the summer. However, it could also be about Jason, who, as we know, was a struggling musician before he became a photographer.

18 November 2012 - Taylor shoots the MV for IKYWT, wears the same black and white shirt she wore around when Liz first joined the band. Liz calls the news of her leaving the Agency “bittersweet.”

And “bittersweet” is the exact same phrasing that around a week later Taylor would say the ex who most of Red is about used to describe listening to the album:

19 November 2012 - Ali Puliti tweets about listening to two Liz demos -- Blessed Are the Brokenhearted and Dammit, meaning this song, which wouldn’t be released until 2018, was likely written during those summer 2012 songwriting sessions:

When the song was eventually released by Jana Kramer in 2018, Liz posted this on Facebook:

The song also notably contains the lyric “cause I could hear you in the kitchen, playing your guitar” which REALLY REALLY makes me think of Taylor. Although it could maybe be for Jason, who was also a musician.

Here’s the story Liz told about the song:

“‘Dammit’, actually, was a story that I lived out. Like, I was with somebody I was, you know, getting very serious. We were talking about starting a life together and we even had this house, like, picked out in the city where we lived and we would drive by it and be like ‘one day when we buy that house’. And, so, when we broke up, the pain of, like, saying goodbye was really, you know, really intense, but it was also mourning the loss of the hypothetical future. So, it was like saying goodbye to the past memories and stuff, sort of what we almost had and that’s where that song came from. So, honestly, I didn’t write it for anyone else, but myself, truly. But, um, it’s beautiful that music has such a way of resonating with someone who might not even know and they connect with it so much that another artist would want to sing it. It’s such a high compliment.”  

And here’s a quick clip of Liz singing it. So, seems like a Jason song, if not for the fact that she wrote it almost a year after they broke up and kept it hidden for years before eventually giving it to another artist.

13 December 2012 - Taylor’s birthday. Liz does not wish her happy birthday. This, to me, is the biggest evidence that there’s some amount of bad blood between them at this point.

14 December 2012 - The Music Video for IKYWT comes out. Taylor wears a shirt she wore a LOT when TayLiz was first a thing in 2009. She also wears a key necklace, which will be important later.

17 December 2012 - Liz posts a picture from Claire’s birthday party using a picture without Taylor in it (even though it seems fair to assume Taylor would’ve been invited).

20 December 2012 - Liz tells a fan her favorite song from Red is All Too Well:

21 December 2012 - Liz wishes Claire happy birthday. Further signaling bad blood with her and Taylor since she didn’t bother to do it for Taylor.

9 January 2013 - Liz releases Blessed Are the Brokenhearted:

Here she describes love as “burning up out of control” which is the same phrase Taylor used on Red -- “burning red” -- and Begin Again -- “I’ve been spending the last eight months thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end.” Also, the idea of love as an out of control flame really does describe their relationship.

20 January 2013 - Liz releases One Hand on the Wheel:

Here, much like in Red, Liz describes a relationship using the metaphor of a car. The relationship is messy, maybe even toxic. There’s even a lyric that sounds like it could be out of treacherous: “Being wrong shouldn’t feel so right like it does / But it does.”

22 January 2013 - Liz releases Wreck of Who I Am.

This is the song that is the strongest evidence for me that Liz WAS going through some mental health stuff over the summer when she was doing all this songwriting, and that that Reddit post about running into a drunk Liz who said she was fired for being “out of control” seems somewhat accurate. Here Liz sings about her battles, the way she’s losing them, and asks her younger self what she would think if she saw her now.

I’m not going to go into too much detail on Liz and Bryan (since unlike her and Jason there’s no need to use them to say much about TayLiz) but, despite his flaws, he was the person to pick Liz up off the ground when she was feeling this way, so he should get some credit for that.

Sometime around this - Liz releases Stones. Similar upbeat nature to Blessed Are the Brokenhearted with mentions to some of the struggles of Wreck of Who I Am.

Choice Lyrics:

When you’re knocked off your throne And lying on your back Things will never be so clear Cause when you see it all like that Sooner or later it comes around Yeah we all taste that bitter truth But all the stones you’re throwing now Will be the ones they throw at you

Also with these batch of songs, we get Sun Out of the Rain:

So baby, hold on, the storm will roll away It may be pouring down, but it’s only for today A million pieces might be falling into place And when there are no words to say We’ll make the sun out of the rain

29 January 2013 - Chantelle Paige posts a picture of Liz and Taylor and talks about a “sad night turned awesome.” Once again, I think this is a throwback from that night in 2012.

2 April 2013 - Liz goes to therapy. Her and Bryan are dating at this point.

2 September 2013 - Liz tells a fan on twitter that she hasn’t been to any of the Red shows, which to me definitely backs up that fan account of Liz being bitter about being fired.

23 December 2013 - Liz wishes Taylor Happy Birthday. This seems like a peace offering to me, considering they haven’t spoken in like a year and she refused to do this the earlier year. Also worth noting that Swiftgron is on its last legs at this point.

1 March 2014 - Sara Evans releases Put My Heart Down, which was co-written by Liz and is about walking away from a toxic relationship:

Now, from what I know of Liz and Jason, this doesn’t seem like their dynamic at all. It’s too soon for it to be about her and Bryan However, it does remind me a LOT of what Taylor was writing about on Red. Her are some choice lyrics:

I never pictured us fighting this much Thought we were figured out, but it’s so messy now Your words cut so deep and I think you should leave

Put my heart down and walk away This kind of love is dangerous So pack up all your things, just leave some air to breathe A million toxic tears fallin’ like rain over here This is the final hour The end of our story tonight And I don’t wanna fight

Now, please go listen to Treacherous, Battle/Let’s Go and Story of Us and tell me this is not the same relationship.

Bonus though, this song is copyrighted for 2014, making it make even LESS SENSE for it to be written about Bryan. 

17 July 2014 -  Timothy James Brown releases a song called Change My Mind that was co-written by Liz. I’m out of video links, so here are some choice lyrics:

All the horses became soldiers Dark as night to drag me away A complicated kind of heartbreak When you promise somebody you’ll stay

I know you’ve been hurting I know more than most I don’t have the courage Where you’re going, I can’t follow

To me, this reads as Liz making peace with leaving the Agency. She recognizes her demons, and how they ruined her relationship with Taylor, and says “where you’re going, I can’t follow” because she’s not in a good enough place to keep touring with Taylor.

So things are looking bleak in TayLiz land. However, Liz seems to be recovering! She’s writing songs acknowledging some problems in the relationship and her own battles, and she’s also in therapy and dating Bryan. It’s time for some reconciliation. But first, let’s see what’s up in Taylor-land:

Liz References on the Red Tour

[psychecoffee]

Reintroduction

I’ve been quite inactive the last year admittedly, and some things have changed, so I feel I should reintroduce myself.

I’m Lonnie, gender is a social construct, and I’m going to be studying Mental Health Nursing at University this September. So I might become a bit of a studyblr to get my adhd ass into gear. Or I might become a bit of a ghost again ;;

I’m currently a rather unproductive writerblr, which in part was not my fault since my iPad decided to hide all my wips for 4 damned months. Seriously I cried when I could redownload my wips again, which my mum found to be quite a funny sight.

My wips are:

Dager, which I feel is like my unruly child which won’t let me concentrate on it when I am in front of my damn iPad or any writing utensil. Within this universe I am writing a sort of prequel currently entitled ‘The Sound’ which is supposed to be a metaphor for the sound of mourning and how grief leaves an echo. I feel that theme is so prevalent within Dager and TS that I have to admit that they have the same feeling, and even if both the main characters have experienced it in different ways, the feel of it is the same. These are my most psychological intensive books, so it’s taking me a bit longer to write them. It is safe to say these are not YA novels, and are at the core crime novels.

Rerum (the Aenir Prophesies) which include three books (including a very important prequel) that scream at me from all ends before I can even begin completing chapter six of the first book!! The first two books focuses on a prominent group of individuals in the mist of a ‘plague’ (referred to as a ‘misery’), and the deep desire to destroy the group who created it. It is full of deceit and secrets, and the small loneliness that draws the group together. The prequel focuses on the Heir of Aenir, whom is glanced upon in the original books, and is based about a decade after them, and deeply focuses on the Heir trying to prove herself capable of her title.

And Death Defies Zir, which is an anthology of stories from the afterlife, and the organisation that helps run it. Honestly half of them are emotionally exasperated or repressed assholes. Green Light is another small wip, based on a sweet lesbian giant of a women going through her first heartbreak, trying to find her footing in the world of medicine while trying to discover her passion in life. Honestly I turn to GL whenever I’m feeling particularly sad or uncertain, which I do feel reflects quite well on the feelings on the POV.

I’ve decided to put ‘Dager’ on hold for a bit, as I feel somewhat inexperienced to truly write Maeve’s and Christians story, with how psychologically rich it is. While I say that I am still writing TS, which by extension means I’m still getting the foundations up for both the novels. They both involve the same killer, however that individual is never the frontline of either novels. Instead both novels focus on the emotional chaos that is left in the wake.

Books I love include: Howls Moving Castle (Sophie and Howls relationship is base line chaotic and I live for it), Jane Eyre (because I’m a simple soul that loves independent women and wild fools like Rochester), Pride and Prejudice- really anything by Jane Auster (its the FOOLS I tell you!!), The Great Gatsby (because be bi and do crime- also I am an absolute mad lad for unreliable narrators), the Lincoln Rhyme books (I never have gotten over how stella Denzel Washington and Jolie were in the movies), and anything by Maria V. Snyder, Trudi Canavan and Cassandra Claire. Seriously I go especially feral if Maria V. Snyder’s Poison Study is mentioned because uGH intelligent FOOOOOLS 💕👌🏻

I also play interactive fiction such as: The Wayhaven Chronicles (and it is not an understatement when I say I am a FOOL for them!!), Breach: The Archangel Job (ugh gosh my heart and mind and ugh everything about this game is fantastic and intellectually gratifying), and The Soul Stone War (I am feral for all the characters, I would simply die for them- they’re all so damn loveable and funny, but if anyone simply touched my Mare I would surely deck them).

Random rubbish about me: I’m chaotic good (which explains a lot), I love coffee and herbal tea and hot chocolate, don’t ask me which is my favourite it changes all the time, I love cats an insane amount, I love horror films and binge watching series (currently binging Grey’s Anatomy and Criminal Minds- both for the first time), and I absolutely cannot watch or read anything sad. I’d say I was passive aggressive but I’m too passive to be aggressive haha. I am a simple chaotic creature.

[can-of-pringles]

SHE CALLS HER SEPS??

[bountyofbeads]

Transgender Woman Found Burned Beyond Recognition in Florida, Officials Say https://nyti.ms/2LWvjcW

Eighteen trans Black women have been murdered this year. Most were under 30.

SAY THEIR NAMES:

Dana. Jazzaline. Ashanti. Claire

Muhlaysia. Michelle. Paris.

Chynal. Chanel. Zoe. Brooklyn.

Denali. Kiki. Jordan. Pebbles.

Tracy. Bailey. Bee.

The Senate must pass The Equality Act and reauthorize the Violence Against Women Act.

We have to find ways to end the bigotry that leads to this violence.

Read more below:

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Transgender Woman Found Burned Beyond Recognition in Florida, Officials Say

Bee Love Slater was the 18th transgender person known to have been killed in the United States this year, according to the Human Rights Campaign.

By Mariel Padilla and Neil Vigdor | Published Sept. 14, 2019 | New York Times | Posted September 16, 2019 |

The body of a black transgender woman, said by the authorities to have been burned beyond recognition, was found inside an abandoned car in Florida.

The victim, Bee Love Slater, 23, was the 18th transgender person known to have been killed in the United States this year, according to Human Rights Campaign, a civil rights organization that tracks anti-transgender violence.

The authorities had to use dental records to identify her after she was found on Sept. 4 just outside of Clewiston, Fla., a city on the southwest side of Lake Okeechobee, Steve Whidden, the Hendry County sheriff, said Saturday night in an interview.

Sheriff Whidden said investigators were treating the case as a homicide, but had not uncovered any evidence to suggest that the killing was a hate crime.

“We don’t have anything that would show that it’s a hate crime right now,” he said. “We possibly have a motive, but I can’t say what that is at this time.”

The authorities are examining a series of social media posts directed at Ms. Slater before her death, according to Sheriff Whidden, who said that while they were not direct threats, they wished harm on Ms. Slater.

“There were some Facebook posts made — that this person needs to die,” said Sheriff Whidden, who would not elaborate on whether posts were made by an individual or more than one person because of the ongoing investigation.

“There are more questions than we have answers,” said Jackson Jackson, a friend of Ms. Slater’s.

Advocates for lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender crime victims said Ms. Slater’s death was part of what they described as an alarming spate of violence against transgender people.

The Human Rights Campaign said she was the 18th transgender person to have died by violent means so far this year. In 2018, advocates tracked at least 26 such deaths, the majority of whom were black transgender women.

“These victims are not numbers — they were people with hopes and dreams, loved ones and communities who will miss them every day,” the group said on Twitter after Ms. Slater’s death.

Another friend, Shaq Bailey, said he was heartbroken at the news of Ms. Slater’s death. “She did nothing but smile and have a positive vibe,” he said. “Nobody who knew her would say bad things about her.”

Janet Taylor, a former longtime Hendry County commissioner, said on Saturday that the death jolted the tight-knit city of Clewiston, which is about 65 miles west of West Palm Beach.

“That’s the feel of the community, that this is really a hate crime,” Ms. Taylor said. “Sexual preferences — we can’t be judgmental about that. Our community just wants justice done for her family.”

Ms. Taylor, who is the founder of Glades Lives Matter, a community action group, said Ms. Slater was not from the immediate area and was believed to be from Pahokee, Fla., which is about 30 miles from Clewiston.

“She didn’t deserve what she got,” Ms. Taylor said.

The American Medical Association called violence against transgender people an “epidemic” and voted at a conference in June to adopt new policies to help prevent this violence.

“According to available tracking, fatal anti-transgender violence in the U.S. is on the rise and most victims were black transgender women,” Bobby Mukkamala, an association board member, said in a statement.

The new policies include educating people on the disproportionate number of fatal attacks on black transgender women and supporting a standardized database of hate crimes.

“The number of victims could be even higher due to underreporting, and better data collection by law enforcement is needed to create strategies that will prevent anti-transgender violence,” Dr. Mukkamala said.

Another friend of Ms. Slater’s, Dezmond Bass, said: “She lived in a small town where everyone knew everyone, and it made it easier for her to be targeted. You should be able to be who you want to be without being discriminated against, and we are doing all that we can to make sure she gets justice.”

Violence Against the Transgender Community in 2019

Published by Human Rights Campaign | Posted September 16, 2019 |

In 2018, advocates tracked at least 26 deaths of transgender people in the U.S. due to fatal violence, the majority of whom were Black transgender women. These victims were killed by acquaintances, partners and strangers, some of whom have been arrested and charged, while others have yet to be identified. Some of these cases involve clear anti-transgender bias. In others, the victim’s transgender status may have put them at risk in other ways, such as forcing them into unemployment, poverty, homelessness and/or survival sex work.

While the details of these cases differ, it is clear that fatal violence disproportionately affects transgender women of color, and that the intersections of racism, sexism, homophobia, biphobia and transphobia conspire to deprive them of employment, housing, healthcare and other necessities, barriers that make them vulnerable. HRC Foundation’s “Dismantling a Culture of Violence” report demonstrates how anti-transgender stigma, denial of opportunity and increased risk factors compound to create a culture of violence -- and provides clear ways that each of us can directly make an impact to make our society a safer place for transgender people.

As is too often the case in the reporting of anti-transgender violence, many of these victims are misgendered in local police statements and media reports, which can delay our awareness of deadly incidents. In the pursuit of greater accuracy and respect for transgender and gender expansive people in both life and death, HRC offers guidelines for journalists and others who report on transgender people.

Sadly, 2019 has already seen at least 18 transgender people fatally shot or killed by other violent means. As HRC continues to work toward justice and equality for transgender people, we mourn those we have lost:

Dana Martin, 31, a Black transgender woman, was fatally shot in Montgomery, Alabama, on January 6. Reports stated that she was found in a roadside ditch in her vehicle and pronounced dead at the scene. Daroneshia Duncan-Boyd, an Alabama-based trans advocate, said that “she was a person that was loved by many.”

Jazzaline Ware, a Black transgender woman, was found dead in her Memphis apartment in March. Her death is being investigated as a homicide, according to The Advocate.  “Our community in Memphis is mourning the death of Jazzaline Ware, a Black trans woman and beloved friend,” said the Transgender Law Center in a press release. Further details are unknown as of May 31, 2019.

Ashanti Carmon, 27, a Black transgender woman, was fatally shot in Prince George's County, Maryland, on March 30. “Until I leave this Earth, I’m going to continue on loving her in my heart, body, and soul,” said Philip Williams, Carmon’s fiancé. “She did not deserve to leave this Earth so early, especially in the way that she went out.

Claire Legato, 21, a Black transgender woman, was fatally shot in Cleveland on April 15. Local media reports that Legato was shot in the head after an argument broke out between her mother and the suspect. She was taken to a nearby hospital and died from her injuries on May 14. Friends and family took to social media to mourn Legato’s death, remembering her as someone who was “full of life.”

Muhlaysia Booker, 23, a Black transgender woman, was fatally shot in Dallas on May 18. Local media reported that Booker was found dead, lying face down with a gunshot wound near a golf course in east Dallas. In April, Booker was viciously attacked in what Dallas Mayor Mike Rawlings described as “mob violence.” Officers say that there is no indication as of May 20, 2019, that the April attack is linked to Booker’s killing.

Michelle 'Tamika' Washington, 40, a Black transgender woman, was fatally shot in Philadelphia on May 19. Police responded to reports of shots fired in North Philadelphia’s Franklinville neighborhood, according to the Philadelphia Gay News. Washington, who was also known by the name Tameka, was found with several gunshot wounds and transported to Temple University Hospital, where she was pronounced dead. She is remembered by friends and loved ones as a beloved sister and “gay mother.”

Paris Cameron, 20, a Black transgender woman, was among three people killed in a horrific anti-LGBTQ shooting in a home in Detroit on May 25, according to local reports. Alunte Davis, 21, and Timothy Blancher, 20, two gay men, were found dead at the scene and Cameron was taken to the hospital, where she died from her injuries. Two other victims were also shot but survived. “This case illustrates the mortal danger faced by members of Detroit’s LGBTQ community, including transgender women of color," Fair Michigan President Alanna Maguire said.

Chynal Lindsey, 26, a Black transgender woman, was found dead in White Rock Lake, Dallas, with signs of “homicidal violence” on June 1, according to police. The Dallas Police Department has reached out to federal law enforcement to aid in the investigation. As of June 4, no further details were are available

Chanel Scurlock, 23, a Black transgender woman, was found fatally shot in Lumberton, North Carolina, on June 6. Few details are yet public about the crime, but police told a local news outlet they have “great leads” in their investigation. “RIP baby,” wrote a friend on Facebook. “You [lived] your life as you wanted. I’m proud of you for being unapologetically correct about your feelings and expectations of YOU.”

Zoe Spears, 23, a Black transgender woman, was found lying in the street with signs of trauma near Eastern Avenue in Fairmount Heights, Maryland, and later pronounced dead on June 13, according to local reports. “She was my daughter -- very bright and very full of life,” transgender advocate Ruby Corado, the founder and executive director of Casa Ruby, told HRC. “Casa Ruby was her home. Right now, we just want her and her friends and the people who knew her to know that she’s loved.”

Brooklyn Lindsey, 32, a Black transgender woman, was found dead on the front porch of an abandoned home in Kansas City, Missouri, on June 25, according to local news reports. “I love you, Brooklyn Lindsey,” wrote a friend on Twitter. “I shall live on for you. Rest in power, sista.”

Denali Berries Stuckey, 29, a Black transgender woman, was found fatally shot in North Charleston, South Carolina, on July 20. “I lost my best friend, first cousin,” wrote a family member on Facebook. “We were more than cousin. We were like brother and sisters. I love you so much, Pooh.”

Kiki Fantroy, 21, a Black transgender woman, was fatally shot in Miami on July 31. Fantroy’s mother remembered her as having “a heart of gold” and being “a very loving person.” She also pleaded for justice for her daughter, saying, “My baby, my baby. Please help bring justice to my baby.”

Jordan Cofer, 22, was among the nine victims killed in a mass shooting in Dayton, Ohio, on August 4. While Cofer was only out to a handful of close friends and used the pronouns he/him/his on his social media profiles, he is remembered by friends as “extremely bright” and “well-liked.” A friend told Splinter News that “Jordan was probably one of the sweetest people you would ever meet, a true saint, but he was also very scared constantly. He tried to give the best to everyone.”

Pebbles LaDime “Dime” Doe, 24, a Black transgender woman, was killed in Allendale County, South Carolina, on August 4. She was found dead in a car parked in a driveway, according to reports. Doe’s friends and family remembered her as having a “bright personality,” and being someone who “showed love” and who was “the best to be around.” 

Tracy Single, 22, a Black transgender woman, was killed in Houston on July 30. “Rest in power and peace Tracy,” wrote Monica Roberts, Houston-based transgender advocate. “You were taken away from us way too soon.”

Bailey Reeves, 17, a Black transgender teen, was fatally shot in Baltimore, Maryland, on September 2. As of September 6, little is known about the circumstances surrounding her death. Reeves is the 17th known trans person killed this year. 

Bee Love Slater, 23, was brutally murdered in Clewiston, Florida, on September 4. Slater is remembered by loved ones as someone "with a really, really sweet heart" who "never harmed anyone." 

Additionally, HRC is deeply concerned about the deaths of Johana ‘Joa’ Medina and Layleen Polanco, whose stories we are following closely. Medina, 25, died at a hospital in El Paso, Texas just hours after being released from ICE custody. She suffered severe health complications that went untreated while she was in detention, according to Diversidad Sin Fronteras. Her exact cause of death is not yet known. Polanco was found dead in a cell at Riker's Island on June 7. 

[mybeautifuldecay]

Private Tutor. Chapter Twenty-Two; Turquoise, Emerald, Topaz.

It’s back! Sorry it’s taken me so long to get this out, for those who’ve been waiting. Work has started back and I’ve been buried under a mass of new schemes of learning.

Massive thanks to @suhailauniverse who helps me with everything ever and to @gotham-ruaidh who is the reason this happened in the first place.

MASTER LIST: for those who’d like a recap, re-read or just other chapters <3

The flat seemed incredibly quiet as Claire sipped her glass of water. Jamie had popped out with Murtagh to a wholesalers to restock and she’d been given some time by herself. She’d started by re-reading some of the introduction books she’d be studying come September but as time passed and the clock on the mantle grew louder, she’d lost her ability to concentrate. Right next to the clock sat a couple of photographs - one was of Jamie with his mum, standing next to the university. Murtagh and Brian had joined them on the trip just before Jamie started his course. The other was a grainy photo. It had obviously been taken with an early camera and the kids in the picture looked young and carefree.

“That’s Willie...on the far right.” Leaning against the open door, Jamie smiled shyly as Claire turned to look at him. “Then Jenny. Then me. Rabbie was too young to be out alone wi’ us, he stayed with mam mostly. It was taken just before he got sick on da’s first camera. He loved it, he’d spend hours following us around just to catch us doing something fun. The walls of his office were covered in them.”

“You all look so happy.”

“We were. Just weeks later, Willie was diagnosed and it all got a wee bit more difficult. I think that was the last time we were carefree together.”

“What were you doing?”

The photo had them all bent over laughing. They were damp, fresh droplets of water running across their exposed skin, their clothes clinging to their skin as they stood with their arms around one another.

“Have ye ever heard of loch swimming?” Walking over to her, Jamie wrapped his arms around Claire’s waist and brought her against his chest.

Claire shook her head, tilting her chin upwards as she skimmed her lips against his. “No, but I can guess what it is from the name.”

“Aye, I’m sure ye can. Well, we used to do it all the time during the summer months. We didna get too many sunny days, but we got enough that we’d do it at least twice a year. This year, though, we’d been really busy all of July. So much so that it was the first warm day we got by ourselves. Jenny and Willie ganged up on me. We’d actually gone out for a picnic. Mam had made us this wonderful box full of food and we’d played and joked around. It was after we’d eaten all of the cake that Jenny grabbed me, she had my arms in a bind when Willie took me by the ankles. They hurled me in, I can still remember hearing the splash as my head went under.”

“They’re wet in the picture too, did you exact your revenge?”

“No’ exactly,” Jamie chuckled, “they came in after me. I went under, held my breath as long as I could and floundered around so that they’d think I was drowning. That made them panic.”

“How very canny of you. What did they say when they finally got you back on shore and discovered your trick?”

“Why, they threw me back in o’ course.”

Snuggled against one another, Jamie settled on Claire’s heartbeat as the memories of his early childhood came flooding back to him. There had been many summers like that, wrapped in sun and freedom - Jenny, Willie and him had roamed across Lallybroch lands causing mischief and he wondered if his own child would get the same varied upbringing.

“It sounds like a lot of fun.”

“Ach, it was. Ye didna have the same?”

Pulling away a little, Claire stepped back and took Jamie by the hands. “No. Not to say that it wasn’t interesting in its own way, but I didn’t have any siblings. It was just me and my parents for the most part - until they died, of course.” She took a large breath, the hurt flowing through her at the mere memory of losing them.

“When yer ready, Claire, I’m here for you.”

“Do you remember when we spoke about my A Levels before?”

“Ye said you were all prepared for university, wi’ yer grades and yer subjects.”

“I was. Everything was sorted,  I had a place at uni in London. It was only three weeks until I was due to start when it happened.”

Letting her speak, Jamie held her close. He could feel the tense set of her shoulders as she tried to retell her story.

“I was lucky, they said, to have been found when I was. We were in the car on the way home from an event my uncle Lamb had hosted somewhere in mid-Wales. It was late and the rain had been coming thick and fast but the roads were mostly empty. They told me later that it was a lorry that jackknifed on a country road close to our house smashing the front of the car entirely.” She took a deep breath, the sobs reverberating through her chest as she tried to hold back the tears - even now it was painful to talk about. “My parents were killed instantly. I should be grateful, I suppose, that they didn’t suffer.”

“And what about you?”

“Mild concussion. I was knocked unconscious in the collision. A few broken ribs from the seatbelt and a fractured collarbone.”

“What brought the Randall’s into yet life?” He asked, curious as to how she’d ended up married only a few years later when she still (clearly) wasn’t over the grief of losing her parents even now.

“Frank’s father was the chief of medicine at the hospital I was taken to. Him and my father were really good friends and, although I had never met Frank before then, he came everyday to make sure I wasn’t alone. He was sweet - at first - looking out for me, getting me through those first lonely months. I leaned on him like a crutch and it wasn’t long before he’d indoctrinated me into his family. It spiralled from there and before I knew it we were married and I had all of these obligations that I’d never had before. And the rest, as they say, is history.”

“Did ye ever grieve for yer parents?” He asked, his eyebrows drawing together as he felt her tense up. Though she had motored through her story, Jamie sensed that she was leaving out some minor details - nowhere had she mentioned anything of her own healing process and it worried him.

“I was numb for a long time. I didn’t think about it, really.”

“Which is why ye didna talk about it wi’ me…”

“Yes. After you told me about William, I knew that I’d have to open up about my past too.”

“Have ye ever spoken about it before...to anyone?”

“No.”

He had a feeling that was the case. No matter how caring Frank had been at the beginning of their relationship, he had allowed her to clam up about the one cataclysmic life event that had almost taken her life. Instead of coaxing the pain from her, she had been lulled into burying any memories of the accident deep down - meaning she had never mourned the loss of her parents.

Running his fingers along the top of her chest he kissed the tip of her nose before leaning his forehead against hers. Tracing a line along her shoulder, down her left arm he took her hand in his. Gently, his finger wrapped around the gold band that still sat there, he removed her wedding ring - his eyes on hers to make sure she was alright with his actions.

“Dinna bury yer feelings, Claire,” he whispered, “I ken how hard it is to lose someone close, but ye need to talk about it. I’m always here...talk to me, when yer ready.”

“What are you doing?” She asked, taking his offer on board whilst she glanced at her now ringless finger.

“Making ye a promise.” He returned, fumbling in his pocket before pulling out a small, black velvet box.

Taking it by the lid, he clicked it open against his leg so that he didn’t need to take his hand off hers. “This is my grandma’s ring, aye?” He said showing her the beautiful triple gemmed ring that sat snuggly in the box. “Da gave it to mam after they marrit - it’s an eternity ring. When I told her about ye, she gave it to me and said I’d know when the time was right.”

Claire gasped in a stunted breath, her eyes welling with unshed tears as her hands shook.

“I ken ye arena divorced just yet, but I know it’ll happen - whether it’s sooner or later - then I want to make ye mine, Claire, if ye’ll have me.”

The ring slipped easily onto her finger, the sterling silver blue topaz, emerald and turquoise geometric band fitting perfectly. Jamie let his hand hover over hers for a moment longer, holding it so that they could both see the commitment that they had just made to one another as the gems reflected in her eyes.

“It’s beautiful, Jamie...I can’t believe…”

“I’m yours, Claire, and I have been since the moment ye walked into my life. Whatever happens next, we will always have one another, aye? Through huge loss, pain and heartache we managed to find one another and I’m willing to fight for ye until there’s no more air left in my lungs. I love ye, truly.”

“Me too, Jamie, so much…” she dragged in another breath before moulding her lips to his. Letting the tears roll freely down her cheeks, she kissed him hard, her arms wrapping around his waist and bringing him so close to her that she could feel every ruffle in the fabric of his top. Crushing her hands into the back of his shirt, she let the metal of the new ring forge a solid dent in her flesh as their tongues met. She arched her back as the relief coursed through her whole body.

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Missing Every Piece of You

Missing Every Piece of You https://ift.tt/fCvks4z by Sonayesul “I’m gonna go hit the books,” Dean informed and left before either of them could stop him. “He hasn’t been taking it well,” Jack noted. Not a question, but an observation. “How can you expect him too?” Sam asked and sighed heavily. “I don’t know if he’ll ever get over this. I honestly don’t think any of us will.”   ~~~ Or Dean loses himself in his grief for Castiel, cursing himself for not being able to do anything to stop his death or to bring him back. Sam watches him fall apart and does his best to be there for him. Words: 9780, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Jack Kline, Claire Novak, Background & Cameo Characters Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Claire Novak & Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Post-Episode: s15e18 Despair (Supernatural), Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Castiel and Dean Winchester in Love, Good Sibling Sam Winchester, Hurt Claire Novak, Hurt Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Needs a Hug, Fix-It, Hurt/Comfort, Temporary Character Death, Jack Kline as God, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Getting Together, Fluff via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/KWose25 September 18, 2024 at 08:53PM

[love-bokumono-fics]

Fresh Crops! September 25 - October 1, 2023

This week's newest stories and chapter updates for Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons on AO3!

The Egg Thief - by dicelady20; WIP, 11/19, 41k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence; Category: F/M Fandoms: Dragon Ball GT/Z, Friends of Mineral Town Characters: Trunks Briefs, Claire the Farmer Additional Tags: Harvest Moon, Dragon Ball Z, Dragon Ball GT, Romance, Slow Burn, Martial Arts, Cussing, Crossover, Healing, city vibes, dark scenes, POV Multiple, POV Third Person Limited, Mild Gore, References to Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons Games, Supernatural Elements, First Meetings, story of seasons, Superheroes Summary: Claire decides to give the city life another chance, but as she does, she is haunted by her nightmares. Mr. CEO of Capsule Corp., Trunks, needs to keep a secret. He is bound by the oath of an unsealed dragon. What happens when their two worlds collide? And what is lurking in the shadows of West City as these two learn to show vulnerability? Is it something that could shake up the dragons emotions?

Forest Of Echoes: Shattering Scarlet - by Robotkitty5848; WIP, 10/80, 10k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence; Category: F/M Fandom: A New Beginning Character: Allen Summary: All her life, Alex was told to never go into the Forbidden Woods, the trees behind her house hiding an unknown danger. Anyone who goes into the forest doesn't come out. After a tragic event, Allen refuses to shift back into his human side. But when a stranger enters his life, can she help him overcome his troubles? Or will war break them apart?

Earth and Rebirth - by TheBeckster; WIP, 20/?, 82k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: Gen Fandoms: Trio of Towns Characters: Holly | Nanami, Frank, Marlena, Wayne, Ford, Lisette, Brad, Carrie, Ludus, Iluka, Siluka, Hinata, Yuzuki, Komari, Kasumi, And Cast Additional Tags: Undecided Relationship(s), Additional Tags to Be Added, lots of headcanons, Minor Character Death, Eventual Friends to Lovers, I'm not going to tag every single character, but they will all have a part in the story, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, New friends and found family, world building, Angst with a Happy Ending, Holly is an extrovert, endgame ship tbd, Cover Art, Festivals, Slice of Life, Establishing the Farm Summary: Holly considered herself fortunate to be living about as close to the dream as any young twenty-something could. A great family, a loving husband, and well, she'd admit their apartment was awful, but they'd be moving onto bigger and better things soon enough. She truthfully couldn't wish for more. But when an accident rips it all away from her, Holly finds herself seeking a change of scenery. Her Uncle's farm out in the middle of nowhere is the perfect place for her to hide to mourn. A familiar story with a twist or two.

Story of Seasons: A Wonderful Life - Hybrid Crop Guide - by Wikketkrikket; Complete, 6/6, 6.2k

Rating: Not Rated; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Fandoms: A Wonderful Life Additional Tags: this is NOT a fic, walkthrough, Guide, hybrid crops, hybrid fruits, I think this is meta so doesn't break guidelines, I hope, I mean well I promise, SOS:AWL, SOS AWL Summary: Not a fic, but a guide to the hybrid crops and fruits that can be made in game.

The End of The Journey - by HarukazeRen; Complete, 1/1, 1k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandoms: HM3 GBC, HM GB Relationship: Maria/Pete the Farmer; Characters: Pete the Farmer, Maria the Mayor's Daughter Additional Tags: Heartwarming Summary: Pete really wants to go back to where his heart lies…

Finding You - by HarukazeRen; WIP, 5/?, 4k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: F/M Fandoms: HM64 Relationship: Karen/Pete | Jack; Characters: Karen, Pete | Jack Additional Tags: Harvest Moon 64, Tsundere Karen, Flashbacks, Slow Romance, Handsome Pete, Karen's hearts event, Some of Gray/Popuri and Ann/Cliff

Our Story of Seasons: Pete x Claire - by Ry2_Sinheart; WIP, 23/30, 34k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Categories: F/M, Gen Fandoms: Friends of Mineral Town Relationships: Claire the Farmer & Pete | Jack, Claire the Farmer/Pete | Jack; Characters: Pete | Jack, Claire, Thomas, Zack, Dog, Harvest Goddess, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran, Karen Additional Tags: Romance, Slow Burn, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Romance, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Slice of Life, Warm and Fuzzy Feelings, Developing Relationship, Strangers to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Childhood Friends, Childhood Memories, Video Game Mechanics, Game Logic, Male-Female Friendship, Eventual Fluff, Eventual Relationships, Slow Romance, Digital Art Summary: A story that revolves around the protagonists of Mineral Town. After a series of unfortunate events, Pete and Claire agree they'll have to raise the farm together, whether they like it or not. Through their farming-ventures, they realize that maybe farming together… isn't so bad.

And one Not Safe for Tumblr fic by Thefallen1986.

[whenfrasermetbeauchamp]

To my annoyance, I lacked several of the herbs I needed for the sleeping tonic I had in mind. But then I remembered the man Marguerite had told me about. Raymond the herb-seller, in the Rue de Varennes. A wizard, she had said. A place worth seeing. Well, then. Jamie would be at the warehouse all the morning. I had a coach and a footman at my disposal; I would go and see it.

A clean wooden counter ran the length of the shop on both sides, with shelves twice the height of a man extending from floor to ceiling behind it. Some of the shelves were enclosed with folding glass doors, protecting the rarer and more expensive substances, I supposed. Fat gilded cupids sprawled abandonedly above the cupboards, tooting horns, waving their draperies, and generally looking as though they had been imbibing some of the more alcoholic wares of the shop.

“Monsieur Raymond?” I inquired politely of the young woman behind the counter.

“Maître Raymond,” she corrected. She wiped a red nose inelegantly on her sleeve and gestured toward the end of the shop, where sinister clouds of a brownish smoke floated out over the transom of a half-door.

Wizard or not, Raymond had the right setting for it. Smoke drifted up from a black slate hearth to coil beneath the low black beams of the roof. Above the fire, a stone table pierced with holes held glass alembics, copper “pelicans”—metal cans with long noses from which sinister substances dripped into cups—and what appeared to be a small but serviceable still. I sniffed cautiously. Among the other strong odors in the shop, a heady alcoholic note was clearly distinguishable from the direction of the fire. A neat lineup of clean bottles along the sideboard reinforced my original suspicions. Whatever his trade in charms and potions, Master Raymond plainly did a roaring business in high-quality cherry brandy.

The distiller himself was crouched over the fire, poking errant bits of charcoal back into the grate. Hearing me come in, he straightened up and turned to greet me with a pleasant smile.

“How do you do?” I said politely to the top of his head. So strong was the impression that I had stepped into an enchanter’s den that I would not have been surprised to hear a croak in reply.

For Master Raymond resembled nothing so, much as a large, genial frog. A touch over four feet tall, barrel-chested and bandy-legged, he had the thick, clammy skin of a swamp dweller, and slightly bulbous, friendly black eyes. Aside from the minor fact that he wasn’t green, all he lacked was warts.

“Madonna!” he said, beaming expansively. “What may I have the pleasure of doing for you?” He lacked teeth altogether, enhancing the froggy impression still more, and I stared at him in fascination.

“Madonna?” he said, peering up at me questioningly.

Snapped abruptly to a realization of how rudely I had been staring, I blushed and said without thinking, “I was just wondering whether you’d ever been kissed by a beautiful young girl.”

I went still redder as he shouted with laughter. With a broad grin, he said “Many times, madonna. But alas, it does not help. As you see. Ribbit.”

We dissolved in helpless laughter, attracting the notice of the shopgirl, who peered over the half-door in alarm. Master Raymond waved her away, then hobbled to the window, coughing and clutching his sides, to open the leaded panes and allow some of the smoke to escape.

“Oh, that’s better!” he said, inhaling deeply as the cold spring air rushed in. He turned to me, smoothing back the long silver hair that brushed his shoulders. “Now, madonna. Since we are friends, perhaps you will wait a moment while I attend to something?”

Still blushing, I agreed at once, and he turned to his firing shelf, still hiccupping with laughter as he refilled the canister of the still. Taking the opportunity to restore my poise, I strolled about the workroom, looking at the amazing array of clutter.

A fairly good-sized crocodile, presumably stuffed, hung from the ceiling. I gazed up at the yellow belly-scutes, hard and shiny as pressed wax.

“Real, is it?” I asked, taking a seat at the scarred oak table.

Master Raymond glanced upward, smiling.

“My crocodile? Oh, to be sure, madonna. Gives the customers confidence.” He jerked his head toward the shelf that ran along the wall just above eye height. It was lined with white fired-porcelain jars, each ornamented with gilded curlicues, painted flowers and beasts, and a label, written in elaborate black script. Three of the jars closest to me were labeled in Latin, which I translated with some difficulty—crocodile’s blood, and the liver and bile of the same beast, presumably the one swinging sinisterly overhead in the draft from the main shop.

I picked up one of the jars, removed the stopper and sniffed delicately.

“Mustard,” I said, wrinkling my nose, “and thyme. In walnut oil, I think, but what did you use to make it nasty?” I tilted the jar, critically examining the sludgy black liquid within.

“Ah, so your nose is not purely decorative, madonna!” A wide grin split the toadlike face, revealing hard blue gums.

“The black stuff is the rotted pulp of a gourd,” he confided, leaning closer and lowering his voice. “As for the smell…well, that actually is blood.”

“Not from a crocodile,” I said, glancing upward.

“Such cynicism in one so young,” Raymond mourned. “The ladies and gentlemen of the Court are fortunately more trusting in nature, not that trust is the emotion that springs immediately to mind when one thinks of an aristocrat. No, in fact it is pig’s blood, madonna. Pigs being so much more available than crocodiles.”

“Mm, yes,” I agreed. “That one must have cost you a pretty penny.”

“Fortunately, I inherited it, along with much of my present stock, from the previous owner.” I thought I saw a faint flicker of unease in the depths of the soft black eyes, but I had become oversensitive to nuances of expression of late, from watching the faces at parties for tiny clues that might be useful to Jamie in his manipulations.

The stocky little proprietor leaned still closer, laying a hand confidentially on mine.

“A professional, are you?” he said. “I must say, you don’t look it.”

My first impulse was to jerk my hand away, but his touch was oddly comfortable; quite impersonal, but unexpectedly warm and soothing. I glanced at the frost riming the edge of the leaded-glass panes, and thought that that was it; his ungloved hands were warm, a highly unusual condition for anyone’s hands at this time of year.

“That depends entirely upon what you mean by the term ‘professional,’ ” I said primly. “I’m a healer.”

“Ah, a healer?” He tilted back in his chair, looking me over with interest. “Yes, I thought so. Anything else, though? No fortune-telling, no love philtres?”

I felt a twinge of conscience, recalling my days on the road with Murtagh, when we had sought Jamie through the Highlands of Scotland, telling fortunes and singing for our suppers like a couple of Gypsies.

“Nothing like that,” I said, blushing only slightly.

“Not a professional liar, at any rate,” he said, eyeing me in amusement. “Rather a pity. Still, how may I have the pleasure of serving you, madonna?”

— Dragonfly In Amber

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Karen Bettez Halnon, Heroin Chic, Poor Chic, and Beyond Deconstructionist Distraction, 11 Consumers, Commodities & Consumption (2009)

While scattered examples of Poor Chic can be found historically in North America and Europe, the controversy of it, but never named generally as such, did not surface in any major way in public consciousness until the early 1990s. Even during the 1970s, with the Sex Pistols' frontman Johnny Rotten (named for his decaying teeth) singing about privileged people taking a "holiday in other people's misery" and the ironic subsequent fashion of torn up and tattered punk clothes (worn by Rotten originally as necessity), poverty chic was still in a relative state of immaturity. It was not until the 1990s that public awareness increased, with moral and aesthetic critics condemning Seattle’s “grunge” music, with its “dirty” guitar sound and angst-filled lyrics, most notable in the mainstream by Kurt Cobain’s band Nirvana that climbed the charts in 1991, and by Pearl Jam, shortly thereafter. The disheveled Cobain look, that matched his apathetic and defeated view of life in general, soon caught on as trendy grunge style: ripped jeans, flannels, Doc Martens, an affinity for loud guitars and teen angst, and at least a voyeuristic familiarity with heroin. Grunge fans learned of the more intimate lethal realities associated with the drug, as they mourned the tragic suicide that claimed the life of Cobain in 1994, a suicide that some say was a choice Cobain made over facing the brutal truth of selling out, going mainstream, and thus losing subcultural "authenticity” (Heath and Potter 2004).

A year later, heroin—a drug shortly before strictly associated with street junkies—would surface in Hollywood as a style in its own right, or as “heroin chic” (Scheerer 1996). A "good reading" article in Playboy explained the fashionable and economical use of heroin among what it labeled as "Ph.D. heroin snorters:"

You can get high now without going the more dangerous IV route by smoking or snorting the drug. Until you get your habit up, there are no messy rigs, needle tracks, blood or threat of AIDS. All the pleasure and mystique of heroin ingestion, and less of the risk. A kind of Naked Lunch lite (Ehrman 1995).

One informant explained of similar celebrity use,

The young actors and musicians have the money to have parties in their own home or hotel suite, so they have a secure environment…Basically, everyone gets together and starts doing junk. You play music and you watch Drugstore Cowboy over and over. Some times some chick throws up and that's that (Ibid).

Mark Ehrman explained further that at the end of their weekly gatherings the 'chipping' professionals returned to their high status jobs, and socially distanced themselves from ‘real’ addicts.

Beyond its glamorization in film and carefully guided use among high status professionals, heroin gained further cultural legitimacy through "mother of heroin chic" photographer Nan Goldin’s work that was featured in 1996 at the Whitney Museum of American Art. The same year singer Fiona Apple gave greater exposure and respectability to heroin through her music video "Criminal." Harold (1999) claimed that this video was the epitome of heroin chic.

While academic, fashion, and/or art worlds were more accepting of the aestheticization of heroin addiction, many in the mainstream media during the mid-1990s criticized films such as Trainspotting (1996) and Basquiat (1996) that provided unflinching insider perspectives. The gist of the complaints was that such films transformed addictive heroin use into fascinating and voyeuristic ‘other’ world adventure and exotica.

More controversy emerged in September 1996 when Calvin Klein introduced its infamous “heroin chic” advertising campaign, where supermodels posed as emaciated, strung-out junkies. The cK Be cologne campaign featured photos of supermodel Kate Moss and Felix DeN’Yeurt, Vincent Gallo, and several other unknown models, that appeared in wide-readership magazines such as Vogue, Elle, and Arena, and Marie Claire. The original twelve-page advertisement in Details advertised with the slogan: “to be. or not to be. just be.” Subsequent ads promoted with the slogans: “be good. be bad. just be.” and “be hot. be cool. just be.” The photos depicted being pale, disheveled, dirty, tired, strung out, starved, scratched, pierced, and tattooed.

While these explicit images provoked critique, what was more disturbing (at least to this author) was the placement of Moss (or in other cK ads, another straight-looking male model) at the end of pictorial sequences of junkie-looking models, and under the slogan “just be.” Moss and other end-positioned models appeared anorexic thin, but otherwise strikingly normal/straight looking compared with the other models. The end-models’ difference, their conventionality in the midst of a series of vivid ‘junkies’, had the effect, as the critics, including President Bill Clinton, rightly charged, of glamorizing the lifestyle, or at least a very superficial pretense of it. Placing straight/normal-looking models at the end of pictorial sequences promised predictability when playing with or upon one of the tragic material realities traditionally associated with poverty. Playing at the “hotness,” the “coolness” or the “hipness” of being a “bad” junkie—the dangerous exotic other—was thus produced and consumed as safe and familiar consumer play. Calvin Klein’s commodified promise was that one could emerge unscathed when traveling to and through radical superficial otherness, emerging with conventional identity intact. The latter would become one of the most basic themes of Poor Chic in the years to follow, in numerous forms, from socially distanced and culturally upgraded HMMWVs (into Hummers) to ‘shit-kicker’ work boots (into Timberland ‘Tims’).

Calvin Klein's notorious advertising was short-lived. But the fashion world has since offered a number of trendy equivalents, such as Dior’s "Addict" cologne, with the slogan "Admit It." Washington Post writer Robin Givhan (2002) described the “Addict” Internet trailer film that featured "a sweaty and anxious model who appear(ed) to be craving a fix…of Dior Addict lipstick." Givhan concluded sardonically that the model's "jones (was) satisfied by the film's end when she smear(ed) bright red gloss on her pouting lips." Gaining less attention or criticism was competitor designer Yves Saint Laurent's perfume, Opium.

Around the same time, Americana: The Institute for the Study of American Popular Culture (2001) was also commenting on the endurance of heroin chic. Its “Style” section argued that heroin chic was not subsiding but becoming even more pervasive and severe. The article read as follows:

Not only is heroin chic again appearing in print advertising, as if to seek revenge on those who forced those images off of pages and billboards, as if to prove Susan Faludi's backlash thesis, the new heroin chic knocks women on their backs and spreads their legs in a pose that either reveals a recent rape or invites one--as the drug-induced femme is in no state to say no. These unprotected positions are compounded in that these ads often place the women in public, unprotected spaces; we see them draped down staircases in an inner city apartment house or across busy, flowery carpeting, the kind we most often see in hotels. And each time, the underside of her arm is exposed as if waiting for the next shot. The eyes show us that indeed it would not be the first…

While Heroin Chic and related fads and fashions have been condemned for glamorizing addiction, some postmodernist-spirited writers, such as Harold (1999) (referenced rather innocuously above), interpreted high fashion models posing as anorexic junkies as a way of teaching the public how to be deconstructionists. In other words, the assertion was that heroin chic promoted the realization that standards of beauty, fashion, death, and the body are arbitrary constructions, or that there is no intrinsic meaning in them. More specifically, she suggested, against allegedly conservative critics, that heroin chic offered to “broaden and reshape the public sphere” by letting in the “abject,” or what she said is “radically excluded and draws me to the place where meaning collapses” (Julia Kristeva quoted in Harold 1999). Still another way of expressing this lofty idea is that lifestyle shopping, such as heroin chic, promotes a more open, inclusive, and fluid notion of identity, one aimed at shattering the inherently meaningless boundaries between normal and stigmatized. What is apparently missed or dismissed in such arguments is the sociologically understood point that arbitrary constructions are frequently lived as compelling and consequential ‘realities’.

In sum, the critical view expressed here is provocatively suggested in Anselmi and Gouliamos’ (1998) critique of Canadian media representations in Elusive Margins: Consuming Media, Ethnicity, and Culture. There the authors explain how media representations fragment and fetishize the materiality of subjects and their lived experiences. Their critique focuses on “technologies of exclusion” in representational forms. The authors seek to decode Canadian media structures that obscure the lived inequalities of the present through representations of an imaginary “nostalgia for the future,” or a deceptive image of “pluralistic equality.”

This short note, culled from a much broader study of fads, fashions, and media that make stylish, recreational, and often expensive ‘fun’ of an array of symbols of lower class statuses, aims at critical interrogation of the exclusionary features of popular consumer culture’s representational forms and of often untenable assertions of the (“medium is the message”) breakdown of status categories through so-called “lifestyle” consumption.

References

Americana: The Institute for the Study of American Popular Culture (2001). “The Return of Heroin Chic.” Style Section. Retrieved 9/1/06 at http://www.americanpopularculture.com/archive/style/heroin_chic.htm.

Anselmi, William and Kosta Gouliamos (1998). Elusive Margins: Consuming Media, Ethnicity, and Culture. Toronto, Canada: Guernica

Heath, Joseph and Andrew Potter (2004). Nation of Rebels: Why Counterculture Became Consumer Culture. NY, New York: Harper Collins.

Ehrman, Mark (1995). “Heroin Chic.” Playboy, 42:5, May.

Givhan, Robin (2002). "Christian Dior's Addict: 'Admit' a Problem?' Friday, October 25; Page C02. Washington Post. Retrieved on line 9/1/06 at http://www.washingtonpost.com/ac2/wp-dyn?pagename=article&node=&contentId=A14425-2002Oct24&notFound=true

Harold, Christine. (1999) “Tracking Heroin Chic: The Abject Body Reconfigures the Rational Argument.” Argumentation & Advocacy. Fall 36, 2 (part 2): pp. 65-76.

Scheerer, Mark (1996). “Is ‘Heroin Chic’ Sweeping Hollywood?” CNN.com. Retrieved 7/2/05 at http://www.cnn.com/SHOWBIZ/9608/02/heroin.chic/.