#nobody can take photoshop away from me >:)

[disneyprincemuke]

midnights, 10.2 * mv1

you drop your head with a small smile. "only if you promise to pick me up?"

through his own tears, max laughs and throws his head back. it's a familiar line - one you said when he first asked you out all those years ago. he squeezes your hand and shakes it. "only if i get to send you home after."

but you sigh tiredly, resting your head in your hand. "are you sure about this, max? what if we only hurt each other more?"

"it's a risk i'm willing to take," he admits. "because it's you."

because he can't bear to watch you walk out of that door again without a fight. the pain he endured for months leading up to tonight felt like it could last forever - like he'd never get around to getting over you.

nothing in his life has ever been so clear: it's always been you, and it's always going to be you.

there's nobody else for him.

"and if we do, at least we know we tried," max whispers, dropping his head. "if it were up to me, i'd do this over and over and over again... if it means i get to be with you for the rest of my life."

“how sure are you of this, max?”

“i’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”

"i love you," you smile, starting to feel yourself calm down. a weight has lifted off your shoulders and you instantly feel a tinge of churning in your stomach. "i missed you."

"i missed you more," max sighs, adjusting himself to wrap his arms around your smaller frame. "i miss the way you smell and the way you'd smile at me. i miss your bowl of scrunchies; you have a point making it the table's centrepiece, you know?"

you grin, leaning into his touch. "i'm an interior designer secretly."

"it's what made our home," he sucks in a deep breath, "a home. i hated being there when you were away."

"i hated my apartment without you in it," you confess, a hand holding onto his arm for dear life. “i missed you and the cats.”

you don't know how to convince yourself that this isn't a dream. you don't want to open your eyes and then realise that none of this is real and max is never yours again.

“we’ll do it right this time,” max mutters against your skin with a smile. “i promise i won’t give up on us. you're stuck with me."

"i wanna be stuck with you," you giggle, nuzzling your cheek into his skin. "i'm sorry i wasn't with you when you won the title this year."

"it's alright. we'll just photoshop a picture of us together," max presses a kiss to the top of your head and rubs the exposed skin on your arm, "and then we'll frame it as our biggest picture in the house. we'll tell our kids about it."

"how we photoshopped it?"

"no, how we most definitely celebrated my third title together. we had so much fun, don't you remember?"

"i must be having memory issues. i'm too young for that, max."

"i will take care of you, duh? i'll remind you every single day how much i love you, and you love me." he moves slightly, adjusting so that he can see your face. he brushes the hair away from your face and tucks it behind your ear. “just the way it should be.”

“i’m scared, max. what if we’re never the same again because of this?” it’s a concern that’s been eating at you for the past couple minutes. while being in max’s arms is an ideal situation, what if it’s different this time?

max knows what you mean. he’d also been scared of that. after all the words said, the hurt you caused each other, and those accusations that may never be fully solved — what if you never fall back into what you’re used to?

what if you fall into the same old routine where you’re just fighting again?

“we’ll figure something out, i’m sure,” max cups your cheeks, swiping away the tear stains on your face. “it won’t always be this way. it will get better, i promise.”

you close your eyes, leaning into his touch. a hand comes up to rest over his and you trace shapes on his skin. “i don’t want to hate you.”

“hey,” max’s stern yet gentle tone makes you open your eyes, meeting his cool blue eyes staring into yours with a glimmer you’re unable to fathom. “one step at a time. we will be okay. i will make sure of it.”

you nod and give him a small smile. “one step at a time.”

max smiles, squeezing your cheeks. “i love you.”

he pulls you in gently, one hand coming down to the back of your neck. “you are the only one for me,” he says against your lips, smiling before your lips touch.

you’re overwhelmed by the familiarity of his taste and the way he smells — his perfume bringing you back to a time where your relationship had been so simple. the way his hands feel against your skin and how his lips are moving along with yours fills you with unexplainable joy.

your hands clutch on the material of his shirt by his shoulders, having no idea how much you craved his touch and his sweet words.

he pulls away breathless, giggling dizzily when you lean forward to chase for his touch. he swipes his thumb over your lips to wipe himself off of you. he rests his foreheard on yours.

“do you want to go dance? i know you’re not much of it but we are at a party, after all.”

you smile toothily. you nudge your head to bump his nose. “only if it’s with you.”

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[graspingremlinhands]

So @milk-powrit asked me to draft why I didn't like GxK, to which I decide to oblige.

DISCLAIMER: Those are my personal opinions; of a fan of Monsterverse since 2014 and a nobody with any competence in analyzing media, save some common sense and maybe rudimentals??

Also I already hugely disliked Godzilla vs Kong so my discontent had a part in how I enjoyed the movie.

To conclude English is not my first langauge and even in my langauge, debate is not one of my strenght.

Spoilers alert; so skip or I kindly suggest to block the tag: Godzilla x Kong spoiler.

Let's start with the first thing: I don't enjoy how the tone of the movie shifted so drastically from Kotm to GvsK.

In this post, a youtube user explained better than me why the shifting tone felt like a downgrade. If in Godzilla (2014) Godzilla was introduced by hearing his foot stomping on the ground. It was heavy, massive, it reverbered on the glass of the airport. It felt natural, realistic. How a creature that BIG would move in the real world.

As the user said Realistic =/= Seriousness. Godzilla can be goofy. But Monsterverse!Goji was estabilished in a setting, that was the real world.

In both GvsK and in GxK Godzilla does not feels natural. Was necessary for Godzilla to evolve, to be more nimble, when already in GvsK was already moving in a way unnatural?

Or pulling the 0 gravity fight? What purpose had the evolution, if in the end it was not even necessary. Had really improved his fighting skills? They were the same, on earth and in the hollow earth.

2 reason: I've seen around posts about how media litteracy has gone bad; in some ways about people can no longer sospend their belief and calls anything a plot-hole.

But I think that one thing is suspending the belief but another is the director of the movie making the plot moving from point A to point B without telling the audience how.

For example: Suspension of belief: They had the Beast Glove ready to use, because Monarch was already working on it ✅

But why Jia is the chosen one of the day? How the Iwi in hollow earth knew of Skull island? How the shard to control Shimo works? Why Godzilla would respond to the distress call of the people who fought against him? Why Mothra has a connection to the iwi, in particular. Since in Kong: skull island there's no reference to her? How Jia flew back on Earth with Mothra, without dying for the gravitational pull?.

Not everything has to be the viewer's guess that's what I'm saying.

3 point: Shimo and Skar King are as much wasted potential as it was MechaGodzilla was in GvsK.

Skar is menacing yes, has the ability and dexterity of a formidable foe. He's vile and disgusting, oppressing his clan (let's call it that) and he's even an abusive father. All of these things: but as a villain he's really that dangerous?

He was introduced as this terrible tyrant, a danger to the world. And he wasn't even trying to go on Earth; he went up by accident basically. Because the Iwi had to play with gravity. Or should I believe him, forcing his subordinate moving rocks was to build a staircase to the upside?

And Shimo, sweet girl. She looks so horrible. Her white scales don't blend in for anything. Like she was photoshopped last minute. Her powers do damage I see. But her being presented as one or The first Titan do actually mean something to the plot, to the character? Or a simple red-herring to made her more interesting than she actually is?

Because at the end of the day SHE IS A PET!!

"Oh Kong now has found a mate, so cute". My brothers on earth, she goes on four, is used as a mount the all time and she kept panting the whole time. That's a pet, the old dog you have to force inside when it snows.

It was pretty disappointing.

Last but not least the reason I personally dislike Wingard take on the Monsterverse, which is the point you could probably throw away all my arguments, compelling or not because it's really a ME issue, who don't think no one'd agree and I don't blame anybody for it.

I HATE HOW WINGARD DECIDED TO PORTRAY GODZILLA.

I don't hold nothing over him for having Kong as his favorite. That's personal taste, I respect it.

But when it comes to at the expense of the other protagonist, it rubs me so in the wrong way.

On this point I don't know if I want to discuss it further, but boy I do have to complain on this topic.

To summarize I'm mad Godzilla doesn't get to have the same introspection and grace is allowed to Kong, knowing he can to (if you read the Dominion comic. But since they are only distributed in the US not many does. OR should care about it. Cause I'm first a supporter of the idea that if a media is not capable to give all the informations in like the Movie, you the audience should not have to pay for more. So basically the Novelitation are cool but also a scam)

That's all I had to say about it.

Hoping any of this uphere is comprehensible. If in the end I only sound like a rambling idiot I accept it. This movie is too stupid to be too mad about it.

I'll just ignore it

[yridenergyridenergy]

I have seen a lot of excellent Dir en grey fanart, but either I am not at the right places, or it indeed baffles me that nobody got inspired by Schadenfreude's rich metaphors. The lyrics are so colourful and sung with such passion that I get very enamored with them.

Could I sponsor in any way a kind of contest or drive for art to be created based on any or all passages of Dir en grey's Schadenfreude?

Contest as in that I am sure there is something worthwhile I could offer from my collection, that I could make for you in Photoshop or as a video, or at the very least give away $100 if that's what it takes hahah.

All that to say that I would love to see artists' take on some of that imagery. Of course I can imagine a murder of crows scattering over a field, but how does it fit in with the rest, what ominousness does it bring and more importantly, what do those metaphors evoke in you, especially with all that falling within the common theme of taking pleasure from someone's pain?

[that-gay-jedi]

I've been saying "Not everything is that deep" to myself for like 10+ years but it actually is ALL that deep.

I like to sit in the woods because they're beautiful. I like the relative quiet, the ancientness and bigger-than-me-ness and aliveness of it all, but maybe I also grew to like the woods bc my parents were afraid of them and kiddie me was afraid of my parents. It's okay if the reason I associate the dark and monsters with safety is that they kept the people and things I had reason to fear away. It's okay if I celebrate this now by wearing all black and embracing various edgy and/or unsettling aesthetics and make it a big part of my personality. It's okay to become more and more of a faggot specifically because it upsets the kind of people who want me tamed and neatly put in a box. Like. Actually it's okay for responses to my living environment to be part of my identity. I can be a creature that lives in a place and has experiences.

I'm gradually figuring out the small things are allowed to be big things. It's okay if the only reason I don't like certain fictional characters is that past abusers liked them. I'm allowed (as long as I don't unfairly take it out on anyone) to get so viscerally angry every time my face itches bc my body remembers that one time a family member who noticed me scratching nose invaded my personal space and startled the fuck out of me based on some dumb superstition. It's okay if shallow things like liking Halloween or hating Christmas come from a collection of small, only moderately impactful personal experiences that gradually congealed into preferences over time and now I feel strongly about them because they span so many things at once.

Like maybe shit is allowed to all come back to one thing and maybe that one thing is my trauma and maybe that's okay and when people talk about not letting your trauma define you sometimes I think there's a fundamental disconnect bc all that stuff was inflicted on me with the intent of turning me into a particular kind of person, the whole reason it was trauma was BECAUSE it defined me, and maybe I should stop thinking it's negative or stupid (or self-centered or short-sighted or whatever other adjective of Do Not Want is applied) to acknowledge that and being told I'm never going to live a full, happy life unless I act in a specific way is probably just replicating my traumas and if acting in a way that's nost natural and freeing also involves a lifelong dialogue with my traumatized wounded animal self that probably just means I'm a living being with a biological brain that I can't alter by just deleting a few lines of code.

I really do feel like a lot of the messages we get about recovering and developing an identity outside of trauma have this unrealistic expectation that you should summon a concept of who you want to be out of thin air and embody it completely unbound from any prior experiences or states of being and that's just no more realistic or healthy than the idea that a physical body needs to have a thigh gap and perfectly flat photoshop stomach. They're both about shrinking yourself to achieve an impossible ideal that for most people is actively harmful if you do achieve it, and all just for the sake of being able to say you Did It Right and/or that anyone else is Doing It Wrong.

Yes, I do get to choose who I'm going to be, but I don't get to make that choice in a vacuum and neither do you and I don't think we should have to make it look like we did.

There were kids in my classes in high school who always got good grades and would vocally claim on a semi-regular basis that they never studied, that all they did was play video games and/or basketball/hockey, and that they never did anything intellectual for fun either. And it was never true. I always wondered why it was so important to them that people think they just magically knew all the material. Why would doing the work be shameful?

And I think I get it now. Nobody wants to be seen as real people who have to either do nerdy shit for fun or actively try in school in order to know stuff. Socially, we're rewarded for making everything seem so effortless and perfect and powerful and individualist that it it's actively unrealistic, you're supposed to be a cloud of mist. It applies as much as having a good relationship or a fulfilling life or a healthy lifestyle etc as it does to getting good grades. It's gouche to be a mere mortal.

[explanationpoint]

i miss the joy of asks and thought maybe you did too- so what’s your current favorite piece of media? what’s a hobby that you could talk about for hours? how are you doing personally?

I wish I could give a good answer on my current favorite piece of media. Maybe adventure time? Possibly Trick ‘r Treat (2007)? I showed it to some friends and they loved it, which was awesome. Embarrassingly, I keep finding myself listening to the new Drake album. That man is a train wreck and it is hard to look away. the music is pretty here and there frankly but I laughed a lot.

I have a few hobbies, and I could talk about all of them. But I write rap songs and whenever people like to listen, I’ll tell them stories about rappers and artists from the past. Did you know MC Hammer had shooters? Like you really really did not wanna diss MC Hammer in the 90s. A lot of rappers didn’t like him because they thought he was too poppy (and he is) but they sure didn’t wanna say his name. and hip hop and further, music is just full of outrageous stories or interesting artistic things to talk about and I could do it forever. But I’m also in a media-related class again, learning more about photos and filmmaking and I could easily talk about all that for just as long. Sometimes I feel like I talk too much, I’m trying to listen more.

And wowww I have been up and down. I moved home. I didn’t really want to move home. I broke up. I’m not sure I would have broken up if I didn’t have to move home. But I think the breaking up was for the best, even though it’s been difficult with being *that kind* of alone after four years of being in love (like the “I am seriously trying to spend the rest of my life with this person” kind of love). it’s a pretty big adjustment. i’ve had a series of weird, intense, totally unrequited crushes. my feelings are super intense. it might have something to do with my body going through a second puberty lol. despite all that i intend on taking things slowly if i get involved with anyone. i know that i can’t rely on a relationship to save me or make my life make sense. i have to do better for myself. and i have sort of, and some things are really better and less stressful. my parents aren’t exactly okay with me being trans (love you mom!) but they aren’t kicking me out or flushing my meds. Which is great! But it gets pretty hard sometimes.

I’m loving school. It’s an easy avenue to make new friends (i’ve got a few now, if you can believe it), and this is the first time I’ve been studying something artsy and I’m finding it very satisfying. I feel like I’m learning a lot, mostly about how to manifest my ideas, and I guess it’s making me more confident that I’m capable of making things that are like, good. it’s sort of always been a struggle to believe I deserved good things or that I could do good things. a lot of people in my adult life have tried to tell me that I was capable and could make my way in the world with my creativity/art stuff. and i guess burning out as hard as i have (i am unemployed and have a masters degree. it isn’t in art stuff. or stuff that easily makes money. i’m kind of a dummy) but it’s sort of given me a second chance. the school I’m at right now is very cheap compared to what i did before and i feel like i’m getting a lot more out of it. i know way more about photography and photoshop than I did a month or two ago and it’s nice to have another way to express and let the ideas flow.

i hope i don’t sound too conceited about my stuff, because well. i’m actually super critical about all of it. and myself. and every mistake i’ve made in my life and how i got here etc etc etc. But there’s no point in just rolling around in my self-loathing. I have to keep moving, finally be a person. Nobody is coming to make it easier. I have to do better. And I can’t pretend to be something I’m not, in more ways than one. none of its easy but all of it’s living, and it’s what I need to do. because trust me, i’ve considered the other options. if that’s not too dark. at least i have some excuses for the arrested development. and thank you for asking. i also miss the joy of asks! it’s lovely to think that someone is out there looking at my little rants and thinking about me and my life. i’m sorry if my prose is a little robotic. sometimes my words just flow off the top and sometimes i gotta break them out of the firmament. but really, thank you

[depresseddepot]

watching alien 3 for the first time

why doesn't she just explain to the doctor??? he seems okay if a little intense at times

i can't believe they just threw bishop away :( i heard his death gets retconned but tbh i don't actually know what that word means

the vibes of this movie are way different than the others lol the dark cement structures, the religion, the weird emphasis on ripley as a sexual figure

poor pubby :(

the doctor is the only normal and sane person on this fucking planet

RIPLEY WHY ARE YOU FLIRTING WITH A MAN ON A PLANET OF PRISONERS. YOU CANNOT BE THAT HORNY. WHY DID THEY TURN HER CHARACTER INTO THIS. WHAT HAPPENED TO THE VERY SUBTLE VIBES BETWEEN HER AND HICKS

DID SHE SLEEP WITH HIM??? girl. i am too asexual to understand this behavior. and i still don't understand why she won't tell him. also i assume he isn't an android if they fucked because otherwise i DEFINITELY would have heard about it

I'll admit, it is very refreshing to have a character taking these sorts of pathogen/mysterious deaths seriously. ripley has always been very clearly unsettled when she's talking about the xenomorphs and nobody ever seemed to take her seriously

JAGSHSJJAHA "listen to me you piece of shit" WITH THE CUT TO CLEMENS POLITELY DRINKING COFFEE W THE POSH "I'm sorry I don't think I understand"

I'm starting to get worried about what exactly clemens "did" lol, he's on a planet of rapists and I don't really want to spend the whole moving kicking my feet about a professional, polite british man who turns out to be a rapist

bishop :((((

there isn't ACTUAL sexual violence in this movie right. right?

OH LITERALLY SECONDS AFTER I FINISHED TYPING THAT THERE WAS ACTUAL SEXUAL VIOLENCE

"i gotta re-educate some of the brothers. we have to discuss some matters of the spirit" calmly says the man with a bloodied steel pipe

this is such a bizarre setting for an alien film lol. it isn't BAD i guess, like a shift from the norm isn't automatically bad, but it's very unexpected. like when I think of a high security WY prison planet I don't really think of concrete walls and religious fanatics. more like......hospital? with mostly synthetics as the staff

BISHOP!!!!!

"I'm just a glorified toaster" BISHOP I MISS YOU

"I'm home" "It's very dark here" interesting. So he reads the flight recorder unit sort of as if he can visualize it?

I'm excited to watch andrews die. what a bastard.

clemens you are starting to quickly become an obsession of mine. you cannot put a polite doctor with a british accent and a subtle layer of snark to everything he says and not expect me to jump him. you better not disappoint me.

oh he's even got TRAUMA

aaaand he's dead. okay I guess I should've expected that. that one feels MEAN though

sadly adds another fictional dead british man to my list of favorite characters

so i think i know a little more abt this than i thought. The xeno didn't kill her because she's got the parasite right?

the scenes of her running in the hallway are really cool tho

did I miss why aaron doesn't like being called 85? oh it literally answers that less than minutes later okay LMAO

wait DOES ripley have a parasite? she isn't really behaving like she does like why is she flexing her hands like that

so there's a specific queen parasite ? i sort of thought one BECAME the queen because how else would they cause an infestation

he wouldn't kill her 🙄

the cgi (if that's even what its called when the alien is basically photoshopped in) on the xeno is not good (it is very 2004 so I'm not sure if it's just a sign of the time) but the scenes from the xeno POV in the hallway as they're baiting it is pretty cool to watch

it...survived?? that feels inaccurate

IT EXPLODED???????? that also feels inaccurate

also very convenient that ripley's parasite has taken so long to gestate

BISHOP????????????????????????????

oh he's a human creep. okay. also who the hell designs an android that looks exactly like themselves. he definitely wanted to fuck that robot

also the way the subtitles call him "bishop 2" THATS RIGHT MOTHERFUCKER!!! HE AINT THE PRIME BISHOP

okay final thoughts: if this WASN'T an alien franchise film, ie it was a different universe w a different monster with different characters, it would have been pretty good. It had some cool cinematic moments but it was all negated by the fact that they completely discarded what happened in the second film and made ripley's character really odd. If it had been a random family in cyrosleep that was boarded somehow and then crashed, it would've been much more intriguing than making this an alien franchise film. I don't think it was horrible as a film but it was a horrible alien sequel to be sure.

Also given how dynamic a character Clemens was, I find it really fucking weird that he wasn't the last survivor. They did so much to set him up as an intriguing character and then they just killed him, meanwhile the last survivor was MORSE OF ALL PEOPLE. They could've had a sequel to the sequel with Clemens studying the xeno and they wasted it. I think this was all a bad dream ripley had and she and hicks and newt are going back to earth.

[productsreviewings]

Have you learnt how one can be assured with a incapacity?  If not, you should!  Do you bear in mind once we needed to have our pictures developed earlier than viewing the photographs? The times when selfies weren’t even a factor and group photographs didn’t contain 1,000,000 retakes? Again then, we had no manner of realizing if our arms regarded flabby or if our leg braces had been exhibiting in pictures till we picked up the bodily prints. Right this moment, we cannot solely immediately view our photographs.  However we will additionally right any and all perceived imperfections in them in seconds. With just some faucets and a free obtain, we will airbrush away wrinkles, tighten saggy jawlines, and even take away inches from our hips and thighs. Don’t need that scar to indicate in your profile image? Voila!  Gone! A few of these instruments could be enjoyable to make use of!  I’m kinda obsessive about making graphics for Development-In a position’s social media pages.  The give attention to perfecting one’s selfie makes it that rather more difficult for these of us with disabilities.  We have to be taught to simply accept our imperfections and really feel assured in our personal pores and skin. I've lately acquired a number of emails from folks following Development-In a position.  They categorical emotions of disgrace and are embarrassed about having numerous disabilities.  I learn tales about being afraid to go locations and do issues they ”used to do”.  They concern being judged. This bought me pondering.  At 2AM after all! What if, as an alternative of utilizing these airbrush and photograph modifying instruments to erase our perceived flaws, we use these similar instruments to completely alter our pondering. Let’s cease attempting to idiot others into pondering we’re hotter or thinner than we actually are.  Let’s construct confidence.  Let’s create a extra optimistic self-image. Good concept, proper? When you’re with me and need to photoshop a extra assured and happier you, strive utilizing the next 6 step information.  And aren’t you curious if the metaphor will work?  Step 1: Uninstall Outdated Software program Step one is to delete the entire previous tales that restrict your pondering.  They maintain you from being the perfect model of your self. These previous tales are like playground bullies in your head.  They're taunting you with negativity and telling you that nobody likes you and that you just aren’t adequate to play. Once I first bought divorced and located myself again within the courting world at age 40, it was scary to say the least. My illness had progressed since I used to be final single in my twenties. Again then, I used to be not sporting bi-lateral leg braces and my fingers might manipulate buttons and grip free change. For extra on this, see my submit on Courting with An Invisible Incapacity. Due to my fears of the unknown, I created a damaging story in my head.  I felt that ”nobody good would ever need me due to my disabilities”. In an effort to discover love once more, I needed to erase the damaging pondering and previous tales that had been getting me caught. Once I met my now husband, I had created a brand new story.  This was, ”the best individual will love me for me and never care about my bodily limitations.” Clearly, it labored!   I scored large time! My husband is sort, beneficiant, good-looking, over 6’ tall, with a full head of unique hair – a uncommon commodity within the Jewish and over 40 courting pool.  Step 2: Assess The Picture Objectively Individuals with excessive shallowness know who they're. They play up their strengths and settle for the lower than preferrred components of themselves that can't be modified. Simply as I'll by no means be a 6-foot long-legged supermodel, I’m additionally unlikely to ever run (or stroll) a marathon.  I additionally g

ained’t turn into a math whiz. Our self-assessments must be based mostly on the folks we're as we speak.  Not these based mostly on older, ”pre-disability” variations of ourselves who as soon as might…. When evaluating your total picture, strive to consider how others would describe you. What would a pal say your finest attributes are? Do abilities come naturally to you and to not your pal? What issues are you not so good at? Attempt your self objectively, each your good and never so good attributes.  Step 3: Resolve On The Focal Level & Spotlight The Shit Out Of It After wanting on the large image and realizing your self, you possibly can then determine what attributes you need to be the main target.  Do you obtain compliments about your sparkly eyes or real smile? Are you a terrific singer or a gifted author? Which of your inherent qualities and attributes are you most happy with?  When you determine on the options you want about your self and really feel proud to show, put every little thing else within the background. We might not be capable to management our disabilities, however we will management our private model. We will discover ways to be assured with a incapacity!  That is what Development-In a position.com is about. The clothes and niknaks we placed on our our bodies talk who we're and have a big impact on how others see us.  Most significantly they impart how we see ourselves. Simply because I put on leg braces and have sucky palms doesn't imply I've to put on clunky wanting grandma sneakers and elastic waisted pants. Your disabilities don't have to outline you. HOW TO BE CONFIDENT WITH A DISABILITY! Attempt selecting solely clothes and sneakers that you just love and really feel assured in. Play up your finest property with nice becoming materials, shade, and enjoyable equipment that present your character. Easy modifications like, parting your hair a special manner, or shopping for a brand new shade of lipstick, could be easy confidence boosters. If you wish to discover ways to use highlighter like a Kardashian or do your make-up higher, you possibly can join a free makeover at Sephora and Ulta. If doing all of your hair is a matter as a result of fatigue or restricted arm energy, search for salons providing $ 20-weekday blowouts, or strive utilizing instruments like a hands-free blowdryer stand or heated straightening hairbrush. The purpose is that when it's bodily potential, rise up, dress, and get out. You'll really feel extra assured in case you make an effort to glitter and put your self within the entrance and heart of the picture.  Easy issues may also help you discover ways to be assured with a incapacity!  Step 4: Use Pure Lighting & Transparency You don’t want particular results or fancy filters. Your picture appears to be like finest with out distractions or pretend enhancements. For the file, just a little Botox and chemical peel needn't be thought-about enhancements. True authenticity is about realizing who you're and what you stand for. Actual folks can snigger at themselves and settle for compliments with out self-deprecation. They don't want so as to add foolish stickers or emojis as presents or bribes to realize acceptance from others. Genuine folks know their worth and at all times present up as themselves. They know how one can be assured with a incapacity. As soon as you recognize who you're and what you stand for, it’s time to indicate the actual you within the picture.  Authenticity takes bravery. Some folks with disabilities conceal who they're from others as a result of they fear about being regarded as weak and rejected. They're afraid of being susceptible and coming off as ”needy”. However, in actuality, the other is true. Individuals respect and need to be round people who find themselves actual.  And so they can inform when you understand how to be assured with a incapacity! When you aren’t fairly there but, the excellent news is that authentic

ity could be practiced and realized. Attempt sharing your unedited emotions and tales with the folks you want and belief. Smile as usually as potential and make real eye contact with everybody you encounter. The extra actual and open you seem, the extra engaging and relatable you turn into.  Step 5: Crop Out Comparability & Negativity When you adopted the earlier 4 steps, then you're virtually able to hit publish. However earlier than doing so, ensure that to crop out any leftover negativity and comparability. There may be and at all times shall be people who find themselves prettier, cooler, thinner, funnier, much less disabled, smarter, extra gifted, extra profitable, nicer, and so forth….than you. When you settle for this, transfer on. Everybody has stuff. Life just isn't all rainbows and unicorns when you might have a incapacity. It's not simple to assume positively when you might have continual ache or battle to finish probably the most fundamental of duties. I imply, you possibly can’t simply flip a swap and switch lemons into lemonade when even the bodily act of compressing the lemon itself requires help. Constructive pondering isn’t simple, however making each effort you possibly can to give attention to the issues you might have and issues you are able to do, will stop you from turning into the ”indignant disabled individual” that nobody desires to be round. When you’ve accomplished the earlier steps, then you have already got the instruments you should push by means of the damaging pondering and reset your picture. Once I really feel myself spiraling into negativity land, I inform myself, ”Lainie, calm your shit down…You've executed onerous issues earlier than.  Will probably be okay.” And guess what? After a 5-minute mood tantrum, a number of deep breaths, and a glass of rose’, it normally is.  Lastly, I encourage you to discover ways to be assured with a incapacity.  You’ll be so glad you probably did!  Step 6: Obtain New Updates Regularly We're all works in progress. Simply once you assume you’ve bought it discovered and really feel assured with the general picture, life will change straight away and photobomb all the image.  The ultimate step is to dwell the perfect life you possibly can as we speak. Let your picture be what it's and don’t waste any vitality on the way it woulda been or coulda been. Having a bodily incapacity has most likely already modified your life and can proceed to take action. In an effort to be the perfect variations of ourselves, we now have to take dangers and work by means of the kinks each new replace brings. With better self-confidence and a optimistic self-image, comes the flexibility to design round challenges, adapt, and evolve. Bear in mind, your picture is one in every of a sort and never on the Cloud. Don’t neglect to hit save and backup your onerous work! The submit Tips on how to be Assured with a Incapacity – PHOTOSHOP your Self-Picture appeared first on Development-In a position. #Assured #Incapacity #PHOTOSHOP #SelfImage

[crotchety-old-blogger]

Too Old to Handle

Has anybody noticed in today’s Hollywood that there's barely anyone over the age of 50 that has a supporting role, let alone in a leading role? (I said barely, not never)

Where are the old wise people with grey hair and wrinkly faces pointing in some direction, and utters words of advice and makes you bowl of hot soup before you venture out? I miss that.

I don't care to see in every, single movie or TV show, some snot-nosed fourteen-year-old or seventeen-year-old "actor" pretending to lead a resistance on whatever planet; or some twenty-year-olds masquerading as teenagers thinking they know, huh-huh, everything. STOP IT! STOP! IT! If I didn't know better, I might conclude that the entertainment business has a child fetish.

And don't get me started on today's soundtracks. I never would have thought in my lifetime we went from the great Sir John Williams to the pathetic Hanz Zimmer. Let me be clear on this: Zimmer does not compose music. PERIOD! Zimmer is nothing but a glorified DJ that records and combines whale queefs and screaming voices into something that he calls "music". Then the movie producers say, "Wow! What a great soundtrack!" There are some who so "this is music evolving." Uh, no. If anything, it's the devolving of music. Also, nobody wants to hire a big name like Williams anymore—he's too expensive, but his music is quality. (Not forgetting other quality composers e.g. Danny Elfman, Alan Silvestri, and the late James Horner) For Zimmer, he puts together some random percussions and synthesizers, never composing ANY memorable themes.

And what is with all this CGI lighting? I can tell that the actors are in a different place because no amount of careless CGI lighting will ever fool me. Rather it takes me OUT of the movie, having me think "I thinking I could have done better." There is no longer art behind setting up a scene. I can tell. It looks like I'm watching a live-action film set in photoshop. What's shameful is that the producers don't care anymore, which makes sense because 90% of the audience that goes to the movies are usually stoned out of their minds; so they go back and get concessions, they finish and go back and get more concessions, they finish, so they go back and get concessions, they finish and so they go back and get more concessions. Sounds like someone's getting rich at the theater, and it ain't any of us.

If I'm not getting quality from a movie, I don't think tickets should be one flat rate. Not at all. Something from the mind of Steven Spielberg or David Lynch—$20. Something like 2 Fast 2 Furious—$5.

Now, I feel that some of you are pulling away with the last comment. But seriously, there is no real story in the Fast and Furious movies, just a bunch of festering drivers who seem to be constantly constipated, so they race to the nearest toilet. Just look at the title itself. There's going to be a bunch of kids who are going to think that's how one spells "too". Then they're going to think it's okay to drag race down an empty highway at night, and it is NOT! PEOPLE WITH A LIFE SLEEP! I don't need to hear brainless bucketheads burn rubber at all hours of the night. Forget calling the cops, they're too busy finding new things to do with their doughnuts' hole.

And the school teachers can't teach children anything because the parents are like "You should not be correcting my child, let him spell how he wants!" Teachers are not paid enough; they are constantly being treated like shit, and they also are trying to be brave despite the reality that one of the twelve-year-olds students might have brought their uncle's AK-47 to class. Well, what do you expect? No one told him that was WRONG! "No, we don't use words like 'wrong' and 'bad' and 'no'. Those are negative words, and we avoid to them in Patrick's childrearing. We tend to say 'yes' and other positive words." Seriously? I think a lot of teachers would agree with me in saying, "F**k you, Serenity! And you childrearing, bullshit nonsense!"

I don't know why, they always talk about how education is important. You've heard the TV announcer, "Education is the most important thing for a child." Yeah, it is. So why not have the city or school owners—y'know, the wealthy men you rarely see—FIX IT!

Oh, that's right. It won't matter, because their wealthy child goes to a private school with other wealthy halfwits who could do some halfwit damage in life without half trying. But they will NEVER take the blame because money always gets them out of trouble. So why would they financially help people whom they see as inferior because we're poor.

Uuuuuuh, whew. I think I may have shared too much. Whoa! I've been typing away like crazy. Well, hope you liked this. Or maybe not. I don't care. You like it, good. Don't that's okay too. Respond with a rude message—you're getting blocked.

[celerrie]

@starklessupreme I think you must've dropped your badge at work, here it is back though! Looks like someone from peds must've helped you accessorize ( ͡❛ ᴗ ͡❛)

[danidrabbles]

Sweet

Notes: I wrote this little piece for @nobodys-baby-now​‘s birthday! Vee, I thought it was only fair since you gave me your first ever finished Adrian fic for my birthday, I’d return the favour with my first ever finished Adrian fic for yours!

I won’t make it to sappy for reasons known to you and me, but: You’re an incredible friend and I am so happy to know you. Thank you for being there, for making me laugh, for coming up with AUs with me and for teaching me to love idiots-to-lovers even more than I already did. I hope you recognize some elements from this, and I really hope like this, happy birthday 🥳💖🧜‍♂️!

Pairing Adrian Chase/Vigilante x f!reader

Rating: T, I suppose (But my blog is very 18+, so no minors!)

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: female reader + female pronouns, fluff, a sprinkle of angst, food mentions, bets (because they’re my brand), I’ve not watched Peacemaker in a bit so maybe OOC Adrian?... I’d say that’s it! Please let me know if I missed something!

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It’s when you’re keeping watch during a mission that you notice it.

The poster is about the same size as you, with a large Ferris wheel at the centre, and at the credit of some underpaid graphic design employee, the smaller attractions and happy customers are photoshopped around it. With its size, bright colours and silly fonts, it’s all but screaming, ‘Notice me! Notice me!’ at you from across the street

A carnival is coming to Evergreen and is staying for a whooping two months.

The sight of the poster makes your stomach turn and your imagination run amok.

Perfect families enjoying an evening out.

Friends laughing and sharing cotton candy.

Dates holding hands and kissing atop the Ferris wheel.

It isn’t disgust, but certain jealousy that the images evoke – none of these things had really been a part of your life.

But it’s the last one in particular that gets you.

It’s not that you’re unsuccessful in the dating department. It’s just that the older you get, the more you realize people are only interested in one thing. People don’t often date you with the intention of getting to know you, or discovering if it is worth building something with you, it’s always about the physical – actually, thinking about it as you are, you can’t remember the last time someone even offered—

“I’ll take you.”

Adrian’s sudden appearance next to you nearly makes you jump.

“What?” you say highly, your voice letting on a lot more than you want it to when you whip your head around to look at him.

“The carnival,” he says. “You want to go, right? Someone who looks at a poster like that for a quick second just wants to know what it says, but you’re starring. Leads me to conclude you want to go.”

Briefly, as you stare at the red visor to try and read his expression, you wonder if you had been talking out loud earlier, with the way he’s apparently reading your mind right now. As a result, the sound you make in reply is non-committal; better to keep it in the middle. You don’t know exactly what he means with, “I’ll take you,” and the last thing you need is an awkward conversation about it during a mission.

To that, Adrian just nods, before adding, “I’m sorry I scared you.”

“You didn’t,” you scoff, willing the embarrassment that starts to flower up your body away.

“Yeah, right,” Adrian says, and you don’t have to try to read his expression this time, you know he’s twisting it into a sceptical look. “You almost jumped.”

“Shut up.”

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 The next couple weeks at work are incredibly hectic, which can be expected when one’s job is saving the world. There are stake-outs, dangerous infiltrations, long rides home in the van – and you’re on one of those rides now.

The late afternoon sun colours everyone’s exhausted but satiated faces in orange hues. Next to you, Adrian shuffles in place uncomfortably, hands placed at his sides to crack his back. He heaves a sigh of relief afterwards, at which point he decides to say, “We should go to the carnival tonight.”

His comment throws you off, and it’s not just because of the moment, it’s about him suggesting this at all. After weeks, you were sure Adrian had forgotten all about his offer, and even though you hate to admit it, it had made you upset. And now, just when you’re starting to get over your disappointment, he re-ignites your hope embarrassingly fast.

“I’m going to pick you up at eight,” he says.

His determination makes your lips curl into a small smile, but you’re not going to fold that easily. “Bold of you to assume that I don’t already have plans,” you say, faux-nonchalantly.

Adrian’s face turns to you so quick that you’re sure he’s hitting Emilia in the head with the back of his mask. “Are you going with someone else?”

It’s then that you remember that even the smallest drop of fake-nonchalance is enough for Adrian to believe it. “I’m just fucking with you,” you assure him after turning to face him. “I don’t have plans tonight.”

“Pfff, yeah, I totally knew that,” he says with a scoff, adjusting in place again and doing a terrible job of masking his relief. His visor stays on you for a bit longer, almost as if he’s waiting for something else.

“And I’m not going to the carnival with someone else,” you add.

“Okay, cool,” Adrian says, voice cheerful. He leaps to his feet just as the van comes to a stop outside of Henenlotter Video. “So, tonight, at eight?”

“See you at eight.”

As Adrian jumps from the back of the van and disappears to find his car, you swear you hear him say, “It’s a date.”

Despite your best efforts, you can’t push down the warm, fuzzy feeling that leaves you with.

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Adrian, punctual as he is, parks his Sebring in front of the motel most of your team is staying in exactly at eight. After you get in, you notice the plain clothes he’s wearing are a sweater-and-jeans combination you’ve see him in before. His circle-framed glasses are perched on his nose, sliding down slightly, but quickly pushed in place again when he turns onto the street.

The carnival, it turns out, is close; close enough to have walked if you really wanted. When you raise this point with Adrian, he just scoffs, and murmurs something about dates picking you up being the first rule of going on dates, before he steps out of the car after parking on the overcrowded parking lot.

You’re quick to follow, and when you round the corner off the lot and into the carnival, it’s immediately clear Evergreen takes their carnivals seriously. It’s packed, bright lights flicker and change colour, there’s sounds coming from everywhere, and you stay plastered to Adrian side as he leads you through the crowd.

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You notice fairly early into the evening that Adrian knows the carnival like the back of his hands. He knows where to get tickets quickly, where to get the best cotton candy, knows which machines have the highest success rate and he even shows you an arcade machine where he has the high score. It’s unexpectedly enjoyable to see Adrian so in his element outside of work, and the way his eyes light up when you ask him questions makes you beam in return.

When he’s in the middle of showing you a pinball machine, something you know how to use but you let him show you anyway, there’s something that catches Adrian’s eye that gives him pause. You follow his line of sight, and see a Shoot A Duck stand. A large man shows one of his customers how to use the gun, and just as he does, he gets tapped on the shoulder by a bald man. They exchange words and the bald man takes the large man’s place in the stand.

“This is our chance,” Adrian says when the large man disappears behind a curtain.

“What?” you ask confused, keeping an eye on your game as you do.

“I’ll explain later,” Adrian assures you. “Come on, this will be fun, I promise.”

The eagerness in his voice is hard to miss, and it makes you curious as to what ‘chance’ Adrian is talking about, so you leave your game behind. After a short walk and a five minute wait at the Shoot A Duck stand, you get your answer.

“You have thirty seconds, you can play for three, five or ten ducks,” the bald man explains when Adrian approaches the counter. “Which do you want?”

Adrian’s eyes sparkle with mischief when he looks at you, before turning back and replying, “I’ll shoot thirty, and then she gets to pick whatever she wants,” he replies, nodding at the prizes surrounding the ducks.

You bring a hand up to your face to hide your smile, immediately catching on to his plan.

Adrian can hit those thirty ducks with his eyes closed.

“You can play for three, five or ten ducks,” the man presses. “Or you can go.”

“Fine.” Adrian reaches for something in his pocket, then smashes a 100 dollar bill onto the counter, “I’ll add this, too. You win, you can keep this and my tickets. I win, she gets to pick whatever she wants.”

The man looks Adrian up and down and grins, Adrian’s smaller build clearly reason to count himself a rich man, and he agrees to the terms, then hands over the gun. “Good luck, little friend,” he says.

Adrian brings the gun up to his face, lining the sight on top up with his eye. It dawnes on you then that you get to see Adrian like you never get to see him – in Vigilante mode without his mask on. His expression is serious, concentrated, his stance is perfect… and then the man tells him it’s his time.

It’s over in a flash – thirty perfect shots, an extra one for good measure.

The man’s expression – open-mouthed, cheeks flushed, brows furrowed – is the biggest win of all.

Adrian takes his 100 dollar bill back from the counter, then turns to face you, beaming with pride. “So, what do you want?”

You bite your lip with a smile, before pointing towards a medium sized stuffed animal in the form of a bat. The bald man turns to retrieve Adrian’s winnings, then hands it over with some mellow words of congratulations.

The mood turns quick when the curtain at the back of the stand swings open, and the large man emerges.

“Adrian?!” he shouts, his voice like thunder. “I told you not to come back here!”

“Sorry, Casper. “Adrian blindly presses his prize to your chest, keeping eye contact with the large man as he backs away. Then, he takes your free hand and pulls you with him to make a run for it and disappear into the crowd. “No takebacks!” he shouts over his shoulder.

When the crowd clears and there’s more room to run, you zoom after your partner for the evening, clutching your prize close, until eventually you turn a corner where you can hide in case Casper follows after you. With a shared laugh, you catch your breaths, and you can’t help but voice your excitement.

“That was amazing,” you pant. “You were amazing; you should tell Chris about that tomorrow.”

“It was pretty great,” Adrian agrees, your compliments only adding to his flushed state.

You scan your surroundings as Adrian cleans his fogged up glasses, and realize you’ve ended up right next to the Ferris wheel.

“I want some more excitement,” you say, offering Adrian your outstretched hand. “Let’s get on there.”

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From up here, you have a perfect outlook on the city.

“Didn’t think I’d ever say it, but Evergreen actually looks kind of pretty like this,” you say, referring to all the lights that are visible all the way to the horizon. 

“That’s only because crime is so hard to see from up here,” Adrian replies tightly.

You whip your head back to him to offer him a witty retort, but when you do you find Adrian isn’t looking at the view. His head is bent down towards the floor of the cart, and as the carnival lights reflect in his glasses, you get brief glimpses at his narrowed eyes.

“Oh, my god,” you say, leaning back in your seat. “You’re afraid of heights.”

“No, I’m not!” Adrian says immediately, head still pointed down.

Your banter is suddenly interrupted when the Ferris wheel comes to a halt, making your cart sway back and forth. Adrian lets out a soft yelp, soft enough to have gone unnoticed had you not been paying attention to him, but loud enough to realize he really is afraid and that your time of teasing is over for now.

You scoot forward, your knees pressed up against his, and you close your hands over his balled fists. “Look at me,” you say softly, brushing your thumbs over his skin. “It’ll be just me, it’s so you can focus on something.”

It takes a second, and then you watch as Adrian lifts his head slowly, before opening his eyes at the same pace until they can meet yours. The change in him is instant; his shoulders drop, he lets out a deep breath and his balled fists uncurl until he can press his palms against his jeans.

“How’s that?” you ask.

“Distracting,” he offers up immediately.

The laugh you let out is stifled by the realization that it’s also distracting for you, and suddenly it’s silent between you, the carnival music but a cheery soundtrack at the very back of the moment you’re having together.

“Do you need more distraction?” The question leaves you before you even realized you were going to speak, and it might have made you overthink your entire evening had Adrian not all but jumped on the opportunity you were offering up with an eager,

“Yes.”

He’s already leaning in, and it makes you smile into the kiss that follows when you do the same. It’s soft, and chaste, and for reasons you’re not currently capable of examining, it makes your stomach flip when he doesn’t deepen the kiss. Instead, his hands fly up to your face to hold you, to brush his nose against yours and give you another quick peck.

Somewhere along the way, when you were clearly too involved in your shared moment to notice it, the Ferris wheel had started moving again, and when the usher opens your cart at the very bottom of the wheel to let the both of you out, you lead with your hand holding Adrian’s.

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It’s approaching midnight when Adrian finishes explaining how his recent fear of heights came to be (falling out of a tree with a butterfly strapped to his back) and you’re making your way to the parking lot. The day had been long, full, and tiresome, and as a result you’re exhausted, but you don’t want it to end. You’re almost embarrassed to admit that the whole evening, including this very moment, feels a bit dream-like, because it’s unlike anything you ever experienced before.

“Did you have a good night?” Adrian asks, steering you both to his car.

You steal a glance at your intertwined fingers, reminding yourself this moment is very real, before looking up at Adrian. You find him looking expectant, lips pursed in anticipation of your verdict.

With a nod and a smile, you tell him, “You have no idea.”

[sambeckdraws]

drawing backgrounds

I’ve been documenting some of my work on Verse: Book 2, especially around a new location that felt daunting at first but has ended up being really fun. I wanted to write a short post to basically be like, “Hey! Backgrounds and perspective aren’t as scary as you think; it just takes some planning!” 

Woah, also, this is uniquely my process for comics and trying to wrap my head around a scene I need to draw 100 times haha.

Throughout Book 1, the primary setting is this camp built around an old fortress. When I initially designed it, I had access to an old version of SketchUp to create a very rough 3D model. It was super helpful, and I would basically take screenshots of and then draw on top of them. Sadly SketchUp is not a viable option for me anymore, so when I started designing this new location…I foolishly chose to put off learning a tool like blender in favour of working quickly to hit deadlines.

To tackle this setting, I started off with a good old Pinterest board of things I wanted to draw inspiration from (ruins, industrial bits, steam vents, “vernacular” homes etc.) 

I like introducing large settings like this with a big old aerial shot. It sets it up for the reader, and it helps me get an idea of where things will go without getting lost in the details.

The next thing I wanted to do was translate this panel into a map, and you’ll see why in a moment. This map is pretty rough. I’m not ultra concerned with the exact scale. I just need to know like, “ah, there’s a weird vent behind this dock, or a pipe runs in-between these houses.” And a cool detail is I also need to know when a scene is facing east because there’s a detail in the sky that should be visible if you look that way.

With a map in hand and a sort of “master” panel to refer to, I’m pretty set to tackle scenes now. The process is straightforward. 

First, I generate a grid that matches the angle I had in mind based on my thumbnails and throw it down. (I use photoshop, whomp whomp, so make a grid however you want, I use this website mostly).

Next, a draw in blocky shapes starting with the focal point in the scene.

At this point, I refer to my map to see what’s going on in the background and what I believe should be visible. Sometimes I rotate the map, so it’s facing the direction the panel faces if that makes sense to help orient myself. There are some ruins on a hill in this one panel below, so I add them into the background. I refer to a previous panel for the arches. (Fun note, I always work in red and blue to help separate elements like the background and foreground and characters, I’d lose my mind if this was all one colour.)

Then I go back and start adding in detail, but not too much. I still have to ink these, and I’m not going to fuss with small things that I’ll just have to draw a second time! My favourite cheats are hiding things behind large foreground elements and also hiding distant things behind trees. Nobody is looking at that. Just be loose, don’t fuss too much. 

This is also a stylistic thing (and something I can get away with simply because my setting is “fantasy-medieval”), but I hate using straight lines. A kind of bumpy, uneven line will hide mistakes and make things look more natural. 

All the perspective after I throw down a grid is eyeballed. I won’t bother getting into that because there’s already an AMAZING set of tutorials put together by Thomas Romain that you can find here.

Drawing backgrounds is something I used to fear. But, it’s become super fun trying to imbue a scene personality while coming at it from this mindset of figuring out a puzzle. 

I honestly like answering questions, so if you got any send an ask or whatever!

(This post brought to you by me deleting my patreon since I updated it never. I hope to do some super sporadic blogs in the future.)

[mrsamaroevans]

NOT A THIRD CHANCE | MIGUEL GALINDO

Fandom: Mayans M.C.

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x Female Reader.

Words: 3,844.

Warnings: Spoilers of season 3 of Mayans MC. English is not my first language, so, sorry if there are grammar mistakes or if the redaction is poor.

A/N: I always try to keep this short and I end up writing more than 3k words :c Sorry! *GIF NOT MINE*

|| MY MASTERLIST ||

You knew him so well that you knew when he was lying and when he was telling the truth.

You already suspected it for weeks. All those trips to Mexico... he had never made as many as in the past months, and, it came to a point where he didn't hide the reasons for his trips from you, he no longer hid anything that had to do with the cartel, why would he have started doing it again?

But when those pictures arrived… you hadn't realized until then that you were praying for your suspicions not to be true. But there were no longer any doubts. You already had the facts and although it broke your heart, you took your things, you took your son, and you left the house without giving any prior sign.

Miguel hadn't even realized it and that was probably what hurt you the most. That first night you were away from home, he was away too. He was in México. The next afternoon when he arrived and didn't find you, that's when he started calling you but all he got was your voicemail. And then he saw the pictures you left on the bed and understood everything.

He had no idea where you could have gone. You stopped talking to your family a year ago, your best friend hadn't heard from you in days. Two days after thinking and looking at your statements for some signs, he knew where you went.

It was the only place you could have gone for support. You always told him that.

“Why did you disappear like that?” Was the first thing he asked when you opened the door “I was worried”

“In the arms of Palomo, sure” you nodded and crossed your arms in your chest as you leaned against the front door frame “What happened? She got tired of sharing?”

“Amor…”

“Don’t call me that” You interrupted him. Your voice came out more aggressive than you thought it would, but hearing him call you that way when he could have been calling another woman the same, caught you off guard and made you angry in just a second. “You have no right to call me that”

Miguel looked hurt and regretful, but you couldn't let that distract you. You couldn't fall that fast again.

“It’s not what you think,” he said and from the way he sounded, you knew he also thought it was a weak excuse.

“So it’s photoshopped? Really? That’s your defense?” You asked with a bitter laugh.

“Let me explain—”

“No… listen, Miguel, I’m too tired,” you said sighing. Your head was spinning around because, although you knew you had to face him sometime, you were not ready to do it so quickly “I’m so tired of your excuses. I’ve been hearing them for months, I’m done”

“Don’t say that… (Y/n), please let me fix it” he insisted, but you shook your head to cut him off.

“I talked to my lawyer,” You said and now the one who was taken by surprise was him “The papers will be home tomorrow, so please sign them”

“What?” Miguel shook his head, your request seemed to make him angry “No… I’m not gonna sign anything without trying to fix what I did first”

You were about to say something when a few steps coming from the kitchen made you look back.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Felipe said when he saw you two at the door. You have never been so grateful for an interruption before.

“It’s okay, Felipe, Miguel is leaving now,” you said turning back to the man in front of you. He knew exactly what you were doing, but he didn't want to leave, not yet. He still had a lot to say, but you didn't feel like listening anymore.

“I want to see my son” he demanded but you didn’t accept it.

“He’s taking a nap” you answered with a sharp tone “If you want to see him another time, I’m not gonna forbid you, but I’m not gonna let you interrupt his nap now”

The next times you spoke to him were through text messages. He was busy with the cartel and you had been very clear that you didn't want him to go to the Reyes' house other than to see Cristobal and whenever he had time it was already too late at night.

You were hardly ever alone. Ez went home with Emily whenever they could, Angel also went sometimes, and having gone to them had not only worked for you but for Felipe as well. Your son had more people who paid attention to him and played with him and he was very happy about it. His happiness was contagious, so nobody at home could be sad or worry whenever he was awake.

The days were easy to get through, but the nights? That was a completely different story.

Because, no matter how tired you were, you spent hours tossing and turning in bed thinking about everything. You couldn't help but remember the good times with Miguel and all those promises that he had made that now no longer existed. You were angry, hurt, and sad, you wanted to burn and break everything, but not even with all those feelings you could put aside the fact that, although your heart was broken, it still belonged to Miguel and you didn't know if one day that would change.

“Daddy!!!”

From the grass, you saw your husband getting close to where you were and saw how he received with a smile and open arms to your son who ran happily towards him. The laughter of your son when his father held him in his arms filled your heart and somehow, made it harder to keep with the decision you had made when you saw those pictures.

“Mi niño... How are you?” Miguel asked him with a big smile on his face “You good?”

“Yes” Cristobal nodded and your still husband turned to you. You were still sitting on the grass and when Miguel saw you trying to stand up, he came over and offered his hand to help you. “Don Felipe is amazing,” Cristobal said and Miguel took his attention back to him “And tío Ez and tío Angel too”

And even though Miguel was not that happy to hear those names, he nodded “I bet they are”

You heard a bike and your son got immediately excited. You had just more than two weeks staying at Felipe's house, but he already identified when Angel or Ez arrived home. He even identified the sound of Felipe's truck.

Cristobal moved in Miguel's arms for him to put him down, and he, without understanding, did so.

“Tío Angel is home,” Cristobal said jumping around and turning towards you. You knew what that look meant. He was asking your permission to go with Angel like every afternoon when he, his brother, or his father came home.

“Go,” you told him and smiled at his reaction. Cristobal ran towards the street and Miguel turned to you.

Cristobal never did that with him. Yes, the house was big enough so he would never hear the cars coming in, but, he didn’t even show that much excitement whenever he crossed the door of any room where he was.

“You think it's safe for him to go out alone?” Miguel asked you so you turned back to him and nodded.

“Angel's waiting for him,” You said nodding again. The Reyes already knew they had to wait outside until Cristobal got to them. They loved coming home to a swirl of excitement. “I thought you were going to México”

Angel walked into the backyard before Miguel could say anything. He had some bags in one of his hands and Cristobal’s little hand in the other one. Both men just nodded when their gazes met.

“Dinner's ready,” Angel said showing you the bags. You had asked him to stop by for some food before going home “Ez and Emily are helping pops, it won’t take them long...”

“You want to join us?” You asked Miguel and he immediately shook his. You already knew what his answer would be, if you had known he would accept, you wouldn’t have asked.

“No. I just came to see my son and talk to you” Miguel answered and you could notice his emphasis when he talked about Cristobal. Miguel knew how to hide his feelings, but you knew he was hating to see his son taking your ex's hand.

“Why don't you put the table?” You turned to Angel and he nodded, taking Cristobal inside the house when he understood you needed to talk to Miguel alone. “Did you sign the papers?” You asked once your son was far enough away so he couldn’t hear.

“I already told you I'm not going to sign anything,” he said irritated. His gaze was still in the door where Cristobal and Angel disappeared.

“Miguel, don't make this harder,” you asked, sighing tiredly. It was probably the fifth or sixth time you asked him to sign the divorce papers “If you're worried about not seeing Cristobal, I already told you not to worry”

“Amor... We need to talk this” he said  “We can't let everything we've built go just like that”

“Just like that?” You repeated while frowning “Why didn't you think about that before sleeping with her?” You rhetorically asked, “You’re asking me to not forget everything we’ve been through, but if you did, why couldn’t I?” Your eyes filled with tears. Even though you’ve been away for two weeks, it frustrated you to not be able to feel anything like he did whenever he went to México with Palomo “I honestly don’t know what did you need… sometimes I feel like I failed you in something”

“You didn’t,” he said immediately, taking a step towards you. You didn't step back because despite wanting to hate him for what he did, you couldn't help but want to feel him close.

“Then?” He asked, but he didn't answer. There were no more excuses that he could use “You know what’s funny? You used to be mad whenever Angel was around, you didn’t stand to hear his name. You were so worried about me cheating with him and the only one cheating was you”

“My mother died, I… I was out of my mind; I was hurt and—”

“I was too and I didn’t run into somebody else’s arms” your voice trembled so you had to clear your throat before continuing “All those times you said you didn’t want to be like your father… Well, you are”

“(Y/n)…” Miguel tried to get closer to you and when you took a step back, his eyes filled with tears now.

“You can come to see Cristobal as many times as you want, but don’t come to talk to me until you sign those papers,” you said putting more distance between the two of you and getting closer to the door “Cristobal! Come say bye to your dad!”

Miguel pressed his eyes with the palm of his hands and tried to look his best by the time Cristobal went out to say goodbye to him.

That night, Cristobal decided that he wanted Felipe to be the one to tuck him in and read him a bedstory, and he wasn't willing to take "no" for an answer. But Felipe didn't care. Happily, after the kid's bath, he went up to the room that had been Ez's to do what the boy had asked, leaving you and his youngest son alone in the living room.

“Since when you drink wine?” He asked you when you poured yourself another drink. You were in the living room, sitting on the couch in front of the television. Emily had left a few hours earlier “Angel said you were the reason why Bishop started to order more beer” he joked.

“Bulshit” You laughed and Ez did too “It’s not that bad, wanna try it?” You asked, offering him your glass, but Ez shook his head, giving a suspicious look at the liquid in your glass.

“Angel said that Galindo stopped by” Ez took his beer and gave it a sip, then leaned against the back of the couch and turned to look at you.

You chuckled “He came with more excuses” you shook your head without turning to him.

You were silent for a couple of minutes, minutes in which you almost finished the red liquid in your glass. You were so focused on not feeling or thinking anything that when Ez spoke again, you just barely got what he said.

“Remember what you told me when we saw each other again after I got out?” He asked with his gaze fixed on you. You smiled when that memory came to you. Meeting your best friend after 8 years of not seeing him was one of the best things that ever happened to you.

“I told you many things,” you said, knowing too well what he was referring to.

“You said that I made a mistake as everybody does,” He said it even so. You looked down when you heard those words. You said that after he told you how embarrassed he would have been if he had allowed you to see him while he was in prison. You had tried to make him feel better. You never believed that those words could be used against you, let alone make you feel worse than you already felt. “Nobody’s perfect”

You laughed lightly. You moved so he would be in front of you.

“You’re Hannah Montana now?” You asked making him laugh. He gave another sip of his beer and then sighed.

“You love him and he loves you…” He said. You knew how hard it was for him to admit it. He never liked the idea of you marrying Miguel “He made a mistake, just like me and so many people”

“So you think I should go back and pretend that nothing happened?” You raised one of your eyebrows as a small smile appeared on your face. It was probably the alcohol in your system, or probably just you wanting to pretend that the whole thing was not that important to you anymore.

“Pretend that nothing happened? No” Ez shook his head immediately.

“What do you think I should do then?”

“What I think is not important” your friend shrugged “It’s only your decision to make”

And yes. It was. But it was one of the hardest decisions you have ever had to make in your life.

The next days Miguel called you, completely ignoring the fact that you had asked him not to speak to you unless what he was going to tell you was that he had already signed the papers. He talked to Cristobal by video call when he couldn't go to see him, but for the last two days, he hadn't even sent a text. You only knew he got busy and had to do with job matters.

Until one day when you were with your son and Felipe at the butcher shop, Nestor called you. He sounded concerned when he told you that Miguel was a mess and that he felt that you would be the only one who could calm him down, so you agreed to go home when Felipe told you that he would watch your son.

On your way there, you were worried about what you might find when you arrived. Although Miguel always showed his true feelings to you, he rarely loses control, and you were worried about him because he was the father of your child and because even if you didn't want to, you still loved him.

“Nestor…” you said when you parked your car. Your husband's best friend was already waiting for you there “Where is he?”

“Office… he doesn’t look good” he informed you while you walked into the house “The office will need a makeover”

You sighed when you were already in front of his office door. You couldn't hear anything from there, he had probably calmed down a bit by now, but after what had happened with his mother, you quickly opened the door only to find him sitting on the couch with his gaze lost at some point in the room.

The office was a mess. There were books all over the floor, the pages of some were peeled off their covers. The desk lamp was broken and there was a mark on the nearby wall, that made you think he had thrown it at it. The few things on the desk —because many were scattered throughout the room— were messy and even one of the windows was broken.

“Hey…” you said when he didn't turn to you. He wasn't wearing his jacket and his dress shirt was disheveled.

“What are you doing here?” Miguel asked when he heard your voice. It was not exactly an invitation for you to get close, but you did it anyway, being careful to not step on anything in the way “Álvarez called you?”

“No… I needed more clothes for Cristobal” You lied. Thinking about it though, it wasn't entirely a lie. The one who called you was Nestor, not Álvarez “You good?” You asked when you sat next to him after moving some papers. When you were closer to him you noticed that there were tear trails on his cheeks.

“No” He answered, not turning to see you still “I’m not good” he repeated “My wife left with my son, my mother’s dead and I just found out that I knew a version of my mother that wasn’t her,” he said, closing his eyes and throwing his head back “And it was all my fault”

“What happened with your mother wasn’t your fault,” You told him because you knew he's been struggling with those thoughts since what happened.

“I could have done more” he muttered.

“Your mother made a decision and she would have found the way to do it whenever she wanted” Although those words probably wouldn't make him feel better, it was something he had to understand and accept sooner or later. “It’s not your fault”

Miguel nodded even though he didn't completely believe what you said.

“I found a picture of her in one of her books,” he said and turned to you for the first time to ask you: “Felipe knew her; you knew?”

You sighed and nodded “Yes”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, his eyes filled with tears.

“‘Cause she asked me no to”

Miguel sighed and sopped for a second before continuing. Your heart was already broken by the mistake he made, but it was breaking a bit more for seeing him in that state.

“I went to talk to him… he told me he was in love with her. He told me that my mom loved to dance, can you imagine? The woman I had to convince to dance with me in our wedding… loved to dance” he smiled and you did the same, the difference was that his tears began to fall before than yours “I didn’t know that” he shook his head looking down as his smile faded “Felipe said that she had to leave parts of her behind ‘cause they didn’t fit with being José Galindo’s wife” his face seemed to radiate hatred. You knew that Miguel and his father didn't have a close relationship, but you knew that he was fond of him and you had never seen him with that expression while talking about him. “I signed the papers,” he said and those words made your eyes start to fill with tears.

“Why did you change your mind?” You asked trying to make your voice come out as calm as possible.

“You have lost so many things since the day I met you” he winced “Your family, your friends, the club… your social circle went smaller” his voice trembled. He seemed more affected than you by that fact. You had never cared about losing friends or family because Miguel never really made you stopped seeing them. They had decided to walk away on their own “I don’t want you to become my mother…”

You got closer to him and grabbed his hand “You know that wasn’t the reason behind my decision, Miguel, you know it too well”

“Yes, I fucked it up” he nodded “But that’s what I mean… you gave me everything and more than you could. You sacrificed so many things, you’ve been there for me in the worst moments. You gave me my son… and I failed you”

Now, you two were already crying. You let him intertwine his fingers with yours.

“I love you and it hurt me to know that you maybe didn’t love me the same—” you confessed and you felt his hand lightly squeeze yours.

“It wasn’t the case…” he interrupted you right away “I love you the same as ever. It wasn’t your fault, it was all me” he sobbed “If I could go back in time and change it… I would”

You fell silent. That conversation you had with Ez about the mistakes that everyone makes went through your mind. That conversation had made you reconsider your decision, and you hadn't stopped thinking about it since that night.

Who were you kidding? You loved that man and as much as you wanted to follow your pride, deep down you didn't want to get away from him.

You let go of his hand and took the folder that you put away before. When you opened it, you realized that they were the divorce papers already signed by him. Your signature was already there too but it wasn't official yet. You would have to take them back to the lawyer so he could do the rest.

“Do you want to do this?” You asked turning to him. Miguel immediately shook his head.

“Te amo. I’m only doing it for you”

You looked down at the papers on your lap. You knew Miguel too well, you know when he was lying and when he was telling the truth. You were sure he was being honest. So you took the papers and tore them up, making Miguel look up at you.

You looked at him and saw the relief and thankfulness on his face.

“Don’t fuck it up again” you said, cupping his face in your hands as he shook his head.

“I won’t… I promise” Miguel took your hands, kissed them, and then hugged you tightly “Thank you” he muttered in your neck “Oh, God, I missed you so much” he cried as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“I mean it, Miguel,” you said, leaning back so you could see him in the eyes “Don’t fuck it up again”

“I know” he nodded “I swear I won’t”

You smiled and let him come closer so he could kiss you, sealing that promise you were sure he would keep.

|| MY MASTERLIST ||

[green-like-pine-trees]

Oscar or Ozpin Report

I have collected the data! This is where I expose everything related to the Oscar or Ozpin quiz, so if you haven’t done it yet, go take it! ^_^

Absolutely no one got between 0-19%! Yay! The message you would’ve gotten was: "That's uh... Volume 6: Dead End Jaune level scores right there. Thanks for completing the quiz!”

Let’s break it down! The harder questions (9, 11, 15, 17) have their own section, which is why I skip some questions.

Q. 1: Ozpin in his desk at beacon. Nobody has gotten this question wrong! Amazing! I was originally going to end the quiz with this photo again, but with a photoshopped mustache. 

Q. 2: Oscar. This is from his talk with Ironwood where it’s like “no more secrets, okay? Idk if I could handle it”, which is why the photo is so cropped. Having Ironwood in frame would’ve immediately given it away. 

Q. 3: Ozpin. This is just after the train crashes in Volume 6. 

Q. 4: Ozpin. On the train before he reveals that the relic attracts the grimm. 

Q. 5: Oscar. The Enemy of Trust, every single time he goes down the elevator, it’s absolutely ICONIC. Originally, the answer was “we don’t know who it really was” (I sure as heck am not 100% sure) but the first few test takers weren’t picking that answer, so it was quickly changed before many people saw it. 

Q. 6: Ozpin. Lighting the Candle. You can kinda see his hands crossed behind his back, which is something only Ozpin does in this scene. 

Q. 7: Oscar. Volume 5 Finale Fight just before Ozpin takes control. 

Q. 8: Ozpin. This is from the first time we see Ozpin take control of Oscar. 

Q. 10: Oscar. Lost, right before Jaune physically confronts Oscar. If you’re paying attention, after you answer, it says: “Are you sure about that?” ;)

Q. 12: Oscar. Right before they switch while in Atlas. 

Q. 13: Ozpin. Right before they switch while Hazel is torturing him and Oscar asks for Ozpin’s trust. 

Q. 14: Oscar. Falling through Atlas. 

Q. 16: Ozpin. Same scene as #12

Q. 18: Oscar, impersonating Ozpin in front of Salem. I really like the options where it’s someone pretending to be someone else. 

Q. 19: Ozpin during V5 training.

Questions 9, 11, 15, and 17 were the hardest for most people, these being the Neo, Hazel, and double image questions. 

Q. 9: Neo’s is a little harder admittedly, because the frame is zoomed in. However, I justified to myself that the background or expression would clue people into it (I felt if I included the whole frame it would’ve been too easy, and it’s not the only question that’s not a full frame). I also had shown a picture of Oscar’s model from that scene beforehand in the elevator, all bruised up. 

Q. 11: Ozpin top, and Oscar second. I forget the episodes, but I definitely remember that Oscar’s is from when he first arrives on Monstra after being held in the Hound. Probably used the same animation for both. 

Q. 15: This is a little tricky, so I made a gif pinpointing where the two images are from. Oscar’s picture is taken from the frame right after they switch. 

Q. 17: Hazel. In the question, Hazel is with Emerald before the lamp, standing on her left. He’s putting his arm out to guard her, because he’s always kind of looked out for her. In the scene with Emerald and Hazel!Oscar, Oscar is standing on Emerald’s right. Here’s a pic of Emerald and Oscar, Emerald being the one in control and guiding him. 

Anyways!! Over 200 people have taken my quiz, which is incredible! Thank you guys so much! Here are a few of my fave responses: 

We need more oscar/oz smiling :(  (JC, 73%)

I thought I was an Oscar fan but you've proved me wrong. how dare you ?

We've been tricked, we've been backstabbed and we've been quite possibly... bamboozled

hhhhhhhhh my boys deserve better

Nope

Man this was hard

AAAAAAAAA IM A FAKE FAN IM A FAKE FAN . OSCAR MY SON I HAVE BETRAYED YOU. i am impressed by the ones i was able to get correct tho. oh god i love these two too much also thanks for this quiz very cool 11/10

Damn I'm terrible at this EBSKSVKDJD

This is why I need the vocal cues I stghuh

Aaaah

[canary3d-obsessed]

Restless Rewatch: The Untamed Episode 07 part one

(Masterpost)

Warning: Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

Clan Sanren

Lanny Granny gets a second wind and continues her Yin Iron Webinar.

Wei Wuxian explains that although he was adopted by the Jiang Clan, Baoshan Sanren is his grandmaster, via his mom. Lan Yi claims to think that this is pretty great.

Lan Yi: Wow, amazing, my ex girlfriend who I dumped has settled down and started her own family Clan now, that’s so great. I’m so happy for her. So happy. So great. I mean, when I left I didn’t really picture her finding happiness first, you know? I kind of expected to have settled down myself by now but it’s hard to date when you’re trapped in an ice cave putting headbands on rabbits for 100 years. But it’s fine! I love my life and I’m sure eventually I’ll find that special rabbit person.  Anyway I’m just...SUPER happy for Baoshan. Really. Really happy. For Baoshan. 

Lan Wangji also appears to have thoughts about it, because he reacts pretty intently.

 Lan+Sanren 4EvR. 

Wang Yibo is looking extra fine in this cave sequence, with no headband to distract from his fierce eyebrows.  

Lan Wangji asks Lan Yi if she’s the one who pulled them into the cave, and she says nope, and then nobody ever explains how they ended up in the cave. “Perhaps it’s destiny” does not count as an explanation. 

Lan Gran explains that her battery is running down. The Lan bunnies are not energizer bunnies, apparently. She also tells them that it’s impossible to destroy the Yin Iron and that the only solution is to put it back in the cave and try to suppress it again. 

(more after the cut)

However by Episode 23 it inexplicably becomes super easy to destroy the Yin Iron...

...meaning Lan Yi spent 100 years in a cave for nothing, other than writing the Definitive Guide to Rabbit Headbands. 

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji get back into Hardy Boys cultivator mode, but this time with an extremely long held gaze, which I think is their first time doing this.

I mean...even if these boys are 100% neurotypical (and hello, they are not), this is a LOT of eye contact. I can't gaze that long at anything except my phone screen. 

We Will Achieve The Thing Together

Narrator: they will not achieve the thing

The reason I got into c-drama in the first place is, after decades of western storytelling tropes, it’s so refreshing to watch a story and have literally no idea what’s going to happen. Even when the story sets things up to happen a certain way according to my learned experience of stories, it just doesn’t play out that way. For example, if you’re watching The Lost Tomb Reboot and you expected the jade-mining sequence to end with a slave uprising, you were as surprised as I was. 

Here Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian promise to do their best to find and suppress the Yin iron. Lan Wangji is going to fail at this, allowing this here piece to fall into the hands of the Wens, because unlike his uncle he's not willing to let his clan die to protect it.  

Wei Wuxian is going to take his not-doing-the-thing several steps further, finding and refining his very own piece of extra-badass Yin iron. Yes, he has reasons for this and a lot of stuff happens along the way, but in terms of your typical quest storyline, it would be as if Frodo figured out how to use the one ring to kick Sauron’s ass, rather than (with help) destroying it. Again: this is why I LIKE c-drama. 

Lan Wangji tries to shut Wei Wuxian out of his quest and Wei Wuxian makes a short but utterly character-defining speech. 

You can’t stop me

I know what’s right. 

And then he says that his Grandmaster Baoshan Sanren was isolated because of the Yin Iron, and he has a responsibility to her. Lan Yi agrees. So...he just kinda quit the Jiang Clan right there, didn’t he? In favor of eventually becoming a wandering cultivator like his Grandmaster and clan uncle (Xiao Xichen), and like his mother. 

He is also going to follow in his father’s footsteps by upsetting his Clan Leader when he falls in love. Gosh, he also, like his parents, will die and leave an orphan to fend for himself. So -- the apple doesn't fall far from the tree I guess.

He doesn't realize the pickle he’s getting himself into, of course. Being Wei Wuxian, he thinks he can balance all of his increasing obligations, but being human, he won’t be able to. 

Pardon Our Entwinement

Lan Yi leaves to catch the spiritual plane, the Yin iron drops, the ward breaks, and Wen Ning appears to download a new software update. The kind that breaks your video driver and photoshops your eyeballs.  

Wen Qing comes nosing around the cave wall, and Jiang Cheng stops by to ask what she’s up to. 

He hopes she’s trying to find his brother, just like he will fail to do for her & her brother one day.  

The boys fall out of the wall together, in a nice example of the “oops I’m accidentally humping you” c-drama romance trope. To keep it censor-friendly, Wei Wuxian is actually on the ground next to Lan Wangji’s right knee but the shot is framed so that at a glance he appears to be in a much cozier position. 

Lan Wangji goes on an expression journey don’t say facial through several “oh shit we’re caught” faces, while Wei Wuxian shows Lan Wangji a few iterations of his oh-face. 

Jiang Cheng wants to know what the fuck they have been getting up to for a day and a night. 

The movie wasn't so hot, it didn't have much of a plot, we fell asleep our goose is cooked our reputation is shot

Wen Qing detects that they were somewhere cold and decides it’s her turn to ask nosy questions. Lan Wangji does the guilty startle thing. 

Fortunately Wei Wuxian doesn’t have that problem.

He turns his answer into a prolonged whine about how cold it was, how lost they were, etc. This annoys Jiang Cheng into dropping it and saying they should head back. 

I’m awesome right? so awesome right?

Wei Wuxian gives Lan Wangji a significant look to show that he’s deploying a rhetorical strategy on purpose to distract his questioner. Lan Wangji super does not know how to do that. 

Flute + Yin Iron = Profit

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji get to watch as Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen tame the hunk of iron and stick it in the bag of holding. Wei Wuxian pays verrrryyy careful attention to this whole “use a flute to control the Yin iron” lesson. 

Lan Xichen really should reconsider his music-lessons side hustle. Arguably this one doesn’t turn out as badly for him personally as teaching guqin to Jin Guangyao does, but it doesn’t turn out great, either. 

知己啊  - zhi-ji-ah

This mostly-tedious Yin Iron conversation with the elders includes a super-important WangXian moment.

Wei Wuxian calls Lan Wangji his zhiji. This is the same word he will use later in the “what am I to you?” conversation during the Jin night hunt, and the word Lan Xichen will use when saying why Lan Wangji wouldn’t repudiate him during his forced isolation. As always, for the full meaning of this word, @hunxi-guilai​ is brills.

A Wen spy bird shows up, and Lan Wangji really wants to chase it, but Lan Xichen says no. 

This happens a lot, actually. Lan Wangji is not a cool-headed person, despite appearances.  Likewise the boys want to go searching for the Yin Iron and the adults want them to slow their roll. 

Being a teenager is frustrating, particularly with a classic “I didn’t actually listen to you before making a decision” adult like Lan Qiren in charge. 

Lying is my First Class Spiritual Tool

Nie Huasang shows up and has his usual hilariously varied reaction to Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji - an enthusiastic “Wei-Xiong!” followed by a nervous & meek “Lan Er Gongzi” and a bow to Lan Wangji.  

He wants to know what happened and Wei Wuxian once again shows his powers of rhetoric. 

I like to call it my “devil snake.” 

He puts off all of Nie Huaisang’s potential questions by really knowing his questioner well and completely distracting him.  

This time Lan Wangji seems impressed. 

Jelly Jiang Cheng

Young Master Cockblock shows up and lets loose with a display of total naked jealousy. That carving on Wei Wuxian’s bed back in Lotus Pier...is that him and Jiang Cheng? Because damn, this boi is jealous. 

...and so is Lan Wangji, apparently, or at least he’s disappointed to have Wei Wuxian taken away from him like that.  

Yearn Mode Enabled

Club Ruohan’s Foyer

Wen Chao and Xue Yang stand awkwardly in Wen Ruohan’s vestibule talking to the boss through a giant door, because sure, why not. 

This doesn’t bother Xue Yang, who as usual has no fucks to give. Except that today, Wen Ruohan tells him that the budget for his project finally got approved, which lifts his spirits quite a bit. 

His project to single-handedly slaughter an entire clan, and he is super excited about the kickoff meeting. 

Wen Chao is mopey because his brother gets all the good murder assignments and his dad doesn’t appreciate him. Boo fucking hoo. 

Periodic reminder that He Peng looks like this when he’s not playing Wen Chao.

Part 2 coming soon!

Soundtrack: Wake Up, Little Susie by the Everly Brothers

Bonus

[lookingforsarahjay]

The snape wives?? Pls explain I’m so curious

The Snapeism religion lead by the Snape Wives was a thing I heard about after it all happened because I was like 11 when it all went down but something about fandom drama that is dead and gone fascinates me. I don't want to get in currently active drama but any thing pre-2018 or so is fair game as long as you leave like, real world names out of it, nobody wants to be doxxed because you were in a religion about have spiritual sex with Severus Snape,

I'll explain. I'm assuming if you are rebloging the posts about the cults that started in the Harry Potter fandom (HPF) that you know who Snape is. It's died down somewhat but he used to be an absolutely huge draw for the slightly older women in the HPF, think Kylo Ren as a more recent example of a dark, mysterious, character with a troubled past who falls into a fascist coded group but changes sides in the end. That level of popularity. Say at any given point in time 0.1% of a fandom takes things a bit beyond just enjoying something, with the HPF numbering in the millions 0.1% is still a fairly sizeable chunk of people. So the church of Snapeism becomes a thing. They referred to themselves as Snapeists, and if you got far enough into it they had everything a major religion could need prayers, theology, vows, sacraments, Holy Texts (obviously) and of course the Snape Wives themselves as worshipers.

Snape was not just a character thought up by JKR oh no, Snape was an omniscient and immortal god who was channeled by JKR to write the harry potter books

The reason most people referred to them as Snape wives instead of Snapeist is because to be a member of the church of Snapeism you had to be married to Severus Snape. These women were serious, There were a few leaders of the Snape Wives, one of them, Lady Darkness, wrote the most recognizable marriage vows of Snapeism

"I promise to be always faithful in body and mind, and never love another man. I promise to love and cherish you all of my life. I promise to respect and honour you all of my life. I promise to dedicate all of my life to you. I promise to stand by you in good times and bad times. I promise to protect and guard you, and to prevent you from any harm. I promise to provide anything you need for you. I promise to take the best care of you. I promise to use your name with the respect it deserves. I promise to always wear the ring with your name in it, as a symbol of my love. I promise to obey you, no matter what. I promise to respect your wishes and not to be selfish. I promise to look after you in sickness and in health.  I solemnly promise all of this to you, Severus Snape, my only love. May these words create a strong loving bond, which can only be broken by death. If I break the promises made, or treat you not in the manner I should be, I'll make sure I'll die. May all the good forces and spirits bless our love eternally…. So it will be done..."

They had their relationship with Snape by channeling his spirit from the astral plane. This manifested in a few different ways, he visited their dreams, took control of the bodies of their boyfriends and husbands to have sex with them (keep in mind that most of these women were around middle age and some of them had been married for years before they married Snape [yes this caused theological arguments between the wives because should you have any IRL husband if you are also married to Snape?]) and most importantly they channeled his spirit to write. As you now know JKR had been channeling Snape to write HP, something obviously went wrong and that was why the books weren't perfect, because JKR is only human and couldn't channel his spirit properly. Snape died in the end? Nope he was immortal. Another quote from a Snape wife "I love you Severus, i know you can stop death, you'll be in my heart forever, i am yours, you deserve all the best, JK doesn't understand you, but there are many people who loves you and support you. Honor to our potion master, a great teacher and an admirable person, loyal and brave, i believe he is still alive." Basically every one of them wrote fanfiction of Snape and themselves (mostly erotic but some claimed Snape was shy and didn't want that on the internet)

It never got really big, even the wildest people in the HPF could point at the Snape wives as being much weirder than them and eventually it sputtered out, other characters came along to takes Snapes place in the hearts of some of them ( Jethro Gibbs was one of them, and I think some of the vampires from Twilight) Drama in the community drove people away, the vast majority of the HPF made fun of them so they got embarrassed or switched from livejournal to more private places. Whatever it was, Snapeism is gone off the internet only to be found with the wayback machine and photoshopped pictures of Snape and this wives still floating around somewhere.

Hoped that covered everything you were looking for. If not the Hobby Drama subreddit has a great explanation       

[the-hidden-writer]

And Into The Fire

Chapter 9: A Little Bit Of Manipulation

Summary: Months after the Mitchells saved the world, Linda gets a phone call asking if she’s seen two defective Pal MAX bots. Powerful people are after Eric and Deborabot 5000, and it’s up to the Mitchells to protect them.

Taglist: @squidsushi , @astro-aye , @shitmyex, @sharks-are-friendly

Check reblogs for AO3 link!

A Little Bit Of Manipulation

There was no word to describe just how unprepared Katie was to deal with this. Nobody’s taught what to do in the event that a freaking CIA Agent comes knocking at your door in search of your missing robo brothers. Ro-bros, if you will.

Katie stepped aside to let her in out of sheer intimidation.

“Hey, um, is it urgent?” She dared to ask timidly as Agent Ward ventured further inside. “See, it’s kinda late and I’m expecting someone-”

“As a matter of fact, it is urgent.” The woman snapped, making Katie jump. “So I’m afraid you’ll have to cancel any plans. Now shut that door please, we need to discuss sensitive information.”

Katie did as she was told though in her heart she was very annoyed. As much as she wanted to help the bots, she’d been hoping that dinner with Jade would help distract her from her concern for them and her family. Guess that wasn’t happening any time soon.

Once the door was firmly locked with a click, Agent Ward spoke up again.

“Yesterday you made a phone call to Pal Labs claiming that you’d seen the missing Pal MAX robots. I’ve been sent by my boss to follow this up.”

“Yeah… cool.” Katie had to make conscious effort to stay calm and collected and not betray her inner panic. But at least this lady wasn’t the boss or anything. That made it a little better.

“So first of all,” the agent continued, “I have to ask if you have any proof of what you ‘saw’.”

Judging by the tone of her voice, Agent Ward didn’t sound like she believed Katie a single bit and was annoyed to even be there. Probably because she could tell it was all a lie and was good at her job.

Oh, how Katie was excited to prove her wrong.

“I sure do!”

As soon as she’d hung up on that original phone call, she’d rushed to her laptop and opened Photoshop. She already had a bunch of photos (some clear and some not so clear) of places both around town and around the campus, and she also had a decent collection of photos of the bots. It wasn’t too hard to add hints of the bots onto her pre-existing pictures and make them look natural enough to pass off as realistic.

Putting all her skills to the test, she’d even managed to forge a short Snapchat video with one of the bots hiding in the background.

Whoever said going to film school was useless?

(Her Dad used to, but that wasn't the point.)

Concealing her smug smile, Katie pushed her phone into the agent’s hands and pointed at the screen.

“These were all taken this week,” she said, “it felt like I was being stalked. It was kinda scary.”

She held her breath as Agent Ward carefully swiped through her expertly-crafted pictures, examining each one closely.

“Pictures at these angles were never released to the public…” She muttered, and Katie had no idea if that was addressed to her or not. She decided to stay quiet.

“There’s something I have to tell you.” Agent Ward said a little louder once she'd seen them all, so Katie knew for sure that she was supposed to respond. “Seeing these photos just confirmed our suspicions.”

“What is it?” Katie asked nervously.

“We have reason to believe that you and your family are in a lot of danger, and that these two remaining robots are seeking revenge on you for stopping their plans.”

Even though Katie knew for a fact that this wasn’t true, the agent had said it so darkly that it sent a shiver up her spine. Maybe in another universe, one where Eric and Deborahbot never joined their family, she would be terrified for her life right now.

...Would they have even been able to save the world in that universe?

“Really?” Her shock was only half-faked.

“I’m afraid so.” Agent Ward confirmed. She then paused and bit her lip for a moment, leaving Katie to watch her in suspense.

Eventually, she spoke again.

“You’re going to have to come with me.”

“What?!” Katie couldn’t help but exclaim. “I just wanted to help you find them, not get involved with whatever you guys are doing! I’ve got school tomorrow!”

She had dinner with Jade tonight!

“Your safety is more important. You can ride in the helicopter with me to get back to this project’s base of operations. We’ll send people to fetch your family too.”

“My family’s not home!” Katie blurted out and the agent raised an eyebrow. “They’re uh… on a road trip. I dunno where they’ve gone exactly.”

“Dammit.” Agent Ward cursed quietly. “I guess you’ll have to do for now. Pack some things quickly- the sooner we leave the better.”

Her glare was hard enough for Katie to start to rush to grab her belongings.

“Are you sure there’s no other way?” She called as she grabbed her backpack from next to her chair.

“Sorry, but yes.” Replied Agent Ward with no remorse whatsoever.

It didn’t take Katie too long to grab supplies. A couple pairs of clothes, her toothbrush and hairbrush, her laptop and charger, etc. All the while she tried to stay positive and think that she could at least help her family with their mission if she was in Silicon Valley too.

“Ready to go?” Ward asked. Katie nodded and followed her out of the door.

Only to be met with Jade approaching them down the hall.

“Katie!” Jade called, her eyes wide with confusion and concern and probably fear at the big scary woman leading her away. “What’s going on?”

Katie wished she could tell her everything. She would even drop her entire backpack if it meant she could take Jade with her. But she couldn’t, and it was best if Jade didn’t know too much. For her own safety more than anything.

Especially if the CIA really were the bad guys.

“I’ve gotta go, J.” She answered sadly. “I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

Jade seemed to understand that Katie was in over her head and acted confident for both their sakes. She loved Jade for that. “Alright." A beat. "Dinner’s off, I guess?”

“Yeah,” Katie laughed, “dinner’s off. Sorry.”

Jade smiled, though Katie could tell she was secretly very worried. Typical Jade.

“Don’t worry about it.” She smiled, keeping her gaze away from Agent Ward as she ran in to give Katie a hug.

“Take care of yourself.” She whispered into Katie’s ear. “See you soon.”

Katie tried to hold back tears that were pricking her eyes.

“Hopefully.” She replied before they pulled apart and she was led away.

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