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miyaniacs · 4 years

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I just read your post about an s/o who has muscle and is insecure about it. butttt could you do one with an s/o who works out but cant get results? and is insecure about it since they literally have a volleyball god boyfriend. ahaha thank you in advance if you write it! 🥺❤️❤️

Heyyy ✨❤️ i tied my best and did some research of what could be the reason why someone don't gain muscles - most of it is in Kuroos because he's the real nerd out of the three haha

But keep in mind that this is nothing to be insecure about - yes it’s frustrating but you’re still an amazing person ❤️✊🏼

HC S/O is insecure because they can’t gain muscles

Bokuto

Having a boyfriend who gets the bills paid by doing sports is cool yeah

Dream coming true

But also he’s ripped

And you are healthy and active and working out …

But you don’t look like you are?

You just don’t gain muscles

So one day you decided enough is enough

There has to be something you haven’t tried out yet so you decided to ask your baby owl

“Is it because of something I said?? I’M SO SORRY IF I SAID ANYTHING THAT MADE YOU FEEL INSECURE -”

“No no Baby it’-”

“Baby you’re so beautiful you don’t need to change something about your body!“

“KOU!“

“…yes?“

“you did nothing wrong baby. I want to do this for myself. I want others to see how hard I work out… I want us to match:(”

“But baby… I don’t care if you don’t look as fit as I do.. I know that you can easily kick my ass“ He tilts his head to side

“Kou, I know you do - you’re just perfect - but I really want this…and I feel like nothing I do helps me gain muscles … “

“Okay .. mhhh … how about from know on we both stick to my meal plan? Obviously you don’t need to eat as much as I do but just so you get the right nutritions! All those supplements WONT help if you don’t have the right base already! OH and I can come to the gym with you next time and see if I see anything you could improve? I think you’re probably too afraid to increase the weight incase it would be too heavy and you make a fool out of yourself. SO when I’m with you - you don’t need to be afraid of this baby. AND you need to rest your muscles ok? AND the best way for this is getting enough sleep.“ He smiles and takes your hands in his

“Okay kou..and I’d love too.“ You smile and kiss his cheek

“But …. You sure know that I love you with or without muscles yes? And that I don’t care about what others say?“

“Yes I know this baby- you’ll show it everyday“ you smile and he grabs your face, kissing you softly.

“But we still have our cheat days on the last Friday of the month“ he smiles brightly

Just perfect boyfriend #1

Bonus:

“baby… you really need to sleep more tho“ he pouts when he finds you awake at 2am

“I know .. but I can’t fall asleep..“

“Ohhhh if that’s your problem we can include a small workout so you get tired from now on?“

“Kou… my muscles are already sore I wont go for a run in the evening.“

“baby.. I’m not talking about this kind of workout“ He smirks while taking off his shirt and walking over to you

“I talk about the sort of workout that makes you really scream… the really hardcore one…“ he hovers over you and starts kissing your neck

From now on you sleep like a baby

Kuroo

Sooo …. Kuroo is the equivalent to a healthy and fit person

And you’re just .. basic?

And yes.. you hear some people whisper why he’s with someone who’s not as fit as he is?

But you work out?? …. the comments still got into your head and you got insecure

Sooo you started working out more, not telling him tho because you wanted to do this by yourself

But… whatever you’re doing your doing something wrong..

Alter 4 months there should be some muscles right? RIGHT?!

But there aren’t ???

So you become moody

All those extra exercising made you tired and not seeing results just frustrated

And Kuroo quickly noticed this and talks with you about it

Since you know - he’s observant af and always worried about you and wants you to be happy all the time

Because he’s perfect boyfriend #2

“Ok y/n. Tell me what’s wrong?“

“Oh nothing, I just don’t feel good“

“You know you can’t lie to me“ he sighs

You sigh. he is right and you know it and you know that you need to put your pride aside and let him help

“So .. technically… When someone wants to gain muscles but sh- HE doesn’t see any results.. what would you tell him to do?“

“Technically?“ He smirks

“Technically!!!“

“Ok.. so technically- I would make sure that HE eats the right nutritions. Many still don’t eat enough because were told that eating more than what.. 1200 cals makes you fat - but to gain muscles you need to be increase your intake and stop being in a deficit. HE should make sure to increase his Protein intake and not just with Shakes“ He side eyes you “but also with actually EATING more proteins. Instead of relying on those you af first need to make sure you have all the needed multivitamins. AND if you use protein powder, use the right one - oh He should use the right one - Whey Protein has a broad spectrum of amino acids to help repairing and rebuild the muscles.“

“Ohhh okay… mhhh wow you really know much about this“ you mumble

“Y/N?“

“Yes?“

“Also YOU need enough rest and sleep to let your muscles relax. You need the rest days to BUILD muscles. The hormone which is helping to grow muscles has its highest level when you sleep. And the more you stress yourself because you don’t gain them helps braking down the existing ones. Cortisol - a catabolic hormone - comes with stress and it can break down your muscles-”

“Kuroo I-” “not finished yet. I’ll come to the gym with you the next time and make sure that you lift the right amount of weight and make sure that you increase the weight. You won’t get muscles if you don’t increase it.“

“Thank you..“ You mumble

“No need to - but come to me next time when somethings bothering you. I love you an I want you to love yourself, okay baby?“

“Okay..“ You smile and he kisses you cheek

“Now - lets go shopping and fill the fridge with the right stuff.“

Oikawa

Oikawa is fit

There is no one who can say he’s not

And yes you enjoyed working out with him

But there is like NO GAIN??

And it frustrated you that you’re still normal and he’s ripped and getting more ripped everyday

And yes you hear his fangirls making fun of you

“Omg how can he be with someone who’s not fit at all?“ “I know right? Just a matter of time that he switched her for one of US when he sees us at the gym“

You’re sulky the rest of the day

Not giving him the much needed attention he wants

So he’s now clinging on you

“BABYYYY what’s wrongggggg tellll meeeeeee“

“No it’s nothing love“

“But BABYYYYY I know there is something uppppp“ and he starts doing the worst thing ever

He tickles you

This bisch I swear

After about 5 minutes you give in

“Oka--OKAY:. I -OMg STOP - I cant breathe“ You whine

“Noooo. Tell me then I stopppppp“ he smirks mischievously

“I want to gain muscles but I just don’t?“

He stops and looks at you dumbfounded

“That’s it??“

„Yes..“

“baby.. first of all- your genetics aren’t made for getting muscles easily. Some of us have it harder then others and YOU can train as much as you want but you still will only get those lean muscles, because that’s just how your body is. But if you want me to help you I will gladly get your ass off the treadmill - too much cardio wont help you. And I will make you add the extra weight to kill your muscles so they get that they need to get stronger. AND YES. I - THE GREAT OIKAWA - WILL CARRY YOU IF YOUR LEGS HURT TOO MUCH!“

“Thank you baby, I’ll remember the carrying part“ you laugh but then your smile drops again

“Whoaaa baby.. there’s still something bothering you?“

“You wont leave me for someone who looks fitter than me right?“

“OMFG WHAT?! I would never leave you because of something so stupid? I love you with my whole heart and I don’t care about this stupid things- Yes I care about it if it’s bothering you - but other than that those thought would never cross my mind“ and with said words he’s all over you kissing ever part of your skin that is exposed saying how much he loves you with every kiss.

perfect boyfriend #3

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drinkthehalo · 4 years

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Macro perspective on each Lymond book

I've been listening to the Lymond Chronicles audiobooks, which has given me a different perspective than reading them. With audiobooks, you’re less inclined to stop and dive into the details, to look up an interesting word or obscure historical fact; instead you get swept along with the larger arc of the book.

So, I thought it would be interesting to look at what each book is about from a macro perspective.

Spoilers for the entire series follow.

The Game of Kings

In genre, it's a mystery told in a historical adventure style; it asks the question "Who is Lymond?" and gives us a ton of contradictory clues, then finally reveals the truth - in a psychological sense by stripping away Lymond's defense mechanisms and revealing the human being underneath, as he breaks down in the dell, "the guard was down... every fluent line and practised shade of Lymond's face betrayed him explicitly"; and in a narrative sense via the trial, which examines each "clue" we received throughout the story and tells us what it really meant.

Thematically, it's mainly about "serving honesty in a crooked way" - that morality isn’t simple and that sometimes you need to break the rules to do the right thing. Nearly all Lymond’s acts are apparently bad things done for a goal that is actually good. We see the theme also in Will Scott (who learns that the world is more complicated than the "moral philosophy" he learned in school) and the various characters who help Lymond, breaking the rules of society by aiding a wanted outlaw (Christian, Sybilla, the Somerviles).

It is also about the balance of looking out for self vs the obligation to the greater society - Lymond is not completely selfless (after all, he is back in Scotland to clear his own name), but when forced to choose, he always chooses the greater good above his own goals. He is contrasted with Richard, whose great mistake is to put his obligations to Scotland at risk in pursuit of his personal vengeance, and Margaret Lennox, who is purely and grotesquely out only for herself.

The historical context is part of this theme, as we see the various border families playing both sides between England and Scotland, with the heroes being those who ultimately stand up for Scotland, even as we understand that some have no choice but to profess one thing while doing another.

Queens Play

In genre, it's a spy novel; thematically, it's about what Lymond will do with the rest of his life. The question is asked explicitly several times (most obviously, "You have all your life still before you." / "The popular question is, for what?") It's important that Lymond loses his title at the start of this book; he has to figure out who he will be without it.

The main characters all represent possible paths Lymond could take -

O'Liam Roe, who sits back and laughs at the world with detachment, while abdicating all responsibility to use his mind and position to change the world for the better.

Robin Stewart, who loses himself in bitterness about the ways the world has been unfair to him, and in fixating on how he deserved better, fails to take any action to improve himself.

Oonagh, who works passionately to change the world for the better, but whose ideals have become corrupted because she has attached herself to a leader who is more out for himself than for their cause.

And of course Thady Boy and Vervassal, two extremes of himself that Lymond tries on, and (by the end of the series) must learn to reconcile.

The recurring imagery of the first half is the carnival, the masks, the music, the parties, and our hero in danger of losing himself amidst the debauchery. In the second half the imagery every time Lymond appears is of ice, the ultra-controlled, hyper-competent version of Lymond at risk of losing himself by denying his artistic soul. (There’s a wonderful essay here that explores these motifs.)

In the end, Lymond comes to the conclusion that he must not withdraw into detachment or bitterness, that he must find a way to make a positive difference in the world, but that he also must not attach himself to a powerful figure who may be more out for themselves than for Scotland (ie, his refusal to attach himself to Marie de Guise). This sets up the creation of his mercenary army in the next books, as a way he can exercise independent influence in the world.

The Disorderly Knights

This book couldn't be more relevant to the world today. It's a portrait of cynical hypocrisy in pursuit of power; it lays out step by step the tactics of propaganda and manipulation used by despots to build up themselves and tear down their rivals: pretend to be pious, accuse of others of your own crimes, tear down straw men instead of engaging in real debate. It tells us to "look at his hands"; what matters is what a leader actually does, not what he professes to believe.

It shows us how leaders use charisma to manipulate, and, in showing the battle between Gabriel and Lymond for Jerott's loyalty, shows how Lymond takes the harder and more ethical path, by refusing to use his charisma to seduce (a lesson learned from his experience with Robin Stewart) and instead guiding Jerott to come to his own conclusions by means of rational thought instead of hero worship.

At every level the novel advocates for tolerance and internationalism, and against petty sectarianism, as Lymond questions whether the Knights of St John are really any better than the Turks, and as he tries to get the Scottish border families to abandon their feuds in favor of the greater good of the country.

In terms of genre, it’s a pure adventure novel. I never get bored of the masterful action sequences with the battles in Malta and Tripoli, and the extraordinary duel at St Giles in the end. (Also in terms of thematic imagery, there is some crazy S&M shit going on in this book, with Gabriel and Joleta's sadism and Lymond's self-sacrificial masochism.)

I love Disorderly Knights so much. It is nearly perfect - well structured, thematically coherent, witty, fun, breathtaking, and heartbreaking.

Pawn in Frankincense

In genre, this is a quest novel. In several places it explicitly parallels The Odyssey.

In theme, it explores -

Do the ends justify the means? How much sacrifice is too much? Lymond gives up his fortune, his body, and his health; Philippa gives up her freedom and her future; we are asked often consider, which goal is more important, stopping Gabriel or saving the child? We even see this theme in Marthe's subplot, as she gives up the treasure, her dream to "be a person," to save her companions. Perhaps the most telling moment is right after Lymond kills Gabriel; despite all his claims that Gabriel’s death mattered more than the fate of the child, he’s already forgotten it, instead playing over and over in his mind the death of Khaireddin. If you do what is intellectually right but it destroys your soul, was it really right?

The other big theme is “nature vs nurture.” What is the impact of upbringing on how people turn out? In its comparisons of Kuzum vs Khaireddin, and Lymond vs Marthe, it seems to fall firmly on the side of nurture.

It’s also a kaleidoscope of views on love, with its Pilgrims of Love and their poetry, and the contrasting images of selfless, sacrificial love (Philippa and Evangelista for Kuzum, Salablanca for Lymond, Lymond for Khaireddin, perhaps Marthe for Lymond as she helps him in the end) with possessive, needy “love” (Marthe for Guzel, Jerott for Marthe or Lymond, arguably even the Aga for Lymond).

This novel is also a tragedy. Its imagery and the historical background complement the themes by creating an atmosphere lush, beautiful, labyrinthine, overwhelming, and suffocating.

The Ringed Castle

I have to confess this is my least favorite, in large part because I find the historical sequences (in Russia and in Mary Tudor's court in England) go on way too long and have only tangential relationships to the themes and characters.

It seems to be primarily about self-delusion as a response to trauma. Lymond spends the entire novel trying to be someone he isn't, in a place he doesn't belong, because he is too damaged to face reality. (His physical blindness as a manifestation of his psychological blindness; the sequences at John Dee's, surrounded by mirrors, forcing him to see himself.)

Lymond convinces himself he can build a wall around his heart to block out all human connection, that he can be a “machine,” but despite his best efforts, he cares for Adam Blacklock and develops a true friendship with Diccon Chancellor. And of course, by far the most important moment is after the Hall of Revels, when Lymond's heart unfreezes and he suddenly sees one thing VERY clearly. (And then tries, desperately, to escape it.)

The only reason I can think of that the book lingers so long on Mary Tudor (so boring omg) is the parallel with Lymond, her false pregnancies as a manifestation of her desire to see the world as she wants it to be, and her failure to see reality as it is. Ivan of Russia also is a parallel: delusional, unable to trust, and dangerous. Their failures, and the failure of Lymond's Russia adventure and relationship with Guzel, tell us that you cannot hide from reality forever.

The book spends so long painting the backdrop of 16th century Russia that it makes me think that Dunnett got too caught up in her research and needed a stronger editor, although there is also a parallel with Lymond in the idea of Russia as a traumatized nation struggling to establish itself, and of course, Lymond subsuming his need to deal with his own issues into a goal of building a nation.

It's also about exploration, about the intellectual wonder of discovering that there is more to the world, as we learn about Diccon Chancellor and the Muscovy Company. It’s wonderful imagery, but I struggle to how this fits coherently into the overall theme of the novel, and am curious how others reconcile it.

I like the idea of this book more than the reality. If you’re going to do to your hero what Dunnett did to Lymond in “Pawn,” there has to be consequences. But hundreds of pages of our hero in such a frozen state is difficult to read.

That said, the Hall of Revels is one of the best things in the series, and I’ll always love this book for that.

Checkmate

Checkmate is about reconciliation of self and recovery from trauma, as Lymond is forced (kicking and screaming) to accept who is and what he's done, and to allow himself to love and be loved. Philippa is his guide, as she discovers the secrets of his birth, understands his childhood, hears his tales of all the terrible things he's done, and loves him anyway. As far as genre, this is definitely a romance.

There are villains in this book (Leonard Bailey, Margaret Lennox, Austin Grey) but they're all fairly weak; the true antagonist is Lymond himself. From the beginning, he could have everything he needs to be happy (he's married to the woman he loves, and she loves him back!); his true struggle is to stop running from it (by escaping to Russia or committing suicide) and to break through his own psychological barriers enough to allow himself to accept it.

The primary parallel is with Jerott and Marthe, who also have happiness almost in their grasp, but never manage to achieve it.

The heritage plot looms large and is (IMO) tedious; it's so melodramatic that it takes some mental gymnastics to get it to make thematic sense to me. It ultimately comes down to Lymond's identity crisis and childhood trauma. His “father” rejected and abused him, so he based his identity on his relationship to his mother, but his suspicion that he is a bastard means he lives in terror that he doesn’t really belong in his family and that, if his mother isn’t perfect, he is rotten. (I love him but, my god, it is juvenile. The only way I can reconcile it is that his fear about the circumstances of his birth is really just a stand-in for his self-hatred caused by his traumas.) He also continues to struggle with his envy that Richard was born into a position with power and influence that Lymond has spent the past six books struggling to obtain, and that Lymond’s terrible traumas (starting with the galleys) would not have happened if he had been the heir. The discovery that he actually IS the legitimate heir is what finally snaps him out of it, since his reaction is to want to protect Richard, and this also reconciles him to Sybilla since protecting Richard was her goal too.

There are some other parts of this book that I struggle to reconcile (Lymond's inability to live if he can't have sex with Philippa; the way the focus on heritage seems to undercut the nature vs nurture themes; that no one but Jerott is bothered by Marthe's death, which undercuts some of the most moving moments in "Pawn”; and I mostly just pretend the predestination and telepathy stuff didn’t happen). On the other hand, I do sort of love the way this book wholeheartedly embraces the idea that there is no human being on earth who will ever be as melodramatic as Francis Crawford.

In terms of the historical elements, in addition to providing the narrative grounding for the character stuff to play out, it sets up the idea that Scotland has troubles coming up (the religious wars, the betrayal of the de Guises) and that Lymond needs to go home, let go of France and Russia, and focus on Scotland where he belongs. I’m sure there is also some political nuance in the fact that our Scottish hero, after spending so much time and energy in France, ends up with an English wife.

The conclusion in the music room is perfect - it brings us back to the amnesiac Lymond who innocently played music with Christian Stewart, to Thady Boy whose songs made the cynical French court weep, and fills the “void” Lymond described to Jerott where there was no prospect of music. The aspects of himself are finally reconciled and he has a partner to share his life with.

I am curious what others see as the macro / thematic big picture meanings of these books. :) And if anyone can find the key to make “Ringed Castle” and “Checkmate” make more sense to me...

#lymond #the lymond chronicles

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lucky-bad-penny · 3 years

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Pushing a Dom's limits....not such a great idea. (I wrote this...its a little long but hopefully worth it. Enjoy. 😘💜)

Credit goes to lilangeldevilkitten: Couldn't find the original post.

Monday was a good day, we did all our usually things, ate dinner together and then you went into your home office to work on a big project with a deadline and I went to my book club. However, I began feeling that restlessness the kind that gets me into trouble. Tuesday you went to work and I went to Yoga. Even after Yoga I couldn’t shake that restless feeling. When you came home later, expecting dinner ready on the table you were surprised to find that there was no dinner and I wasn’t home. I am supposed to call you to let you know if I am not going to be home. No correction, I need to ask you if it’s ok for me not to be home afterall you’re my owner. So, no phone call, no dinner and no sub.

I wasn’t too late when I drove up the driveway. Just 20 minutes after you arrived but the damage was done. Even though I had take-out you were still unhappy. I left my cell phone at the house. You tried to call me but it just rang in the other room. Once I explained what happened you weren’t as upset but you did remind me that I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere without my phone. We ate and then you went to work in your office. My restlessness grew and by Wednesday and Thursday so did my smart mouth. I couldn’t stop myself. Everything had a smartass twist to it.

You let it go because I wasn’t being disrespectful just sassy but it was starting to get to you.

You really didn’t like my answer Thursday night when I replied with “Out as in leaving the house!” when you asked me where I was going. You glanced up from your desk and just glared at me. I smiled a cheesy grin and tried to walk away but I didn’t get far. You moved so quickly I didn’t have a chance to even think about running. Your hand found my hair, you jerked my head back and asked me if I wanted to repeat myself.

Hell no I didn’t, not with the way your eyes blazed. I whispered, “No Sir" You say, “Better. I am going to ask you again, where are you going?“ This time I tell you and you give me a curfew. What? You have never done that before. I do go out but I didn’t make my curfew. It was close. I missed it by 15 minutes. I didn’t call either. I didn’t think you would mind it was only 15 minutes. You were already in bed. I changed and crept in the bed. I hear your voice announcing my tardiness and informing me I lost my next Thursday’s outing. I am aggravated by this and try to argue with you but it goes on deaf ears.

My restlessness usually gets me in to trouble but for some reason you aren’t doing anything about it. You are being more lenient than usual.

On Friday, I return from my Yoga class. It’s an extra long class on Fridays but I feel wonderful. I was planning on going to the spa and get a massage and maybe a facial. I jump in the shower. When I was done showering I dried myself off and wrapped myself up in my robe. That’s when I heard a noise. Someone is in the house! I dash down the stairs to check just to see you standing there.

I sigh in relief until you told me why you were home from work early. You were there to take care of all my little misbehavings throughout the week starting with Tuesday. You smile wickedly at my shocked expression.

"You really didn’t think I was going to let you get away with your behavior this past week did you?“ I did, I really did.

You continue, “I see myself as understanding and fair. I know we all make mistakes but you baby were doing them deliberately. You think I wasn’t paying attention? I know you have been feeling restless. I was seeing just how far you were going to take this. Your smart ass answers, disrespecting the rules and even arguing with me. It seems to me that you need a lot of reminding of who is in charge here.”

All I can do is stare at you. OMG, your serious! I feel that familiar mixture of fear, anticipation and yes even some excitement. You know I need this and you have been waiting for this moment. To see this exact expression on my face. It has almost made all the waiting worth it. Almost. You motion for me to come to you.

I hesitantly take a step forward. You shake your head no. “Take off the robe, get down on all fours. I want you to crawl to me. This isn’t a scene baby, you’re being punished.”

I stare at you in disbelief. You want me to crawl to you? Just then you snap your fingers and point your index finger down. You are inside my head. You heard me question you without even saying anything. I felt so small just then. It even crossed by mind to run but where would I go? You would eventually catch me and if I thought I was in trouble now it would be a lot worse compared to what would happen after I ran and then was caught.

No, I needed this just as much as I knew you had to give it. I feel your gaze burning through me. I slowly take off my robe my eyes never leaving yours. I let the robe fall making a pool around my feet on the floor. I drop down to my hands and knees. The distance between us seems like miles apart but in reality we are only a few feet away. Your look is stern and I can tell you won’t be faltering. I pushed you over the line this time and I know I won’t be able to just apologize to get out of this.

I’m usually very good but when I’m bad I can get myself in a whole bunch of trouble. I know you need to do this and I know I deserve to be punished. We both have our reasons as to why it has to be done. I’m not afraid of you by any means but I also know this isn’t going to be a walk in the park either. Your punishments can usually have me remembering days later not to push your buttons.

I slowly crawl to you and kneel at your feet. I can’t look at you. I mean, how can I? I don’t know why I do these things but you seem to understand them. You also know that I get restless and it makes me do things I wouldn’t normally do but then we have a meeting of the minds. I get reminded of who owns me and that I have rules to follow.

You sit down in your chair and tap your leg motioning me to come closer. I crawl closer to you then sit back on my heels. You tell me all the reasons why I’m being punished in your calm low voice. I can already feel tears wetting my cheeks. I hate disappointing you when it comes down to it and hearing all my transgression as you list them makes me feel terrible.

I see toys, paddles and other objects on the table next to you. This is going to be a long day and night. After you finish telling me the reasons why I am being punished you ask me if I have anything to say. I mumble “no” because everything you said was correct. I did all those things and in truth I think you left out a few smart ass remarks.

You grab my chin so you can look in my eyes, “What was that?“ I want to turn my head but you had such strong hold of my chin that I couldn’t move. “No Sir” I said much clearer. “You better address me properly or I will add that to your long list. Is that clear?" I agreed and I didn’t forget the Sir part.

You had me get on all fours again. I can feel your big strong hands rub my ass. Your hand disappeared for moment but came crashing down hard on my right cheek. Then you began alternating the smacks and they felt like they were getting harder and harder.

I was counting the hits in my head and after 20 I stopped. You kept going and my ass was on fire. When you finally stopped you rubbed my scorching ass. That helped to soothe the burn a little but I could feel the thumping of pain every time you took your gently hand away.

"That was just a warm up baby. Are you ready for your real spankings?" Real spankings?? Holy shit. I glance back at you and you are concentrating at the table looking for your weapon of choice. "I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you." I stuttered,” YYYES Ssir!“ You gaze back at me and smile, "Good girl!”

“Remember baby, you asked for this with your behavior. You assumed I wasn’t paying attention. Trust me, I’m always paying attention."

You pick up your black leather belt, fold it in half and snap it loudly. I jump at the sound and try to prepare myself for the leather to lick my behind with the same loud cracking sound.

The belt leaves criss cross marks on my backside. Wide stripes with different shades of red and pink. I am crying now but not real loud at least not yet. Each time you swing the belt I can feel it cut into my flesh. I stop counting after 50 swings. I begin to think or try to think of something else. I needed my body to embrace the pain.

I hear the belt drop to the floor and I felt a sense of relief. You grabbed my chin and kissed me hard bruising my lips. It was still a very passionate kiss and I wanted more but you released me and told me to stay put. You held a glass of water to my lips and let me have a drink and I thanked you for it.

This night was far from over. You pushed a gag ball in my mouth and strapped it tightly closed. You then pushed my head down and told me to keep my ass in the air and spread my knees apart. Then you took my arms and folded them behind my back tying them in place. I am completely vulnerable and under your will with my ass on fire decorated with criss cross marks.

I feel lube go in my anus as your finger goes in and out then another finger with more lube. You begin slap my pussy a couple of times and you hear me moan behind the gag. I am so wet and my clit is throbbing. You just laugh menancely. I can’t see what you are doing but I can feel this hard cold object entering in my ass. You slowly move the object back and forth in my anus. It feels good it doesn’t hurt but I also noticed you didn’t put the object all the way in. You tell me to hold it place.

I have to use my ass muscles to hold this glass dildo that is also a flogger in only half way.

"OK baby, you have to hold this in using your ass muscles. If it falls out you will be punished longer. This little exercise can take time off your punishment. Do you understand how this works?” I nod yes. “Good, it begins now.” And you let go of the dildo. Whoa, it’s a lot harder than I thought it would be. I am struggle to balance this thing and squeezing my ass muscles to keep it in place. Every now and then you will jerk on one of the tassels making it harder for me to hold on to it. I hear you laugh wickedly after you tug on a tassel and you hear me cry out behind the gag.

I sat like this for a good 30-40 minutes without it falling. Then I hear a buzzing sound and it’s the Hitachi. “OMG, no. Please Sir no” I muffle behind my gag but you can’t hear me. I feel it on my little clit and you remind me to hold the dildo in place or I won’t cum for a while. You have never done anything like this before. This is pure torture. At one point I almost lost control and forgot about the dildo in my ass. “Baby, you better not cum now either because I am not giving you permission to."

So here I am kneeling, with my colored criss crossed ass in the air, a dildo with a flogger sticking half way out, and a Hitachi to my clit. I can’t cum or let go of the dildo or there will be consequences. My ass is on fire with its own little heartbeat. I am completely helpless and under my owner’s will or should I say wrath. It went on like this for an hour. I had tears streaming down my face. I almost gave up. I was becoming sore from holding the dildo in place and I wanted to cum so bad.

I hear the Hitachi turn off and you putting it on the table. I feel the dildo slide out of my ass slowly. You are behind me kneeling. You tell me you are very proud of me and I just nod. You unbuttoned your pants and zip the zipper down. You release your impressive manhood. You are holding it, stroking it and you plow right in my backside hard. I yelp behind the gag. You let my ass adjust to your size before you slide back out to the tip and thrust back in roughly. You continue to do this until your rhythm speeds up.

You are brutally fucking my ass making me brink of cumming. I don’t know how much longer I can last. I know you are going to cum soon. You reach around and pinch my clit hard and I scream behind the gag. You order me to cum and I do.

Just a huge wave splashes onto my inner thighs and you can feel my backside tightening around your cock when it does. That’s your undoing and I can feel your hot juices explode in my ass as I hear you moan loudly. You collapse on top of me until you catch your breath and I am still panting behind the gag.

You tell me to stay in my position and of course I do. I couldn’t move if I wanted too. You get up go over to your table of toys and pick out a plug. I feel you insert the plug in my ass leaving your explosion inside me. I gasp because it’s a little larger than what I am used too. You then untie my hands and release the gag from my mouth. You tell me I may kneel up. I do and you give me some water to drink. You sit back down in your chair and open your arms to me. I don’t hesitate for a second I jump in your arms and on your lap. You hug me tightly and I hold onto you like my life depended on it. I tell you that I’m sorry and you reply with, "I know baby, I know you are." Tears stream down my face again but it’s more of a cleansing thing. You wipe them away gently, kiss me softly and tell me I’m beautiful. That makes me laugh. Me with my face red from crying but I know one thing I didn’t argue with you about it. I always think I won’t ever act like this again but I know I will and you know it too. Until next time….

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lilaclovestowrite · 4 years

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Arcade Chaos (Katsuki x Cheerful!Reader)

“ Bakugo oneshot with cheerful!reader at arcade plz? ”

Type: Request from Quotev

Words: 2556

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairing: Katsuki x Reader

Genre: Hint of fluff, lots of Katsuki rage lol, and mainly humor

Summary: Somehow, you’re able to drag your crush, Katsuki Bakugou, to an arcade for the day. Of course, this creates chaos, since the Bakusquad happens to be there as well. But maybe, after all the chaos, you’ll finally be able to confess your true feelings to him!

Warnings:

None

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“Why the heck are we in this lame place!?” questioned an irritated Katsuki.

“Cuz arcades are fun!” I answered, leading him in by the hand. He was very resistant—but he was no match for my nonexistent strength.

“Fun? This place is for nerds who live in their mom’s basement. Just like stupid—”

“Deku, yeah, yeah,” I finished for him with a blasé attitude. “I’ve heard it all before. Why don’t you just focus on something else besides Midoriya?”

“Pfft, like what?”

“Uh, something that actually matters. Video games, obviously.”

“I’m leaving.” Just as he tried to escape, I pulled him back.

“Get yer hands off me!” He flicked his wrist away from me, and huffed as he scanned the arcade’s interior.

“Come on, please stay with me for just an hour? PLEEEEEAAAASSSEEEEEE~!?” I forcefully smiled, holding my hands together in a purposely pathetic pose.

“Well, you already kidnapped me so—whatever. And what’s the difference between these games and the ones on my phone? Only geeks play these chunky, 8-bit fossils.”

“Trust me. You’ll see,” I vaguely left as an answer.

After I dragged Katsuki around the building, I asked him if anything caught his eye. “So, do you know what game you wanna play?”

“’Nuke the Zombies’ didn’t look too trashy, I guess.”

I blinked once. “Uhh, how about something more child-friendly?”

“Fine. How about ’Blow up the Bunny’ then?”

Why did I ever think this was a good idea?

“Let’s not.”

But what we didn’t know, is that our other friends happened to be here as well! Eijiro, Denki, Hanta, and Mina approached us all at once.

“Wow! Hey, guys! Nice to see you here,” Eijiro greeted.

Hanta laughed. “Didn’t really expect to see you two here. . .specifically, together.”

“The heck you mean by that!?” Katsuki nearly erupted, but I held him back.

“Oh, y’know—just figured you’d be at home plotting your revenge for Midoriya or something.”

His response only earned him a snarl from Katsuki. But Mina, on the other hand, decided to push all of Katsuki’s buttons without thinking.

“Maybe they’re on a date!!” she gasped. “WAIT, ARE YOU—”

“SHUT YOUR MOUTH!! This isn’t a heckin’ date!” Katsuki debunked. “She bugged me nonstop about coming to this trash hole, and finally got on my nerves, so I came.”

By the smug look on my friend’s faces—they were obviously not buying it. Truthfully, I wouldn’t have minded it if were a date. Considering I’ve always had a thing for Katsuki. People may have thought I was crazy for liking someone so spastic with anger management issues—but there was more to him than just his atrocious personality. He had a lot of admirable qualities like uh, well, I’ll think of some later.

“Alright then~” Mina giggled.

“Guys, when can we play some games?” asked Denki.

“Right now!” Eijiro made an immediate beeline for Whac-A-Mole. “Bakugou, you gotta try out this game! I used to play it when I was younger, and it’s so much fun.”

“The heck is it?”

Katsuki stormed over and studied the attributes of the vintage game, while Eijiro explained the rules of it to him.

“And when the mole thing rises up, you just hit it with this mallet!”

“Pfft, sounds like a baby game. Pass.”

“Aw, c’mon!” I joined in, trying to convince him to try it out.

Hanta agreed, “Yeah! Don’t be such a wet blanket, man.”

After all our nagging, he eventually gave in and reluctantly picked up the game mallet. “Gross, a thousand brats probably got their diseased germs all over this thing.”

“They’re not as diseased as your attitude, that’s for sure—”

“COME AGAIN, KNOCK-OFF PIKACHU!?!”

“Hey, hey,” Eijiro tried calming. “Just try one round at least!”

“Ugh, fine.”

Once the game started, the plastic moles slowly rose up from their holes, and each one was hammered by Katsuki. He displayed his obvious boredom through stance and expression.

“This game is about as fun as watching paint dry.”

“Oh, it gets harder,” I snickered.

“This is about as hard as using Deku as a football.”

But he was soon showed otherwise—as the game’s difficulty increased. The moles now only stayed up for half a second now, and even Katsuki was having a hard time keeping up.

“C’mon, dude! Whack them!” Eijiro cheered.

“THIS STUPID MALLET ISN’T WORKING!!!” he screeched, causing the rest of the people around us to stare. It was a bit embarrassing. But that’s my penalty for going out in public with Katsuki. “DIE, RATS, DIEEEEEE!!!!” So, he dropped the mallet, and just started exploding the moles with his hands.

And of course, the result was he melted the arcade machine. All the moles were now nothing but liquefied plastic, which was totally uncalled for compared to the games standards.

I walked back to my friend’s table with Katsuki by my side.

“Alright, I just called Katsuki’s therapist and he was able to, er—scream out his issues. So, I think we’re good!” I informed with a thumbs up.

“My therapist can bite rocks.”

I let out a sigh of disappointment at his rude response.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Did you see any games that caught your eye?” Hanta wondered.

I answered with, “Hmm. . .well, I did wanna play Whac-A-Mole. But now it’s melted into the flooring, so. . .”

“It wasn’t even fun,” Katsuki downplayed. “I have more fun beating Deku. Wait—they should make a game called Whac-A-Deku. Now, I’d play that.”

We only stared at our friend, mildly disturbed.

Hanta said, “Pac-Man it is, then.”

After playing a few more games, we headed to the eating area. We ordered some pizza and soda, so we just chatted as we ate.

“You guys, what do you think is better? Pac-Man or Ms. Pac-Man?” asked Mina.

“They’re the same thing, Raccoon Eyes.”

“NO, PAC-MAN IS A MAN, AND MS. PAC-MAN IS A WOMAN.”

I awkwardly nibbled on my pizza, watching the conversation between them take a nosedive for the worst.

“Guys, is butter a carb?” Katsuki asked us.

Denki replied, “I don’t know—I don’t watch Gordon Ramsey.”

“Whatever, I’m getting cheese fries.” He launched his pizza in the trash can (which he carelessly missed), and headed back to the ordering station.

Just as Katsuki got out of earshot, Mina immediately began interrogating me.

“So. . .ya sure you two weren’t on a date~?”

I went red with total shock and embarrassment. “What? No way! He doesn’t like me like that.”

Hanta chuckled. “He liked you enough for you to literally drag him here. That’s like, a deathwish for most people.”

I knew he had a point.

Eijiro said, “Plus, he needs a girlfriend. He needs someone to keep him fairly sane.”

All their talking had me blushing. Yes, I liked Katsuki a lot—but I never thought it’d go any further than that. However, you never know about these kind of things.

“So. . .should I ask him out or something?” I hesitantly questioned.

“Go ahead! I mean, there’s not a line of girls trying to date him, that’s for sure.”

I took it into consideration. Maybe today, I should try to make a move. I mean, YOLO, amirite?

“Alright, I’ll try next time I see him,” I gulped.

They all smiled uncontrollably, but instinctively stopped once Katsuki returned to the table.

“Why’re you idiots all staring at me like a bunch of idiots?”

“Oh, uh—well. . .” I mentally prepared myself for rejection. I knew all my friends were bursting at the seams, waiting for me to confess my feelings to Katsuki. But it was just so awkward. So, I chickened out. “I uh, wanted to know if you were gonna share your cheese fries with me.”

“What does share mean?”

I could hear Eijiro facepalm. So, I ended the awkwardness with, “Nothing! Just eat your fries—”

Later, we all continued searching for what else to play.

So, I cleared my throat to get everyone’s attention. “Ahem. How about we do something that’s multiplayer?”

“You mean like a competition?” Katsuki wondered, a psychotic smile forming on his face once the idea of winning first place entered his mind. Now, we were all scared.

“Uh, you’re smiling like a psycho again—I MEAN, uh, yeah! We just need to find a game that allows two players. . .and one that isn’t taken.” As I examined the room and every one of its consoles, I found one that caught my eye.

Dance Dance Revolution (DDR).

“Hmm, I know! That one!” I excitedly pointed to the one I was referring to.

“OMG, that one is so cool! I used to play it when I was younger!” Mina beamed.

“Oh, great. Dancing? I thought you’d pick something that would actually hold my interest. Like no-scoping zombies or something.”

I crossed my arms and said the thing I knew would make him do what I wanted. “What? You think you can’t beat me? Think I’m gonna win instead~?”

“Pfft, in your dreams. I’d beat you at any game at any time of the week. You’re a lame gamer.”

“You think so, eh? Well, let’s just find out!” I skipped over to the DDR machine and patiently waited for the two children to finish up their round. However, patience wasn’t an idea Katsuki could process in his arrogant brain.

“Hit the road, punks! I’ve got a game to win!” He shoved the two kids off, and cleared the platforms for both of us. I tried mouthing an apology to the two schoolboys, but they had already escaped to find their parents.

Katsuki extended his arms and stretched out his fingers. Eijiro and Hanta approached me, asking if I was sure this was a good idea. I knew Katsuki was unhealthily obsessed with winning, but that only made it more fun being his opponent, at least in my opinion! (Plus, seeing him fail was ten-times funnier).

“Go easy on her, dude,” Denki tried helping out.

“No way, Calamari. I’m not a braindead loser like you.” Finishing up his mini exercise, he stepped onto the dance platform. “What’re you waiting for, girly?” Katsuki snarked at me with a confident smirk.

I stepped on mine as well, and scrolled through the list of songs to perform. “We could start with easy mode,” I offered.

“No way. Go for the hardest mode you can find.”

Someone was going to break their legs, and it wasn’t going to be Midoriya this time around.

“Oh. . .well, uh—alright!” I landed my finger on this Vocaloid song called The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku, which was apparently the most challenging one on this menu. “Alright, there’s the modes: Beginner, Intermediate, Pro, Master, and uh, Death.”

“Choose Death then.”

With a cloud of anxiousness looming over my figure, I pressed that option. I didn’t know what to expect—but I was scared.

“How bad can it be?” chuckled Eijiro.

Oh, but it was pain. It was the most torture I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.

When the gameplay started, it wasn’t too hard in the intro of the song. But when the fast part came, it was like we were dancing to save our lives. People in the building came to spectate us and our anguish—but our friends cheered us on the entire time.

“REEEEEEEEE, END MEEEEEEEEEE!!!” Katsuki screeched as he barely managed to touch the flashing tiles on his platform.

I felt as if I was jumping across a room full of nails sticking straight up. I could barely keep up with the beat of the song, and I was already exhausted. But we weren’t even halfway into it.

“BEATING ALL FOR ONE IS EASIER THAN THIS TORTURE MACHINE!” roared Katsuki.

“You’re almost to the beat break!” Hanta reassured.

Finally, the first verse of the song ended. So, our legs could take a break for a few seconds. Katsuki and I were desperately trying to regain oxygen, since it was such a rush. When we looked at our current scores—I saw that I was luckily five points higher than Katsuki.

“WHAT THE HECK!? HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE!?” he raged.

“HA.”

Everyone cheered for me at the moment, but Katsuki wasn’t having it. He was more than determined to beat me now.

When the gameplay resumed, we continued to push ourselves to dance on the correct tiles. Our scores were nearing closer together, and it was only a matter of time before one of us passed each other for good and won.

“ALMOST THERE,” Katsuki spoke to himself, as he glimpsed at his own score.

But just the moment before it was all over, Denki accidentally activated his Quirk due to the hype building up in his system—and it shot out at the DDR machine, causing it to short-circuit and die.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” Katsuki bellowed out, as he fell on his knees and placed his hands on the now black screen. “I’M GONNA KILL YOU, STUPID PIKACHU!!!”

However, it was pointless because Denki already fried his brain and went dumb. “Wheyyyy~”

Eijiro couldn’t help but laugh hysterically, along with Hanta and Mina. It only made Katsuki’s blood boil—and frankly, I couldn’t help but giggle too.

“I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS PAIN.” Katsuki stood up and stalked out of the arcade. Of course, I followed him.

“Katsuki! Don’t be upset. It’s only a game.”

“I WAS SO CLOSE TO WINNING!” he fumed. “I COULD HAVE BROKEN THE STUPID RECORD—”

“Shh, just relax! They’ll probably fix it, and we can always come back later.” I placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, which he surprisingly didn’t flick off.

“Hmph. I’m never playing that demon game ever again.”

I laughed softly. “Well, there’s plenty of other games. But other than the fact Denki shut off the game—did you have fun?”

He turned his head to me, and for I moment, I swear I saw his eyes soften by a fraction. “Maybe a little—but not that much.”

I’ll take that as a yes, coming from him.

But now that we were together with no other distractions, I decided to take a risk and slide my hand into his. He widened his eyes—since affection was probably a concept far removed from his unfriendly mentality.

I looked down at the floor and smiled, saying, “I was thinking, Katsuki. Would you uh, would you consider being my Player Two?”

I didn’t even care how cheesy I was being at this point.

“The heck does that mean?”

Our friends screamed from a distance, “SHE’S ASKING YOU OUT, GENIUS!”

Katsuki stiffened up, since he was struggling to find a riposte to throw back in my face. But it was relentless. Instead, he let out a sigh and told me, “That’s the sappiest and most idiotic thing I’ve ever heard—but sure. You’re not as annoying as the others.”

I strained my cheeks from smiling so much, and I threw my arms gleefully around Katsuki. The others were probably afraid he’d blow up or something, but thankfully, he didn’t. Instead, he returned the favor by awkwardly rubbing my head.

“They’re so cute together~” sighed Mina.

“Yeah, Bakugou better not screw it up,” Eijiro added with a smile.

“It’s Bakugou, he screws everything up.”

“True.”

Maybe coming to this place was a good idea after all~

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softandtired · 5 years

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Headcanon for how RFA+Saeran support an MC in their weightloss journey

This is my first attempt at making a mystic messenger headcanon post, so please forgive me if it's not the best! No one asked for this prompt but oh well...

Yoosung:

"You want to lose weight? Why?" After you explain that you need to for health reasons, yoosung's round puppy eyes flash to a determined expression. He would get really excited about helping you figure out your new meal plans; insisting to make half of them for you himself. It gives him cooking practice he wants, but mostly it's an excuse to be more domestic with you.

It's so fun to experiment with all the different healthy options he can think of… When things get stressful and you cheat(skipping a workout or binge eating cake) you know hes there with you to make sure you don't beat yourself up. You feel so comfortable talking about the whole ordeal with him, that it hypes you up even more to work harder and show him how much healthier you have become through your guyses work together. While Yoosung is a gamer and not exactly a gym rat, he will go with you to the gym sometimes… "I got us matching gym shirts MC! That's not to cheesy is it?!" Give this little boy some cuddles, he's so loyal and supportive through it all he deserves it!

Zen:

When you explain about your trip to the doctors and how they said you needed to lose weight for your health...Hyun was instantly concerned about how you were taking it. "You know you're gorgeous, babe, right? In fact it's hard for me too keep my hands off you…" You laugh and reassure him with a kiss. Zen has never let you feel bad about your body, and you've really gotten to a place where you have loved yourself. But your body has been in a lot if pain lately and your longterm health was definitely worth this healthy lifestyle change.

Lucky for you, Zen knows ALL about that healthy lifestyle. You start with him taking you to the gym and teaching you to lift weights… with him there, the process was much more fun then you ever thought it could be(plus Zen at the gym… panting and covered in sweat… urging you to push through your exercises… ahem*cough*). You're not exactly a fan of only ever eating salads like he does, so you guys eventually work out healthy meals that you both enjoy. Who knew you were so good at seasoning chicken? And Zen made hella tasty veggie salads! Honestly the experience brings you guys even closer together as a couple and when the doctor weighs you two months later, you end up crying happy tears. You've felt lighter and stronger than you had in a very long time. The next time you see Zen you surprise tackle him with kisses. Expect a very romantic date to celebrate.

Jumin:

This rich boy. He's got nutritionists, personal coaches…. He would have bought a whole chain of gyms if it made you happy. When you first bring up your weight loss goals he's instantly on the phone, arranging all the help you could possibly need to reach your goals. "Whatever you need MC, I will arrange it". In fact, all this "help" overwhelms you a lot at first. You ask him if it was alright if the two of you workout together, and his face turns into one of his beautifully soft smiles. "Of course, my love."

Jumin. Spandex gym shirt. LIFE.

Not gonna lie, several of your guyses gym days end with you tugging him away from the coach and the elliptical so you can examine his body up close and personal… Workout Jumin is a side you are not used to seeing, and its… stimulating.

Boy uses this to his advantage on days your groaning and not willing to get out of bed to do push ups.

Jaehee:

When you came home from your doctor's appointment rambling on about terms like "prediabetic" and your needed life change, she was worried. Was your health really that bad? Was there anything she could do to help? When you explained that your weight loss would mostly be preventative she let out a sigh of relief. You meant so much to her, but she wasn't the most knowledgeable when it came to health and such. Sure she knew about portions sizes and things but she hadn't exactly been raised to take care of herself.

So, of course she uses her amazing research skills to help you craft a scientifically proven meal and exercise plan that would actually be realistically manageable for you. She even saved up a bit of money from the cafe to buy you guys a home elliptical machine. "I know you find it difficult to go to the gym sometimes after being exhausted from work… so I just wanted to make it a little easier for you."

An angel. This woman is an angel.

You thank her with a thousand kisses and an intimate bubble bath😘

Saeyoung:

"This is your fault Saeyoung. I told you all those honey buddha chips would make me prediabetic." When you get back from the doctor's and tell Saeyoung about your need to live healthier and lose weight, he takes it surprisingly serious at first. You dont even ask him to help support you, hes already on board with an exercise plan. But again this is Saeyoung. "Saeyoung, where did all my clothes go?" They are in a lock box, attached to a strange eliptical??? Machine that saw cooked up. "It will only unlock after ten minutes of activity MC!"

Honestly, the boy has so much fun thinking of unconventional ways to get you to exercise. Who needs a gym, when he can send you on quests/scavenger hunts through the neighborhood, leaving little notes and things up trees. He gets you a pretty bike, and the two of you make a habit of biking together. It's hard for Saeyoung to schedule it sometimes, but he will do anything to make sure you are healthy and stay with him as long as possible~ He even goes so far as to make you a special Stationary bike that gives compliments to you as you workout! "Keep up the hard work! Your booty's lookin' fiiiiiiiine."(seven why? Omg). He never let's you feel alone in all this. He can't completely give up his chips and dr Pepper but he's managed to curb it a bit… sorta. You still find crumbs and empty bags stashed in odd places but he always apologizes and gives you hugs. "You know meow I'm getting awful jealous of that bike…" He snuggles into your neck and wraps his arms tight around you. "Maybe you should spend more time riding me hmm?" OMG SAEYOUNG WHY-

Saeran:

Saerans reaction is a little less enthusiastic than the rest of the RFA. He doesn't exactly know how to be healthy much, and is really quite worried for your health at first. "I dont think you need to lose weight but if the doctor says it will help…" Hes more hands off with his support of you. Like yoosung, he relishes the opportunity to cook new foods for you, and when you fall off the wagon or get discouraged, he takes your hands in his and softly kisses your forehead. " I know this is hard. It's amazing you've gotten this far. It's okay of you mess up from time to time, but it doesnt define you. You will get to your goal eventually, okay?" SWEET MARSHMELLOW BABY HES PRECIOUS IM DEAD.

You and him go on walks more regularly now and he really loves it. More time to explore around your guyses neighborhood/city, and just experience new things together… it makes his heart melt. You've always tried to help him take care of himself but to do little things for eachothers health like this really means a lot for the both of you. When you meet your weight goal, you are so ecstatic, you tackle hug him. The boys so happy he bakes you a cake!(And it's okay to have some because health is about healthy portioning, not quitting everything you love and enjoy!)

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polyamorous-mysme · 5 years

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if i remember right, you did non-mc poly ships as well right? do you have any headcanons related to the first post thing you reblogged with zen/yoosung/seven?

oh my god that other anon that asked for this one got the TOTALLY WRONG ANSWERS because i used the wrong ask meme 😭😭😭 so sorry non

and yes i actually prefer non-mc ships tbh!

If you had to change the pairing’s very first meeting, how would you change it?

hm this is weird with mysme but i have to say i totally love the idea of seven and yoosung meeting in LOL and being cute gamer bfs and since we all know seven is a huge fan of zen i like the idea of the pair of them like. being somewhat famous in zen fan circles for mixing gaming and zen characters and zen meets up with them to thank them cause 707 has done so much to boost his popularity like. literally singlehandedly

What song fits your pairing the most?

not really the song itself but more the title maybe a bit of both but 15 reading homestuck on the internet - atlas is the first that comes to mind (as i was writing this i remembered internet personas by the same artist and it fits SO well)

What is your favorite AU/prompt idea/trope for your pairing?

HMMMM maybe a soulmate au like i love yoosung and seven getting paired together in a viddy game match and yoosung hearing “YO WHATS GOOD GAMERS LETS GIT THIS BREAD” and thats literally whats tattooed on his hip and 707 having “omg wadda hell” on his wrist and both of them have like. “are you here for a selfie:)?” w zen just having “oh” “um” on him like that would be so fucking FUNNY. for a prompt idea or trope i really like the idea of enemies to lovers like yoosung and 707 being competitors in an esports league that zen managed to score a place in like hosting cause his manager said it would be really good to expand his fanbase. i love it. gorgeous.

Do you prefer canon ideas or do you have your own headcanons for them?

little bit of both i mean i like 707s canon interactions w both of them but when it comes to zen and yoosung they arent really the BEST of friends and they butt heads a lot so you really kinda have to hc where those interactions are coming from

Favorite canon moment of them?

oh the COFFEE prank definitely

Least favorite canon moment of them?

HMMMMM altogether i wouldnt be able to think of one off the top of my head but i dont rly like the convos of zen like. telling yoosung like. “you should be more like me:)” or 707 like. FORGETTING he told yoosung to come over to his house neither of those are really fun for me

Favorite headcanon trope/idea? (Your own or someone else’s)

no legit now that i think about it that soulmate au idea is so funny to me i literally might write like. just a little one-shot for that cause its entertaining me immensely rn

Least favorite headcanon trope/idea?

okay this isnt for the ship but i HATE tsundere yoosung please stop its gross. also stop treating trans!yoosung as an omg soft baby boy always anxious widdle baby like he is an adult w anxiety but he’s not. precious. he just needs to learn how to cope w shit better

Favorite aspect of them/their relationship dynamics?

i love how much zen and seven like. genuinely love yoosung. genuinely they both just want him to do well and start feeling better and zen trying to push yoosung to exercise and sevens little pranks are both just. them trying to make him feel better because they love him and i LOVE that

Least favorite aspect of them/their relationship dynamics? (Can be headcannon)

again: precious baby cant do anything himself yoosung or like. MEAN 707. he’s not mean or malicious.

If they aren’t a canon pairing, how would you get them together?

hm. in canon? 707 and yoosung sleepovers getting ready for party and zen seeing them both kinda work themselves/hide themselves away to death and forcing them to get out and have FUN and interactions with people.

NON-canon … seven and yoosung pro gamer boyz meeting zen like over twitter and realizing that they actually live in the same city and meeting together for coffee and then just. going from there!

If you had to take them and plunk them into another fandom, what fandom would that be? Why?

dont know what this means. they’re all in the zen is hot fandom tho

How hard is it write/draw your pairing? Scale of 1-10.

not that hard given other pairings they do have a great dynamic that i love. though i have a harder time writing zen in general so that knocks it down to a high seven/low eight

Is there a pairing that you think rivals them?

jaehee/mc/zen

Which character of the pairing do you like more? (Would you ever pair yourself with them?)

707 i love him so much cause i relate so hard. im a lesbian so not really but i had a hard comphet crush on 707 for a while.

Which character of your pairing would be the one to break up with the other? Why?

707 might if he thought he was gonna get them in trouble or put them in danger w his work. zen would if their unhealthy habits just kept going throughout the relationship and he felt like he was babysitting them more than dating them

Are they relatable as characters or as a pairing?

oh always. truthfully i can relate to all of them in a lot of ways and as a ship? yeah. love them.

Did you once/ever dislike one/both of them?

ive never been zen’s biggest fan tbh i did his route last and i didnt enjoy it really very much at all. him and yoosung just slide a lot under the radar for me but i dont dislike or hate either of them in canon or my own personal fanon. other ppls fanon though … yikes

On an estimate, how many posts have you made about them?

most my posts have 707 most of my reqs have 707 or zen. yoosungs pretty popular too but i think 707 would be the big one

What made you decide to ship them?

its my job:/

Favorite genre for them? (Angst, fluff, etc.)

angsty fluff. like good angst w some fluffy bits in the middle and ends in a big enormous $200 beanbag

#707 x yoosung x zen #zen #707 #yoosung #answer meme #mysme headcanons #mystic messenger headcanons #anonymous

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Mr Barakat & Mr Gaskarth

Hi!! Ive never really written any fan fictions or imagines before, so if this isnt that good im sorry. Ill try my hardest though:)

I walk through the school gates texting my best friend Aria. Im basically just ranting to her about how stressed- but excited i am because i have Mr Barakat first period. She sends me a message saying: “Yo i see u”, i look up in attempt to look for her and i see her straight away. I make my way towards her, running faster than i ever thought was possible.

“Hey whats up? Youre stressing so much calm down” Aria says to me while patting my back. Im crouched over, puffing from running.

You see, im not that good at exercise... at all.

*bell rings* “Come on lets go to class. I bet you’re just so excited to see Mr Barakat” aria says and nudges me in the side, i give her a threatening look in response. She stops.

I walk into the class room and make direct eye contact with Mr Barakat, it sent shivers down my spine. He smiled and i smiled back.

I walked to my usual seat at the back of the classroom and sat down next to aria. we talked for about a minute before mr Barakat decided to get up and quiet down the class. he started writing some stuff up on the whiteboard and instructed us on what to do for this lesson, of course, I wasn't listening. I was just paying attention to his pretty little face. he's adorable. ....and super hot.

I didn't do my work or pay attention to the stuff he was telling the classing was just looking at him. he was a really nice ass btw. r e a l l y n i c e. sometimes I just wanna poke it, buuuuuuuuut I can't really do that.

as I'm just staring, daydreaming, yknow, the usual, aria nudges me over and over again, truing to get my attention. I finally snap out of it. “HES COMING OVER” she whisper yelled at me. I look up and see him slowly making his way over to our desk. I immediately freak the fuck out and get really nervous.

“hey, y/n, can I see you after class? its important” he says to me and leans on my desk.

“y- yes of- of course mr Barakat” I stutter, but manage to get it out of my stupid mouth.

“great ill see you later” he says, and walks off.

I. nearly. screamed.

and so did aria..

she nudged my side and make a weird face.

“hm?” I said.

“HE ASKED UIIU TP DTASY BSCK ASFTERBCLSS” she said, I hardly understood a word she said, but I do understand why she was freaking out so much. he really did ask to see me after class, but it'll probably be something very different to what were both hoping.

see, my friend Aria has a ~crush~ on her music teacher, miss Page, and I, have a crush on mr Barakat, .......and another teacher called mr Gaskarth, yep. two crushes at once. lemme tell you its not fun. aria and I basically just fangirl a lot over our ‘teacher crushes’.

When the end of period bell rang, aria laughed and ran out of the classroom yelling ‘HAVE FUN!’.

...and at this point i wanted to die.

I walked up to the front of the classroom to his desk and stood there silently while he finished off talking to another student. When it was just him and i in the room he started talking.

“Like i said, this is important. Y/n youre failing my class horribly and im not sure why, would you like to explain?” He said in quite a serious tone. Now im scared.

“Uhm im not totally sure why im failing Mr Barakat im very sorr-“ he cut me off,

“so you dont know why youre failing?” He asked confused.

“N- no. Im sorry.” When really, i did know. It was because i never gave a damn about what he was saying i was only ever paying attention to his body.

“Hm okay well try a bit harder i guess... the only reason i can think of is that you always seem to be daydreamimg in class. Sooooooo might wanna stop that. Anyways see ya later alligator” he said and laughed. His laugh is adorable.

I smiled and waved goodbye, and walked out of the classroom. So.. he notices im day dreaming... that means he looks at me omg he knows i actually exist, unlike all the other teachers who just seem to ignore my whole existence. ...not mr gaskarth though hes nice too.

I made my way to the cola and met up with aria.

“OMG OMG OMG WHAT HAPPENED DID YOU KISS OMG WHAT HAPPENED” she yelled in my face, extremely loudly, just so everyone could hear.

“No. We did not. He simply talked to me about my grades and how i need to pay attention in class instead of daydreaming..” i said quite calmy.

Aria frowned.

We talked for the rest of recess and went to our next class, math. Ugh i hate our math teacher. So. Much.

I dont pay attention, i just think about mr barakat, aaaand then aria reminds me that i have music with him this afternoon. I instantly get nervous. Music with mr gaskarth always makes me nervous.. beause its really obvious when you didnt pay attention. Like, he could be explaining all this stuff, and then when he tells you to go play this particular instrument, you have no idea what the fuck he wants you to do with it. So its alwas nerve wracking.

*Le time skip*

The end of period bell goes, and i start making my way to music, aria and i part half way as she has cooking. Ha. Suck shit bitCh.

Im surprisingly the first one to the classroom, i slowly walk in and wave to mr gaskarth. He smiles and waves back.

“Do you know where the rest of the class is?” He asks me.

“Uhm no sorry im not sure.. i was wondering why i was the first one here haha..” I mentally face palm myself for being so awkward.

“Well, i guess we can just hang out until they all show up” he said and smiled.

I grinned and nodded. Oh man. Yes.

“So what’ve you been up to lately? Hows your day been so far?” He asks and smiles and then takes a sip of water from his bottle.

“Ehh its been okay i guess... the only two good parts of today were first period when i had mr barakat and now when i have you.” I laughed and so did he, i even saw him turn a slight shade of red. it was so cute. “Mr barakat talked to me after class and told me im failing because i daydream too much in class” i said and blushed, becuase damn i was embarrassed that i said that. God dammit i hate myself.

“Aw, well i mean you do daydream a lot y/n” he said and laughed.

I looked down at the floor and awkwardly laughed.

And just then the class walks in.

“Yo gaskarth sorry were late some kid got in a fight it was lit” some kid said. (Yes, murder me all youd like for that sentence).

“Oh.. its okay I guess” mr gaskarth said and re-positioned himself in his seat. Everyone sat down and i sat at the back of the room like i always do.

He started going on about some music shit.. i dont know what. I like music, well... listening to it. Music class? I hate it, its so boring, the only thing i like about it is my fucking teacher.

His lecture about what i think was about.... opera or some shit ended and he instructed us to all go get a keyboard and play a certain song. Now, you see... i cannot, and i mean CANNOT play keyboard. I am so bad at it. But mr gaskarth has given me an A on all my keyboard tasks anyways when i cant even do them.. hes nice with stuff like that. I wonder if he does it for anyone else...

I sat down at a keyboard and pressed the g note over.. and over... and over again for nearly 45 minutes, until last period had finished. Of course, i was looking at what mr gaskarth was doing while hitting the g note. He was adorable... his little smirk and the cute faces he makes are just, perfectly adorable.

When the end of bell rang, i got up, collected my stuff and headed to the door, but i felt a hand grab my arm and stop me in my tracks. I look behind me to see who it was, just expecting a random person in my class, it was actually mr gaskarth. I blushed like mad and i saw that he could see that. He nervously laughed and scratched his head while looking away cutely.

“So uh.. i just wanted to tell you that you look really nice today. Like, your hair and your makeup its just-“ i cut him off.

“THANK YOU” i practically yelled....

He laughed. “Youre welcome, youre very pretty. I heard some people calling you emo and ugly earlier.. and i didnt know what to do because i think you actually look great today” he said and smiled at me.

“Thank you, you really dont know how much that means to me, mr gaskarth.” I said and smiled sweetly and blushed again.

“Well... you should get going. Have a nice rest of the day” he said as i was leaving and smiled.

“You too, mr gaskarth” i replied, smiled, and waved him goodbye, he did too.

I made my way out of school and started walking home.

I hate that i like teachers... and two of them... why cant i just like 1 person? And can they not be a goddamn teacher? I sighed and continued my walk home.

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Underappreciated Sterek Fics Rec List

These are fics that all have less than 200 bookmarks, and I feel that they need more.

♥ The Demon Barber of Maple Avenue by heyshalina, marshmallowfluff M. 14k. When Stiles woke up on a Friday with his hair far too long for his own comfort, he decided he needed a haircut. He was not expecting the whole situation to end with Derek finally succumbing to their mutual sexual tension.Or the ghouls. He especially wasn't expecting to be eaten by ghouls.Basically, Stiles doesn't know anything super useful that's not supernatural-related. He has excellent butt-dialing skills, though, so that's a plus.

So funny. "Yeah, I know," he said decisively, trying to look like he'd been perfectly aware that sitting down at the barber shop was a thing you could do. He took a step sideways towards the nearest chair. Natalie looked back down at her computer. He took another step. Then another. Then he turned and walked confidently towards the chair. He had just started lowering himself into it when Natalie called to him. "Stiles, we're ready for you now!" He jumped up from his half-crouched over position and his bangs fell back into his eyes. He flicked his hair out of his face with a jerk of his head, and felt sort of like Justin Bieber, before the guy cut off his hair because people said he looked like a lesbian. In a moment of fear, Stiles glanced across the room at his reflection in one of the mirrors. Did he look like a lesbian? He didn't want to look like a lesbian. Not that lesbians were bad or anything. But lesbians were only attracted to women, technically. He didn't want that kind of label applied to him.

Control by Badwolf36 M. 12k. After (and their lives are always defined by “after.” “After” Derek’s family burned. “After” Scott got bit. “After” Gerard and the Kanima and the Alpha Pack and the Darach) the Nogitsune is pulled from him, Stiles becomes obsessed with control.

Sweeter, more heart-wrenching and innocent than you'd think. So good.

The Time Stiles Totally Knew What He Was Doing by otatop G. 1k. Stiles aggressively woos himself. // Derek is there too.

This is so. FUNNY.

♥ Eagle Lake by saltandbyrne E. 29k. It was supposed to be an easy summer job. But everything at this camp is a little odd, and that Hale boy from the hardware store? Definitely too good to be true. Everyone seems to have secrets, and sometimes the truth is stranger than anything Stiles can imagine.

Lovingly earns every hot, throbbing inch of its E rating, seamlessly and hilariously interspersed with bits like this:

Or maybe he's actually going to eat Stiles, because seriously, since when do handsome strangers just show up at boys' camps in the middle of nowhere with any plans other than serial killing? Stiles is going to get serial-killed, and all he can do is look up at his future cannibal axe-murderer and gape.

A fear-boner is definitely a real thing, because Stiles is sporting one so big that the awkward police can probably see it from space. In a lifetime of inexplicable boners, Stiles is pretty sure that his “I'm about to get cut into little pieces by a gorgeous psycho” woody is the least 'plicable.

Good Touch by ksalterego M. 6k. Derek notices that Stiles doesn't have a pack, so Stiles doesn't get pack hugs. Stiles clearly wants pack hugs. Also, Stiles smells far too much like Scott, far too often. // Derek decides to do something about it all.

So, I have a THING for fics featuring a touch-starved Stiles. Really sweet... Stiles needs hugs so badly.

Keep The Earth Below My Feet by plume_bob M. 12k. There's history to be found in the box of his mom's old memories, but history is problematic when Stiles thinks Derek might be the only one who knows the story. And, as usual, relying on Derek is an exercise in emotional juggling that Stiles is just not equipped to handle.

So fucking gorgeous, I can't even. The author's turn of phrase is beautiful:

“Are you fishing for me to tell you you're funny?” Derek asks slyly, like Stiles is a book he can open at any page and immediately follow.

and

“I'm not made of wet paper towels, Derek,” Stiles tells him, harder than he'd imagined it'd come out with him feeling like—well, wet paper towels. Sorta. Wet paper towels laying on an exposed electrical wire. “You're not gonna break me.”

Omg, Derek is doing his tattoo, and they're practically having sex AS HE INKS HIM, and it's really unbearably hot.

The Owl by 8611 M. 8k. The owl keeps his forest, and everything inside of it, safe. Even a pack of wolves.

Oh my god, such a gorgeous and vivid fairy tale. Stiles is perfect as Owl, just watching. The end is a little sad, in the way that fairy tales can be, but don't let that stop you, because the beauty... is lovely.

Into the Woods by KrisEleven T. 10k. “Well, yeah, I’m following someone," Stiles explained. Eyebrows raised as Derek's judging increased. “Not in a creepy way! It’s my best friend and his girlfriend.” One side of his stupid mouth rose in a wry smile. “Not like – they’re lost!” // Now Derek didn’t look amused at all. He looked back at the paper, no doubt noting that they had planned to have returned almost 48 hours ago. “You have to report that.” // “Oh, yeah, I didn’t think of that,” Stiles snarked. “Of course I reported it. I called the ranger station yesterday.” // “And they told you to stay out of the forest while they conducted a search.” It wasn’t a question. // “Well, okay, maybe that was said, but –” // “You’re an idiot,” he told Stiles, rolling his eyes.

Or, When Scott and Kira get lost on a romantic hike in The Siskiyou Wilderness, Stiles enlists the help of Mountain Man Derek Hale to find them and ends up on a completely unexpected romantic hike of his own.

He pulled items at random as he recognized them and thought of situations in which they could possibly be necessary. He put back the second can of bear mace after some deliberation. If that many bears attacked him, he would be dealing with some deeper issues. Lol.

How to please your house spirit by Lesatha M. 14k. Derek startled awake in the middle of the night. For a split second he didn’t know why, then as he felt a strange weight on his chest, he raised his head and looked down. And stayed speechless. // There was a tiny creature, barely the size of Derek’s whole hand, sitting on him. It had a human shape, from what Derek could see. // It looked furious.

ohmygod this is infinitely adorable, Stiles is a (murderous, multitasking, shapeshifting) little shit (so is Peter) and Derek is utterly wrapped around his (occasionally) tiny finger.

♥ In Which Stiles Finds He Much Prefers When Interesting Things Happen to Somebody Else by Zoom Zoom (PaperLillyWebs) T. 21k. “Finish what you start,” the skull rasps at him, making him jump. When he looks up, the skull is just as still as before.Loosely based on Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wayne Jones.

What a fun story! Stiles the apprentice is every bit of adorable, his Master Hale is a shadowy, mean kind of figure, and something's going on where none of the ends match up. The story borrows the Howl's Moving Castle world, but that's all, none of the plot or characters. I love it.

Attach me to your world by artisan447 E. 27k. Turns out Stiles is magic. He's as surprised about that as anyone.

Sweet, sexy and intense: everything you want a surprise bonding fledgling magic fic to be.

♥ Fasten You to Me by nubianamy E. 21k. The day gravity stopped working, Stiles was jogging through the park.

This story is so awesome, and surreal and frightening and sweet. Stiles is jogging in the park when suddenly reality departs... and all the people go falling into the sky. He straps himself to a root, manages to catch Derek, and then they spend the next three days together as the world disappears into a dense fog. They get to talk a lot, of course, and more than talk (and wow, Stiles has had a crush on him since he was a little kid!). But every once in a while, Stiles goes cold, and there are no words in his mouth, only a song, and everything recedes, and that's when Derek gets really scared and starts singing Beatles songs in his dreadful off-tune voice, trying to combat Stiles' song, trying to bring him back.

I fucking love this story.

A Hundred Echoes by hunters_retreat E. 28k. In the wake of life altering events, the Beacon Hills pack is trying to settle into some semblance of normal. After the nogitsune, all Stiles wants is to be able to breathe easy and know that his friends are safe. When Stiles begins to dream of his friends though, they turn out to be something extraordinary. Stiles is a spirit walker. The dreams leave him empathic and unable to control himself, but salvation comes in the unlikely form of Derek Hale. Stiles just needs to know two things. What is stirring in the woods of Beacon Hills to cause the entire pack to dream of horrific things? And can Derek help him learn to center himself and control his empathy before it’s too late?

In which Stiles is an empath and a dreamwalker, unbeknownst to himself. He can be hurt in dreams, but his empathy is so out of control that no one can touch him but Derek.

"I'm not leaving without you, Derek," Stiles told him. He held his hand out for Derek to take but it wasn't like Scott's dreams, or Isaac's. This was Derek and even in his dreams there was a circle of mountain ash between him and the people he could ask for help.

"Stiles, please go," Derek's voice lost its command as he pleaded with Stiles. "I'll survive. I'll heal as soon as I wake up. You won't."

♥ Prickly Thorn, but Sweetly Worn by khasael T. 15k. An unhelpful witch gives Stiles a gift he doesn't want. It's hard to say whether Derek is pleased by this or not... although not for the usual reasons.

Oh, joy. Derek-the-hedgehog is utterly cute, and Stiles basically monologues for most of the chapters, and it's precious.

Massage Therapy by reillyblack M. 11k. Stiles wins the big lottery prize at the police departments annual fundraiser -- five at-home massages with the best masseuse in town. Which, ok, awesome, except... one problem: "the best masseuse in town" turns out to be the ridiculously hot, grumpy, man of his dreams and Stiles can NOT figure out how to hit on him during their sessions together without making him feel like a prostitute.

Very quick, and awkward and sweet. I'd love for it to be twice as long and twice as explicit, but I'll take what I can get ;-)

#rec list #sterek rec list #sterek fic recs #teen wolf fic recs #underappreciated fics

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This is a bit speculation, but since we're talking about C and her being an INTJ and all of that, how do picture her back in the day, before all the shit happened and came down to Earth and before her imprisonment? Like, how do you imagine her as a character, as a student, as a teenager and her relationships with Jake, Abby, Wells and Jaha? How do you imagine the whole picture?

Omg, I freaking love this ask.

I realize now that you’ve brought it up that I’ve never actually taken time to consider my impression of Clarke while she was on the Ark. I mean, I’ve never consciously mulled over my thoughts on that, but I definitely HAVE an image of the way that Clarke interacted with others up on the Ark and functioned in a “normal” environment.

And you know what just occurred to me? I’ve basically just been imagining myself in high school this entire time (which, really isn’t all that surprising considering I, too, am an INTJ).

I imagine Clarke as being a very strong student (which we have canon evidence for this, considering Pike’s “if only all my students could be as good as Clarke Griffin). Naturally smart, but also an overachiever. Clarke seems like the kind of person who strives for perfection in all aspects of her life, especially in her studies (back when that was her main concern) and put a lot of time and effort into her schoolwork. I think that, if Clarke was still on the Ark, she probably would have ended up following in Abby’s footsteps and ending up on the council, since she’s very opinionated and has natural leadership capabilities, and maybe she would have trained as a medical apprentice too (like in the books) since she seems to have a natural talent for that kind of thing.

Since Clarke is pretty much known for isolating herself on the show, I get the impression that she didn’t really have many friends other than Wells. She knew Wells because they were family friends and they were both privileged so it just made sense. Their friendship was born out of the fact that their parents were both on the council and they were in the same social orbit. Its also an INTJ characteristic to come off as being kind of cold, distant, and arrogant and I think that Clarke’s strong personality and drive may have been off-putting for some of the other kids in her age bracket.

Not to mention, there’s the whole class issue. From what we’ve seen on the show, the privileged take up a very, very small portion of the Ark’s population and there’s a lot of resentment among the people who aren’t part of that small social circle. We saw this on the ground - people didn’t respect Clarke because of her privilege. They thought she was snotty and a spoiled “princess” who was used to everything being handed to her on a silver platter. Now that’s not necessarily true for Clarke, but I would say that - based on her completely misjudged and mostly unsuccessful early interactions with the delinquents - Clarke did, to a certain extent, take her privilege for granted and didn’t really know how to interact with people who didn’t have the same background/opportunities as she did. That’s what made it so difficult for Clarke to reach the delinquent’s at the start of Season 1, and a large part why she needed Bellamy’s help. (Obviously, things are different now, as the class structure has kind of shifted and fallen apart on the ground.)

So basically, I think Wells was Clarke’s only good friend, and that she may have had a few other less-close friends (like Riley), who were also in the upper class.

As for family life, I think she was probably a pretty obedient daughter. Not very rebellious, but still with a strong sense of what’s right or wrong. I just don’t think she actively exercised that part of her personality until the whole Jake ordeal.

I’ve always kind of headcanoned Clarke as being a total father’s daughter kind of girl. In the flashbacks that we saw, it looked like she was really close to her dad and they spent a lot of time together. They had a very tight-knit and comfortable relationship and I really got the vibe that Clarke was closer to her dad than to Abby on the Ark. Abby and Clarke have had many problems in their relationship, probably because they’re very similar and have extremely strong personalities and are stubborn. They’re a lot alike, when it comes to certain characteristics and I think that sometimes leads them to clash with each other.

But, that being said, they obviously love each other a lot. I actually imagine their current relationship on the ground last we saw it to be a lot closer than they were on the Ark. Kind of weird how that is. Jake dying, the thing that first tore them apart, now appears to be the thing that has brought them closer together. If he was still alive, I wonder if Clarke’s relationship to her mom would be as close as it is now? Or if she would just revert back to turning to her father first when she had problems. (Remember, this is all headcanon.)

I have a pretty clear image for her relationships to her family and Wells and the general Ark population but her relationship to Jaha is a lot harder for me to visualize. Whenever they have interactions on the show, I often forget that Clarke knew him on the Ark - maybe even knew him well. Their families got together often, he’s the dad of her best friend, but he is also the Chancellor. She’s seen him in a way different context than pretty much any other character on the show (with the exception of maybe Abby) has. She’s seen him when he’s letting loose and having a good time with his friends. She’s seen him with his son.

I honestly think that Clarke probably has mostly positive memories of Jaha on the Ark, in the events before her father’s execution. The thing with Clarke’s privilege is that it left her a bit ignorant of the more twisted, less pleasant ways of the Ark, and she didn’t really get to see the darker nature of the council for herself until it affected her personally (with her dad). I think that was a large wake-up call for Clarke - it showed her that the Council she’d grown up with perhaps wasn’t as good or correct as she’d been taught to believe it was. And maybe the man who ran it wasn’t the same person her parents watched football games and joked with after all.

But, when Clarke came to the ground, she started to understand that side of Jaha too (along with the neater, more innocent version of him she knew on the Ark) and we see her not only understand it, but empathize with it in a big way in Season 4.

I often like to look at Jaha as the kind of leader Clarke could become when she’s older, without the proper guidance (or, on the contrary, with the wrong guidance).

It’s kind of bizarre to think of Clarke leaving a normal, carefree life in the upper echelon of society back on the Ark. Back when things were simple, before her family was torn apart and she became a product of war and a symbol of death. Her experiences since she got arrested have shaped her in drastic ways, and yet the version I have of her in my head on the Ark is still recognizable as Clarke Griffin. It’s just different.

It’s fascinating to think about for sure. People have so many headcanons about Bellamy and Octavia’s childhood (which isn’t suprising, since it’s a MASSIVE part of their story) but I think Clarke’s is interesting to consider, too. Thanks for sending this in. I’m enjoying all the Clarke asks I’ve been receiving lately.

#kate's ask box #the 100 #clarke griffin #the 100 meta #clarke griffin: i am become death #meta: what all great things are made of

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Godliness and Gratitude

The Bible says that without faith it is impossible to please God. Apostle James wrote that faith without work is dead, and, show me your faith without your work and I will show you my faith by my work. When it comes to faith, or morality and ethics, in general, humanity's biggest problem is "say and don't do". When it comes to love, there is an equivalent "see, feel, but don't act." Pastor Brian preached about the difference between empathy and compassion, that whenever Jesus is moved with compassion, he does something, something great always happens. Jesus also taught us the parable of the Good Samaritan, and illustrated how the religious leaders just looked at the seriously wounded mugged man and kept on walking. Jesus also gave a parable of two brothers. The father asks them to go work on the field, the first one responded very agreeably, while the second brother gripes and complains. The first one, after sounding off his trumpet, didn't do a thing. The second one, after complaining, felt bad and went working on the field. So of the two, which one did the will of the Father?, Jesus asked. I think that, while Christians debate over faith vs work, you cannot argue against the Biblical truth that the two are one. The faith sect says the work sect have no peace, which is a correct observation. The work sect says the faith sect is lukewarm, backsliding, and ineffective Christians, which is also correct. But to me, it's actually more about the business model of the ministry. The faith sect expects people to just come and relax and be a Sunday Christian, if you want, but don't forget to tithe so that they can hire people to work and run the ministry and make it grow. So you got a duality going on. Are you going to be a battery or an engine? The battery side is faith, the engine side is work, two different set of expectations. The work sect is appealing to a different aspect of the humane psyche, the part that's meant to be anxious and antsy and frustrated, and then give them something to work on to make them happy, and then yoke them with obligations, and reward them with a sense of self righteousness and moral superiority. I think the secular culture has been seeing this for a really long time, attacking both sides while the two sides constantly attack each other. The critics basically says that Christians are hypocrites (faith sect) and judgmental (work sect), and neither is making positive impact and making a good impression, yet they always have the loudest voice, making the secular people think that, "Do I want to conform to this hypocritical culture or be stoned to death? Geez, neither sounds good to me…". The thing is, people are actually a lot more interested in God than we realize, but we just don't have the right message for them. And then, out of both sects are those who act all religious and don't do shit. They have been swimming in the culture for long enough to figure out how it works, so they get to appear all good and stuff while don't really do shit, but just make sure outwardly they look all cool and stuff. This is, I think, the prolonged effect of what happens when your faith life and regular life belong to different compartments. It's like a cross road that diverge further and further, like a V, the longer you walk on it, to the point that you eventually just live a double life, living in a lie, a self gratifying lie, and you understand the system so well that you know how to evade the finger pointing, and the church sort of let them down, too, because it is not exactly a pure doctrine, but a business model, at its core, and those old stale Chinese fried doughs realized that long time ago and decided to just work the system to their advantage and just chug along without calling things out. And this is ultimate what these churches produce, faith or work sects alike. And then eventually, the two sects emerged again, at the heart level. Those people become what Jesus describes in a parable, how two people went to the temple to pray, one a Pharisee, and the other a despicable tax collector. The pharisee stood proud before God, proclaiming his self righteousness while pointing at the kneeling tax collector next to him in spite. I guess, ultimately, this is how they interpret "faith without work is death" lol :D, that shallow faith and vain work ultimately merge together to become epitomized in this Pharisee, religious sounding on the outside while practically agnostic on the inside, pertaining to desires, thoughts, actions, and ways of life, and they are too spiritually blind to see it. I think that, for sincere Christians, we all start out sort of agnostic, in spirit, actually, having accepted Jesus as our savior but knows little about him and his ways, but our desire is for convergence and not divergence, to have faith and reality be more consistent and intertwined. It is a life long journey of letting faith take over and have its full effect, so that it truly become evidence of things unseen, so that, when we say "Jesus is Lord", we believe that to be as true as gravity and the air we breathe. It's a glorious calling and a path that leads to great blessings, but it's a journey that takes time and perseverance. And this is just something that Hillsong has been really pushing me for, ever since I started to learn from them. Their mission statement is really just that, to have God be in the center in every area of life and make realistic impacts in everything there is (I am paraphrasing). I think it's coming along. I think that, in the present trial, I am gradually becoming stronger now, by grace alone, and that I am gradually really believing in that "God can do it!" Faith is becoming my reality in unprecedented level. I am free from the bullshit systems and ways of life, as described above. Yes, I am still in the fire, but I am growing and transforming in unimaginable ways. I am happy, I am blessed. God is good, he can do it! But what really got me started writing today is something that the Lord brought to my attention last night, on the topic of gratitude. Yesterday my plan was to spend the evening hitting the job board again, but then I thought that I have not just knelt at the Lord's feet while playing worship music for a while now. I think for the past few weeks I just felt so compelled to do stuff. I would spend hours working out, which is coming along very well. The Lord gave me a breakthrough with my health after Nathanial Wood visited our church a few weeks ago and prayed for those who are sick. Afterwards my Achilles heel got stronger, the right one, especially. Both of my heels got injured years ago and have been very weak, but after he prayed, I felt they really have an urge to stretch, and since then, when I go hiking, I can feel that muscle is being developed and strengthened, to the point that I can actually hop on my tippy toes on my right leg now, although the left one is still weak, but I think it will come along, in due time. That's what I thought the extent of the healing was, but I was wrong. I have chronic pain and injuries all over. I must be very careful when I exercise, watching and monitoring my body parts and movements very carefully so I won't aggravate anything and then be put out of commission for weeks and be so uncomfortable that I can't sleep. But after that day of prayer, I feel like I can push my body harder without worrying about that so much. I still have to take precautions, like everyone should, and not be reckless, but I can push myself harder without aggravating anything, which is something that had bothered me for many years. So now days, I hike with a hydration pack on my back, trying to develop upper body strength. My poor legs have been doing all of the heavy lifting for all these years of rehab. They are quite strong, as a result, but I was at my friend's car repair shop a couple of weeks ago and tried to lift the wheel of a minivan and I could hardly do it. "OMG I am pathetic!" I thought, but you know, God knows, God is in control. It's incredible how I even could get this far right now. At one point I was so sick and injured that I had difficulties even swallowing water and had to walk very slowly and carefully just to get the rehab process started. So, I have learned that, believe, have faith, keep going, even baby steps count for something. It's like trying to build a fire, which starts out with fragile tinders that can easily be put out, but you carefully blow on it, protect it, and slowly add more dry leaves and stuff, and then when it gets strong enough, you start to add wood. It's coming along. And by the same token, I believe that this situation I am in now, it will come along too, the same way, all in due time in Jesus Christ, for those who have faith and persevere. Amen. But anyways, back on topic, gratitude. I was kneeling on the ground and just started waiting on the Lord, trying to connect with him, getting into his presence, touching the edge of his garment, and then a thought hit me, which I wrote down: The thing about life is that, those with grateful hearts, you don't have to do a whole lot and they'll still recognize it and be grateful, to the point of almost making you feel undeserving, and those without a grateful heart, you can move mountains for them and it still sums up to nothing in their eyes. They are like lichens that always cry, "Not enough, never enough, nothing you do is ever enough, nothing you are is ever good enough for making me happy nor measuring up to what someone like me deserves." So I started reflected upon the various people I've met throughout my life. Some I gave so much but got no appreciation, and the relationship didn't go well nor far, whether it be girlfriend or regular friendship or relatives. Some I was just being nice, doing some nice things, and they were so grateful, to the point that made me feel bashful, thinking that I am just being myself and do what I normally do and that I've been given too much credit, although I really appreciate it and I guess realistically, objectively speaking, yeah, I did do some really nice things for them. And then I think about those people more and I realized this truth, that grateful people are happy people, and grateful people are rich people, rich in God, rich in their relationships. Jesus mentioned that, woe to those who are wealthy, but are impoverished in God (or something like that??? Lol :D). He said that after giving a parable, I forgot which one exactly. Or did he say that before telling a parable? Lol :D. But the thing is, I think Jesus is deliberately making that comparison and contrast, wealthy vs rich in God, which would you choose? I'd choose rich in God and wealthy through God being in the center of my life, then I get both, which is actually a really good thing, if God so calls you. But I think that contrast came about as the way human minds work. Many people are so fixated and obsessed with themselves and getting stuff for themselves, they forgot everything else and everyone else, they no longer have the ability to recognize it when people are going out of their ways to do nice things for them and love them, being so blind by their obsessions, and they no longer can properly express appreciations, being so fixated on investing every nickel and dime they have into themselves and their own ambitions. Are these people rich in God? Are they rich beyond the realm of material possessions? No, they are not, they are deep down, miserable and impoverished in their souls and are living in a very pitiful situation where nobody loves them and they love no one, other than their evolutionary compulsions of loving their offsprings for the innate desire for propagating themselves through them, if even that, actually. So like, I think when evolution apologists preached "Survival of the Fittest", they always exclusively address the exception of how people loving their children being a counter example of the idea, and their justification is that it's just the innate desire to propagate themselves, which is actually really factual, sociologically, as it is very common to see indifferent, ruthless, or evil and selfish people who actually love their children a lot. Thus I have to conclude that, loving children is sort of a natural inclination that's built in, alongside the notion of "survival of the fittest", so it's nothing to boast about, really. To love means to go beyond the natural inclinations. This is why you see those people loving their children yet hating their spouses, because the same natural inclination isn't there and it requires deliberate action and sacrifice, which people are not wiling to make concessions to. And then I thought, is it possible, is it even possible to have good relationships without the spirit of gratitude? No, it is not. Because love is built on gratitude. It works like this. You love someone by investing in that person, the other person felt it, appreciated it, is grateful for it, and gives back, and then you go through the same motions, and then the same process repeats itself like chemistry and chain reaction that lifts you higher and higher, and the relationship gets more and more beautiful over time. This is how God deals with us, and he calls us to love one another as we would love ourselves, and Jesus said however you want others to treat you, do the same to others yourself, for this is the law and the prophets, meaning, rather than being so fixated on the laws and the prophets, go one level up, go one level deeper, take the derivative of the laws and the prophets (per calculus) and get to the root of the matter. And in order to do this, that is, if you truly care about keeping the Biblical laws, even, then you must have a spirit of gratitude, so that you don't take things for granted and you'd have the right perspective to treat others right, and then, your life will be rich! Your relationships will be great! And if you don't do that, what happens? At best, people do some nice things for you, but you just gobble it all up and take them for granted, so that, even if they really care about you, eventually they'll get cold feet and think you are full of yourself and start distancing themselves from you, and then all you ever do is complaining about why nobody is nice to you like you deserve everything while require to give nothing. The fact is, a lot of wealthy people are exactly like this, and they are very impoverished and miserable on the inside. And then I thought, that perhaps, just like how without faith, it is impossible to please God, likewise, without gratitude, it is impossible to build good relationships and find true love, as well as abiding in it. I think I am have been making some big transitions lately. Some are really hard, liking shedding the rhino skin toughness that I've been carrying all these years, which is coming along, and the Lord did not leave me stranded but giving me a lovely church to love and support me in its place, which I am VERY grateful for, like a vagabond who finally found his place to call home after all the years of wandering, thank you Jesus! And another thing that God has been working on is, rather than just love blindly and obliviously everywhere, every chance I get, he is developing in me more objectivity to love more strategically, rather than just kept on charging into situations and get hurt almost every time. And today he brought to my attention the issue with gratitude. Because, perhaps someday I will have to teach young people and give them advices, and one advice I would give is that, make sure you have as grateful of a heart as Jesus, who said that anything we do for the helpless little ones, he would be so grateful for that and count it as if they were done onto himself, and that even if you just give them a cup of cold water out of love, he will appreciate and remember forever, and ridiculously reward you. And then, don't be afraid to sow, to test the water, test the heart, and see if the other person has a grateful heart. It's like the parable of the sower, the seed gets sow everywhere indiscriminately, while it is up to the condition of the individual's heart whether these seeds take root and flourish. If it does not flourish, maybe give it time, and maybe fertilize it for a while, like the parable of the tree that does not bear fruit, which has been planted for a while and was supposed to bear fruit like two years ago (?) but has not bear any fruit, and then after that, the gardener, out of compassion, said he will give it one last try and give it a thorough fertilization treatment, and if it still does not bear fruit, then yeah, cut it off, for why waste the nutrient of the ground (that can be better used towards others who perhaps need it more or at least just as much, and is a good soil that would bear fruit). So, back to what I wrote in the beginning, when it comes to love, the biggest problem is "see, feel, but don't act." Perhaps when you do something nice, they feel it and thank you for it, but what actions do your act of kindness invoke out of them, that's what truly matters. Does it invoke the Zaccheaus course of action of overwhelming gratitude and heart felt response? Or does it invoke the rich young ruler course of action of walking away because he loves and cares for himself way too much? Does it invoke the Nicodemas response, who humbly came to visit Jesus in the night, eager to go through the eye of the needle and take the position of humility? In the end, it was him and this other guy who secretly love Jesus but are afraid of the religious leaders, who came and ask for Jesus' body in order to give him a proper burial, whereas, the rich young ruler was nowhere to be found. I think there were only three Jewish people with strong economic and political influenced that appeared in the Bible, and it's like that parable of the two brothers again. The rich young ruler is like the first brother that can't follow through, and the two others may be too scared or in a tough situation politically, but their hearts are in the right place to give their very best they can feasibly do. And I guess, back to the title of the blog, that Godliness and Gratitude go hand in hand, perhaps in the context of Faith without Work is dead, even. You can't have godliness nor be considered as godly, nor consider anyone as being godly, without the person in question having a tender heart that is grateful. It's a pretty definitely mark of a person's true virtue, what he/she is truly made of. When Jesus commanded us to have communions, he is teaching us to always be mindful of having a grateful heart and respond accordingly with tenderness. Remember this, be mindful of it and not get tricked by those pretending to be godly or lovely, for this is a great tool that can really help you with life. God have mercy in this crooked and perverse generation. Amen.

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Some HC FAQs from a CRUX HC regular.

I guess First…What is HC? HC is Homoclimbtastic. HC is a group and, more specifically, an ‘event.’ It was founded by blah blah you don’t care about this part. Go to the HC website if you wanna read more directly

So why are you writing, Matt? Someone asked me some specific questions about HC as relates to CRUX… and I’m on 10 of literally 22 hours of flights right now… so I figured I’d put them in a doc and share them for everyone. Please bear in mind that all of the non-hard-facts in here are just my opinions. I don’t work for Homoclimbtastic. I am fortunate to count some of the organizers as friends and climbing buddies and I’m trying to do right by the spirit of the event… But I’m just a dude who has been 4 times and likes the event a lot so for you NYers who I love, to provide some context in case you haven’t been and are interested. I figured I’d give you my perspective on some of the Frequently Asked Questions…

Where ‘is’ this area?

This is “more-welcoming-than-makes-a-NYer-feel-comfortable” Fayetteville, WV. It’s situated in the heart of the New River Gorge. Good hiking, white water rafting, kayaking, boating (on Summerville lake–I’ll get to that), sight seeing, natural beauty, and, of course, climbing.

Where do we stay?

But like, okay. Lemme show you the place we stay at. This is Cantrell Ultimate Rafting, or as we call it “Cantrell’s.” The thing to note is that this isn’t a ‘nice camping’ area like what you’d get staying in a state park, or an AAC campground. It’s the extended lawn/back yard of a white water rafting outfitter. The cool thing is that it’s central, small and pretty much *ours* (the HC campers/climbers). I’ve only seen other campers there a few times and usually they keep pretty to themselves and away from us–and anytime they get near us, they are given a thorough ‘explainer’ by the Cantrell’s staff that this is *our* safe space and weekend (I’ve seen them do it myself).

Green is cabins. The office/bar/club/drag stage/and some restrooms are upper right in the red. Blue is anywhere you may wanna park. Yellow is bathrooms. Pink circles are where I’ve seen CRUXers (including me) pitching tents. But you can see there is a lot of space. Now, it should be noted that if there is a ton of rain, some of that open space, like where the ‘parking’ area is above the big cluster of CRUX tents are, its a bit waterlogged. Bring raingear/a rain fly. Oh, and bug spray.

The whole place is pretty small and you can go everywhere in under 2 minutes’ walk (See the 50′ key)

What’s the address?

Cantrell Ultimate Rafting is located at 49 Cantrell Dr, Fayetteville, WV 25840

What size tent can they accommodate

As you can see, ANY. The area that Cantrell’s has is pretty huge. :)

Can you cook on campsite

Yes, many do.

Do they have fresh water

Yes. You won’t need to bring your own in.

Do they have electric onsite or nearby

They do. They even have a camper hookup if I’m not mistaken. Electricity is available inside the bathrooms, and there are some exterior outlets at the bar/office/club/breakfast nook space.

Bathroom facilities?

The restroom/shower facilities are right there on the campsite. The restrooms and shower facilities are gendered, however Cantrell’s and HC have (I thought stated somewhere, but now I can’t find it) rules that people should use the restroom they feel comfortable in/fits their gender identity/expression. I would refer you to HC on that one to get anything more specific.

Are CRUX all together?

Not exactly. Some of us stay in cabins some in tents dotting the landscape of Cantrell’s. But we do try to keep everyone going to Cantrell’s so that we can have time with each other.

How far is parking from the campsite?

Super close, again, as you can see.

Any fast food places like McDonald’s nearby?

A few. But also wanna let you know that breakfast is made for us for a decent cost at Cantrell’s which is enough for me. And I personally like Tudor’s Biscuit World for to pick up cheap and easy pre-made crag foods (though I know some people find it gross). But omg I can’t wait to have sandwiches from SSS! AND PIES AND PINTS OMG.

Any hiking areas if I wanna just go off and do my own thing?

Yes, omg so many. <- Link from the site of Stav Basis, an adventurer/web genius/sometimes CRUXer, and I think fellow ‘this’ll be 5-years’ HCer who hikes a ton. Hey CBF! Another thing to note is a lot of the approaches at the NRG are longer than at the Gunks or a few other places we go to regularly. If you’ve been there, think maybe not as strenuous as some of the longer approaches at Rumney, but just as long. Up to 30/40 minutes, so if you’re climbing you’re getting a bit of a hike in anyway.

Are there swimming areas?

Oh god yes. It’s one of the best parts of that area. Typically, on Friday or Saturday, a WHOLE CRAP TON of HC basically spends the whole day at Summersville lake just climbing and swimming and hanging out on pool floaties:

And usually on Sunday we go to a different part of the lake and Deep Water Solo there:

I heard that this is really only for hard climbers!

This touches on a bit factual data and on the history of HC and its evolution. The New River Gorge doesn’t have a ‘ton’ of ‘easy’ crags. the area really opens up if you’re a solid 5.11 outdoor climber–that’s just the truth of the numbers. But like *everywhere* the places shown on the guidebook aren’t climbs that many of us more casual climbers are ready for (yet). Another fact: HC was originally founded by climbers who *could* climb pretty hard. Which is great inspiration for all of us queer climbers! But that doesn’t mean there aren’t *ANY* places for easy/moderate leading. We have found a bunch of great crags over the years with a bunch of ‘easy/moderate’ sport routes and bigger areas to spread out in which can accommodate groups. And, like, there is so much fun stuff and there isn’t really anything like this anywhere else, so, over time HC has grown from a more strictly ‘hard climber’ thing to a more all-encompassing thing with lots of different levels. Over the last 5 years, the attitude of the organization about ‘non hard’ climbers has changed.

But know yourself: If at HC, when there are tons of people around, when maybe you drank a bunch last night, and you’re nervous about that one person you think is hot not thinking your butt looks good in your climbing shorts, or whatever… maybe that isn’t the best atmosphere to get on your first 5.11 where the guidebook states that if you blow the crux move you could deck. If you don’t know how to clean/rappel, *AT HC, TAUGHT BY SOMEONE YOU DON’T KNOW, AT THE TOP OF A CLIMB, ABOVE 20 LOUD PEOPLE, IS EXPRESSLY NOT THE PLACE TO LEARN IT*. There are a few more snarkyish things written in several posts/manifestos/etc. by the dictators. The ‘chaperone/guest’ thing is ‘strict’ but I think the best way to think about it is if you’ve not climbed outside, you should partner up with someone who has their skills dialed in.

And, just like at CRUX events: Leave No Trace is the order of the day.

So is being good crag citizens and don’t put top rope on all 5 of the moderate routes right next to each other if another group looks like they may want to get on them, too.

And though we’re well known (HC, not CRUX per se), it’s always good to remember that not everywhere is universally friendly.

Edit/Addition: It should be noted that the fact that there are a ton of awesome climbs in the 5.10/5.11/5.12 range should be a really great motivating factor, so even if you’re not yet there, once your skills are dialed in, you can star going for those harder grades. Many of us HCers did our first 10s 11s or 12s there, but the key is to have your safety (and belay skills) TOTALLY ready:) But I get that it's something people sort of have to 'be in' to believe, just like climbing in general. How many times have we all replied "come and I'll show you that's not true" to that person who, when presented with "i'm a rock climber" says "OH I COULD NEVER..." that's what an outdoor 10/11/12 can be.

I also heard that you have to like be a super social justice warrior or else you’re not really welcome.

Not true.

(EVEN THOUGH I PERSONALLY WOULD BE FINE WITH THAT BECAUSE I’M A BRATTY SJW AND I DON’T CARE *CACKLES SOCIAL JUSTICELY*). *cough*

Anyway, this is a ‘national’ event. There are various levels of ‘wokeness’, or whatever you’d like to call it, present within the ethos of the various groups and people who attend. But as an organization the people involved are from my perspective, *deeply* interested in making sure that HC expands its attendees’ horizons and isn’t simply a gay, white cismale experience and event and they are rigorously pushing for a higher degree of inclusivity, and representation (including in their leadership) to make sure that happens.

What does that mean, really? I think that in spirit, it means ‘don’t be an asshole’. In practice, I think it means: don’t talk about/make jokes about people whose groups you’re not part of. Be how you are within CRUX and you should generally be fine. If there is an issue, someone will say something, but I don’t think of that as a thing CRUX members have typically had issues with on the whole–everyone is capable of having issues, but we’re a good group of good people.

And we’re all adults. So, assume positive intent, and if you get called out just listen and don’t be defensive. Even if you think you’re right/it was just a joke/but, but: It won’t hurt you to listen to someone without having to respond/defend yourself. It’s an exercise each of us should probably do more often. Anyway. This has gone on long enough. See you there. Climb On.

#climbing HC Homoclimbtastic

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