#people are like oh so we can't enjoy anything from other countries then

[creedslove]

Oh, Mari, help! I need a living heater in the form of Joel. It's been damn cold in my country, it's 11 degrees (it was 27 a week ago). And my furnace broke down (so my radiators are cold) and the repair guy won't come until Saturday 😭

Also, this song gave me "Heartless" vibes today: Stephen Sanchez - Until I Found You

Post outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: aww baby, I know this ask is a few months old now but I hope things are alright for you! We are also dealing with drastic temperature change, I mean a week ago it was more than 30° but today the max temperature is like 17° so I could definitely use Joel to keep me warm too 😭🫦

• Winters during the outbreak are possibly one of the worst and most depressing things mankind had ever faced, lacking sources of heat, electricity and basic things such as warm clothes, decent blankets and hot water, surviving that weather became one of the many other things someone would need to survive in that world

• no matter if you lived in a QZ, or if you were on the run over the long abandoned roads, winter was hard and that was the time people usually drank the most in order to keep themselves warm and numb to how bad things were

• and even if everything was terrible, you were still so lucky you had Joel, because that man would do anything he could in order to protect you from any danger and of course, from the cold weather as well

• if we are talking about the time you live in the QZ, he would use his smuggling skills in order to offer you the best he can find: jackets, coats, sweaters, blankets, booze, anything really

• and of course you will both snuggle so close in bed, it's funny how Joel is the little spoon even if he's bigger, but he can switch positions whenever you need his body sheltering you

• fucking to keep warm is also a possibility you both really enjoy

• when you guys escape the QZ, he knows nights out in the open are also cold, even if it isn't the winter, and you can't take space in your backpack to carry big, thick blankets, so you will both have to handle sleeping bags

• Joel would always make sure to find shelter and start a fire, so you can spend some time as warm and cozy as possible and of course you would both cuddle so you wouldn't lose heat

• when you get to Jackson, you can barely believe there is such a place, where you can actually have lights on, warm baths and decent, comfortable beds

• while you are both in awe, after eating a proper meal for the first time in months, you decide to share a hot shower together; you could've done it separately, but you are doing it together, because you want to have feeling of running your hands through Joel's skin, the warm water pouring over the two of you, as you both soap and shampoo each other

• then, after changing into new, clean and warm clothes, you go to bed; now there's a heating system in the house that actually works, you won't have to feel that excruciating, painful cold wind that seems to reach your bones, but you will still both hold each other at night, as if your lives depended on it, because deep inside, you know it's not just to keep warm you slept like that

• Joel buries his face into the crook of your neck and pulls you closer, his hand holding your hips and stroking your skin up and down, he's able to sleep peacefully, knowing he can finally offer you the protection you need and that you'll be safe in his arms

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[nateezfics]

Oh Nattt, I have Hongjoong thoughts for youuu~ (I was inspired by the aventus creed post & an old prompt about having a scent kink).

So, picture it: a Christmas vacation with Hongjoong in any country you choose, and you're in the finest luxury suite they have, because it's only the best quality for his love. You're touring the local hot spots and you're so so busy exploring the sights, and Hongjoong is ready to do all you'd like, but he just can't seem to get you alone. Anything you do involves other people. Touring the sites? It's with a guide and a group. Heading out for a drive? It's with a chauffeur. Going to dinner? It has to be at the fancy restaurant hotel instead of room service. And he's getting a little impatient. He doesn't mind those things, but he just wants some alone time with his baby. And when you're coming back from dinner, he starts to tell you how he feels, but before he can, a man passes you by.

As he passes, you catch a whiff of his cologne. "Excuse me, but your cologne smells amazing." The man smiles, giving you a quick once over before thanking you and continuing on his way. When you turn back, you don't realize that was Hongjoong's last straw. As you take the elevator back to your room, you notice he is unusually quiet. He doesn't say anything as you walk into the room until the door is closed. Grabbing you by the waist, he gently lays you back on the bed, before hovering over you and trapping you with his arms. You're suddenly surrounded by him; his presence, his body, his scent. He floods your senses. He trails his hand slowly over the skin of your throat as he speaks. "Sweetheart, I love that you're enjoying our trip so much. But don't you think I deserve some of your time? Hm? We haven't been alone since we got here, and I'm honestly kind of upset with you."

You're barely paying attention, since all you can focus on is the way he smells. The scent of his cologne is making your brain short circuit; you're reminded of past nights spent in his arms, and you can feel yourself slipping into the heated memories and the absolute need that they bring with them. Hongjoong noticed your eyes glazing over, and he smirked before tapping your cheek. "I can see it won't be too hard to make you forget all about that other guy." Your brows furrow in confusion as you ask him who he means, and he laughs. "Like I said, easy. Spread your legs for me, love."

(the end☺️)

oh bby😭 i apologize for the delayed response;; i’ve been reading this over and over again, and it’s just so hot i have a hard time coming up with words to respond with 🥴

the sprinkle of possessive hongjoong. oh god. that gets me. every damn time. “i can see it won’t be too hard to make you forget all about that other guy” *screams, kicks feet* like sir you’re the only guy i’m thinking about wdym 🥴 the way hong would know he’s the only one who’s got your attention, but would remind you anyways. “spread your legs for me, love” they were already wide open!!!!

i’d like to imagine he’d take you to paris. idk, i just do. he’d love the sight seeing with you,, but like you said, he’d get tired of the lack of alone time with you. he’d be so pouty about it too, and the guy being flirty with you while asking about your scent would be the straw the broke the camel’s back. absolutely would ravish you once he gets you alone.

imagine him doing sensory play, knowing how much you love his scent. blindfolding you, ultimately heightening your other senses by taking away your sight. the way your sense of smell would be even stronger, and you’d be even more sensitive to his scent, his touch, and the sound of his voice.

this is so hot i’m literally malfunctioning thinking about this 🙃🙃

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Jean and Sara finding out their S/O was a former Fatui Harbinger

Nah it's not complicated at all! Thanks for the ask @emotionallyglued, hope you enjoy!

Jean always knew there was something up with her S/O.

But she couldn't have imagined it was anything as shocking as the actual reveal.

She had hit their belongings by accident in their room trying to organize the place.

Jean knelt down to put it back until realizing there was the symbol of the Fatui.

She immediately reached for it and opened the bag, seeing a uniform and a small bracelet of their Vision inside.

Though...there was something else?

It looked like a Vision as well, but there was something sinister about it.

Jean had no idea what it was, but she could only guess it was something given to them only as a Fatui member.

She got up and was about to head out the door before S/O came in.

(S/O) "Oh, hey Jean. Something the ma-...Oh."

(Jean) "S/O, what in the world is this?"

(S/O) "That's when I was a Harbinger."

(Jean) "What?!"

(S/O) "...O-Oh. Okay I know that sounds bad-"

(Jean) "Explain yourself, now."

S/O began to explain to her what had happened. After many years in service to the Tsaritsa, they decided it was time to call it quits.

They faked their own death and had everything changed about them, even down to their looks.

Their belongings is the only proof that they ever existed. Other than that?

S/O was a free man/woman.

(S/O) "Think of it as a retirement, Jean."

Jean looked at them suspiciously, making S/O sigh.

(S/O) "Jean. I know who I was before must not be comforting. I wouldn't be surprised if you hated me now. But I love you, and Mondstadt. I swear to you, I'd never betray you."

Jean couldn't keep looking them in the eyes as she sighed.

(Jean) "And I love the man/woman you are. But right now, am I speaking to a spy, or you?"

(S/O) "Me, Jean. Ever since we first met. It's always just been me. I'd never take up arms unless this city, Barbara, or you were in danger."

(Jean) "..."

(S/O) "I'll...I'll leave you alone-"

Jean grabbed their hand and pulled them into an embrace.

(Jean) "Why didn't you just tell me?"

(S/O) "Believe me, I've wanted to for so long..."

Jean felt them hug back.

(S/O) "P-Plus, how am I even supposed to bring that up? 'Hey honey, I'm a supersoldier from a country you hate!' Hehehe...he..."

She stopped hugging and glared at them.

(S/O) "...Bad taste?"

(Jean) "Very."

Sara knew by the way S/O fought that they were holding back. Far too much.

At first she was insulted when they sparred until realizing that they almost lost themselves everytime a fight started to get even the slightest bit serious.

It made her uneasy. This wasn't anything like getting a 'good fight' like with that idiot oni.

This was something far more dangerous.

It made her suspicious, wanting to bring up to them somehow. But deciding to beat around the bush wasn't going to solve anything.

(Sara) "S/O we need to have a talk. Follow me."

Going to a secluded area, Sara crossed her arms and stared at S/O.

(S/O) "What's wrong?"

(Sara) "What is it with you and fighting? Why are you holding back?"

Honestly, she knew that answer already.

What she didn't know is their history. Their real history. S/O has talked about their family, their likes, the normal stuff. But never their fighting prowess.

S/O looked around to make sure they were completely alone first.

(S/O) "Promise not to tell anyone?"

Now she was getting even more suspicious.

(Sara) "...I do."

Sighing, they held out what looked like a Vision in their hands.

(S/O) "Do you know what this is?"

(Sara) "...?!"

A Delusion.

(S/O) "Before I came to Inazuma, I was part of the Fatui Harbingers."

(Sara) "And you waited now to tell me?!"

(S/O) "Because I wasn't sure how'd you react, Sara! One of them tried to kill you after all."

(Sara) "Hmph. And so how did you think not telling me this would help?"

(S/O) "I want to protect you, Sara!"

Her eyes slightly widened.

(S/O) "...I can't let you get hurt because of me. There's no telling what would happen if people did find out about me, much less the Fatui. They're supposed to think I'm dead. And I want to keep it that way."

(Sara) "Then we did not have this conversation."

She turned around and walked away, leaving S/O alone.

Sara stopped herself, sighing and turning back to them.

(Sara) "...Thank you for telling me, S/O."

[queen-dahlia]

𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 ~𝐄𝐚𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐝~

alternate translation for the title: "Eat me on the bed" xDD

As I've said in my prev post, the flashback didn't indicate who was speaking, and it's more on dialogues with " " so I'll just add a ? on Gilbert's name, based in my own understanding. Also, don't mind me adding colors on some texts, I'm just doing it for special effects lol

I can't choose which Gil-brat chibi I will use as my line divider, so I used all the current chibi instead. (ヾ;￣▽￣)ヾ

Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation |⫘⫘ : flashback

In Rhodolite, a country overflowing with delicious sweets, there is an event called Valentine's Day, where people share their love for each other.

It's not an Obsidian event, but when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

I have to prepare a return gift for the little rabbit, who is probably mass-producing sweets by now.

Gilbert: "So, what do you like, little rabbit?"

Emma: "Do you really want to make it?"   //   "Surely you will make it?" **

Gilbert: "Isn't that what a kitchen is for?"

In a kitchen filled with a sweet aroma that almost gives me heartburn, the little rabbit rolls her eyes.

There was already a large quantity of cupcakes on the workbench, and the oven was still running.

(As expected, you even make sweets for me; you're such a good-natured person.)

Recently, the little rabbit seems to have become more open-minded due to her isolation as "a young lady who is close to Obsidian."

And she no longer hesitates to involve the prince of an enemy country in such an event.

I still need sweets to honor that purity.   //   To honor her purity, I still need sweets.

Gilbert: "I'll make you whatever you want to eat, little rabbit."

Emma: "Umm..."

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Emma: "Oh, then I want some sweets from Obsidian."

Gilbert: "That's what I thought. The pastries I know don't taste as good as the ones at Rhodolite, you know?"

Emma: "You never know until you try it."

Gilbert: "That's true."

There was only one sweet that popped into my head.   //   The first sweet that popped into my head was a single piece of cake.

It is also something that the little rabbit is not likely to enjoy.

Gilbert: "Will you definitely eat the sweets I make for you?"

Emma: "Of course."

(I've got your word.)

Gilbert: "Then I'll make it for you with lots of love."

══════════════════

一一A few hours later, the table in the little rabbit's room was lined with an overflowing amount of sweets.

Emma: "Prince Gilbert really can do anything."

Gilbert: "I'm just good with my hands."

(I've never made pastries before, but it's a good job for the first time.)

In the crowd of colorfully decorated cupcakes,

Are cookie-covered pastries with raisin-infused buttercream. //   There are cookies with buttercream with raisins mixed in.

Raisin sandwiches are not the most famous pastry in Obsidian.

It was something I had a personal attachment to.

Gilbert: "Let's eat, little rabbit."

I divide the raisin sandwiches and cupcakes among several empty plates and place them on the bed.

Emma: "Are you going to eat there?"

Gilbert: "Because tea is here."

Teacups that could not be placed on the table are lined up on the bedside table.

The little rabbit seemed to agree, and we both sat down with our plates between us.

Emma: "Then一一"

I grab the raisin sandwich before the little rabbit reaches for it.

When I brought it to her small mouth as if I were feeding a small animal, she gave me a quizzical look.

Emma: "I'll eat it myself."

Gilbert: "Do you want to be force-fed?"

Emma: "……Bon appétit."

(You are very understanding.)

The little rabbit opens her mouth and nibbles on the sweets.

As she munched and swallowed, her little head tilted suspiciously.

Gilbert: "Is it good?"

Emma: "Can I have another one?"

Gilbert: "Please?"   //   "Yes?"

I push the remaining raisin sandwich into the lips of the baby rabbit and wipe the faintest crumbs with my fingertips.

Normally, she would have been embarrassed, but today, she seemed to be having none of it.

Gilbert: "Rabbit, what do you think?"

Emma: "It tastes…"

Emma: "It tastes... nothing!"

Gilbert: "Good, I think I got it right."

(I knew you'd be fooled. …I was fooled once.) **

I pick up the raisin sandwich and toss it into my mouth this time.

The baby rabbit's opinion is not a lie; it tastes amazingly bland.

Gilbert: "I eat it, and it still tastes bad."

Emma: "...I thought my tongue had gone crazy."

Gilbert: "Don't worry, it's just a snack."

Emma: "Oh, is there a trend in Obsidian for sweets that have no taste?"

Gilbert: "Ahaha, of course not. This is special."

Gilbert: "It's a very special and tasty treat."

(Only for me, though.)

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

???: "一一Here, Gil. Taste it and eat it."

Gilbert(?): "Wow, I can't believe you really make sweets even though you're so clumsy……"

???: "Because you were begging for it."

???: "I mean, Valentine's Day is a foreign culture, so why would you be interested in something like that?"

Gilbert(?): "I heard that it's a day to show love with sweets, so I thought it would be nice."

???: "...Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah."

Gilbert(?): "Hey, can I have some?"

???: "Yeah, eat it all."

Gilbert(?): "Yay. Bon appétit."

Gilbert(?): ". . . . . ."

???: "……?"

???: "What's wrong?"

Gilbert(?): ". . . . . ."

???: "……Is it bad? Of course it is. I've never made pastry before, and I don't know how to make it well一一"

Gilbert(?): "No, it's delicious."

Gilbert(?): "I like this flavor."

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

Emma: "一一Sure, it could be delicious."

The voice of the little rabbit brings me back to myself.   //   I came back to myself at the sound of a rabbit's voice.

I noticed that the raisin sandwiches on the bed were almost gone.

Gilbert: "Liar."

Emma: "I really mean it. The more you eat, the more you get addicted to it……"

Emma: "The lack of flavor is a nice novelty!"

(. . . . . .)

It was clearer than fire that the little rabbit was lying.

I hate lies. I hate it.

But I don't blame her for this lie.

(……I put a lot of time and effort into this, so you must be desperate, right?)

I know those feelings.

I don't know of any trampling beast, but the foolish boy who once existed––   //   I don't know about the trampling beast, but the stupid boy who once existed––

Gilbert: "Hey, little rabbit."

Gilbert: "Did you eat my share?"   //   "Did you eat mine?"

Emma: "……Ah."

Gilbert: "That's terrible."

Emma: "I-I'm so sorry!"

Gilbert: "Food resentment isn't something you can just apologize for, you know?"

I grabbed the hand of the little rabbit as she tried to escape from the bed, as if sensing something.

There was a faint trace of cream on the edge of the rabbit's mouth as it was forcibly undone.   //   There was a faint trace of cream on the edge of the rabbit's mouth as she was forced to put it back in her mouth.

(…It's your fault.)

I lean forward and bring my face closer.

I lightly licked off the cream from the edge of her lips with my tongue, but it still had no taste.

Gilbert: "This is delicious."

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "I knew you were lying."

When I smile in front of her, the scowling little rabbit's face instantly turns red.

Emma: "W-What are you doing!?"

Gilbert: "What, you got a problem with me?"   //   "Oh, you're complaining to me?"

Emma: "I'd like to complain too! Such as––"

Gilbert: "Such as... What?"

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "Don't let your guard down. Because right next to you is the big villain."

(Good reaction... It seems like it will become a habit.)

I chuckle to myself and sit back down on the bed as if nothing had happened.

With the little rabbit still chomping at the bit, I next threw a cupcake into my mouth.

Gilbert: "Yes, it's delicious."

(But surely, even if it doesn't taste good......)

(I would have lied to you.)

I felt a little smoldering in my chest today—a feeling that I should have let go of once.   //   I felt like there was a feeling smoldering in my chest today that I should have let go of in the past.

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - December 30th

Welcome to the final SteveTony Weekly of the year! Tomorrow I’ll be sharing my short list of favorite reads of the year--enjoy these and be sure to leave comment and kudos for your authors if you enjoy them! 

~

ends of the earth by meidui

“We have a new deal,” Tony interrupts. “From now on, you feel like you messed up, you come home to me. You come home to New York and we figure it out together. If you’re on this cross country road trip and living on a farm because you like it, fine, I’ll come out and visit. But if you’re out here because you’re sorry, I’ve got some bad news for you, buddy. Not even you could fix the entire world.”

They always slip so briskly and unexpectedly into conversations like this. There’s never been anything between them to thaw. Tony has been a bullet through the heart since they first met and he’s still lodged there, and Steve doesn’t know how to get him out.

He doesn’t deserve Tony coming all the way down to Illinois with his million watt attention and a slice of that blunt kindness of his.

the steve rogers rating system by meidui

Tony has an internalised Steve Rogers rating system, but it’s not standardised. It’s also not a foolproof system because Steve behaves in ways that crash it all the time.

everything and the kitchen sink by meidui

Steve eats a lot after the serum (and stashes snacks in his utility belt).

How Close Am I To Losing You by tinystark616

Three different stories about the first time Steve says "I love you" to Tony.

Unseen, unheard by lomku 

Tony and Steve have a furtive encounter. Tony wishes they could have more.

you'd think they'd be married by now by FunSizedMomo 

Tony can cook.

Steve loves Tony's cooking. And baking.

Oh and he loves Tony too.

Thoughtful Indulgences by HeLovedYou (come_chaos)

Tony takes Steve to space for their second anniversary together.

Sun Spots and Other Warm Things by s_p_r_o_u_t

Steve takes care of Tony on a bad mental health day. Lots of sappy fluff!

Nothing Wrong by tinystark616

As the Avengers' leader, Steve always praises each member of the team for their good work.

Except for Tony.

In Arrears by Sineala 

Steve had nearly forgotten what day it was, because he hadn't exactly wanted to write "roleplay elaborate landlord/tenant sexual fantasy with Tony" on his calendar where other people might see it. He suspected Tony actually had written precisely that on his, but, well, that was why he and Tony were two different people.

Coincidences by ladyshadowdrake

Steve hasn't been to a Quidditch game since his mother was still alive, but the US is playing in the World Cup, so why not? He definitely doesn't expect to run into Tony there.

light of my life by tinystark616

Steve has always loved Tony's arc reactor.

And he's always loved Tony.

Make Me Laugh, Make Me Come (At the Same Time) by Sadisticsparkle (sadisticsparkle)

This was it. After many months of sudden invasions, unexpected heists, and at least two zombie outbreaks, they had an entire night for themselves.

this love came back to me by complicationstoo 

It's been two and half years since the last time Steve and Tony saw each other, but the pieces fall right back into place when a chance meeting connects them again.

fourth time's the charm by complicationstoo 

Three times Steve's gifts for Tony didn't go as planned, and the one time it went right.

dreamt of you all summer long by complicationstoo

Steve spends months after the breakup trying to forget Tony, but it never seems to work. That's alright, though, because Tony can't forget him either.

once in a lifetime by meidui for Areiton

“You should be worried that I'll break into your apartment, steal your identity and flee the country with all your money,” Steve says, one arm slung lazily across Tony's chest, playing with the key to his safe. “You shouldn't go around handing out keys to people, you know.”

Tony makes a low, offended noise and grabs Steve’s chin, making him laugh. “Is that what you think I do?”

By The Numbers by JenTheSweetie

“I’m not certain that obtaining a larger vessel will assist him in vanquishing this most dangerous sea creature,” Thor said firmly.

Or, five ways other than battles that the Avengers measured a year.

The Ballad of Captains America by JenTheSweetie

“The thing I want you all to remember, when this is over,” Tony said to Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, and Bruce Banner, and fuck, they really needed to find Thor, or possibly Thors, “is that I was planning to use this for good, not evil."

do i wanna know by JenTheSweetie

When Steve Rogers woke up, they told him a lot of things.

They told him they’d fixed things been wrong back before, and that the world was better now. They told him that SHIELD was where he belonged, that they took only the best and the brightest and the bravest. They told him that with his help, they were going to save the world.

They also told him Tony Stark was dangerous.

But Steve Rogers once jumped on top of a grenade, so really, it’s all relative.

[cazzyf1]

Peter Collins Interview 1957

And here is the 1957 interview I promised the other day! This is roughly three and a half minutes long with clearer audio! To me, Peter also seems a lot more confident in his speaking than he did the previous year, but that might be down to the fact he is ranting about things he disagrees with 😅 anyway enjoy!

Interviewer: We asked Peter Collins about it, and he explained that this is one of the team cars, complying with the new FIA regulations. There were other regulations more difficult to comply with.

Peter: We've come over here, and so has Maserati on the regulations that they sent to us. Which don't mention anything about using the spare wheel in the tyre change. They now issue an appendix to the regulations, which says that the first pit stop must include the use of the spare wheel. Well, now both ourselves and Maserati have different-sized wheels and tyres on the backs as opposed to the front. So, in other words, we can't put a front wheel tyre on the back. So, as far as we are concerned, if we come into the pits with a flat back tyre, we are not allowed to change it.

Interviewer: That's rather absurd.

Peter: Which is absurd, and not only that, you are now allowed to bring out an appendix to the regulations without the sign - well, these before - within 36 hours, I think it is, of the - closing of the entries-

Interviewer: That's an FIA regulation?

Peter: Yeah, that's an FIA regulation, an appendix 6 section c. And uh-

Interviewer: *Something about a lawyer, maybe joking Peter is like one*

Peter: And if you want to change these things, you have to get the signatures of all the competitors, and if one competitor doesn't agree to it, then they can't do it! And we are trying to do this now. We are all very mad about it.

Interviewer: When do you think it will be resolved?

Peter: Well, right now, with the noise by all *a person's name* from Maserati

Interviewer: Who is he making that noise with?

Peter: Everybody - well, all the people that matter, Chief Pittsburgh and Alec Coleman, I suppose, eventually, and Mr Talvoni, who was the lawyer from Ferrari; he is going after it as well. You see, from our point of view, um, if we go into the pits with a bent buckle smashed rear wheel, and we have to use the first wheel change as a spare wheel, we wouldn't be able to put it on, so we would just have to stop there. But the corvets and all the other entries from the, oh well, I won't state the country, have got the same size wheels on the front and the back.

Interviewer: *Something*

Interviewer: I have been hearing little talk that the course isn't as fast this year as the season last year, do you remember at all?

Peter: Yes, it doesn't seem to be as fast to me either. There are a lot of patches on it that have gotten much more slippery, one particular at the bottom end of the fast straight, first and second fast straight, one divides the two up.

Interviewer: How do you account for that?

Peter: Well there is a lot of water been allowed to lie on it, still does lie on it, and when you get water lying on concrete for any length of time, it becomes, it gets covered in sort of a greeny moss stuff which gets inground in the concrete and much slippery and also the tyre wear seems to have gone up a lot since last year um they resurfaced the course in one or two places and uh still a lot of bad bumps which have gotten worse I think, since last year, um I don't know whether it's because we are going faster or what it is but the course seems much bumpier than it was before. Also, um, well, I don't think they have the barrels and mark-bales in exactly the same position as they were before- one thing I like to say, I think, these 50-gallon oil drums, they got everywhere, they ought to be burnt in hell as far I am concerned. I think they are very, very dangerous things because if one car hits another one following, it's happened to me once, landed on me, 50-gallon oil drum, no light thing anyway. I think we could do well without those. Especially where if someone runs out of breaks and they have to go wide on the corner, then they are going into straw bales, and those 50-gallon oil drums is a very, very bad thing, I don't- it's one thing about the course that I think is very very bad indeed.

Interviewer: Thanks Peter!

[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

Looking at all the twst dreams on your page popping up on my fyp reminds of this dream I had where I was royalty and I was forced to pick a suitor, two of which happened to be Jade and Floyd. I felt really awkward about the whole thing so to take some tension away from the situation I held this pool party with all my suitors to get our minds off the arranged engagement. I remember we started playing Marco Polo and Floyd pulling me under the water and kissing me, then all of a sudden I was 1/2

Hehe I can do that!! Hope you enjoy~!

Featuring Adeuce as your attendants because my silly little brain said "You should add the one braincell duo to this for no reason!!"

Warning(s): arranged marriage (kinda. I mean, you have a choice, but still), forced kissing from Floyd, poisoning, blood/vomiting

You don't really want to be in this situation, but it can't exactly be helped...

You see, your kingdom... isn't in the best of states. And well, things are only going to get worse if you don't marry someone from a powerful family.

"Hey, (Y/N), they're here." One of your attendants, Ace, said peeking his head through your door. "They, as in the uh, guys you're gonna marry. Your, um, suitors. One's getting really impatient, you'd better get out here."

"Yeah, yeah, let them know I'll be out soon..." You said.

"Will do!" Ace winked. "Oh! And apparently, two of them are identical twins! It's really freaky."

You know that in the grand scheme of things, your problem of choosing a suitor is pretty insignificant, but you're really stressed right now...

"Ah! Hi (Y/N), follow me!" Deuce (another one of your attendants) said to you, waving. "Come on, you have... I think eight potential suitors waiting for you? I'm not sure. We'll find out when we get there!"

"Eight? That's... more than I was expecting..." You said to yourself.

"Apparently it's actually less than we were expecting." Deuce whispered to you. "Just between you and me, who are you thinking of choosing to marry?"

"I have no idea, Deuce, I haven't even met them yet." You said to him.

"Yeah, I guess you have a point." Deuce jokingly asked. "It's sad you have to do this, but look on the bright side! It's for the greater good of our country, right? Oh! Uh! We should get going, shouldn't we?"

"Y-yes, let's get going..."

Your potential suitors were... not too interesting.

Except for that strange pair of twins... but for whatever reason, you didn't exactly feel like you could trust them...

"Hey, (Y/N), you chosen someone yet?" Ace asked you that night, handing you a plate of food. "Though, if I'm being honest, none of them really look your type."

"This is all too stressful and awkward..." You said. "How am I supposed to marry one of these people when I don't know anything about them aside from their names?"

"Well, you have a few days to choose one, don't you?" Ace asked. "You can get to know them in that time. Maybe hold some kind of event to get to know them? Like speed-dating or something."

"That's a good idea." You admitted. "And maybe... maybe it can help relieve tension! I'm sure the other suitors feel the same, I bet they're all feeling awkward about this too... yeah! That'll help put everyone's minds off this whole thing!"

"Oh? You got an idea?"

"We'll have a pool party tomorrow!" You excitedly declared.

"Ooh! That is a good idea!" Ace said to you, smiling. "I'll get someone to clean out the pool and have it decorated for tomorrow!"

Tomorrow is sure to be a wonderful day!

The next day, you were delighted to show your suitors to the pool.

"Today, we're all just going to relax, understand? So like... you aren't all competing to marry me today. Today, we're all just... we're all friends today!"

Everyone looked like they understood..

Yep, looks like today's going to be great!

"Oh! You have a pool? Nice." One of the teal haired twins asked you. "Is it saltwater?"

"Yes, actually!" You responded.

"Oh, cool." He said, a distant-looking smile on his face. "My name's Floyd, by the way. But you knew that already. Since we're engaged and all that-"

"We're not engaged yet." You told him.

"Ehe... you're really short, you know that?" Floyd asked. "I can tell you're gonna choose me."

"Right, well, as I said, we're just relaxing today, s-so no talking about the whole marriage thing, got it...?" You asked.

"Yeah yeah, I got it..." He rolled his eyes jokingly. "Well I guess let's get in the pool!"

...that's right. Everyone's supposed to be relaxing. You included.

Eventually, somebody suggested that everyone should play marco polo! How fun!

With your eyes shut, you blindly stumbled around the pool, shouting out "Marco" every now and again to try and find where everyone was to hopefully tag one of them and have them take your place of blindly walking around.

Then, you heard someone whisper "Polo" right in your ear.

Then, you were pulled under the water and- are they kissing you? This is the exact thing you were trying to take your mind off of!

You opened your eyes to see who it was, and...

It was... Floyd?!

You pushed him away from you and stood up, coughing up the water you'd gotten in your nose and mouth.

"What the HELL, Floyd?!" You yelled out in anger. He just smirked and shrugged.

From there, everything went downhill.

It seems everybody assumed that him kissing you symbolized that the marriage competition was back on.

As everyone started fighting with each other, you silently got out of the pool, and decided to go back inside. Nobody even noticed you leave.

"Well, (Y/N), today didn't go well, but... you know, I'm sure tomorrow will be better!" Deuce told you. "Hey! Apparently you're gonna be doing some ballroom dancing tomorrow! Doesn't that sound fun?"

"No. Not with what happened today." You said.

"I'm sure that whatever happens tomorrow, it won't be worse than today!"

Deuce was wrong with that statement. Oh, he was so wrong.

"Ah, (Y/N)." One of the two Leech twins greeted you as you entered the ballroom. You couldn't tell which one it was, they were nearly completely identical and you didn't know how to tell them apart yet.

"Hello, um..."

"Jade. Jade Leech." He looked amused. "I just wanted to let you know that I deeply apologize for my brother's actions yesterday. What he did was entirely inappropriate, especially considering you had specifically told him and everyone else that the competition for your hand was off for that day."

"At least one of you has common sense." You sighed.

"May I have this dance, your highness~?"

You grabbed Jade's hand and he immediately pulled you into a dance.

You two danced the waltz together. Strangely enough, you found yourself calming down.

Jade is a nice man, but... again, there's something just off-putting about him and his brother. You're definitely not going to marry him, but at least he's nice.

"By the way, (Y/N), I made you a drink, it's just over there if you want it." Jade told you, pointing over to a table near the wall. "And you needn't worry. It's not poisoned, I promise you."

"I... didn't think it was...?"

"Yes, well, your servants thought it was." Jade snickered to himself. "They've tested it for you. And their test proved it was not. I'm aware this may make it sound suspicious. but... you trust me, don't you?"

When the dance finished, you remembered that Jade made you a drink. It's been tested for poison, apparently, and it looks delicious...

What's the harm?

The drink, whatever it was, tasted so... interesting. It was like seven different kinds of fruit, but it didn't taste bad, or anything... it was amazing! You should absolutely compliment him the next time you see him!

For some reason, that night, you went to bed with a terrible stomachache.

When you woke up the next morning, you could tell something was absolutely not right.

"Rise and shine, your highness!" Deuce said, entering your room and opening your window's curtains.

"Wakey-wakey! We made breakfast for ya!" Ace happily said, putting a plate of food on your bedside table.

"Um... (Y/N)? Are you ok?" Deuce asked. "You don't look well at all..."

"Yeah, now that Deucey mentions it... you're not looking too hot. You feeling ok?"

Then, out of nowhere, you threw up on your bedsheets.

Except... it wasn't vomit that had came out of your mouth. It was blood.

"(Y/N)?!"

"What just happened?! A-are you ok?!"

"You bloody idiot, of course they aren't ok! They were clearly poisoned, Deuce!"

"I'm panicking! What else do you expect me to ask?! Who did this to you?!"

"YES!"

"How are they supposed to know who specifically poisoned them?!"

"I don't know, but it'd be better than asking 'ArE yOu Ok?!?!', dumbass!!"

"Whatever! We need to go find someone to help them!"

"Yeah, you're right, but still!" Ace sighed. "(Y/N), we'll be right back with someone who knows what to do in this situation, ok?!"

As soon as those two left, another two people entered your room.

"Heeeeey, (Y/N)~!"

"Greetings. Did you enjoy the drink I made you last night?"

It was the two identical twin sons of the Leech family.

"...you did this to me...!" You said, realizing exactly what Jade was insinuating.

"Yes, yes I did..." Jade gave you a fake sad face. "It was the only way I could think of to get you to choose me."

"W-why would I choose you to marry if you... poisoned me?" You asked.

"Oh poor dear. You don't understand, do you?" Jade asked. "You see, it's a slow-acting poison unique to where I live. And that means only I can cure you."

"We're going to share ya! Of course you'll be married to Jade, but he's already said he'd be fine with it!!" Floyd gave a toothy grin.

"It's true. So you don't even have to choose between the two of us!"

"Why would I ever choose to marry you?!" You asked, before throwing up blood once more.

"Why, it's quite simple, (Y/N)." Jade chuckled to himself. "It's because I know how to make the antidote to that unique poison... and if you don't marry me, well..." Jade had one of the most terrifying smiles you've ever seen. "Then I will simply leave you to die here!"

...

What other choice do you have in this scenario?!

"F-fine, Jade, I'll... I'll marry you!" You started tearing up.

"Perfect. I would've hated to have you vomit up your guts as you writhed on the floor in agony."

"That's a lie and you know it, Jade. You would've thought it was hilarious." Floyd added.

"That was uncalled for, Floyd. Even though it might be true."

Wow. You're being forced into a marriage- well, you were already being forced to marry someone, but this is basically blackmail...

Oh well.

Nothing you can do about it now...

[sagau-fruit-bowl]

HELLO! HI! I HAVE JUST COME TO THE REALIZATION NOTHING IS STOPPING ME FROM WRITING HEADCANONS OF [NAME] BEING LIKE, 14 IN GUIDE AU AND BEING ADOPTED BY EVERYONE

Keep in mind this is not the canon, this is me having ideas that make my found family loving heart very happy. 

Please enjoy but either way, oh well because I need to write this for my soul.

This also isn't very good, this is me rambling and it has been sitting in my drafts because I didn't know if I should post it or not.

For some context... ish. This is very self indulgent.

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[Name] didn't always look their age, or act it to be honest, and when people think you're a god they let you get away with a lot of things.

So honestly [Name] didn't bother telling anyone their age, it didn't bother anyone, it's not like they had anyone flirting with them, it's not like it would gain them any respect, the only thing it might provide was an explanation for some more childish behaviors of theirs but if you look at Venti, you know it's uncommon of gods to be immature.

It only really came up on accident though someone was bound to find out someday.

It was supposed to be just another Teyvat meeting. Zhongli had some paperwork he wanted signed, Ei had some questions about offerings, Childe wanted me to help him fight Aether, Diluc was fighting the urge to drop kick Scaramouche, Xiao and Venti had gone somewhere and Albedo and Dainsleif were caught in a conversation about some kind of project, that wasn't everyone but it was normal.

However, [Name] found a bit of a problem in the paperwork and sighed. They really didn't want to lie about their age or have anyone know but unfortunately this piece of paper was about payment for items and required you to be of legal age, something [Name] was unfortunately not, so they slid the paper back over in Zhongli's direction who then looked up at them.

"Was there something wrong with it?" He asked and [Name] shrugged.

"I can't sign it. I'm not old enough yet."

Zhongli paused at that, staring at them for a few moments. "Please repeat that…"

"I'm not old enough to sign that. You need to be at least eighteen. to sign for anything regarding financial issues in that country, I'm not." [Name] did their best to reply casually and not make a big deal out of it and luckily for them, Zhongli seemed pretty relaxed about the whole thing. 

"How old are you exactly?" He asked.

[Name] internally sighed, hoping there wouldn't be any getting in trouble for this. "Fourteen."

Zhongli blanched and [Name] could tell they were likely going to get a rant regarding the fact they had signed so much paperwork, but he surprised them, simply asking "Why didn't you inform us?"

Again, [Name] shrugged. "No reason to. I have a bedroom I can act like a kid in if I so chose."

Unfortunately Zhongli shook his head "No, that won't do. I'll speak with the other archons about lessening your workload and finding you some friends in your age range."

[Name] held back a look of disgust. "No thank you. I'm doing fine, please just treat me according to how I act."

Zhongli nodded and [Name] hoped that would be the end of it.

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Update, it was not the end of it. Two days later, [Name] had been called out to make an appearance in Liyue, some sort of holiday celebration. 

If [Name] was being truthful, they weren't actually listening during the meeting, planning their later adventure with Venti and Kaeya, unfortunately that meant they had no clue what they had said yes too.

They had arrived only twenty minutes before but found themselves facing both Zhongli and Childe at a restaurant that had been reserved and [Name] fought to the urge to berate the duo over just how much money this must have cost.

Not long into the meal, Zhongli brought it up again, this time, and [Name] was tempted to say he did this on purpose, with Childe in the room. 

"So, Your Grace, I've spoken at length with the other archons over how your duties will change now that we are aware of your situation."

Childe raised an eyebrow "Situation?" He asked.

"Don't worry about it." [Name] told him, glaring daggers into the archon's head, who simply smiled like the self assured asshole he is and spoke, much to [Name]'s chagrin. "Their age. Their Grace is in fact, a minor."

[Name] had to restrain themselves from making a I'm a Minor, and I'm Neurodivergent joke, but decided against it.

Childe looked over to them in shock "You're a kid?! But you act so old… that does explain a lot though."

[Name] rolled their eyes "I don't know if that's a compliment or an insult."

Childe grinned before pausing for a moment and asking another question "What about your family?"

[Name] also paused.

"What do you mean?" Zhongli asked.

Childe straightened himself in his chair as he explained. "Most human children really should spend as much time as possible with their family. I don't know how old they are exactly-" Childe was cut off by Zhongli "Fourteen" "Oh that's even worse. Your Grace, again I ask, what about your family?"

[Name] shrugged once more. "They showed me how to care for myself, I'm sure they'll appreciate that I'm putting those oh so important life skills to use."

Child shook his head. "That's not what I meant. I mean, what are you going to do about your family now?"

"I just told you, they'll be fine." 

Childe looked over to Zhongli who shrugged. He knew he wasn't the most aware of the emotional needs of human or godly children.

Childe groaned in annoyance and turned back to [Name] "I mean, you're gonna need somebody to be a sibling or parental figure."

[Name] stared at him. "... No. I refuse. Absolutely not. All of you act more like children than I do. Not a fucking chance."

To [Name]'s annoyance, Childe just laughed "I'd be happy to be your older brother. I'm sure my parents would also be happy to be your parents."

Zhongli nodded slowly in understanding. "If it's a parental figure you need, an archon like myself would be a much better choice to teach you about growing up into godhood."

[Name] buried their face into their arms and groaned.

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When [Name] made a return to Mondstadt, they had a few more unwelcome interactions regarding their legal guardian.

It midday on a so far enjoyable Saturday afternoon, they sat in the training grounds of the Knights headquarters, watching Jean care for Klee and witnessing Bennetts usual stunts when training with Kaeya. [Name] winced at a particularly hard smack on the older man's ankles.

They almost didn't notice when the wind began to pick up, chiming in their ears and attempting to draw their attention.

[Name] tuned into their song just long enough to hear the wind call Venti's name before tuning out once more and mentally preparing themselves for his arrival.

As always when the bard arrived, it wasn't without his share of theatrics.

He had apparently jumped from the top of the knights of Favonius headquarters and didn't bother to use anything to catch his fall until the last moment.

[Name] wasn't startled at his arrival, the warning from the wind being enough, but Bennett sure was, resulting in missed swing from his mentor and a hard blow to his side.

Kaeya looked to the side awkwardly for a moment before regaining his usual demeanor. "And that, is why you don't take your eyes off of your opponent."

Venti simply smiled at let out a small '"ehe!" Before turning to face [Name] who looked at him in confusion as they greeted him.

"Good Morning Venti… Is there something you need?"

He grinned and [Name] just knew they had opened the floodgates to something they didn't want.

"I hear you need a family."

They resisted the urge to punch his stupid smily face.

"I don't need a family." They told him "I'm perfectly fine without a family here in Teyvat."

Jean looked over at the two in curiosity "What are you talking about?"

Venti grinned even wider but [Name] jumped to their feet and placed their hands over his mouth before he could speak, leaving his words as untranslatable noises.

[Name] answered for the muffled god. "Nothing, don't worry about it. Go back to your previous task."

Venti laughed behind their hand and forcibly pulled their arm away from his face. "Their Grace is a child~" he told Jean in a sing song voice.

"Really? You're gonna talk like that and claim I'm the kid in this situation?"

Jean stared at [Name] for a while before whispering "Are you really?"

[Name] rolled their eyes. "Yes. Yes I am. I am fourteen years of age."

She looked at [Name] with a level of pity that tempted them to throw her off a cliff.

"That must be so lonely… to be in a new world without a family… I would gladly take you in if you wanted me as your mother."

[Name] huffed. "This, this is why I don't tell people."

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[Name] had no plans for returning to Mondstadt or Liyue for the time and visiting Snezhnaya would only make Childe's insistence worse, so Inazuma it is.

Arriving, they were constantly on guard for any comment that could have been made towards their age and when they could have sworn Ei was going to say something, they quickly redirected the conversation, requesting to plan a visit to the Kamisato estate, hoping, praying, to anyone who would listen and apparently themselves that nothing would be said.

When they arrived at the estate, all they wanted to do was discuss business. The first conversation ended up derailed however, instead of focusing on trade deals with Snezhnaya and moving towards family stories, Ayato had plenty of stories to tell about his dear younger sister.

It was a story that took place when Ayaka was around [Name]'s age that caused them to tense and one of the two to ask what was wrong.

Honestly [Name] had enough of avoiding the topic at this point that they simply explained, starting with the fact they were fourteen and ending with several tales of people insisting they have a legal guardian while in Teyvat.

"See, the issue is that if I choose someone to be my family, it's like choosing a vessel but twenty times worse. If I choose the wrong person, they'll hold it over everyone else's head for eternity!"

Ayato and Ayaka simply shared a look. "Perhaps" Ayaka began "You could be a part of our family. You'd definitely enjoy it and we promise to be respectful towards others." 

Ayato chuckled "For the most part at least."

[Name] simply shook their head. "I'm fine as I am. I really really am."

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It was almost 3 weeks later when [Name] got a knock on the door to their bedroom. 

With a call for them to enter, [Name] put down the book they were reading onto their desk and directed their attention to the door as Childe, Ayato, Venti and Zhongli walked in, closely followed by Jean. [Name] knew this wasn't going to be good.

"Well good morning to you all as well… to what do I owe this meeting?" They asked after a long stretch of silence.

More silence filled the room until Childe broke it, a stack of papers that [Name] realized was in his hand was plopped down in front of them at their desk and [Name] looked at the papers in confusion. "What's this?"

The group looked between each other before Jean spoke up. "Adoption paperwork."

[Name] could only facepalm.

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There was nothing stopping me and my found family loving heart had to. I'll probably expand on this idea further once I have brain power if y'all don't hate it.

@sayomiikaye @eccedentesiast-sapphic (this is part of the being tagged in random headcanons/ideas stuff but if you'd like me to not tag you in this kind of non-canon content, please do let me know.)

[flowery-laser-blasts]

Headcanon: is Shego actually 'goth'?

my short answer: no, but it depends really.

I often see people talking about Shego as a 'cartoon goth girl' and I'm pretty sure that everyone is only basing it on her looks and 'attitude'.

The stereotype of gothic and any other type of alternative 'dark' subculture, is wearing black clothes, black lipstick and having a pissed or 'whatever' attitude.

Basic rule for goth: if you listen to goth music, you're goth. That's it. You can dress in 'normal'clothes and still be 'goth' at heart. It's your choice to express it.

Shego's appearance:

I've heard some people say her look and all screams goth but, it's just her ex-superhero suit??? That would make all of the Go siblings (or anyone who has black work clothes) 'goth'.

In 'stop team go' we find out that Shego's casual clothes are actually fairly 'ordinary' and match with Kim's tastes. Actually, Kim and Shego are REALLY close to one another when it comes to what they like and is Kim a goth? Most definetely not. (And that's OK).

"But in that episode, all of Shego's evilness got taken away" yeah, so? Does that mean being goth is evil? Heck no! It took away 'evil' not interests!

'Regular' people can wear black lipstick. Because doy, it's just make up!

If I put on pink lipstick, it doesn't mean that I am no longer goth or anything. It's always odd to me that if someone doesn't dress 100% goth 24/7 that (most of the time normal) people say "oh you're not a 'real'goth".

'Kay by that logic; where are Shego's platform boots, chains and spikes at ?

Also the stereotype that goths don't go into the sun? I've got news for you buddy; we kind of have to. I despise it because of my sun allergy and getting blinded by it but you can't go around it...

But for a stereotypical gothy cartoon character, Shego really does enjoy sunbathing huh? (And pft ofc goths can sunbathe but look at Sam Manson from Danny Phantom for example, she's covered from head to toe during the pool episode).

Shego's attitude:

I'm honestly puzzled because so often in media you see that the 'goth' is mopey, evil, depressed, dramatic, sarcastic or down right rude when that's the furthest from the truth!!!

Heck if you give Shego a blonde wig, pink lipstick and pink clothes, not only would you get evil 'Barbie', but you'd get a mean girls type-a girl. Think of it as Bonnie2.0. Except with a go-getter attitude and a larger range of skills.

Shego is an antagonist with a strong character with even stronger opinions. But that doesn't make her goth.

Shego's music tastes:

In the show, it's only ever established that she enjoys listening to MC Honey.

She seems to be kind of 'eh' about Oh Boyz, but perhaps it's because of Drakken who sings it.

I doubt she'd listen to 'goth' (or alternative) music because to hear it might be too... moopy.

The gothic scene is heavily based (started with) the gothic music genre, so if you don't listen to it then chances are: you're not goth.

Does that mean that goths can never listen to any other music genre? Heck no! You can listen to whatever you want, but you've got to know the roots and origins from a subculture.

My conclusion:

In terms of looks, Shego could be considered a 'goth'. But is she actually goth? I think noth.

And unless a cartoon character shows actual participation in the goth culture or states "yeah I'm goth", they're probably not goth.

But that's just my take on it and I'm also not going to be a gatekeeper of what is goth and what's not.

if you consider her 100% goth, that's a-ok!

MIGHT update this in the future but this is it for now.

Bonus:

Dr Drakken however, the man DEFINITELY had an angsty goth teen phase in his life and 100% listens to some punk, rock and new wave when working on his projects along with country, rap and poppy boyband songs.

+ that dark themed Victorian labcoat that he wears? and headcanon eyeliner to hide his eyebags? Sheeeeeesh! 😫👌

[anti-endo-haven]

[hey you probably know who this is ;,) feel free to not reply as an ask on your blog or talk in dms or whatever you prefer if you aren't comfortable with the topic, sorry we just. don't know where to go. you don't even have to reply we just. need to speak to someone]

TWs: System doubt, system invalidation Christianity, demons, & cult mentions.

Oh. oh. oh. oh. oh no.

sorry if our wording is jagged or doesn't make sense

despite having some minor religious trauma, we're collectively christian and have a lot of religious imagery headmates, both angels and demons, some in-between etc, sometimes we go to church. but we feel like the black sheep because stereotypical christians feel so judgemental and stuff but we're trying to be good about it because some of our friends and people we know are very kind and patient [we admitted we dated same sex a few years ago and they weren't "YOURE GOING TO HELL" etc but it was still a little awkward].

but. but. that's not the current issue. oh no. nonono. we just saw a short video how a man said he was he/they and multiple people because "we are legion." which is. demon bible stuff. legion is a demon of 6,000 or something i don't know the details. and then afterwards opening tumblr. what do we get greeted with? yes. a fuckinf post saying "Demons refer to themselves as they/them/we/us."

fuck! fuck!!!! we don't have a great relationship with christianity but now parts of our system are like "please don't let me be possessed" and others are "we're christian we can't be??" and others "we have angelic alters how would we be demonic?"

fucking. hhh.. tried to find. a DID christianity blog to vent to and ask for advice how do system christians work together?? because Google doesn't help and stuff?? instead!! great!! a rant about how christianity is a cult.

now i feel like our headspace is in a panic. our religion is invalid. we're not a real system, we're possessed. we don't know what to do or think. why can't we just be normal. why can't we just be a singlet. why do we have to be so ashamed of ourselves to the point of convincing ourselves that we're faking. now some of us are genuinely thinking we're in a fucking cult.

i want to cry so badly how do i calm us down how do i fix this why can't we ever EVER find reliable sources about DID and christianity as one? apparently they can't fucking coexist if its all like this!! hhhhhhggf...

im sorry shining if anything here offends or upsets you or if you don't know how to reply its okay [/gen] we're just. lost. very very. lost.

Okay, so, as someone that does have Christian parts even past religious trauma, you’re not possessed and you’re not faking.

It’s okay to have both angelic, demonic, and in-between alters. It’s not something anyone can harm you over, it’s perfectly okay.

You can still be Christian and be a good person. It’s not unheard of, just rare in some parts of the world or specific countries. It doesn’t mean you’re automatically bad or a black sheep. You’re not the wolf amongst the crowd. We view it as the Christians that are there for everyone are shepherds tending to their flock and protecting a family they enjoy and care for, they’re the ones that someone can go to and have support they need even without religious contexts.

The whole “we are Legion” thing strikes me as fearmongering, as well as “demons use they/them.” And it honestly depends on what you’re talking about. For us, typical “demons” are just trickster spirits or the ones that just want to do things out of boredom. Genuine “demons” are people that do genuinely horrible things.

This is an extremely hot take, especially from me, but just because a religious thing has something that can be cultish around it doesn’t make it a cult. Yes, there can be a cult disguised as that religious thing and can/will cause religious trauma, but that doesn’t make the entire religion bad (which is what we’ve learned to better heal to support friends/family that are Christian rather than just cutting them out entirely). Not every Christian person is going to be related to the disguised issues underneath. It can be hard to see that or understand and a lot of people might find it hard, but it’s also okay to just not interact with the religion but don’t bash it. Also just because people relate the religion to a cult doesn’t mean you were in one, it’s okay to be afraid of it, but don’t harm yourself by thinking that way.

The only thing I can really say is trying to take a break from social media for a little until everything is settled, this is optional. Write down all the reasons you know you aren’t fake. You’re not faking. You’re not possessed, write some positive things down about you and your alters.

It’s perfectly okay to be Christian and have DID/OSDD. A religion doesn’t define you. You’re good enough and you’ll have a place here as well as in DMs. You’re loved.

I’m a little slow on guessing people on anon, but you’ll always stay anon no matter what (even if you DM me). I don’t entirely like assuming who someone is either :)

I’m posting this as an ask for any other Christian DID/OSDD people that also want to have some reassurances regarding things like this.

You’ll always have a spot here, my friend.

[tonberry-yoda]

Cute as a Button - Funny Valentine

Pairing - Funny Valentine x f!reader

Warnings - funny being a little suggestive (there's a funny suggestive joke lol) but nothing crazy

Word Count - 545

Notes - funny is a pretty underrated villain, but i love that curly blonde hair.

And don’t forget, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! So if you want to request any writing, please don’t hesitate to ask, but please read my pinned post before requesting! Please enjoy!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated! <3

“She’s from… where again?” Funny turned to his secretary, looking at an unfamiliar woman who was standing next to Steven Steel, talking about something. “She’s from London, sir. Apparently she’s royalty. She’s here to cheer on Diego Brando, I've heard.” Valentine scoffed. “Monarchy. Ugh. Well, bring her over. I want to meet this ‘royalty’ since I'm more than likely stuck with her the entire race.” His secretary ran off while Funny kept his eyes on the woman, observing her every move. She was cute. This was obvious to anyone. Even in the dark of the early morning. The way she smiled as she talked and nodded when others would. Her movements were just… adorable. Even the way she walked as she headed over to Funny Valentine, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“You must be the president of this fine country.” She stuck out her hand to Funny, and he gladly took it. “Yes, I am. I heard you were royalty?” “Why, yes! I'm in line to become queen if all goes well.” “I see. Well, we welcome you to the United States. I hope everything has been grand.” “Oh, more than! I didn't know what to expect coming out here, but it is absolutely stunning. Much better weather than London, I'll give it that.” Valentine giggled, pointing to a few workers where to set up some of the stands for the race. “Is it hard?” Funny turned to her, confused, his mind going to a completely different place. “Sorry?” “Being president of such a huge country? Is it hard?” Funny sighed, his face turning red. “I mean, it's not easy if that’s what you’re thinking. So much land and more people coming in. It's a lot, I'll put it that way. I enjoy it though. I'll do anything for this country.” “You’re a good man.” He turned to her with a kind smile, not once tearing his eyes away from that cute figure. “When does the race start, Mr. President?” “Soon. It should be in a couple of hours.” “My god.” She gasped. “What is it?” She pointed to the sun that was rising, putting beautiful colors on the clouds, turning the world golden. “It's beautiful.” “Isn't it? I never get sick of that sunrise.” “It's… stunning. It's like I barely have any words for it.” “Are there sunrises like this in London?” “I mean, sure, but nothing like this. I can't believe how gorgeous this country is. And,” she turned to Funny, looking him up and down with a smile. “A president to match.” He blushed. “Oh, stop.” “Just teasing, that’s all.” “I like teasing.” Funny’s eyes turned flirtatious as he stepped closer to her. “Aren't you married, Mr. President?” “Oh, I was, my dear. But Scarlet decided to not appreciate what was right in front of her.” “I agree.” She chuckled as Funny leaned down, his warm breath dusting over her neck. “How about after the race starts, you meet me in my office. Let's talk… politics.” “I would like that.” He turned away from her, his long hair flowing behind him as he walked towards Steven Steel to finish setting up the Steel Ball Run, all while she stood there with a soft smile on her face and dusted red cheeks.

[spookylightwhispers]

Today I had a class on career in which we talk about career planning and the like. The topic for today was about our work view, and life view. Every group had to come up with a tagline to represent our work and life views. And unsurprisingly, it was all about money, money, money.

Every group was just talking about how we work to earn money, and with money we'll be happy in life. And everyone was just laughing and joking about it but I just sat there thinking, "what a depressing bunch of people you all are."

And while we were supposed to discuss as a group, one, and then two people, said "work to earn money" because "why work if there's no money" and suddenly I felt weird because what I had wrote on my copy was "contributing meaningfully to society while doing something that I enjoy or am passionate about." Believe it or not, the thought of money hadn't even occurred to me and suddenly I was just like "oh. right, money." (I felt a little more sane after another guy in my group steered our tagline towards something more humanistic and not money-based. And we turned out to be the only group in the class whose tagline didn't have the word "money".)

And, just, is this what society has come to? Is life really just all about working, and working, and earning money till you drop dead? Is there no meaning to anything anymore? And it's not just about working. Even studying. In the previous lesson, people were just like "get a degree so I can get a job". But I'm not here to get a degree so I can get a job. I'm not here to "get an education". I'm here to gain knowledge. To take part in the inter-generational transfer of knowledge. I'm not here so that at the end of the day, I get to earn money. I'm here because I want to learn things. I want to marvel at the world. I want to be more appreciative of human society. I want to contribute. I want to make the world a better place. I'm not here to get a certificate so I can get a job and work until I die.

I know I can't, and I won't deny that money is a very important factor in living life. And for some people, money can buy happiness. And I acknowledge that I come from a very privileged background. I've never had to worry about money and I've always lived a comfortable life. Even when my parents were supposedly "broke", we didn't have all the extras but we never lacked anything either. My life has been very smooth-sailing.

But is there nothing more to life than just earning money? I mean, I'll be honest, I'm not gonna sit here and pretend I'm immune to the whole money predicament either. Lately I've been really interested in research and I've really been considering the idea of furthering my studies and becoming a researcher. But at the back of my head, I have this nagging thought of how am I going to get money to survive? Is that going to give me a stable income? Who's going to be funding this research? Especially if I were to do it for a PhD thesis? Who's going to pay for all that? How am I going to live? Should I just follow the conventional pathway and get a proper job that's going to bring in a stable income?

Money is important to live, and this may be true for pretty much every place on earth but in this part of the world especially, the culture just feels extra crazy. Especially with the mindset that is very prevalent among the majority race. In fact just earlier in the day, I had another class and in trying to come up with a topic for research I shared with my professor a possible topic my group was considering doing. And it revolved around education. About how our universities have very limited choices in terms of courses and how it seems like the only kinds of courses you get here are the ones that "bring in money" and other kinds of courses which would get you not-very-profitable jobs are practically non-existent in this country. (Even if those particular set of skills are very much needed in this country! To meet the government's own goals! (and they might probably then use this as an excuse to import in more foreign workers because we don't have enough 'skilled local talents'?)). And the only way to get qualifications in those specific fields is to go overseas...which obviously costs even more money, something not everyone can afford.

I did not mention it to my group and my professor earlier, but even for me, personally, while I did apply to three different universities, when I applied to my current university now, I only applied for one course, which is the course I am in now. And this is despite the fact that my university is one of the two biggest ones, and thus one of the two which offers the most courses. I felt kinda badass, not gonna lie, about "confidently" (I wasn't really confident about getting in to be honest) applying to only one course in this university but honestly, it's not really something to gloat about. It's a sad predicament, that none of the courses the university offered interested me...except one. Everything else I could possibly be interested in is not even offered at a university level in this country. Sad, sad, sad.

People are unable to pursue their interests, and do what they are good at, simply because the government thinks these things are not worth investing in, because they're "not profitable". It is true, the government runs this country like a business, not a country. At the end of the day, it's all about money. And this mentality seeps through to the people. (Or, I guess, you could argue that the very people with this mentality are the ones who control the government, and have thus forced everyone else to live that way). It's no wonder people here have no life. All we ever think about is ace-ing the academics to get a good job to earn good money.

What is your purpose in life?

[basingstokemercury]

Album liner of "Come All Ye Fair And Tender Ladies" (Pernell Roberts, folk/country, 1963).

Transcript below image.

HOW A FOLK SINGER GETS THAT WAY...

by the co-star of the "Bonanza" TV Show

At the age of 32, two and one-half years ago, I bought myself a guitar along with Pete Seeger's instruction book and record. Very painfully, I learned to play - not too well by any means, but enough to chord and accompany myself for folk songs. I can't possibly describe the joy and sense of accomplishment when my fingers finally behaved themselves and formed A, E and B-7. (Then a whole new world opened up with C, F, G-7, A-7, D-7, etc!) I was born again! However, I ran into a problem... if I played Chunk! Chunk! Chunk!, I sang "Chunk! Chunk! Chunk!" What to do? Well, it's like when the tourist came to New York and asked a little old lady, "How do you get to Carnegie Hall?" She replied, "Practice." I did and it's richly rewarding. Aside from acting, the thing I enjoy most is singing and - most of all - folk songs. Of course, next to singing folk songs, listening to folk songs… especially when performed by people like Odetta, Joan Baez, Bob Gibson, Pete Seeger, Jack Elliott, Woody Guthrie, Leadbelly, Big Bill Broonzy, Lightnin' Hopkins, Barbara Dane - and, oh, so many others that it would take the backs of three album jackets just to list them. Although I realize that folk songs, singers and records are exceedingly popular, I know there are also a lot of people who are not familiar with this area of music. I know that most of you who pick up this album will do so because of the television series I'm associated with. But what I'm hoping, more than anything else, is that you also pick up something new in the way of music appreciation. I highly recommend all of John and Alan Lomax's books of folk songs and, most essentially, the folk song magazine "Sing Out." What a rich heritage we all have in this form of music. When I sing a song like Woody Guthrie's Pastures of Plenty, my problems in life seem a bit unimportant compared to the problems of other people. I quickly realize just how un-unique I am, that we all face many problems of daily living, and singing about them seems to make it all a little easier to take. That's why folk songs and folk lore were the basic source of material for this album, and I'd like to thank Steve Sholes for asking me to do it, Neely Plumb for his infinite patience and guidance, Jim Malloy for his engineering seal, Perry Botkin, Jr. for his perceptive arranging "pointing", and last of all - but far from least - Dick Rosmini. Dick, in my opinion, is a talent to be reckoned with. Besides being an extraordinary six or twelve-string guitarist, banjo player and folk singer, he also writes beautiful songs and adaptations, notably - in this album - Alberta and Mary Ann. Richard, thank you for making this such a rewarding and exciting experience! PERNELL ROBERTS

[pastelwitchling]

I thought now would be the proper time to talk about my (maybe slightly unpopular) opinions on The Eighth Sense. Here are my thoughts on this show, why I think it was so popular, and my overall opinion on kbl. At least, the ones I've seen so far.

So grab your tea and some biscuits, because this might be a long one.

I loved The Eighth Sense. Let's just get that out of the way real quick. I thought the actors had so much charm, I love everyone they wanted us to love and hate everyone they wanted us to hate, and the characters themselves were also great and refreshing.

Jihyun is a country mouse, but he's independent and unyielding. Jaewon doesn't keep a distance because of any kind of homophobia, but because of his own self-deprecation. The characters, for the most part (I'll get into that more in a bit) are very nice and good-hearted people. Except for two, but we don't like them, so we will be ignoring them.

I saw the reaction people had to this show, so I had to check it out, and yeah, I get the hype online. Very quickly, I realized why it was being talked about so much. Has anyone ever seen the show Skam? Either the Norwegian or French versions? Well, The Eighth Sense is shot exactly like that. To someone who's never seen anything but the Asian-based bls, seeing that European style on a kbl is kind of surprising. Even if you have seen Skam, the style is still shot more "indie" with simpler, quieter scenes, and it's not something we're used to seeing with non-European characters. At least, not in a bl.

That said, a lot of the shots are a little too... artsy, in my opinion, and I didn't like some of them. Like as Jihyun comes down the stairs at one point, the scene cuts to him on opposite sides of the staircase, or there were mirror scenes, or closeups on people's faces for no reason, and they kept yanking me out of the scenes.

But the real controversial opinion comes here, are you all ready?

I think the show could be a little... offensive sometimes.

I mention this because I didn't see anyone else say it, and maybe I'm just missing those posts, but... you guys ever notice that the chubbier characters are always snacking on something? It's such a small, but such a gross stereotype. If you're not stick-thin, it's because you're constantly eating. And then, wouldn't you know it, these only two chubbier characters end up with each other at the last minute even though they never shared so much as a scene throughout the whole show, AND despite the fact that Joonpyo clearly had a thing for Aeri. But oh, she's this pretty little social thing, so we can't have them together.

And... Hedwig. Look. If they'd teased him and had a problem with him because of how rude he is, fine. Great. But from the very beginning, before he's even said a word to anyone, he's being laughed at and mocked, not just by our sweet little country mouse and his friend, but by the entire class and professor just because of how he's dressed and how over the top he is. What, because it comes from a queer character and an ally, it's okay? It just really left a bad taste in my mouth.

And that's really it. Oh, and the fact that the villains are forgiven in the end so easily despite not deserving it for a second, but that's more a personal preference. I really enjoyed the show, the acting was amazing, and Jihyun is actually pretty inspiring for how tough he is. That said, no, I don't think it was the flawless masterpiece that everyone else seems to think it was. It was certainly shot different, but not perfect.

That's pretty much the gist of kbl, in my opinion. They're shot different--quieter scenes, more of a budget with things like mics and soundtracks--but not perfect. Could any other show, from any other country, do what Until We Meet Again did? Could any random couple manage in My School President better than Gemini and Fourth? I don't think so. And a lot of that comes down to how Studio Wasabi (I know that's not what they're called, but that's what I've always called them) and GMMTV do things, even with the smaller budget.

I also think that a lot of this "kbl is the superior" attitude comes down to BTS and k-drama hype. A lot of people are caught up in the whirlwind and excitement of the Korean everything coming out nowadays, but for someone who already had her BTS and k-drama phase long ago, I'm just not as taken in, I guess?

I don't know, personally, bigger budget doesn't equal better. And I think giving kbl this much praise for just starting to do what thai, japanese, and taiwanese bl have been doing for years now (and with plenty of flaws, too, Semantic Error and Unintentional Love Story are the only two I can think of that I enjoyed beginning to end without any really uncomfy moments) is, I'm sorry, just a little ridiculous. I think they still have ways to go before they're my go-to for bl.

[twst-drabbles]

I think why a good part of the fandom likes grim he's just as clueless as the reader. I don't think the game would have done into the hopelessness or helplessness of the reader. Being plucked from everything,not just family but what your familiar with.

"You don't know how lonely you are until you're with other people."

Just a little headcaon I have on why the reader doesn't talk about their home, Imagine having to explain a good bit about your country or home.

Especially if it's a concept just on earth.I would literally stop mentioning my home.

Grim is certainly just as clueless but Grim is, unfortunately, not someone you can call your equal.

(kinda got rambly here, enjoy!)

He's like a kid brother that you have to take care of, that you have to reign in when he becomes too reckless. I can see why people would love that about Grim, but half the time I find that people tend to ignore the responsibility that would come with Grim, cause the game does establish the fact that the main character and Grim are not equals, whether that's intentional or not. Sure, you're both in the same situation where you don't know what the shit is going on, but the game makes constant reminders that he's "your problem" to take care of. He runs off, you have to catch him. He makes trouble, you have to guide him. He can't pay attention, you have to make notes for him. Don't do any of that? Yeah, you're getting kicked out of NRC.

I'm taking this too seriously, I know, but these glaring burdens that are thrust upon the main character, I can't ignore it at all.

Again, not an equal. And, as someone who severely loves their alone time and doesn't want kids period, I cannot ever write the Reader as a smothering figure who has the patience to deal with his tantrums or bend over backwards just to keep him placated. Grim and the Reader have one thing in common and that's about it. If he wants to skip class, my prideful self would leave him there and go to class by myself.

All this? Tis potential to me. I would've loved to see this explored honestly. Would've loved to see the main character and Grim just, not getting along cause they both don't see each other as equals. But nope, the focus is on the boys, not Grim and the main character cause they're not as important.

But yeah, don't get me wrong, I don't hate Grim, I just don't like how a lot of the narrative and the fanfictions I occasionally go to coddle and coo over Grim like he's a baby, when we all know Grim would fucking bite you if he thinks you're looking down on him. To the flames you go! He's a fucking brat, but people just, kind of forget or downplay it cause he's cute? Oh well, all of you know I'm not going to do that.

And not talking about your home? Yeah that's actually a thing I do, mostly cause I can't see anything interesting that would be nice to talk about. My days are pretty boring all things considered, and the only things that stick to my head is my various amounts of trauma but you have to be close to me to find out about all those details.

Nobody asks about your home, so why bother mentioning it?

[haissitall]

thoughts about the giggle in no particular order because it's the episodes which im disappointed by that make me write about them

the ep felt very disjointed. various elements barely sewn together. something something toxic political internet culture and media driving people mad, also humanity is shit and rtd is somehow in his smug liberalism phase in 2k23, also the doctor needs to settle down and heal, and face his guilt over abandoning and/or being the cause for his companions' deaths. i guess. and here are creepy dolls which get defeated by just.. brute force (in an admittedly funny scene, but still)

so the first big element in this soup of ideas is the "people going mad corrupted by media" plotline. let's look at that shall we

why was the toymaker doing this? not just in-universe, but how is it his thing at all, like, conceptually? there was something said about how he "made everyone win" in the "game of the 21st century"... k'. it's just there because rtd wanted it there without much consideration about how it would fit the character.

the satellites mind-controlling people around the world is from the master's plan in season 3 finale, the archangel.

what was that weird story beat when kate was like "we can't shoot down the satellite because it belongs to another country and we have to ask permission :((" and the doctor was like "i permit it!" and she emphatically thanked him for that? like... thank god there is this higher power which can rule it necessary for the international organisation (from london tho) to do whatever it needs! to save the world of course

the commentary on ~society~ seemed trite, boring, cringy, patronising, heavy-handed and instantly dated.

so then there was the 1925 subplot. thematically sort of about how the uhh father abandoned his family (i think?), so that's sort of like the doctor abandoned his companions. realistically it's about the creepy dolls

"the doctor abandons his companions" and "the doctor gets his companions into danger so he should be sad about it" and "the doctor never settles down and it's his tragedy" im just tired of this. am i getting old lmao. idk i was nodding off during these dialogues. was there anything new to say here? on all these topics which have been talked about a lot? isn't all this just cheep "feels" and "depth" generator at this point

"am i just too old for this" was my general thought after watching the episode. i mean, i was enjoying the previous ones! i guess i wasn't too old for the star beast lol. i wasn't too old for being excited about the wonderful meep puppet! so this can't be it. but i just watched this scene of a craaazy villain doing his Iconic dance (Best Scene OMG So Camp!!1) and i was simply bored. i didn't even want to ship him with david tennant. am i the grinch?

am i too old for the mystery boxes. for "the one who waits" or whatever, and i think there were some other ohh mysterious things set up for the future. i mean we all know we're gonna be disappinted, right? we all know the it's gonna be crap? and i think moff has successfully put an end to "mysteries of the season" shtick with the hybrid arc. no more mysteries. no more season arcs with cryptic words. stop. staaahhp

im not even gonna talk about "handy 2.0, even more contrived this time". my brain just blanks. it doesn't want to take this information in and dedicate even a second to it. i'd rather think about the international law around unit and how it applies to the satellite situation

overall, i found this episode the weakest among the three specials. i ended the previous two feeling good, while this one left me disappointed. sadly, it's often the last impression which counts. while the previous two episodes had pulled me in, this one left me wondering again about whether the tennant regineration was a good idea in the first place. oh well. but im not losing my hopes for the next season yet!