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yume-no-ai · 2 years ago

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Elijah x Levania: Valentine’s Day

So today’s Valentine’s Day and everyone in the company gifting each other’s gifts, cards and even only a wish!

Everyone but the lady boss herself, Levania

She thinks Valentine’s is a waste of time and love should be show to only people they love and on everyday, not just on Valentine’s.

Or maybe French culture taught her that way…. Anyways, she has no interest in gifting nor accepting (the other workers were too scared to approach her too)

She won’t even accept when her two buddies, Erwina & Hange, gifted her a box of heart shaped chocolates. Her reason: “I don’t like sweets”.

While everybody were excited about gift exchange, Levania was in her office & indulging with her work.

Until she heard fangirl screams from outside of her office.

“What in the devil’s name is going on?! 👿”

Walking outside of her office to see what’s all the commotion about, her tracks stopped when she saw one of her internship dressed up in white suit, holding a flower basket but flowers AND chocolates in it with a genuine smile on his face.

Elijah Johnson.

Such a tall, dreamy guy that every lady wants their legs to be swept by him.

Not her tho. She finds him just like any other guy. Not interested

Elijah handed each and every employee in their department a flower of random choices and a small box of chocolate made by Elijah himself.

The girls would squeal in delight while the guy hesitant at first but accepted when they melt at Elijah’s bright smile.

“Oh, good morning, Ms. Ackerman!” Elijah greeted when he noticed her, slowly making his way. She didn’t know why her hands were sweaty, heart beating loudly but still able remain calm and stoic on the outside.

Everyone else rushing to their table when ladyboss appear.

Getting closer, she able to see the handsome face that every girl admires on. She realised she’s also wearing an elegant v neck dress in white. It’s like both of them planning to wear white on Valentine’s Day.

Levania mildly blush at the thought

“Happy Valentine’s Day, boss!” Elijah snapped her back to reality. He pulled out a chocolate and a flower, and hand towards her. “I made the chocolate myself. I hope it suits your taste”

‘He made the chocolate himself. Must be just right for my liking. Well then…I guess I can accept from him’

Before Levania able to reach, Erwina stepped in, “Save your breath, dear Elijah. Our ladyboss here refused everyone’s gifts, saying she’s not interested in Valentine’s”

THAT BITCH! SHE AND HER LOUD MOUTH!

“Yeah, Elijah! Better give boss’ chocolate and flower to a girl you really love and admire~~” added Hange, sighing to look like a truly disappointment.

Levania lost for words, unable to react nor answer with her two of her best friends’ statement. She swear to God she saw devil horn on both of their head and evil shit grin plastered on their face!

He looked at both of them before connecting his eyes onto Levania’s, whose face were mildly red and shocked. “I see… it’s okay then, Boss! I understand!” He gave an angelic smile before turn around to head back to his place.

Levania quickly grabbed his right white suit sleeve. Elijah stopped his track and turned to his lady boss again. “?? Hmm? Do you need something, Boss?”

Hange & Erwina were grinning and giggling 🙈

“I…I don’t mind…take your….gift” Levania said, furiously blushing on the inside.

Elijah, smiling, took out a box of chocolate and a flower from the basket and handing them gently onto his lady boss’s hand.

The flower Elijah handed to her was a rose.

He winked at her before walking back to his department while Levania hid her mild blush with the rose as if she’s sniffing it. She’s going to take her time to enjoy the homemade chocolate.

The rose then was placed in a tall slim crystal vase Levania had on her table.

Erwina and Hange kept teasing their ladyboss until they got kicked out from the office.

#levlyna #elyna johnson #elyna

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spoondrifts · 5 years ago

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long post ahead I'm sorry-

crack au where Jonah Magnus is a good guy but everything keeps going wrong and he spends all of his time running around trying to stop his employees from diving headfirst into their Fuck Up™ of the week

in this au Jonah is almost entirely incompetent but he's got the exasperated parent thing down enough to make up for his lack of braincells

he's also at least 7% dumber than he is in canon

s1 Jon: please call pest control there are so many worms

s1 Elias: I already did

Jon: and??

Elias: they ate them

Jon: the worms?

Elias: the pest control guys. the worms ate them

Elias spends the entirety of season 2 desperately trying to convince Jon that none of them killed Gertrude (in this au Gertrude just had a stroke or something in the tunnels). Elias stops Jon from destroying the table but a week later something heavy falls on it and the NotThem escapes anyway. Elias bashes in Leitner's head with a pipe after mistaking him for the monster and Jon gets framed.

now Elias has to convince this hunter that Jon is innocent while Jon runs around and harasses various fear avatars (who are all very amused with Elias' wayward Archivist). Jon assumes Elias knows nothing about all this bullshit because Elias is just his weird and uptight boss who accidentally killed someone, he can't possibly know that there are literally fear gods ruling over them

olive ⚰ has named the group 'Avatars ✨'

JMagnus 👀: Jude please don't hurt him. I'll explain everything when he gets back to the Institute.

🔥: too late

JMagnus 👀: What?

🔥: too late

🔥: burned him

[JMagnus 👀 is typing]

JMagnus 👀: Where is he now.

🔥: going to mike

JMagnus 👀: Mike Crew???

🔥: ya

Elias RACES to Mike's house but he. he fucking misses them. the Beholding helpfully tells him that they're all going back to the Institute so Basira and Daisy can interrogate him, which isn't ideal, he'd really like to not go to jail, so he drafts up an employment contract on the way back and barely manages to escape the whole thing with his life intact.

then he explains everything to Jon because if Jon is going to end up being the Archivist, being uninformed won't do. Jon becomes the Archivist completely on accident and Elias is desperately trying to make all of this work because, haha, the Unknowing is coming up, and Elias is not in the fucking mood to deal with clowns.

olive ⚰ has named the group 'all that is terror uwu'

spidey🕸: lmfaooo jonah how do you make an archivist on accident

JMagnus 👀: He stumbled into it. All I can do now is ensure he doesn't die.

JMagnus 👀: Or get further injured by the rest of you.

🔥: woops

🎭: hEy gUyS lOnG tiMe nO sEe

🎭: gEt iT eLiAs

🎭: sEe

JMagnus 👀: Beholding puns are not amusing from a manifestation of the Stranger.

🎭 has named the group 'eLiAs bE niCe tO niKoLa cHaLlEnGe'

🔥: haha

spidey🕸: I'm sure Nikola will be on her best behavior

🎭: yEaH i wOnT kiDnAp yOuR aRcHiViSt

[JMagnus 👀 is typing]

mike n ike: hey guys what'd I miss

🔥: arent you dead

mike n ike: yeh but I came back

JMagnus 👀: NIKOLA ORSINOV WHERE IS JONATHAN SIMS

🔥: can't you see haha

mike n ike: heh "see"

JMagnus 👀: NIKOLA

spidey🕸: wow he must be pissed

spidey🕸: he left out the punctuation

JMagnus 👀: I WILL BREAK ALL OF YOUR PLASTIC BONES WHERE'S MY ARCHIVIST

🎭 has left the chat.

JMagnus 👀: what the FUCK

since he's still a coward Elias sends Michael to go fetch Jon, only finding out after the fact that he very nearly almost signed Jon's death warrant. Elias is now speedrunning Jon's development because fuck the Unknowing is coming up really quickly and Tim is a self destructive mess and Melanie keeps trying to stab Elias and Martin is a pining idiot and goddammit he didn't sign up for this

Elias prepares Jon the best he can for the Unknowing, because even though he knows the ritual will fail, the Circus can still cause a considerable amount of damage and he needs them out of the way.

the Unknowing happens. Jon ends up in a wack ass coma, Tim is dead, Daisy's in the coffin, and Basira is starting to look like the better choice of Archivist because jesus christ Jon has no self preservation instinct. Elias doesn't get arrested this time around but his ex husband starts coming by the Institute and fucking with all his employees. and the Flesh is attacking. jesus. goddamn.

olive ⚰ has named the group 'bully elias'

JMagnus 👀: Why are you all so mean to me? I'm arguably the nicest one here.

🔥: ur joking right

Peter Lukas: you're not nice you didn't buy me an anniversary gift 😢😢😢

JMagnus 👀: I was busy.

Peter Lukas: doing what

JMagnus 👀: Stopping the Flesh from destroying my Institute. Besides, you didn't remember my birthday.

Peter Lukas: you're 200 years old how could I remember 😓

helen!!!!!: We All Know I'm The Nicest One Here!!

JMagnus 👀: How did you make your text that colorful?

helen!!!!!: IDK

JMagnus 👀: Liar.

helen!!!!!: That's Literally My Job

olive ⚰: hey eli your archivist just woke up I think

🔥: ew why

helen!!!!!: How Delightful!! Maybe I'll Throw Him A Glad You're Alive Party!!

olive ⚰: should we invite him to this chat since he's an avatar now

Peter Lukas: no 🙅 🚫❌

Peter Lukas: I hate archivists 😤😤

olive ⚰: still mad about gertrude huh

🔥: were all still mad about gertrude

🔥: but jons fine once you burn some manners into him

JMagnus 👀: Can you all please stop hurting Jon? Or talking about hurting him? I would like my Archivist to not acquire any more scars.

🔥: damn

Peter Lukas: damn 😔

Elias keeps trying to teach Jon how to pick certain victims to feed off of because personally he has no qualms about feeding from innocents but Jon!! actually trusts him!!! so Elias doesn't want to push Jon into making decisions that will offend his moral sensitivities.

things are actually going okay for a while. Elias starts going home at a reasonable time in the evenings and Jon is actually getting some sleep. and then-

Elias is having a nice dream about Peter trying to fish Simon Fairchild out of a sky filled with eyes when he abruptly sits up in bed, wide awake.

"Ah, fuck," he says to Peter, who is laying on the floor where it is Lonelier™. "Jon's doing something stupid. I Know it."

Peter's mumbled "isn't he always" goes unnoticed as Elias hurries to the Institute, where he finds a fucking rib on Jon's desk and the coffin in the middle of the room.

Peter Lukas has named the chat 'archivists ruin my sleep schedule and my sex life'

JMagnus 👀: What the fuck do I do?? I can't go into the Buried! Why is Jon so stupid? I didn't know he had zero braincells when I hired him!

🔥: ngl why havent you fired him yet

JMagnus 👀: Beholding won't let me. We're all bound to the Institute.

🔥: F

JMagnus 👀: Why are there no Buried avatars in here? Please someone help me.

mike n ike: lol the buried is gross why would anyone go down there

spidey🕸: does he have an anchor?

[JMagnus 👀 sent an image]

🔥: is that a fucking rib

spidey🕸: wow that's not a good anchor at all

spidey🕸: he needs someone he loves

JMagnus 👀: Thanks. Gtg.

spidey🕸: np

🔥: are we not going to talk about his rib

🔥: how the fuck did he get that out of his body

🔥: yall

🔥: YALL

it takes three days for Elias to find Martin.

"Please tell me why the fuck you're dabbling in the Lonely," Elias says as Martin steps sheepishly out of the fog.

"Ah. Well. Jon can't See into it very well and sometimes we like to spice up our se-"

"Stop before I have to gouge my eyes out again."

"A-Again-?"

Elias drags Martin back to the Institute. Martin starts setting tapes on the coffin because "Jon loves these" and Elias starts bashing his head into the wall.

Jon climbs out of the coffin with Daisy and Elias almost considers locking Jon in his office so the damn archivist can't do anything else ridiculous. instead, Elias very calmly takes Jon by the shoulders, and shakes him like a rag doll.

"Stop fucking with entities, you stupid, stupid man," Elias says, shaking Jon more viciously now.

after several hours of breathing exercises Elias returns to his house and doesn't take his Sight off of Jon for the rest of the night, which is a fun experience for Peter when he wakes up and finds Elias' bloodshot eyes staring directly at him in the morning.

JMagnus 👀 added Daisy to 'archivists ruin my sleep schedule and my sex life'

Peter Lukas has named the chat 'archivist hate club'

JMagnus 👀 has named the chat 'shut up peter'

Peter Lukas has named the chat 'you love jon more than me'

JMagnus 👀 has named the chat 'I don't love either of you I'm heartless'

Peter Lukas has named the chat 'I want a divorce'

spidey🕸: jeez take your marital dispute elsewhere

spidey🕸 has named the chat 'lonelyeyes dni'

Daisy: wtf is this

mike n ike: it's a chat for avatars

mike n ike: and ex avatars ig

Daisy: didn't I kill you

mike n ike: yea

JMagnus 👀: Hello, Daisy. Welcome to the group chat.

Daisy: why is Jon not in here

Peter Lukas: because I hate him 😁

spidey🕸: Elias talks mad shit in here and Jon would get offended

Daisy: if you talk bad about Jon I'll rip your throat out

Daisy: :)

JMagnus 👀: Noted.

mike n ike: he's kinda rude tho

Daisy: I've killed you once

Elias' only goal now is to keep Jon and his assistants from pulling any more wild stunts without his supervision. his renewed involvement with the archival staff results in a few things he'd hoped to avoid: drink invites, physical contact (Martin is surprisingly quick to start hugging Elias once he realizes Elias won't stop him), and- shudder -feelings. because Elias genuinely cares about his staff and doesn't want any harm to befall them. especially Jon. Jon is his Archivist, the only one to ever succeed like this, and Elias will be damned if he lets anything happen to him.

"Why do you care?" Jon asks, once, compulsion thrumming like static on his tongue. "About us, I mean. I would've assumed you'd want to perform the Beholding's ritual."

Jonah Magnus attempted the Watcher's Crown once, when he was young and new. he'd brought his patron close, but not all the way through, and the backlash of power killed all the inmates at Millbank and severely crippled Jonah's connection to the Eye for months afterward. he grew to assume that the Beholding simply preferred the world as it was--ripe with fear for watching. it didn't need a ritual.

he instead dedicated himself to growing stronger, cultivating his Institute of knowledge, his stronghold. if he tore out a few people's eyes when he got too old, then, well, collateral. but he doesn't want the world to end, and knows now that no ritual will ever succeed unless it brings in all the Powers at once. and he doesn't want that either.

it's concerning to him that Jon seems to be collecting marks regardless. the only ones he's missing are the Dark and the Lonely, and Elias is determined to keep it that way.

he explains all of this to Jon who, to his credit, takes it pretty well. Jon is fascinated with historic life and Elias spends some time simply recounting tales of his youth, when he still bore the name Magnus.

they bond. it's good.

and one day Basira does a little too much research and discovers the dark sun waiting in Ny Alesund. she insists they need to go and see what's left of the People's Church, they need to ensure everything is taken care of. Jon is rather insistent too. and Elias wouldn't have been inclined to let them go, except Peter was finally home after weeks at sea, and it wasn't like Jon was defenseless, he could call Elias if anything went wrong...

so, very reluctantly, Elias gives them the all clear. Basira, Jon, and Martin head north, and Elias almost forgets they've gone when he arrives home and Peter already has dinner prepared.

Jon comes back marked by the Dark.

Elias curses himself, over and over, for being foolish enough to let them go, for not keeping a closer eye on them. he knows the ritual won't work unless a certain incantation is spoken, so he'll just have to keep world-ending written chants away from Jon. easy. and it's not like Jon will even get marked by the Lonely. Peter wouldn't.

(but Martin doesn't have the same level of control, and sometimes...)

it's an accident. Martin and Jon are testing it, pushing the boundaries, when Martin pulls them both into the Lonely. Elias threatens divorce until Peter caves and fetches them, but it's too late. Jon has been marked by all fourteen Powers.

Elias tells him, and warns him to check everything he reads.

helen!!!!! has named the chat 'apocalypse babey'

JMagnus 👀: How are you doing that?

JMagnus 👀: And the apocalypse is not imminent. I have the situation under control.

olive ⚰: ha yeah

JMagnus 👀: What do you mean by that?

olive ⚰: nothing

JMagnus 👀: Well, now I certainly think it's something.

olive ⚰: it's just

olive ⚰: don't you think it's kinda weird that @spidey🕸 has been offline for so long

🔥: thats weird shes always online

JMagnus 👀: Oliver, what are you implying?

olive ⚰: idk

olive ⚰: just weird, that's all

🔥: never good when the spiders are quiet

olive ⚰: hear hear

Elias gets a sinking feeling in his stomach, and beside him, Peter looks alarmed. meanwhile, in his flat with Martin making tea in the other room, Jon has a statement clutched in his grasp.

Hello, Jon.

I would apologize for the deception, but I'm afraid that's quite what I'm good at. I'm not one to monologue, that's more Jonah's shtick, so shall we get on with things?

I admit I underestimated Jonah Magnus. He's still remarkably easy to manipulate, but when he abandoned the Watcher's Crown ritual I knew I would have to take a different approach. The Mother is not so satisfied with the world as she may have insinuated. It is our turn to rise, Jon.

At the age of eight, you were marked by us. We sent you to the Magnus Institute in the hopes that a new Archivist would rekindle Jonah's desire to end the world. Unfortunately, it seemed as though he grew fond of you, and so we brought in a new plan. We marked you. One fear at a time. Jonah gave an admirable attempt at protecting you, but ultimately, he is an incompetent old fool, and I am a Weaver. Even Jonah Magnus dances to invisible strings.

Everyone underestimates a spider until it bites. Poison is poison, Jon, regardless of the medium in which it is served.

You will be safe in this new world. Martin, too. Perhaps even Jonah and his Lukas, if the Mother deems them worthy.

Now, please repeat after me...

Jon reads the ink scratched words, eyes welling up with tears and hands trembling, as thunder crashes outside and a howling gale picks up beyond the windows. Martin is shouting something, there's the crawling press of Elias' gaze as it rests heavy behind Jon, a silent observer. He can feel Elias' soothing presence, cool and calm in the raging storm.

Elias is still watching out for him.

Strings are wrapped around his wrists, jerking his arms up in a poor mockery of religious regard, strange hysterical laughter clawing out from his throat.

Jon's tears run red. Somewhere, Elias is still watching.

The door opens.

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kouhaiofcolor · 3 years ago

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Advise plzzz: I just quit my retail job. The management is trash and talked to their employees any kind of way. They were also extremely racist bc any minority of color was apparently “stealing” from the store. They even accused me (a black women) of stealing $ from the register and the head manager said I was being “too vague” & “defensive” about the situation. One of my former coworkers said that the “employee who was being vague & defensive is the main suspect” from the managers.” They took me off the registers & claimed they never did to make me seem “crazy.” I got feed up and just left. Once they called they asked why, & as I was explaining myself, they hung up on me bc they claimed that I was talking to them “any kind of way.” They were try to fast talk me in the conversation & tried to make me seem like I was crazy, so my (black) mother took the phone & started talking to them. The claimed that she was yelling & started attacking them on phone. The gaslighted my mother & I to make it seem like “I was crazy.”

Did I do the right thing?

First off, i'm sorry you had to endure any of this while working period. How shitty this country is set up to where workers' mental health be so compromised having to work for greedy ass corporations & dangerously biased ass employers is the #1 reason i dont believe in just staying at a job if the environment is toxic; esp around racial issues or being underpaid for the work demand. these companies do not deserve loyal workers. least of all black ones. i'll leave a job in a heartbeat as soon as ive got something else for sure set & waiting for me. no two week's notice either cus i also condone making it just as hard for companies to replace workers as they do for ppl to get employed w/o kissing a ton of ass & sacrificing so much to do so.

The gaslighting you definitely experienced I apologize for as well. I see no valid reason for them to have been so short w you on the phone, either. For sure sounds like whoever called you, esp if it was a manager, was a bitch on average too to hang up on you like that. Unprofessional af lol. I don't wanna assume they were white but i wouldn't be surprised if they were. I hate giving advice that's ultimately unyielding (since i can't really tell you to like, not go back to work given that survival depends on that & all). All i can advise is that you look for another job as soon as possible -- but also take care of your mental health following this clear misogynoir both you & your mom were subjected to. I know black women never really get opportunities to recover from antiblack experiences like this in environments where professionalism calls for our silence & tolerance of misogynoir in our faces as well as behind our backs, & i'm sorry for the pressure that imposes on us too to just.... wordlessly absorb being dehumanized & move on like it doesn't even matter.

Maybe if you can tho, try & document this issue w the company's HR department. Give names specifically as to who handled you this way, even if it may feel redundant given that you've quit. Ppl ought to be held accountable for handling workers nasty period -- but i genuinely believe that applies tenfold for being racially discriminated against where you work. It takes time & energy & commitment to start over & find another job -- which employers don't give a fuck ab at all. they don't care if it interferes w how you're able to keep a roof over your head or pay bills on time; they don't give a shit if you're already socioeconomically disadvantaged & it's easily made that much harder for you to survive following circumstances like this.

You did nothing wrong. Fuck them ppl. Sincerely hope you find something better & they get the karma they deserve for treating you & your mother like that.

#anon #ask #misogynoir #antiblackness #workplace discrimination #protect black women #protect black girls #gaslighting #anti capitalism

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imaginethathaikyuu · 4 years ago

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How did I find your blog? I was looking for soft Kuroo content on google. And your soft birthday hc’s for him came up. And that’s also how I found tumblr

What was the first story of yours that I read? That Kuroo piece ^

Roughly, how long have I been following this blog? Well I found that piece shortly after it was posted so…. Around the beginning of December 2019 I think. Got a tumblr a few months later and you were the first person I followed (had you in my bookmarks bar before that! (still have you in my bookmarks bar and when I share my screen in classes there are occasionally questions. I ignore them))

What’s something I’ve noticed about you personality wise? You’re really clever and funny. But you’re also sweet. But because you’re clever you have no hesitation in setting up and enforcing your boundaries, and I really admire that strength and confidence.

Have we ever interacted, either by PM, ask, or in the comments? What was my perception of you? YES!!! PM, SOOOOO many asks, comments, and you sent me an ask. And reblogged it. And I cried. A lot. My perception: you’re lovely and I want to h*ld your h*nd ….please.

What’s my favorite story of yours? Oh how to choose. Firstly, I’m a nb, biracial, bisexual. Honey, I’ve never made a choice in my life. But let’s try here. Anything you’ve written for Tsukki. Literally all of it is gold. Fight me. I was going to write “especially [piece title]” but I LITERALLY CANNOT CHOOSE ONE. Your Bokuto nightmare piece. Your Kuroo angsty fight. Your Tendou dealing with S/O with parents who yell piece. Your Kinktobers. Your Futakuchi and Mattsun pieces. And your Terushima pieces. Ugh. I CANNOT CHOOSE. OH AND YOUR STREAMER KENMA!!!!!! OKay just… all of it. I can’t choose. I tried, and I failed, and I’m willing to admit failure.

What’s a story I’d love to see you write? I don’t want to say this… because it hurts me… but I just KNOW you’d write brilliant angst. Some of my fav pieces of yours are pained beginnings with happy endings. That fight with Tsukki after a bad day at work. The pieces I mentioned above (nightmare pieces and fighting pieces and angsty home life ha.. ha.ha.ha.). That Oikawa one where the reader wakes up in bed without him and thinks he left. You write these gorgeous atmospheres and descriptive, visceral feelings, and if you chose to use it for evil…. You could get evil shit done. You’re SO powerful. So I want to read it… but also…. I don’t. I’d love to see you write ABO like you mentioned a while back or just see you explore a cutesy soulmate AU or something. I think you’d be really good at writing an AU where you hear what the other person’s listening too. I feel like you’d be so good at making me feel something for someone who was in another city. (think this would be cute with Tsukki cos he’s headphones boy, OR terushima because I like the dynamic of someone flirty, who clearly cares about looks, falling for someone he can’t see) ANYWAY….

Favorite pairing you write for?/fav reader insert? Tsukishima x reader. It’s my fav self-ship. (but also Mattsun, Bokuto, Oikawa, Tanaka, and Akaashi because you write them SO WELL!!!!)

Have any of your stories helped me through a hard time? Of course. Your self-harm piece came at a time I needed it. Iwaizumi’s in particular saved my life. But also your Tendou dealing with S/O parents who fight… came right when I needed it. Also starting college… was hard.. And reading and rereading your fluff really pulled me through it.

Have any of your stories hit closer to home? YES (see above).

Do I genuinely like your blog, it’s aesthetic or posts? It’s overall feel? It’s content? Yes. The aesthetic is, ngl, a wee bit basic. But I kinda love that. And the feel? It feels like home. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Your blog is my safe space. So, yes, I love. It’s content? YES. OF COURSE. Your personality probably could have kept me here even if your content was kinda shit, but I follow you RELIGIOUSLY because of your content. So yes. I adore.

Is English my first language? Kinda??? I grew up in a trilingual household so I kinda learned three languages at the same time while growing up. But no, I don’t need to translate it in my head. Because English was one of the three.

Anything I want to share? Yes. Please keep being kind to yourself, caring for your mental health, enforcing your boundaries, loving Akaashi, and just generally being you. You’re so lovely as you are, and I hope you continue grow, but never change. Also I’m sorry about all your work stuff…. It literally makes me feel sick. And I hope you find a job where that’s not tolerated, or that your work finds a better way of protecting it’s employees. I know you know this, but none of it is your fault. I just hope things improve. AND I love you… a lot. And I’m so proud of you hitting 9K and you deserve so many more followers because your pieces are just... GORGEOUS. I can’t wait until I’m at Barnes and Noble in a few years and I can pick up a hardback copy of your debut novel. I’m so excited to say “I knew Em Akaashi (which is your legal name as far as I’m concerned) before she was so popular among the masses.”

so ive been trying to figure out the correct and worthy way to reply to this ask since the moment i got it......because its so fucking sweet and kind and amazing and pure and perfect and i just dont know how to use WORDS to explain the way it makes me feel so.......i will just reply in bullet points in regards to every question u answered to make it a lil easier :D

- the fact that u found my blog on google ....... like this may be odd and a very specific thing but before i made this blog i always hoped that 1 day my fanfic would pop up in google searches bc thats ALWAYS how i found fics when i was reading them religiously and i felt so much ENVY!!!!! LIKE I WANTED TO BE THERE I WANTED MY FICS TO B POPULAR ENOUGH TO POP UP ON GOOGLE.....that may sound very selfish but its true......so thats just very cool to me... :]

- u’ve been here for so long omg 🥺🥺🥺🥺 if anyone in ur classes ever asks jus promo my blog like its nbd

- thats so sweet what 🥺🥺🥺 i try my best to advocate for myself and be confident for myself.....ive spent far too much of my time being silently uncomfortable because i was afraid of pushing someone’s buttons seeming rude.....but NO MORE!!!! i know what upsets me, i know my triggers, i know what i dislike experiencing, and im never gonna let myself be anxious or uncomfortable for someone else’s sake, esp if theyre being rude 2 me. i would say its less strength and confidence and moreso me attempting to take control of my anxiety in the places i can (aka on the Internet) bc i am SICK OF ANXIETY ATTACKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- BBY no dont CRY!!!! im racking my brain trying to think of who u are i wanna know so bad so i can thank u personally for being the kindest person in the world n so i can send u more asks >:(........MY HAND IS URS TO HOLD!!!!! dont tell akaashi tho

- OMG my TSUKKI pieces.....hes so hard to write why ;-; thank u so much im so glad u enjoy my works<3333

- NOT ANGST NOT LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!! pained beginnings to happy endings are my specialty.....IMAGINE me writing a sad ending like i CANT!!!!!!!!! ive only done it a few times and it is so Difficult.....YALL ARE SO LUCKY IM NOT EVIL!!!!!! ive had this idea for an angsty akaashi fic that i think about and write in my head every night before falling asleep and it Hurts and i wanna write it but i also can’t make myself :D ABO would be very fun but i genuinely do not know how to explore the concept while making it feel like it’s Written By Me.....u know what i mean? same with soulmate aus, i really dislike writing them because theyre just boring to me like they all feel the same everything’s been done for them.....which is FINE!!! but i write enough cliche stuff as it is HAHA, a long distance type soulmate au could be fun and interesting but ldr’s trigger me bc of a past relationship so </3 but hey maybe someone else could use the idea!!!!!

- gotta love tsukishima <3

- im rlly glad my writing could be there for you friend, one of the biggest reasons i write fanfic (and write the kind of fics i write) is bc i know firsthand how much reading sweet stories abt ur comfort characters can help u through the shittiest times - i just wanna offer ppl some support and happy feelings and love cuz sometimes fanfic is the only time we can find those things (and theres nothing shameful abt that either if anyone bullies u for reading fanfic i will fight them)

- I KNOW MY LAYOUT IS LAZY AND BASIC AS FUCK AND THAT IS BECAUSE I DO NOT GIVE A SHIT LMAOOOO so im glad u think its ok...... like i dont have the patience to create a fancy ass layout that actually works are u KIDDING ME??????? I COULD LITERALLY NEVER plus i kinda like that its just the basic kinda ugly boring default layout like it makes it simple and easy and i feel like it brings focus to the only thing on this blog that i care about which is my writing, i rlly only care about the content here and not aesthetics jdbljdabsdk that blue background will be there til i Die......i adore u more btw

- WHOA trilingual what the hell ur so cool tell me more

- you have my word, friend, that i will continue to do all of that so long as you do the same. take care of yourself, be kind to yourself - i know u can do it, ur so kind to others and u deserve to be kind to urself, too so this is the part that genuinely brought me to tears because *sappy dumb shit ahead* ok look ever since i can remember the one and only thing ive wanted to do with my life is become an author ...... dreams of book covers with my name written on them and words in pages written by me and fanart of my characters and going into my local bookstore n seeing my book there....these thoughts all haunt my fucking brain because i want it SO BAD!!!!!!!! so bad that it makes me CRY!!!!!!!! ive never wanted something more and just!!!!!!!!!!!! idk how much u meant that part but holy fuck!!!!!! i hope so bad that one day i can send u a free copy of my book as a thank u for being the person u are. u have all my love friend, every last bit of it <333333333

#ily<3 #long post

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mcnuggyy · 4 years ago

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last anon again, if you have the energy i was wondering how you think some of these issues could have been avoided? do you think just posting/asking questions on social media beforehand to get fan feedback could've solved it? i'd fear that white fans might drown out the conversation. i'd like to be a content creator and i'd like to avoid doing white lib shit.

Heya anon! Well there’s many ways that content creators can avoid problems like these, and of course it also depends on your platform, how big it is, your resources, media presence, etc etc. And you might find that some of these don’t work at all for you but work for others! But here’s some of the concepts me and my own friends have talked about on how to be good allies as content creators.

1) This one is the first and most important in my opinion but, have non-white friends!!!!! This shaped a big part of my life and the way I tell stories and design characters and overall how i interact with the world around me. It kind of helps that I grew up in a poor mexican household and the schools I went to weren’t “technically” the richest, but they were still fantastic schools with a wideee variety of students. I loved my high school for its diversity, and all the friends i made there still inspire some of my character designs today! Every chance I get I make a Filipino char design as a shoutout to my old best friend, all the sweet nerdy black friends I had, all my funny latino friends, my pakistani friend, etc. etc. ((but what’s also important is that you’re not just friends because of these factors, genuinely get to know them and love them, have non-white friends, and LOVE them!!!!)) You’ll be introduced to new culture, music, ideas, etc! AND you’ll have a new friend <3 so if you notice that all your current friends are really only white, think about who it is you’re talking to and WHY is it the case? Is it simply a coincidence, or is something holding you back? etc. etc.

2) This is a bit easier if you have a smaller following like I do, but engage with your supporters!! and not just your white supporters!! This is a good time to see okay, what does my fan base look like? Am I alienating certain people? How come? What are the people I attract like, and are they the kind of people I imagined as my audience? etc. etc.

3) Which brings me to 3. If you do have a bigger audience, It might not be easy to screen this but maybe it’s worth a try to do polling or surveys? Like “Hey, we would love to hear feedback on x,y,z, from our Filipino and Filipino-American supporters! etc. etc.” This could be complicating because ya know the internet, but I think it’s worth a shot! And if not well...

4) If you’re big enough, well now it’s time to start HIRING artists, writers, and creatives of color. In the industry this can change everything. And make sure you don’t just have a token employee, hire a variety of folks and let them take charge and offer up ideas etc! Like for the GN for example, (I think it’s called sensitivity testing or something like that??) why not hire a few POC to read ur comic, look at the art work,, even better if it’s people who have listened to the podcast, but certainly not required! And you can have different folks check in along the whole comic process!! It would be a lot of work and time but guess what, If you really believe in making work that is truly inclusive, well it’s time to start listening to what POC have to say!

5) Listen to feedback from fans of color!!!! I’ve heard some unfortunate things with Travis blocking people who bring up certain issues on his twitter and that is... not great. When this happens to me (tho again I am a much smaller creator) I take the time to dm these people, talk with them, discuss. And often we both come out of it with a new understanding and appreciation <3 Like if you take the time to seriously listen to fans of color and hear them out well? good things happen!!! Don’t let your fear of offending others, or “starting drama” keep you from taking the opportunity to learn and grow from your mistakes. Privileges exist, I certainly have them as a white passing mestizo, so it’s always important to acknowledge them and use them to help out others!! The McElroys have the opportunity to not only educate themselves but their white listeners, and for the most part they’ve done that okay!! (especially Sydnee with her BLM discussions on Sawbones) But they are in no way perfect. And I think they still have a lot of listening to do.

But yeah!! I hope this helps a bit!! I’m sure there’s more ways but again, I think the most important and impactful thing is having friends from a variety of cultures and backgrounds! If all your friends are like... super rich, 98% white, and famous people... well that’s going to affect the way you think about certain groups... You’ll get stuck in an unavoidable circle jerk and well... ya know what happens next...

#replies #callate guero #hope this helps aaa #sorry it got kinda long lmaoo #Anonymous

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bilbos · 6 years ago

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Date Night || Tyson Barrie

requested: yes || no

word count: 3.1k

warnings: none

author’s note: this was written for @thepensieve as part of my blog awards <3 this got a little bit out of hand from the original request, but uhhh here we are!!

You aren’t even sure why you agreed to go your work’s Christmas dinner. It’s not that you don’t love your coworkers, but it’s the fact that it’s a formal dinner. You can’t even remember the last time you owned formal wear, much less wearing it. So, that’s how you’ve ended up in the shops two weeks before the dinner struggling to find something that fits you and you actually like.

Shopping while also being plus-sized is already hard enough when looking for everyday clothes, but now you’ve been walking around the same store for what feels like days trying to find something that you can wear. While there are some dresses that you think could work, you just aren’t feeling them. None of them feel like you, if you’re being honest.

As you do one last go around to make sure there isn’t anything that could be worth it and end the misery of shopping, someone stands in front of you. When you look up, you see a guy about your age, smiling more than he had the right to.

“Do you need any help?” he asks.

“Um…I think I’ve had a good enough look around to know that nothing here is going to work,” you answer, as politely as you could.

“Have you been looking at the dresses and tuxes?”

“Tuxes?” you reply, confused. “I...don’t think I could wear a tux.”

“And I say you can. Just let me help you a little bit,” he says, insistent. “I’m Tyson, by the way.”

“I’m y/n,” you reply, still pretty dubious about the whole thing.

Sure, girls could rock tuxes, but you’ve never seen a plus-sized girl rock a tux before. Tyson can still tell you’re not totally convinced, so he proceeds to drag you over to where all of the dress pants and shirts are. He seems determined enough to help you (and cute enough) that you decide to give him a little bit of time before telling Tyson that it’s going to be a hopeless case.

“So, what’s the occasion exactly?” he inquires.

“It’s a Christmas dinner for work. Not that excited for it, but I’ve been avoiding my coworkers outside of work long enough.”

“Well, I’ll make sure to find something extra impressive then.”

You snort. “Good luck with that, Tyson. I’ve been searching for a couple hours now and nothing seems quite right.”

“Sometimes you just need another set of eyes. I haven’t failed someone yet, so just trust me, okay?”

There’s just something about Tyson that seems so genuine that you nod. “Fine, okay. Find me something magical.”

He beams and starts looking around. “Wait, what are your sizes?”

You blush. The thought of sharing your sizes didn’t even cross your mind. “Oh. Um. Right.”

You tell him your sizes, trying not to curl up into yourself when you rattle them off. He doesn’t even seem fazed, but you’ve been hurt enough to not take that worth a grain of salt.

Tyson nods. “Okay, I’ll make sure to do you good. Just wait here. Or in the waiting area by the changing room?”

“I’ll go wait over there.”

You walk over and sit down. Of course he would need to know your sizes. Sharing your clothing sizes with a complete stranger is never a fun experience and it’s exactly why you’ve avoided going to places to get fitted. Obviously, there’s supposed to be no judgement, but you can just feel it whenever you have gone in.

About fifteen minutes later, Tyson comes walking over with a pile of clothes and a large smile. There’s a bunch of different styles that make you hesitate, but if you’ve learned anything, it’s to not say no and just go with the flow of things. The worst thing that could happen would be that you don’t like it. Besides, it’s not like you would ever have to see Tyson again if this goes horribly.

“So, this is what I found and would look really great on you,” Tyson explains. “But show me each outfit, okay?”

“Uh, do I have to?”

“Yes, I didn’t pick all these out to not hype you up.”

“I think we’re getting too excited here. No reason to hype up if it doesn’t look good.”

“Okay, but I doubt anything won’t look good on you.”

You roll your eyes and take the clothes from Tyson. Quickly, you decide to get the suits that you know you won’t like out of the way. There’s a pretty colorful statement suit that Tyson picked out. While you do enjoy color, the combination doesn’t really fit you. When you walk out to show Tyson, he can see your hesitance.

“Not your style?” he asks.

“Not really. These just…aren’t my favorite colors. Could I just try on the ones that I know I’ll like?”

“Of course! No need to try on something that you know you won’t like.”

You nod and look through the suits again. There’s a floral suit that isn’t too overwhelming. The print isn’t too bold, but it’s enough to be considered a more fun style. Sighing, you change into it. When you look at yourself, you realize you don’t completely hate it. You could try and make this work.

As you walk out, Tyson beams at you. “You look amazing in that.”

You blush. “Uh, thanks. I think this one might be the one, to be honest. I also don’t want to hang out here any longer, if I’m being honest.”

“Well, our exchange policy is fairly lenient in case you change your mind. Go ahead and change and I’ll bring you to the front to check out.”

You nod and change back into your normal clothes. As you walk to the front with Tyson, he doesn’t immediately jump behind the counter like you thought he would. He catches your questioning look.

“I, uh, haven’t been trained on the register yet, but another one of my coworkers will be up here soon.”

Another guy walks up only a few seconds later and rings up your suit. He doesn’t talk much, but he keeps giving Tyson weird looks. Maybe it was some weird competition thing going on or something, but you let it slide.

“Alright, would you like a bag with that, miss?” he asks.

“No thanks. Have a good day!”

You nod to Tyson as you walk out, wondering what just happened.

~ ~ ~

“Tyson, what the hell was that?” Nate exclaims.

“Well, she looked like she needed help and nobody else was around. And she was really cute,” Tyson explains.

Nate sighs. “Did you at least get her number?”

There’s a small pause.

“No,” Tyson whispers.

“Oh my god, Tyson. You’re literally the worst.”

Tyson shrugs. “Maybe she’ll come back?”

“Let’s hope so, for your sake.”

~ ~ ~

The dinner went about as well as you were expecting it to. There was more socializing than you wanted and the food was amazing. Honestly, the most unexpected part of it was how many people complimented you on your suit. Considering how well Tyson had done, you decided to pop in and see if he’s working today.

When you walk in, you see the person who rang up your items. Maybe he knows if Tyson is in today. As you walk up to him, his eyes widen a little bit.

“Are you looking for Tyson?” he asks.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” you reply. “Is he in today? I just wanted to tell him thank you.”

“Well, he isn’t in at the moment, but I can give you his phone number. So, you can tell him personally.”

“You don’t have to do that. Maybe you can just pass on the message?”

“Trust me, he would really appreciate hearing it from you personally. Just take his number and let him know that Nate gave you his number.”

You frown for a moment. “Fine. But he better not be creepy about it.”

“If he gets creepy about it, you have my full permission to punch him in the face.”

“I’ll hold you to that, Nate.”

He laughs a little before telling you Tyson’s number. You don’t even think about texting him until you get back home. This isn’t what you were expecting at all, but it couldn’t be the worst thing that’s happened. Besides, Nate said that you could punch Tyson if things got weird.

Hey, Nate gave me your number so I could say thanks! I really appreciate your help and pushing me out of my comfort zone. The suit got a lot of compliments as well :)

He doesn’t reply right away, so you continue about your day, trying to get some small tasks done that have been piling up recently. It’s a few hours later when you end up checking your phone again, and Tyson has replied.

I’m glad you liked it :))) sorry I was able to catch you in the store tho

No worries!! what hours do you work?? just in case I wanna get styled again

uh, so. funny story. I don’t technically work there? but like I hang out there with Nate all the time so I know the store kind of well?

???? uh ???

This is so weird

I’m sorry

god you’re probably so fucking creeped out

I just hang out there all the time and when I saw you, I wanted to talk to you

like you’re so pretty and I just wanted to help you

I’ll just leave you alone now

You feel bad not replying, but you’re honestly just confused and a little bit mad right now. Deep down, you know that Tyson really doesn’t have any bad intentions, but you’re still not sure why he didn’t say anything right off the bat. Like, you might have been confused at first, but you wouldn’t have reacted negatively.

Eventually, you text him letting him know that and that you’re going to be busy for the rest of the night (even though you’re not), just so that you have time to think things over. Thinking things over also includes calling one of your best friends, Hannah.

“He what?” Hannah exclaims, after you explain the situation. “That’s so wild. And kind of weird. Like who hangs out in a department store to know it just like an employee?”

“How am I supposed to know?” you reply.

“Is he cute at least?”

“God, he is so fucking cute,” you sigh. “Like unfairly cute and I really hate it.”

“I mean…I don’t think he would be opposed to you maybe…asking him out.”

“How about I don’t do that?”

“Oh, please, like you would be opposed to it. Besides, he seems nice enough and he’s cute. I know you don’t always feel the most comfortable putting yourself out there and this seems like a good situation to be in.”

“I know, I guess I just feel kind of weird about it. The whole thing is kind of weird if I’m being completely honest,” you reply.

“Maybe it doesn’t have to be a date. The two of you can just hang out and get a better feel for each other. Over dinner or something,” Hannah suggests.

“That sounds like a date,” you comment, laughing a little.

“Not if there isn’t any romantic intention behind it. So, if you think it sounds like a date, then I’m guessing you want it to be a date.”

“You’re literally the worst, Hannah.”

“I won’t be the worst if this works out and I’m calling dibs on being your Maid of Honor at the wedding.”

“Seriously?” you exclaim.

She just laughs. “Just let yourself think about it, but don’t leave the boy hanging too long, okay?”

“I guess it wouldn’t be a hardship.”

After you hang up with Hannah, you genuinely think about it. You don’t know much about Tyson, but having an extremely cute guy seemingly not care that much about your size was more than encouraging. Having that be out of the way…well, it wouldn’t hurt. But you want to ask him in person to get a better feel for the situation. Hell, you’ve only met Tyson once, so another excuse to hang out would be nice.

Sorry for ignoring you. I just had to process it, I guess. Kind of a weird situation tbh, you text.

Tyson replies almost right away. No, I get it. It is weird.

I was wondering if maybe you would want to get coffee sometime? If that’s not weird?

You stole my line :(

lol I’m sorry

but seriously

you wanna get coffee sometime?

yeah!! I know this really great café that’s close by

when are you free?

I mean any time this weekend really. or any time leading up to the holidays lol

Not visiting family?

Nah, too expensive

Understandable

But this weekend should be good!!

Can we meet Saturday some time? Maybe like 2pm?

Okay! I’ll text you the address

~ ~ ~

Saturday finally rolls around and you’re freaking out. You’ve called Hannah to try and figure out what you want to wear.

“It’s just a café, right? Just go with your nice jeans that make your butt look good and one of your sweaters. Granted, you’re going to be stuck with ugly winter boots no matter what, might as well look cute where you can,” Hannah says. “And you got some new makeup, right? Have some fun with that, too.”

“I guess,” you reply, forlornly. “I feel like I’m just overthinking this.”

“Babe, you have to remember that he helped you when he clearly didn’t have to. And he did fucking amazing, if I say so myself. Plus, it’s just super casual today. If you want to leave, you can at any point.”

“You’re right,” you whisper. “God, I should probably go, I have to meet him in like 30 minutes.”

“It’s not going to take you 30 minutes to get there.”

“You know I can’t be late, Hannah.”

Hannah just laughs. “Yeah, I know. Go get your boy.”

You hang up and grab your purse, mentally making sure that you have anything. When you get out of your apartment, you decide to drive, as the roads don’t seem to bad today. Like Hannah said, it definitely didn’t take you thirty minutes to get to the café, but you can’t help but to be way too early to things.

Apparently, Tyson seems to be in the same boat as you, as he’s already grabbed the two of you a table. He smiles brightly when he sees you walk in and walks over to you.

“Hey, y/n, I’m glad you made it!” Tyson greets, happily.

“I’m not a person to bail out on plans they made,” you reply, smiling brightly at his enthusiasm.

“I haven’t ordered yet, so uh,” Tyson replies, slightly hesitant.

You nod and walk over to line with him. The two of you are silent, but he stands close to you. Tyson insists on paying for your coffee and you let him, without much of a fight. When the two of you sit back down with your coffee, you can tell that he seems hesitant.

“You okay, Tyson?” you ask.

“Um, yeah, I guess I was just kind of nervous for today.”

You raise an eyebrow. “For real?”

“Yeah, I just realize what I did was kind of weird and I honestly feel so bad about it,” Tyson explains.

“Okay, I have to admit that it’s was kind of weird, but it’s less weird since you and Nate seem to be good friends? But you did a really good job and I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve helped other people like this.”

“Oh, uh, you were the first person that I did this for? And I just thought that you were really pretty and I wasn’t sure how else to talk to you,” Tyson says, blushing a little.

“You know, you could have just come up and talked to me. That would have worked, too.”

Tyson sighs. “God, this is so fucking weird and I’m sorry.”

“Tyson, you can stop apologizing. It’s okay and I think we’re on a pretty decent date right now.”

You immediately blush when you realized what you said.

“You stole my line again,” Tyson pouts.

“I’m sorry, but also you should probably use your lines sooner if you don’t want me to steal them,” you laugh.

He smiles brightly again. “So, tell me more about your dinner.”

~ ~ ~

You and Tyson settle into a relationship fairly easy. The two of you bring out the best in each other. Granted, it’s not always the easiest dating a professional hockey player, but Tyson does the best he can to make up for the time he’s gone.

It’s after he’s been on a week-long road trip when he decides that he wants to take you out on a nice date. He insists on having you wear the tux that he picked out for you months ago now. The place he takes you is nice, but not nice enough to make you feel out of place.

“Tonight was wonderful,” you whisper.

He smiles. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Come back to mine?”

“Yeah, I think I can do that,” you reply.

The second you get back to his apartment, you change into sweats and an old t-shirt. Lord knows you don’t want to hang out in it any longer than you have to. It’s comfy for formal wear, but it’s still formal wear.

Tyson settles into the couch, also having changed. He flips on the TV to some random channel and pulls you in close to him. You cuddle up close, enjoying his warmth and the closeness. Not too much time passes before Tyson kisses you softly on your neck. You know him well enough to know that tonight won’t go beyond trading kisses, but it’s still nice.

You turn your head and kiss him back just as softly. Tyson smiles into the kiss and pulls you closer. The two of you sit like that for the rest of the night until you yawn into one of the kisses.

“I think it’s time for bed,” he mumbles. “Can you stay here tonight?”

“Yeah, I can stay here tonight.”

He practically drags you to bed and drags you in to cuddle with you. You know that he loves to cuddle with you any chance that he gets, so you let him pull you in close. Nights like tonight, you know how lucky you are to have found someone like Tyson. Falling asleep that night was one of the easiest things that you’ve ever done.

#tyson barrie #Colorado Avalanche #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #hockeynetwork #mine

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trollhunter-nomura · 6 years ago

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Ch 4 conflicting interests

As exciting as the previous night was, Nomura was hoping for a little bit of normalcy during the day, and aside from the class field trip that had come, and Strickler being ever bored, which considering he taught history in school, it was ironic that a history museum would bore him. Things were uneventful, tho one teenager was trying to find nude neanderthals or something for some reason. She never really liked teenagers, they were rather obnoxious.

Later that evening however was when things got interesting.

She sat in the employee lunchroom of the museum, enjoying a nice cup of oolong tea. Tho Blinky had given her some tea last night in Trollmarket, she much preferred her own blend. She read over some shopping invoices for incoming packages to the museum. Some were for new exhibits, and some were coded. Those were pieces of the bridge to be added when other fragments arrived.

"So, did you hear about the new trollhunter?" A voice asked, entering the room.

Nomura turned her head to the door to see a tall lanky middle-aged man. Strickler, or Stricklander as his real name was, was another shapeshift. He always wore a hideous olive green jacket over turtleneck sweaters. Even in the summer.

"What about it?" She asked, looking back to her paperwork she was sorting.

"According to Bular, the trollhunter is human. Or appears to be."

Nomura let out a chuckle. "What do you mean 'appears to be'?"

"I'm not sure, but according to Bular, the human seemed to have unusual abilities." He poured himself a cup of tea, then promptly spit it out. She smiled. Her tea was of an unusual blend, and can be rather strong if you weren't used to it like she was.

"How so?" She asked, leaning back in her chair, taking a sip of the tea.

"I'm not too sure." Strickler sat down at the table. "I wasn't there, but according to Bular, she seemed to managed to jump over his head. And as far as I'm aware, no human should be able to jump almost ten feet in the air."

"Really?" She asked, pretending to be impressed. "Where is the brute anyways?"

"Hunting." Strickler answered, rolled his eyes.

"What?" That was not good news.

"Yes, I know." Strickler continued,noting the look of apall on her face. "But he barely listens to reason. I managed to convince him to go elsewhere lest we be found out by authorities."

She nodded, pondering. She looked at the papers in front. Tho many were for bridge pieces, one in particular was something she'd been waiting for. She wondered when she would bring it to Bular's attention.

"If I didn't know any better, I would think this human trollhunter was actually a changeling." Strickler's voice brought her from her thoughts.

She gave a rather smug smile. "If the trollhunter were a changeling, you would think they'd value their live's enough to come forward immediatly with the amulet, wouldn't they?"

Strickler seemed to be trying to read her reactions. He may be older than she was, but she'd had better practice at subterfuge. He usually allowed his Humanity to get the best of him. She hated her humanity.

"You would think that. Regardless, a human or a changeling trollhunter is not the norm. If it is a changeling, they probably wouldn't last as long as most of the previous trollhunters."

Nomura looked over. "Indeed. Bular would certainly make quick work of them, human or changeling."

Nearby a clock started chiming. It was midnight.

"Well, if Bular isn't coming tonight, I need to go and sort the incoming packages. Don't you have a history class to bore tomorrow?"

Strickler scowled at her remark, but left either way. Once she was certain he was gone, she went to the safe in her office to retrieve her purse. Checking to see that the amulet and horngozzle were still there, she headed off to Trollmarket.

....

Over the next few weeks she got into a bit of routine of her trollhunter duties. While she couldn't really "answer the call" while she was running the museum, she managed to slip those between lunch and dinner and dodging Bular. Alot of the things she was asked to do were rather inane, such as clearing out a couple gnome infestations. She knew not to touch their hats, but even so all she wanted to do was punt the whole lot and their constant bickering.

Tho one request she got was really curious, from a troll named Bagdwella. She asked Nomura if she could deliver an ornate box to her sister who lived in a sewer on the other side of town, and to be very careful that only her sister can open it. Nomura looked over the box. She still had difficulty reading trollish. But she could make out some of the characters. She looked at the robust troll.

"This doesn't contain a curse, does it?" She asked wryly.

Bagdwella looked offended at the accusation. She demanded for Nomura to return it. Nomura shook her head. She didn't know the extent of the curse, but judging from the carvings it may have had to do with gravity.

"I'm sorry, but as the trollhunter, I can't on good conscience let you have this back. Whatever issue you have with your sister I'm sure it could be resolved more civil than a silly curse."

Bagdwella huffed and stormed off back to her stall. Nomira looked over the box knowing exactly what to do with it. A sensible trollhunter would lock it away in the vault. She had a better idea. She would send it to a changeling named Gladysgoro. She worked as a dental assistant and loved to torture children for fun behind the orthodontist back. She may not have liked children too much, but some things can go to far.

...

After dealing with the box she went towards the forge where she could train. Tho she felt she could hardly call it training. She wondered if Blinky was taking things slow and easy because she was a "human woman." Because lately the only thing that excited her from training was when Blinky taught her the lore. As a historian she loved learning new things.

"Blinky is there anything else that this place has to offer, I feel as if there's more to this trollhunter training." She asked, hooking her sword to her hip.

"Well Master Nomura, I don't want to overtax you."

She rolled her eyes. "Come now, I may be human, but I believe I can take much more than what your having this place dish out."

A voice laughed from the stands. Ever since their little duel, Draal has made it a point to sit in on every one of her training sessions. You'd think he didn't trust her! She got an idea.

"You think you could train me better, tough guy?" She called up to him.

"Master Nomura, perhaps it would be best that you don't antagonize him?" Blinky said, nervousness tinging his voice.

She gave the four armed troll a warm smile. "I'm sure Draal is more barl than bite."

At her remark Draal jumped from the high stand, landing a few feet from them. He walked over to them, leaning on a fist to look over her.

"If I were to train you, I would work you within an inch of your life." He growled.

Nomura smiled at him. "Well, I'm always up for more excitement. I figure you can do my physical training here, and Blinky, I'll still come by your library for the literary learning"

Blinky looked between Draal and Nomira unsure what to say, but smiled at her request he still teach her in ways he knew. He nodded.

"Very well then. As you wish, Master Nomura . I will leave you to Draal." He walked out, ARRRGGGH following.

Once they were out of earshot, Draal stomped close to her.

"What game are you playing now, Trollhunter?" He nearly spat the last word. He put as much contempt in that title than he normally would in using the word 'impure.'

"I'm not playing any games here. I want a more effective training." She smiled at him innocently.

"I don't buy that. I don't know how long you plan on stretching this scheme of yours, whatever it is. But know this: I will not let history repeat itself."

"What do you mean by that?" She asked, genuinely confused.

"Merlin's made mistakes in the past. One mistake nearly led to the destruction of troll Market. If it came to it, I WILL kill you. Even if it meant forfeiting any chance of obtaining The Amulet. I will NOT let Blinky go through that again."

She shook her head. "Draal your not making any sense."

He sneered at her ignorance.

"Why don't you just look up Tellad-Urr the Terrible." He stormed out After that, leaving her ever Clueless.

She looked around the heroes Forge, trying to pick out this terrible troll that Draal was talking about. The name seemed vaguely familiar, but she couldn't think of why. Until she saw him. she recognized the form of the supposed evil troll, but she didn't know enough of the story. She was going to need to do some research.

......

For those who do not know who Tellad-Urr is, he is a troll hunter from the tie-in book series. He was in "Age of the amulet" and essentially helped gunmar rise to power. He imprisoned any trolls who refused to subjugate humankind. Blinky was a very young troll in this book, so it was well before Draal's time. But he knows well enough about the events. I hadn't planned on mentioning anything from the books, and this might be the only time.

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this bryan singer exposé (i mean, it’s not really an “exposé” since it’s been pretty well documented over the past several years that singer is a man who is not to be trusted…) has me reflecting a lot on my own experiences working in the industry…

(mind you: i’ve never experienced anything quite as dehumanizing or as abusive or as painful as the dozens of brave survivors of genuine abuse who have spoken out recently both publicly and privately. however, these stories are definitely and scarily recognizable, so please know i am in full support of every silence breaker.)

i’ve been a PA on a network television show for about 15 months now, and while (thankfully?) the vast majority of my stress and occasional unhappiness has been totally “work” related, thanks to all the typical bullshit most people experience when they begin working full-time in entry level positions (constantly feeling undervalued, feeling pressured to enable and excuse terrible behavior simply because you’re “supposed” to, having to almost daily hear people tell you how “wrong” you are and point out the most minute of “mistakes” you make solely to make themselves feel better), i am very familiar with the type of behavior several victims are finally beginning to feel comfortable talking about publicly.

i’m a gay 23 year old person (22 when i began working full time), who only began feeling comfortable being “out” once i finally graduated from school and began working in the industry, finally feeling like a “real adult.” i’m apparently very young looking, which people, particularly older (gay) men, LOVE to point out… which makes me uncomfortable (tho, thankfully, i wouldn’t say any of them have “crossed the line”). the industry is clearly “open” when is comes to anything sex related, which, to be frank, was sort of exciting in the beginning because it was the first time i felt comfortable, “safe” being an openly gay person and talking about sex and men in any type of romantic or sexual way. that being said, i definitely see older man pry on younger employees, particularly young women. i selfishly and loathly recognize the juvenile positive response to having a more “important” person show interest in you, so i clearly understand why people put up with such inappropriateness.

i’ve only had sex with one coworker. in an industry where this supposed hierarchy of people is so highly regarded and followed, he is obviously considered a much more “important” person than me within the production (granted, as a PA, everyone is technically “above” me and considered more “important” simply because “that’s the way it is”). he is older (the first time we hooked up, he was 30 and i was 22), and he did offer me drugs in the middle of the first time we were having sex. admittedly, this was a new experience for me and it confused me and even scared me slightly, but i was very thankful that when i said no, he didn’t try to pressure me whatsoever and never once asked me about it again. the experience was very much consensual, so i don’t want this to be literally compared with other people’s stories of assault and abuse. i was extremely lucky. we’ve hooked up one other time since and that experience was honestly very nice. i still really like this person, perhaps way more than i’d like to officially admit, to the point where it makes me sad to realize nothing will, or maybe should, result from these possible very one-sided feelings.

i’ve been to industry parties where drugs are clearly prevalent and in abundance. i work in an environment where drugs are clearly being used during work hours. i mean, i’m no narc… but i do realize this isn’t “normal.” it’s very hard to explain… everyone in the industry is essentially “working” well over 50% of their conscious livelihoods. we’re at work constantly. at least 12 hrs/day. the work never “stops.” people, especially those in higher positions, need to always be thinking about the overall production because so much money ($$$) is always being spent at absolutely every level, and we all know how people react when it comes to money… it’s a LAX work environment, but a stressful one. i’ve seen grown adults (men) throw extreme and sometimes frightening tantrums, throwing objects and furniture across their offices, for something as rudimentary as the internet working slowly. i’ve know people who have been fired for sexually inappropriate behavior and for violence against other coworkers. we’re always encouraged to be a “family,” that we’re all in this together, but that clearly means people think they’re allowed to talk about whatever they want whenever they want with whomever they want. it’s exhausting. being around people for that long every single day is exhausting. i can easily see how people can become victims to such manipulative, inappropriate, and sometimes intimidating behavior from people who have zero issue with letting them know how much more “important” they are. at our wrap party last season, the underage actors were partying with us at two different bars. i don’t think they were “partying” in the same way the other adults were, but i also realize i was definitely under the influence while i was around them, and that makes me very uncomfortable in retrospect because i don’t feel like i should be in that state when i’m around teenagers. but at the same time, because they are cast members, part of the “family,” they are clearly expected to be there.

the entertainment industry is one where everyone is expected to “grow up” immediately (one of the first things a coworker said to me on my very first week of work was that i had “a lot of growing up to do”), yet it’s also an industry where literally no one ever “grows up.” maybe every adult feels this way in this world. maybe it’s not just those that work in tv and film. but, either way, working in this particular industry, where my coworkers are constantly talking about these silence breakers and how they themselves are coming to the realization that their experiences with other coworkers sometimes mimic the experiences of the silence breakers, it’s hard to not be constantly reflecting on all of this. it’s overwhelming. it’s sad.

i don’t expect for these stories of abuse in the industry to slow down any time soon. i think more and more “important” people will be “exposed.” it seems that most young people like me who are just now entering this business simply aren’t willing to put up with this bullshit. i’ve had my direct boss pull me aside multiple times now to tell me that i’m too “combative” in the office and need to literally dwindle myself, my newfound voice, in order to be considered a more cooperative, “better” employee. these conversations, while somewhat reflecting truth, are still nonetheless condescending and make me feel like literal shit.

i’m very inspired by everyone speaking out. i think it’s brave and important and provides genuine hope for a better future. obviously, there’s some hypocrisy within the industry itself. obviously many celebs are jumping on board with this movement while still actively supporting literal predators. in some ways, i feel like i’m doing something similar by simply working in this current industry… but i refuse to stay silent. i find great confidence when i, a little, “unnecessary” PA, tell one of my “superiors” when they’re being terrible. i refuse to feel bad for telling adults, my literal peers, when they’re being shitty, mean, hurtful people. it’s important. it holds people accountable. i need to be even better at it. i promise to be even better at it, even if it potentially gets me fired.

i feel like i’m not explaining myself well (do i ever?)… it’s all just A Lot to be saying…

no matter what, have a great night, everyone :)

and thank you for reading.

#personal #do not reblog

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