#10years without you

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Gosh please please please can you write something daniel x reader maybe inspired by too sweet by hozier when he thinks(some internal turmoil cuz he can't stay away from her) she's too sweet/innocent for him or something like but it turns out to be further from the truth?? I love love love your writing, i think about please's and thank you's at least three times a day since i read it. You're so immensely talented!!!

I'd really really appreciate it.

(i don't mind age gap(like up to 10years), some kinky smut or even a bit of morally grey characters as long as there are no explicit mentions of past relationships or cheating and etc., happy ending plss, and I won't mind if you add a pinch of "who did this to you")

Ly ly ly

𝖍𝖙𝖙𝖕𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖊'𝖘 2𝕶 𝕾𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑 | 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖊𝖑 𝕽𝖎𝖈𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖔 𝕰𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝐓𝐒𝐀

Summary: She’s too pure for him. She hasn’t been damaged by life like he has and he hopes you never will be. So, that’s why Daniel can never allow himself to be with her. He knows she’s convinced herself that she can fix him, but he knows that the longer he sticks around, the more he’s ruining her. He finds it cynical: their relationship (or lack of a relationship) reads like one of the books she’s obsessed with: right person wrong time or forbidden love. Daniel learns that it might be a little darker of a trope—like one of her books that she never allows him to see a page of. Content Warning: 18+ only. mdni. implied sexual content. mild!yandere!reader. stalking. sabotage. angst with a happy ending. lando and max are here. not edited at all. mentioned alcoholism. pov switch. fights? idk danny gets his ass beat. possessive!reader. can you find the hozier inspo in here? probably. Pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!reader (black-coded? but not mentioned in the fic, i think) Word Count: 2.7k words.

Author’s Notes: okay! this is past me (6/11) hoping that the tumblr queue doesn’t do me dirty! this should be posted on thursday, because i won’t be able to manually post it on my own as i’ll be hiking in san diego the whole day :p

this was formatted on mobile so please ignore how ugly it looks :( and also ignore the ugly writing i’ve never written dark/morally gray characters so i’m pretty sure i did your request like terribly LMAO. um also i couldn’t find a way to write smut into it? so again i apologize for that :/

anyways, please bare with me. i’ll make it pretty when i get back to my computer…on sunday 🥴

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Daniel meets you in the elevator. At first, he thought you were a Formula One fan who snuck into the condo trying to get a glimpse of your favorite driver (himself, obviously) but, he learned that you’re his new next-door neighbor. It was awkward; he accused you of following him to his room and felt like the world’s worst person when you—dressed in the cutest pink dress and matching flowy bow tied in your hair—stared at him terrified, before you unlocked the door to your flat and slammed the door behind you quickly without a word.

He sent you a bouquet of pink orchids the next morning, along with a hand written card apologizing for his rude behavior and that he hoped the two of you could become good neighbors and friends. It seemed all was fixed, as the next time he ran into you, you greeted him softly, like nothing had happened. It was 5 A.M: you were starting your day and Daniel was ending his night.

Daniel was on his third drunken attempt of shoving his key vaguely in the direction of his lock on the door, when you exited your flat with a yoga mat over your shoulder and a water bottle that was comically large. With a hushed ‘good morning,’ you kindly helped Daniel into his apartment, telling him to drink a big glass of water and have pain killers ready when he wakes up; there was no judgment in your wide brown eyes, only tenderness, and a slight hint of worry. He woke up after twelve at the sound of a knock, his head pulsing with pressure and his sight slightly blurry from not quite sleeping all the drunk away.

He eventually made it to his front door and found that you ordered him lunch: a chicken wrap and sweet potato chips, from one of his favorite brunch cafés—Daniel figured you have good taste, as he doesn’t recall ever telling you about this meal in either of the two interactions you’ve had. So, he ate, drank plenty of water, freshened up, and debated if he should go over and express his gratitude, or whatever. He decided he will, and found himself putting on a nice watch and a few too many sprays of his expensive smelling cologne. Daniel didn’t let any thoughts of why he was prettying himself up cross his mind; he’s simply thanking you; a girl far too young, and probably far too sweet for his tastes.

You brushed off his thanks shyly, hidden behind your door with a blush strong enough Daniel saw it paint your dimpled cheeks and he knew he wouldn’t be able to stay away. Thinking quick enough to rival his reflexes, he offered to exchange phone numbers so the two of you could meet up and he could buy you a coffee. You entered your name in his phone with a yellow heart next to it.

The coffee meet-up had to wait due to Daniel’s hectic schedule, yet the texting flourished. He initiated the beginning of your text thread the next day, mindlessly texting you about how he overheard Emilio (another neighbor) arguing with his wife on the phone; Daniel said she’s probably going to mail him divorce papers within the next week. You replied that it was mean to eavesdrop and gossip. Daniel followed up saying it’s not eavesdropping if said person was screaming into his phone in the hallway, and he wasn’t gossiping, he’s merely keeping you informed.

Daniel laughed in the middle of his motorhome listening to the voice message you sent four days later, eagerly telling him about how you saw Emilio in the lobby with a couple boxes and without a wedding ring on his finger.

It was a warm morning, when you and Daniel finally managed to meet for coffee. You scrunched your nose in distaste when he ordered plain black coffee; Daniel did the same when you ordered a drink that was mainly milk and sugar. Daniel chuckled when you claimed the amount of coffee in your drink had you wired for the rest of the day. He decided to let you believe that, and not inform you that it was most likely the sugar content that had you crashing hours later.

Daniel invited you over for burgers one night and you comment that his home looks like a mix of a “mojo dojo casa house” and a “minimalistic hell.” You gifted him a throw blanket and a potted plant the next day, and continued to text him reminders about watering it.

Around 10 P.M. on another night, he’s yelling at Max for cheating at fifa. Max laughed around the lip of his beer bottle before the two of them paused at the sound of a knock. Daniel checked the door and opened it to see you: fuzzy slippers, eye-mask on your forehead, bonnet, matching pajama set, and pout on your lips with a sleepy tilt to your eyebrows. He apologized for the noise and promised to quiet down. Daniel threatened to kick the Dutchman out when he teased him for having a “crush.” He doesn’t get crushes, he’s a grown man.

Daniel spends less time in night clubs and more time with you. You took him to sip and paint nights, pottery classes, hiking, even bookstores. You order him to not open any of the books he’s holding for you; Daniel tries to take a peek when you scan through one and you slam the book shut, saying it’s too dark for your liking. He doesn’t comment when you end up getting it (Daniel paid).

He kissed you in your apartment, halfway through Howl’s Moving Castle. He proceeded to tell you it was a mistake. You teared up when he said you were too pure for him, arguing back that you weren’t a child. The tears fell when Daniel claimed he’s too old for you, that he’d only hurt you. He returned to his apartment, figurative tail tucked between his legs, and heard you crying through the wall. He fell asleep hating himself.

Daniel distanced himself from you; he misses your shared adventures and condo gossip, but he never forgets to water your potted plant, even without your texts. He fell back into the clubs, bringing home various women but never manages to get them in bed due to various things going wrong. He gets stuck in the elevator with Stephanie who happened to claustrophobic for hours, locked in the stairwell with Sofia who sprains her ankle in five-inch heels, the fire-alarm interrupts him and Kiana just as he unlocks the door, and his kitchen sink burst when he lifted Laura on the counter.

He tries to console Laura, who runs from his flat in drenched clothes, and sees you staring at her in confusion from your doorway as she rushes past. Daniel apologizes for waking you again, and you shrug, ignoring his words, murmuring that he should call maintenance before he floods the entire floor and shutting your door in his face.

Your potted plant starts to wilt, no matter if Daniel moves it in or out of direct sunlight, if he waters it less or more, or if he changes the soil, or adds fertilizer. The universe has it out for Daniel.

He finds himself in an ultra-private lounge, dim-lighting, sultry piano, and dark decor enhancing his dramatics as he reveals how he ruined his life to Max, Lando, and the bartender who will be tipped handsomely for pretending to care. The piano fades to the end of the piece just as Daniel wraps up his lament.

“It sounds like you deserve it, honestly,” Max stated bluntly, Lando nodding agreeably at his side.

Daniel groans into his hands, lifting his head to say that he’s already aware of that, but freezes when he sees you rise from the seat of the piano. Your figure is snug within a floor length, backless, black dress, complemented with gold jewelry, and makeup that opposes your angelic nature. You bow your head slightly in the direction of the tables clapping at your performance, stumbling briefly when your eyes meet Daniel’s. You smile softly and begin to make your way over to him.

“Oh, fuck,” Daniel shrinks into his seat, as the other two drivers stare at him in confusion.

“Hi, neighbor,” you start airily, before turning to smile at Lando and Max, “Hello.”

“You didn’t tell me you worked here,” Daniel mentions.

“You never asked,” you narrow your eyes at him, before relaxing, “I also don’t work here—this is my brother’s bar. The pianist suddenly fell sick and I offered to fill in.”

“Oh,” Daniel hums, “This doesn’t seem like your type of scene.”

You snort, rolling your eyes, “You should know better than to tell me where, what, or who I do or do not belong with.”

“Okay!” Lando claps, kicking Daniel’s shin under the table, everyone ignores his muffled groan of pain, “Sit with us for a minute, if you can take a break. Danny is seriously obsessed with you.”

You take the offered chair next to Max and sigh, “Really? I couldn’t tell,” all three men wince at your dig, but you continue, “Did he tell you that he almost flooded the entire floor last week?”

Daniel watches as you charm his friends, the three of you chattering happily over his demise, and ignoring him as you do so. He can’t find it in himself to be annoyed, only thankful, as this is the first time in weeks that you’ve been in his presence for more than five minutes. You smell so good. Is that weird of Daniel to think?

Unfortunately, the four of you are interrupted far too soon. Your brother calls you over from behind the bar; his expression is less than pleased, jaw tensed with irritation, and Daniel thinks the look in his eyes has a hint of crazy. He wonders if you told your brother about him. Hopefully not—the man looks like he could fold Daniel like a lawn chair without breaking a sweat. The three men watch as you argue with your brother; it doesn’t seem like it’s going in your favor.

Lando calls Daniel’s name, “Mate—she’s good for you.”

“Nah, mate. I’ll only ruin her.”

“Daniel,” Max scolds, “The few months you were ditching us for her were the happiest I’ve seen you. I wasn’t worried that you would be passed out in a random club or yacht after giving yourself alcohol poisoning.”

“She’s sweet, Danny. I think she’s exactly what you need,” Lando adds, “You've convinced yourself that you don’t deserve anything good. She’s trying to prove you wrong and you need to let her.”

He doesn’t answer verbally, he chooses to shake his head and remain silent. You make your way over to the table again and stand in front of them with a pout.

“It’s past my bedtime, apparently,” you huff, turning your head to glare at your brother, “Don��t worry about paying tonight, it’s on the house.” You exchange polite goodbyes with Lando and Max, Daniel gets a soft smile. He watches you leave the bar with a sad tilt to his lips, then orders a shot of whiskey.

You’re sat on your couch, freshly showered and ready for bed. It’s 1 A.M. and Daniel usually doesn’t end his nights out for another hour. So, it makes sense for you to be worried when you see his location nearing your shared condo building an hour early. Did you sneakily (his phone password is his birthday, it wasn’t that hard) use his phone and share his own location with you? Yes. But, you did it with good intentions. You worry about him when he’s not with you.

You decide to go down to the lobby and pretend to ask if you received any packages in hopes of intercepting Daniel when he walks in. You don’t manage to step out of the elevator when you suddenly have an armful of a bruised-up Australian. His lip is busted and you can see a bruise blooming high on his right cheekbone. You start to shake with anger.

Furiously pressing the button of your floor and slamming the ‘close door’ button, you frantically question Daniel, “What the hell? I left you not even two hours ago, and you look like a mess. Did you get into a fight, did you get mugged, did you—“

“Did your brother beat my ass for hurting you?” Daniel groans, not fighting your motions as you tug him out of the elevator and into your flat, “Yes, he did.”

You pause and grumble angrily, forcing Daniel to take a seat on your couch. You rush into your kitchen for ice, then to the bathroom for a first aid kit. He doesn’t fight when you order him to ice his cheek, and lets you hold his face to tilt his head at every angle possible, as if it’ll expose any more damage. Eventually, you end up looking into his eyes, pretending that you have the knowledge to know what a possible concussion looks like, even though you really just wanted an excuse to look at him.

Unconsciously, your thumb rubs soothingly along his temple, Daniel leans further into your hand. His tongue flicks out for a brief second, and he flinches when it disturbs the cut on his bottom lip. Blinking rapidly, you clear the haze from your eyes and frown as you turn to rifle through the first aid kit.

“I can’t believe he put his hands on you,” you bite out angrily, finding a disinfectant cloth to clean his lip, “I don’t know why I tell him anything anymore.”

Daniel winces at the sting of alcohol, remaining quiet as he watches the focus that covers your expression.

“I apologize for him,” you mumble, “He doesn’t think clearly when it comes to me, he thinks he’s like my guard dog or something,” you dispose of the wipe and grab an ointment, “I promise you I told him that the only thing you did was waste my time and hurt my feelings,” Daniel deflates under your hands, “It’s not like you physically hurt me…or anything. He’s just an idiot. I’ll kill him.”

At that, Daniel laughs quietly, dropping the ice from his cheek so you can clean that too, “Don’t say that. You’re such a sweetheart, you couldn’t hurt your own brother. Also—I’m not sure if he hoped this would make me stay away from you, because if you keep rubbing my face like that, I might fall in love.”

You hum, pleased you have him eating out of the palm of your hand, “Have some decorum, Daniel. You sound desperate. Also, he knows that I don’t like people touching what’s mine.”

“Oh? You’re possessive,” Daniel teases, “Is it bad if I kinda like that?”

Your heart flutters, he’s really the best for you. He doesn’t need to know about the lengths you went to ensure any of the girls he tried to bring home didn't make it into his bed. It's a shame Sofia sprained her ankle; that was not intentional on your part.

You shrug lightly, “No, it’s not bad. I think it makes you perfect for me. As long as you don’t mind a little crazy. And—don’t think you’re off the hook. You still have to apologize for making me cry.”

Daniel nods seriously, “I’ll fall to my knees and beg right now, if that’s what it takes.”

Sticking a plaster over his cheek, you stand and gesture for him to do so too, “Okay. Kneel.”

“Huh,” he chokes, eyes wide with disbelief, “You’re serious?”

“If you beg well enough, I’ll let you eat me out.”

The sound of his knees hitting the floor echoes.

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I’m always so excited about your blurbs and then upset that they are just blurbs cause they are mostly so good!😂 anyways maybe you could do one on reader being insecure about being younger than Spencer (like 10years or something) and the team maybe even adding to that feeling accidentally? Idk like angsty ending in comfort ?

I know !! Promise to have a full length fic out soon 🫶🏼

Spencer was never shy to show you off. In fact he suggested you meet his friends before you brought it up.

An evening at Rossi’s was the perfect time to do it. Relaxed, informal with really good food and company. As Spencer promised, everyone took an instant liking to you. From how funny you are to how interesting you are, he assured you on the drive over that there wasn’t anything they wouldn’t love, even your insecurity: the age gap. And he was right. You were grateful for their warm, welcoming spirit.

He watches you standing outside, wine glass in hand as you chat to the girls, from the kitchen. What he doesn’t hear is the conversation which started with Penelope, half drunk, talking about how perfect a couple you and Spencer make.

“Without coming across as rude.” Emily starts. “How old are you?”

“I’m turning 27 next month.” You answer, not taking her question the wrong way. You’re just grateful she asked instead of looking you up.

JJ’s offhanded comment concerns you more. “And Spence is 37 this year.”

You gulp down a sip of wine, nodding. It’s not a secret, the age difference. He doesn’t look his age, but he definitely doesn’t have the babyface he had at 27.

“So you hadn’t even started elementary when he was in high school.” Tara jokes, mostly talking about the fact Spencer was in high school way to early.

“I was a baby.” You realize. How you hadn’t before confuses you, but he was 12 when he went to college which would have made you less than 2 when he was in high school.

JJ doesn’t help by adding onto it. “And you were only starting elementary by the time he had his first doctorate.”

“And he would have been just starting the BAU when you had your first boyfriend.” Emily continues.

Unsure of what to do and increasingly insecure, you make a joke. “Nope. I started young at 9.”

Thankfully, they stop after that, moving onto a conversation about first loves and heartbreaks, but the heart-sinking feeling keeps building inside you.

You’re quiet on the way home. It’s how Spencer knows something is wrong, and he’s not going to sit there the whole 15 minute drive home knowing something’s wrong.

“What’s bothering you, my love?” He asks, swoon-worthy as always.

You consider lying, but what good would that do you. “Just- we were talking about how you’re a little older than me.” His hand tightens in yours, knowing it’s a sore spot. “And it made me… worried.”

“Did someone say something?” He checks. He loves his friends, and he really doubts they would, but there would be some serious conversations to be had if they made you uncomfortable.

“Nothing at all.” You assure him. “I just hadn’t thought about how big the difference is when you look at it related to us as kids.”

It’s not hard for him to do the math, and compare where you both were during certain years. “But I’m not an 12 year old dating a 2 year old.” He reminds you. “Or an 18 year old prying on an 8 year old. Does our age gap make you uncomfortable?”

You shake your head like you’ve done the other times he’s asked. “Not at all. I mean, I know you’re the one for me, and I don’t care how old you are. It’s not even really that bad.”

He nods in agreement. “It’s not when we’re this old which is why we’re dating now, not back then.”

You bring your connected hands up so you can kiss the back of his palm. “Thanks for calming me down.”

“It’s my honor as your boyfriend.” He assures you, flashing you the smile reserved for you.

[my-on-and-off-writingstuff]

i'm obsessed with your story can we please get more??? maybe after 10years time skip like in the series. them having few kids and perhaps attending laena's funeral (she married someone else)

Warnings: Funeral of Laena 

Author note: Thank you for requesting! I loved your idea and got a little bit carried away. I did know for sure if you wanted it as a continuation of “wed by fire and blood” or my three part series so I left that kind up in the air. I hope you like it! 

Something Good | Daemon x reader

“Goodnight sweetheart.” you mumble while kissing your little boy on his forehead. Although according to your son he was not that little anymore. Similarly, to his father, your husband he too had the Targaryen silver hair and beautiful violet eyes as did all your children. He had the characteristics of his father too, blunt, headstrong, and hot-tempered, and even at the age of 8, he was a little warrior. Training with his father and little brothers in the courtyard or training his dragon all day long. He adored his father and as the oldest, he fiercely protected his younger brothers. “Jorrāelagon ao muña.”

After all those years and having three kids with a fourth coming on the way your heart still melted whenever one of your sons says it. Especially considering your oldest is no longer a mommy’s boy but rather wants to spend most of his time with his father.  Your hand goes to your growing belly rubbing it before standing upright. “Jorrāelagon ao tolī” you tell him after making sure he is well covered underneath the blankets. You doubt he had heard you as his soft snores can be heard through the room. You shake your head in amusement before making your way to the door. 

Before you make your way to the sitting room where Daemon is without doubt waiting for you, you check on your other children. Baelon your oldest was now allowed to stay up a bit later than his siblings. To the great displeasure of your second oldest Aedan. Your Aedan was only 6 years old but even he would do nothing rather than follow his older brother and his father around. Only recently Daemon had made him a little wooden practice sword and Aedan had taken it upon himself to terrorize the halls of Dragonstone with it. Even now when you opened the door of his room to check on him, the sword was lying next to him on the bed. 

You had put him to bed earlier in the night and because he was a light sleeper you quickly made your way back out of the room before he could wake up and demand to spend some more time with Daemon and you. Aedon was a little softer than his brother, the most charming of them all, but he also had a lot of energy and like his brother and father could be hot-tempered at times. When walking towards your youngest son you could already hear the sounds coming from his room. 

The youngest, Jael was the real troublemaker of the family only 2 and a half years old, but it is never a quiet day. He too has a lot of energy and is very headstrong, stubborn, and fearless. You opened the door quietly to see your son on the ground playing with his little dragon toy, making dragon noises, and trying to pronounce ‘dracarys’ correctly.  His real dragon was curled up next to the fire watching protectively over your little boy knowing what kind of hazard your youngest really was. All in all, it was adorable, but you did not want to deal with a grumpy sleep-deprived child tomorrow.  “You should be in bed little one.” His little head whips around to where you were standing. His little curls flopped about on his forehead. “Mummy.” He launched himself into your arms, already anticipating his moves you had crouched down and scooped him up into your arms. Your bulging stomach only being a slight inconvenience 

You ruffled his curls before placing him on the bed intending to cover him with blankets however neither of you had noticed Daemon who had made his way to his youngest bedroom as soon as he heard him scream ‘mummy.’ “It is a bit early for the little dragon to be awake, no?” before you can hold him back Jael had yet again made his way to his father. Who picked him up before throwing him in the air. “Careful.” You hiss protectively at their playful antics. Both of their laughs fill the room, and you smile at them loving the sight of your little family together. 

“It is time for bed little dragon.” Daemon throws him on the bed and your little son looks up at you with his big eyes. “But I do not want to sleep yet.” He mumbles at you throwing his little arms around your neck and laying his head in the crook in the safe place at your collarbone. “To become big and strong dragons, little dragons need to sleep.” You tell him while rubbing his back. “Shall I tell you a little secret?” Daemon asks while patting the bed. Your son retracts from you as his interest is now peaked by his father. Daemon tucks him into the bed covering him with the blankets and placing his dragon toy next to him. “We are going on a trip, all of us tomorrow, so you need to be well-rested for your mum.” Your eyes meet his and you look at him questionably “We are going to travel?” your son asked looking up in wonder.

He has heard the stories of Daemon and you traveling both Westeros and Essos but since you gave birth to him, your little family had not traveled a lot and now with you being pregnant again, Daemon did not want to risk your health, much to the disappointment of your youngest who loved to hear the stories of faraway lands but would even like it more to experience them. “Yes, to the family at Driftmark.” You look up at him even more surprised but decide to leave it till the two of you are in private. “How sooner you go to sleep, how sooner we can start the travel.” You mention. His little hands reach out to you while shutting his eyes tightly pretending to be asleep already. You give him one more hug and kiss his forehead before taking the hand of your husband and leading him out of the room. 

Daemon settles you down in one of the armchairs and before he can even plant his own bottom in a chair you ask the question that has been on your mind since he told Jael. “Why are we going to Driftmark husband?” Daemon sighs before standing up again and walking to the table. He hands over a scroll to you and remains standing next to you. “Laena died after failing to deliver birth.” In disbelief, you state the most important part of the letter. Without thinking about it you bring a hand to your stomach to confirm your babe is still there. Pregnancy remains a sore and sensitive subject even when you had given birth to three healthy sons in the past as so many women die either in childbirth or to the consequences of it. 

“My love, do not worry.” Daemon carefully takes your hand in his while pressing a kiss on it. “You have given me three healthy sons and I do not doubt for a second you will give me one more.” you smile up at him after ten years of marriage he knows what is on your mind without you even mentioning one word. “Who says it is another son?” You ask, after all, you had the suspicion that this one was going to be a girl. After all, your cravings had been different, the way your belly had formed, and they might be old wife’s tales, but you would love to have a little girl to round out your family. “Well, I already have you to protect, imagine me with a girl.” He lays his head against your belly feeling the soft kicks of babe. “Fair enough, the poor child.” You jest while taking your hand through his hair. 

“I was thinking maybe you should stay here, to not stress the babe and give you any discomfort.” You let off a huff in disbelief after hearing those words “I rather not Daemon, I told you on my wedding night wherever you go I go, and not to mention you are taking the children with you.” He signs in defeat knowing he was not going to talk you out of it. “And it is only a short distance to High Tide love if anything happens, we will be back within hours.” You reassure him further kissing the frown that was laying on his forehead. “But a woman in your condition.”

“Do not dare to finish that sentence Daemon Targaryen, I was almost 8 months pregnant with Baelon when you flew us to Pentos remember.” Your emotions play up at the mention of your ‘condition’ as if you were a weak creature in need of caring all day long. “forgive me, my lady.” Daemon tugs you up from the chair and pushes you in the direction of the bed. “Let me make it up to you.” You giggle like a young naïve maid at the prospects of your night. “That is the least you can do.” You jest once more before your knees hit the end of the bed and he pushes you to sit down. “Do not worry my lady, I do not settle till you are content again.” His lips find yours and with a little push, you are on your back on the bed. 

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“Stop trying to climb the wand!” Daemon almost screams after his tenth heart attack of today. Jael was giggling with a mischievous glint in his eyes while holding onto the ladder which leads to the crow’s nest of the ship. Since he saw one of the sailors climbing it, he had made it its mission to do the same. You were huddled on a couch underneath a canopy at the backhand of the ship with as many blankets as Daemon could fit around you and your other two boys were play fighting with their swords. “Why were we getting another one again?” Daemon sits closely next to you with Jael locked in his arms. “Because you are insatiable.” You give him a quick kiss meant for his cheek, but it ended up on his jawline. He groans and lets go of Jael who quickly makes his way toward you and curls into your side. He was quite aware that he was slowly getting on Daemon's bad side with his current behavior and while Daemon was surprisingly gentle and patient with his children even, he had a limit, a short one at that. 

“Dad, I see the castle!” Aedon screams excited both he and Baelon remembered their cousins well and because they were all similar in age they got along well. “Duty calls husband.” You shoo him towards where your children were standing at the bow of the ship. He groans and stands but not before giving you a kiss leaving you wanting for more when he walked away. 

When it was finally time to board off the ship your youngest was asleep, while the two oldest were jumping around in excitement giving Daemon yet again a heart attack as Aedon managed to almost throw himself between the ship and the dock when he had to jump off the ship. Daemon was shaking his head when he gently helped you down. “Remember you love them” You whisper in his ear with a big smile while he takes Jael, who is still sleeping in his arms. 

Your little family was welcomed by Laenor, Rhaenyra, Corlys, Rhaenys, and the children. Baelon and Aedon looked up for approval at you and when you gave them a smile and nod ran towards their cousins. Within seconds all children ran for the hills no doubt going to the beach. You hugged both Rhaenyra and Rhaenys after making a clumsy courtesy attempt. Daemon scoffed but said nothing at the display. Not disapproving of you but at the courtesy, you had to give after all you were a princess yourself after marring him. “Welcome to Driftmark it has been a long time.” Rhaenys greets you warmly before taking your hand leaving Daemon behind with Laenor and Corlys while the ladies and you make your way into the castle. 

After a little rest, you were all standing between the rocks a little bit away from the castle. All invited watched in silence as the coffin was slowly prepared to be buried in the water. Both Baelon and Aedon hands were firmly in yours as Daemon had an arm around your waist. Little Jael was back in the castle with Rhaenyra youngest Joffrey. Besides you Daemon tensed up at the words Vaemond Veraryon was speaking. “īlvon dakogon qumblie, īlvon dakogon drēje, se īlvon ēdruta dōrī vasrie.” Your high Valyrian was good enough to know that Vaemond was insulting the heir to the crown. Your husband's head turns sharply, and he lets out an eerie laugh drawing attention to him. You look at him, but he is looking down at the water and stones in front of him. Not meeting your eyes. 

Vaemond Velaryon continues the eulogy after a little moment of silence while the coffin is slowly pulled into the ocean. With a big splash of water, the coffin sinks deeper into the abyss. Both of your boys look up at you. “Why did father laugh?” Baelon asks. You kiss their foreheads still not having let go of their little hands. “Your father was calling out the hypocrisy of someone.” You answer shortly before shooing them to follow the others who are making their way toward a balcony overlooking the water. Daemon follows the three of you in silence. 

“Go to your cousins, get their minds off things,” you say to your boys when you notice them becoming restless at yours and Daemon's side. After all, the two of you are not doing more than having small talk with the people around you. You are a little bit off to the side with Daemon, him having a cup in his hands and looking dashing while leaning on the stone in front of you. King Viserys approaches the two of you and you feel the tension radiating from the two brothers. You take Daemon's hand in yours and squeeze before you make a small courtesy towards the king before walking towards the children leaving them a moment of privacy as they have not seen each other in a long time.

“Your boys are the spitting image of you; you must be proud.” Viserys breaks the silence first. Daemon does not say anything giving Viserys the chance to continue. “This day is a sad one and I find Aemma to be on my mind, the gods can be cruel.” Viserys looks at you and Daemon follows his glance. You were kneeling down to say something to Aedon who is looking furious at Aemond. “It seems they have been especially cruel to you.” 

You look back at the two brothers to find an angry look on your husband's face however Viserys lets out a laugh. Your hand is still on Aedon who is talking to you. But you understand little of what he is saying as you watch your husband. 

“Yes, you should return with us to King’s landing it is time that you and your family came home.” Viserys offers. “Dragonstone is my home and that of my children and wife, it is where Y/N is the most comfortable and wants to give birth.” “Daemon, I know we had our differences, but let them pass with the years, there is a place for you in my court, it is something you always have wanted.” Daemon feels the anger returning within himself. “I need… nothing. I have everything that I want right here.” He gestures to you and the children. “A loving wife, three healthy sons with another babe on the way, I do not need your pity or your hand-me-downs. I have something good going on here and I do not wish to destroy it by bringing them to court with those poisonous snakes.” Furious he looks at his brother before continuing his rant. “My family comes first.”

The crowd goes silent and watches the conversation between the king and his brother. You see him looking down before walking past his brother. With quick steps, he is in front of you. “Let us go, I have had enough of my family, and I want to be back at dragon stone before sundown.” He guides you with an arm around your waist towards the exit. “What happened?” you ask while herding your children and signaling a maid to get Jael. “My brother offered me a position at court, he asked me to come home.” You gasp. For years Daemon had hoped to return to King's Landing and get back into the good graces of his brother. “What did you say?” your hand laying on his cheek, his eyes boring into yours.

“That I have everything that I need, I have something good here and I do not wish to destroy it by being at court.” 

___

Link to Part 2 here!

[planettnibiruu]

the devildom is a completely different realm right? so who's to say it operates on the same 24hr day system as the human realm?

it's normally dark, almost pitch black, and so there's only 12hours of proper moonlight. It's the devildoms equivalent of daytime, the moon looming over the landscape, stars glimmering and dancing alongside it.

the nights are long though, and cold. the temperature drops to the point of freezing as the moon sinks into the horizen.

nights last 18hours, and so demons sleep. their metabolisms are different, they could go 10years without food, 18 hrs slightly uncomfortable at best. (for everyone aside from beel that is, 18hours without a snack would lead to a very angry demon,)

Mc struggles with this, they have alarms set for every 6 or so hours, to wake up, streach, make some food, drink water and then crawl back into bed with whoever's decided to crowd their bed for the night.

at first they were restless. they play on their phone, spend time catching up on study, or just enjoy their own company.

they often sit in Lucifer's study, the demon staying up extremely late to complete whatrver paperwork he has. There's always something to catch up on. His study is always peaceful, warm fire crackling, the scratching of his pen. Sometimes he'll have records playing, smooth classical music serenading the night.

Or you choose is spend time in Levi's room, he's always awake well into the night, glued to his screen. You sit in his room, watch as Henry 2.0 swims in his tank. As the coral sways softly in the current, admiring the way the light from the tank caresses Levis face. It highlights his cheekbones, the strong angles of his nose. You find peace in the quiet sound of bubbles and clicking from his controller.

the nights are long, but serene. they take time to appreciate, but once you do, there's a certain tranquility you gain. basking in the soft silence and peace of a quiet house, something rare.

[confessionsofa-roleplayer]

People who chronically archive their blogs every year, why? Your blog is not that busy that you lose things. I can find our threads without issue and I’ve had the same blog for going on 10years. I just don’t understand

[kosmic-arts]

GRRRR bbs should've been the prequel story game. it should've expanded the lore of the keyblade while still leaving room for mystery without overexplaining like unioncross would follow on to do

terra and aqua should've been cool asf and had keyblade transformations like lingering will I want to se them split the earth and rend the heavens like they're made of cheese like real keyblade masters

why did they have to be clowns why couldn't they be like lingering will he is so cool Terra why are you only cool when you're dead Why does this medicore 10year old game still plague my thoughts to this day

[lieutenantbiscute]

I would just like to put this out there since i think it's cute and it would fit Shell Shock real well.

My mom and i always have this thing where we run to see who gets up a slope/the stairs faster.

I think Raph would do that to his kids and absolutely reck them without any consideration and when they do win it means they're all grown up

My mom sometimes use to do that with us as well! The biggest thing I can remember is her throwing us into the pool as kids!!

For a 8-10year old that was the greatest this to do.

Also yes yes I am adding that next to ‘Rovva trying to sneak attack Raph but failing each time till he finally gets him’. It’s a bittersweet feeling watching your kids grow from relying on you to get them to bed to now seeing that they’ve already got everything covered 😭💕

[yther]

I've been pushing myself everyday socially and with community stuff and I am so fucking drained I just need to sleep for a week.

but tomorrow morning I have a meeting with the print shop... I am more depressed than excited

This morning! fell asleep before posting and

whadda y'know?? I feel great and ready to take on the day.

(but wow, seriously. Sleep matters. Not just for general mood but.... don't trust a midnight brain's terrible thoughts after a long day! we do just need sleep.... this is something I intellectually understood ofc. but this is an epiphany to me, the way just 6hrs reversed my Big Thoughts n Feelings in such a decisive way.)

It's sinking in that.... my old brain & rutted neural pathways real do Fucking Tell Me Lies, and it's so convincing regarding feeling-thoughts that are patently untrue.

morning brain telling night brain to stuff it is like.... having the two angels on my shoulder, and Positivity Dude 1-hit K.O.'d my best pal Mr. Suffer-more in round one. Like holy shit, I didn't even have meds or coffee yet.

(wtf is this metaphor? just go with it lol)

My Positivity Dude is usually too weak to even show up to matches. Hell, I thought he was retired 10 years ago.

This is real progress holy shit. Doing the hard thing does make it ""easier"" as you go, for all intents and purposes. We can actually alter our experiences, we can mediate destructive thought patterns and it isn't just temporarily/surviving with extreme effort EVERY FUCKING DAY.

Train your Positivity Dude and you may wake up to find he's buried the body of your former Champion of Perspective (title holder 10years running!) called I-Wish-I-Was-Dead or his twin Don't-Bother-Trying, before you even get breakfast.

What a novelty. It feels WEIRD but holy shit.

Way to go buddy! I didn't have to battle any demons to get out of bed and get going. Absolutely wild.

I wonder if this is the kind of normal/healthy mind that so many people have without even realizing. To want to wake up, to not be paralyzed by fear or self-hatred.

Yeah. It makes sense that regular people, who can start a new day and have energy without fighting tooth and nail, would just never understand how hard and how debilitating it is- - -how they would think it's laziness or a choice. Because if they wake up feeling this good, it completely feels wrong to just give up on Living Life before even getting up.

[no-reallyimfine]

Sometimes I get a bug in my mind to check in on people I once cared about that had done me wrong.

I’m not sure if it stems from one of three places:

*general curiosity because you were once someone that mattered to me and I knew your hopes and dreams and I wonder if you reached your goals?

*was I the only one you treated like you did?

*Did karma catch up?

I caught myself checking in on my freshman college roommate and her now husband… her husband was always a great person and I’m glad to know he got his doctorate… my former best friend though… that was a messy and one-sided relationship particularly in the realm of mental health.

I never…. Did depression right? According to her. She proved not to be a safe space for me when I was depressed, and I couldn’t talk to her about it without upsetting her. So I decided I would talk to her went I felt better so I wouldn’t bother her…. And that never came during the course of our friendship.

During one of my bouts of depression she had compared my coping to a r@pist. How she made that leap was Olympic status.

Essentially her statement went something like along the lines of - how i was treating my depression was the same as a r@pist not r@ping for a week and then excusing a “relapse” over a weekend. This was in comparison to me withdrawing from joyful activities and resting a little despite I had been okay for a while.

That conversation is what made me decide I couldn’t talk to her about my depression and so I wouldn’t. So when I got bad and started a plan, I withdrew from her.

She ended up removing me from all her social media because “seeing my face would send (her) into tears”. When I mentioned anything to her about how she had treated me (a lot happened in our relationship up to this point as well) it was an opportunity to victimize herself.

I still have the screenshots of our last argument. The one that broke the friendship. I was heartbroken to have lost her but a big sigh of relief when I didn’t have to walk on eggshells.

I don’t wish ill upon her or her family. I won’t. I just… end up questioning if everything I remember, everything I cried over, every journal entry I have made, was accurate and if I was actually the problem.

I admit, neither of us were perfect and we could have handled a lot differently. Particularly reflecting now 10years later and having new skills and tools. And I’m glad she is no longer in my life despite her “benevolent” and “bigger person” extension that she would be willing to continue the friendship after some time and an apology to her.

I’m glad I blocked her husband’s social media (she has already blocked me on everything) so I can’t check in.

I do hope he is doing well and is safe because there were some major red flags in their relationship that my mom (who was a DV victim social worker for most of my life) had hairs standing on the back of her neck for him.

[loresadore]

I wish to die so i don't wanna feel any sorrow, happiness, pain, eagerness, and wait to see where i reached in life😇

Today she shared this on her instagram story

I am so fuckin confused. That what i guessed was right or is she defending others.

I wish somehow she loved me back then in 9th grade, and we were still together. Cauze if so, then i'll be at least with the girl i love. If she was happy with me.

The thing is she never gave me a chance to be with her or to check does we vibe eachother. But has given everyone else a chance. WTF is wrong with me to choose a person who always ignores me? Is this how LOVE is? I mean she blocked me on Instagram when i followed her after 10years. Honestly i dont remember hurting her. Like i never got a chance to meet her second time. The only one tym we met she asked me to "how are you" & asked me "So what is it that you have to convince to me" i was flattered that she came and asked me. Am i dreaming?? How the fuck is she so beautiful even without makeup and filters. These were the things going on my mind back then. While there was this song playing the background. Wallahi it was a dream kinda moment for me pakka dramatic moments and i was silent she went her way.

Why tf would someone block for that even after 10years?? What is wrong betweenher and me

Honestly i was crazy about her and texted and annoyed her alot but those was years ago. Also all i blabbered was i love u. Be myn.

As a man do you know how much this reel she shared on Instagram breaks me especially when its the one person you love shared it. Fuck!!!

Death is more peaceful and cheering than my life I guess.

No matter what she is my love for her wont fade away i guess. Doesnt mean i wont love other. But that feeling for her wont fade.

Honestly I am so fucking confused. Y dont she gimme a chance? Y did she share this? Does she have that many body count? Y in the world cant i forget her? What drives me to stalk her even tho she dont give a fuck to me??

Honestly i really do feel like "Clay from 13 reasons why" IDIOTIC cauze she never gave a damn to me and still i do love and care about her.

I hope she wont do such h0£ things again. I wish one day she come to me knowing how much she mean to me.

[little-life-of-bushra]

Passion bloom .. risk taker

Fashion is a big part of my life. I love clothes, designer clothes and design and colour and texture and history and wearing it.

It goes into the bucket of all the things I dreamed of being part of doing and wearing ... and ticking off.

And it was a huge undertaking steering my life into it.

Imagine you are in your 20s, you have followed mostly science for your whole life, got into on of the top science unis, graduated with not the best degree but still did in one of the hardest science degrees, and got into a career in database programming in the city - mostly financial services. All your mates were in city, tech or science related jobs. It had afforded you to buy your own place.

And you wanted to do fashion.

What would you do ? How would you do it ?

That's where I was at 28. And through all my short courses I managed to get a portfolio together to get into one of the best fashion colleges. And then pushed myself into sustainable fashion whilst doing my fashion degree - where I pushed myself to get the highest mark of the year in my marketing module and created the only sustainable fashion collection of my year for the catwalk. Risk.

Tick.

And then another design degree .. a masters at central saint Martin's and came top of my year. While renovating houses and travelling the world. Risk.

Tick.

By the way people do degrees to meet people, express yourself and generally have fun. It's a fun thing to do. I would recommend it to anyone at any age. Risk.

Tick.

Probably hard work. Probably not a normal brain. No normie certainly could have done this.

In fact one thing Julian said was that ... whatever you do never ever change the way your brain works. Do not take medication. Bushra your brain fell out of the not normal brain tree and hit ever branch... but that's what makes it special. It did however mean he had to look after the admin, the finances and the practical domestic stuff. He would joke he was my carer.

It worked. Until I had miscarriages in my late 30s which definitely set me back - I then felt real sadness. This led finally to becoming a mother and having a step change while Persia was little.

But I was still going full force till the stupid stalker situation & my mum dying. But then I dealt with it exactly as I should have done .. well ... I pushed myself out of grief and in my late 40s managed to become a police woman and arrested criminals. I mean who the hell decides to deal with a stalker by actually becoming a policewoman. It's like out of a movie.

Risk.

Tick

And then I pushed myself to do 6 travelogue issues of my metaverse magazine visiting countries during covid. Risk.

Tick.

And then I pushed myself again to go to web3 events internationally and made sure people knew who I was. A nobody. It was a risk.

Tick.

And then I pushed myself to setup a social impact company despite my father dying and going through a divorce and moving house and dating the crazy crypto king. Living and working together.....RISK.

Tick.

And then I pushed myself to establish governance and social impact ... in the crypto world .... name one other person in the industry who has done that. I said this straight to face. Not through other people. But me to the face of THE crypto king. Risk.

Tick.

And then I pushed myself to again travel to different countries to understand what was needed. Risk.

Tick.

And then I did not push myself but I got a pull to the middle-east, fasted, prayed ... like a miracle ... kicked my stalker to the kerb.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

And got to try on and buy some of the most of beautiful clothes I have ever seen in both UAE and Saudi Arabia. I honestly felt like the little girl who dreamed this when I was 10years old.

And then I pushed myself to restart my metaverse blog. Risk.

Tick.

And now just like that without having to do anything, my other stalker just disappeared into thin air. Risk.

my life might be a movie.

Tick.

Just like magic.

Abracadabra.

[mandylove1000]

Moot call without tagging yall

I’m alive 😂 I’ve been reading nhl fics lately ngl I’ve been on a kick for them lately it happens every now and again

Also just celebrated my birthday which was weird as fuck. I’m almost out of my 20’s and I don’t like that. It’s honestly making me more depressed tbfh cause I just feel like I’m wasting my life doing nothing but I don’t want to go back to school cause I hated it when I was in the normal schooling you get as a kid. In 2 years it will be my 10year anniversary of me graduating hs (gagggggggg) and in that same time I’ll literally be 30.

I don’t have friends where I live. My only friends are honestly my internet friends or ppl I went to hs with and they all live in nc for the most part so seeing them is like mad slim chances.

I know I need a job believe me I do but I HATE leaving my house like I dislike having to go. I just need to talk to my dad about it cause I know he would each me and everything. I also know his boss would hire me if I was able to do that they currently do. Plus it would help cause I’d then be able to have fucking health insurance currently don’t have that 🙃 haven’t for a while honestly.

I need to talk with my dad and get him to teach me how to do what he does for work in the designing websites and stuff cause I know that if I asked his boss he’d literally hire me. I’m good with computers and everything like that so I feel like maybe I could do that.

I’m waiting for my reprint of my nc drivers license so I can go get my Maryland one bc I need that and we also have to do the passports for the cruise next year (which I’m ngl I’m gonna have ptsd from cruises now) that ptsd won’t go away until til after both dogs are g

[azeez-unv]

Dear schools......

"WHAT TO DO WHEN YOU ARE ABOUT LOSING QUALITY PARENTS.”

தமிழில்

Quality parents don’t leave traces of leaving; they only speak their minds once and take decisions.

There are many factors that determines you losing quality parents.

One of the factor is your TEACHERS;

There are THREE (3) certain qualities you must interview in a teacher aside her credentials.

✔️ Her Attitude with kids

✔️ Her Emotional Maturity

✔️ Her Exposure to Knowledge

Some teachers are outdated in Knowledge. Their only evidence of knowledge is their CERTIFICATE.

They have nothing more to offer than what they have invested in themselves 10years ago.

They know that once they tender their certificate; employment await them.

Some teachers emotional maturity cannot handle quality parents.

You must not allow such teacher get close to your parents; otherwise; parents will leave your school without notice.

There are some front desk officers that doesn’t answer questions professionally; they can wear a good smile but not a good character.

Test their competence.

Do evaluation.

Ask quality parents their observation about your front desk officer.

Do your underground check on her.

Don’t be too emotionally attached to your staff that you can’t speak up where necessary.

You can pity a staff Mis-conduct but such staff will never pity your delay of salary.

If you need them to take you serious; take your policy serious.

Sanction them when necessary and make them happy where necessary.

Quality parents don’t have time to tell you when they are tired of your school.

Their voice is 20% and their action is 80%.

Watch their ACTION more intelligently than their voice.

Some teachers are more qualified intelligently than credentials.

Don’t lose ANGELS because of their low qualifications.

Above qualification; what else do you see in a teacher.

If you can’t see beyond their certificate; you will employ DEVILS with credentials.

More importantly; your attitude towards your teachers will give you more advantage over them.

To protect your QUALITY PARENTS from leaving your school; first protect their INTERESTS in your school.

Ask what they EXPECT from your school.

Set questionnaires for your parents.

Your Questionnaire should involve more of what they see in your school; what they love about your school, changes they expect from your school; what they think you can do more, the behavioral patter of your front desk officer, etc.

The above QUESTIONNAIRE will prepare you against losing quality parents.

The only way to get a MONKEY is to attract a MONKEY with what the MONKEY likes.

You can’t solve a problem with the same mentality that created the problem.

To change the atmosphere; you must change the frequency.

This information is not just to read but to implement.

Strategies doesn’t just change the outcome of the school but the revenue of the school.

"தரமான பெற்றோரை நீங்கள் இழக்கும் போது என்ன செய்ய வேண்டும்."

தரமான பெற்றோர்கள் விட்டுச் செல்வதற்கான தடயங்களை விடுவதில்லை; அவர்கள் ஒருமுறை மட்டுமே தங்கள் மனதில் தோன்றி முடிவுகளை எடுக்கிறார்கள்.

நீங்கள் தரமான பெற்றோரை இழக்கிறீர்கள் என்பதை தீர்மானிக்கும் பல காரணிகள் உள்ளன.

காரணிகளில் ஒன்று உங்கள் ஆசிரியர்கள்;

ஒரு ஆசிரியரின் நற்சான்றிதழ்களைத் தவிர்த்து நீங்கள் நேர்காணல் செய்ய வேண்டிய மூன்று (3) சில குணங்கள் உள்ளன.

✔️ குழந்தைகளுடனான அவளுடைய அணுகுமுறை

✔️ அவளது உணர்ச்சி முதிர்ச்சி

✔️ அறிவுக்கு அவளது வெளிப்பாடு

சில ஆசிரியர்கள் அறிவில் காலாவதியானவர்கள். அவர்களின் அறிவுக்கான ஒரே சான்று அவர்களின் சான்றிதழ் மட்டுமே.

10 ஆண்டுகளுக்கு முன்பு அவர்கள் தங்களிடம் முதலீடு செய்ததை விட வேறு எதுவும் அவர்களிடம் இல்லை.

அவர்கள் தங்கள் சான்றிதழை டெண்டர் செய்தவுடன் தெரியும்; அவர்களுக்கு வேலைவாய்ப்பு காத்திருக்கிறது.

சில ஆசிரியர்கள் உணர்ச்சி முதிர்ச்சியால் தரமான பெற்றோரைக் கையாள முடியாது.

அத்தகைய ஆசிரியர் உங்கள் பெற்றோருடன் நெருங்கி வர அனுமதிக்கக் கூடாது; இல்லையெனில்; பெற்றோர்கள் உங்கள் பள்ளியை முன்னறிவிப்பின்றி விட்டுவிடுவார்கள்.

தொழில் ரீதியாக கேள்விகளுக்கு பதிலளிக்காத சில முன் மேசை அதிகாரிகள் உள்ளனர்; அவர்கள் நல்ல புன்னகையை அணிவார்கள் ஆனால் நல்ல குணாதிசயங்களை அணிய முடியாது.

அவர்களின் திறமையை சோதிக்கவும்.

மதிப்பீடு செய்யுங்கள்.

உங்கள் முன் மேசை அதிகாரியைப் பற்றிய தரமான பெற்றோரிடம் அவர்களின் கவனிப்பைக் கேளுங்கள்.

தேவையான இடங்களில் பேச முடியாத அளவுக்கு உங்கள் ஊழியர்களிடம் உணர்ச்சிவசப்படாதீர்கள்.

ஊழியர்களின் தவறான நடத்தைக்கு நீங்கள் பரிதாபப்படலாம், ஆனால் அத்தகைய ஊழியர்கள் உங்கள் சம்பள தாமதத்திற்கு ஒருபோதும் பரிதாபப்பட மாட்டார்கள்.

அவர்கள் உங்களை தீவிரமாக எடுத்துக் கொள்ள வேண்டும் என்றால்; உங்கள் கொள்கையை தீவிரமாக எடுத்துக் கொள்ளுங்கள்.

தேவைப்படும்போது அவர்களுக்கு அனுமதி அளித்து, தேவையான இடங்களில் அவர்களை மகிழ்விக்கவும்.

தரமான பெற்றோர்கள் உங்கள் பள்ளியில் சோர்வாக இருக்கும்போது உங்களுக்குச் சொல்ல நேரமில்லை.

அவர்களின் குரல் 20% மற்றும் அவர்களின் செயல் 80%.

அவர்களின் குரலை விட அவர்களின் செயலை மிகவும் புத்திசாலித்தனமாக பாருங்கள்.

சில ஆசிரியர்கள் நற்சான்றிதழ்களை விட புத்திசாலித்தனமாக அதிக தகுதி பெற்றுள்ளனர்.

ஏஞ்சல்களின் குறைந்த தகுதிகள் காரணமாக அவர்களை இழக்காதீர்கள்.

மேல் தகுதி; ஆசிரியரிடம் வேறு என்ன பார்க்கிறீர்கள்.

அவர்களின் சான்றிதழைத் தாண்டி உங்களால் பார்க்க முடியவில்லை என்றால்; நீங்கள் சான்றுகளுடன் டெவில்ஸைப் பயன்படுத்துவீர்கள்.

மிக முக்கியமாக; உங்கள் ஆசிரியர்களிடம் உங்கள் அணுகுமுறை அவர்களை விட உங்களுக்கு அதிக நன்மையை தரும்.

உங்கள் பள்ளியை விட்டு வெளி��ேறாமல் உங்கள் தரமான பெற்றோரைப் பாதுகாக்க; முதலில் உங்கள் பள்ளியில் அவர்களின் நலன்களைப் பாதுகாக்கவும்.

உங்கள் பள்ளியிலிருந்து அவர்கள் என்ன எதிர்பார்க்கிறார்கள் என்று கேளுங்கள்.

உங்கள் பெற்றோருக்கு கேள்வித்தாள்களை அமைக்கவும்.

உங்கள் கேள்வித்தாளில் அவர்கள் உங்கள் பள்ளியில் பார்க்கும் விஷயங்களை அதிகம் உள்ளடக்கியிருக்க வேண்டும்; உங்கள் பள்ளியைப் பற்றி அவர்கள் விரும்புவது, உங்கள் பள்ளியிலிருந்து அவர்கள் எதிர்பார்க்கும் மாற்றங்கள்; நீங்கள் இன்னும் என்ன செய்ய முடியும் என்று அவர்கள் நினைக்கிறார்கள், உங்கள் முன் மேசை அதிகாரியின் நடத்தை முறை போன்றவை.

தரமான பெற்றோரை இழப்பதற்கு எதிராக மேலே உள்ள கேள்வித்தாள் உங்களை தயார்படுத்தும்.

ஒரு குரங்கைப் பெறுவதற்கான ஒரே வழி, குரங்கு விரும்பியதைக் கொண்டு ஒரு குரங்கைக் கவருவதுதான்.

பிரச்சனையை உருவாக்கிய அதே மனநிலையுடன் நீங்கள் ஒரு பிரச்சனையை தீர்க்க முடியாது.

வளிமண்டலத்தை மாற்ற; நீங்கள் அதிர்வெண்��ை மாற்ற வேண்டும்.

இந்த தகவல் படிக்க மட்டுமல்ல, செயல்படுத்தவும்.

உத்திகள் பள்ளியின் முடிவை மட்டுமல்ல, பள்ளியின் வருவாயையும் மாற்றாது.

[prnanayarquah]

We need to celebrate ourselves and stop focusing on Grammy’s and international recognition - Wiyaala

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We need to celebrate ourselves and stop focusing on Grammy’s and international recognition - Wiyaala

Ghanaian musician Noella Wiyaala Nwadei better known by her stage name Wiyaala has said that we need to celebrate ourselves as Ghanaians and stop focusing on Grammys and international recognition.

The singer and song-writer who describes her genre of music as folk, traditional and African believes that winning a Grammy as a Ghanaian artiste is an icing on the cake and should not be seen as the pinnacle of achievement.

In a recent interview with Raza Swaggy on “Rush Hour” on Asaase Radio Cape Coast, the “Rock My Body” crooner revealed that she believes the recent craze for international recognition especially the Grammy Awards subtly hints of an inferiority complex. She is of the view that instead of comparing and trying to compete, Ghanaian artistes and the industry as a whole needs to learn from the international market and learn ways to make our industry better and more appealing while maintaining our authenticity. “We were Ghanaians before Grammy, we will be Ghanaians after Grammy. We need to stick to what we know, build it up, put a lot of value on it and celebrate ourselves without anyone having to verify us,” she said.

Wiyaala who revealed that she is a member of the Recording Academy further stated that music is a tool that has many positive benefits and therefore shouldn’t be reduced to competition. She further asserted that the motivation to win a Grammy should be for the purpose of networking, spreading one’s wings and getting to know and learn about other cultures from other countries. This can therefore be used to improve an artiste’s craft for the benefit of the artiste themselves, the nation and the continent as a whole.

On the topic of filling international venues such as the O2 Arena, she is of the view that charity begins at home. She believes artistes need to satisfy and conquer their home audience and communities before moving on to the international market. She added that she indeed understands the thrill of performing in some of these venues, however, she still believes that should not be the source of sleepless nights.

She also touched on the importance of support among artistes in the industry and also advised them to allow themselves go through the process. “When somebody is filling the O2 Arena, appreciate them, support them. Your time will come. Give yourself 5-10years. Just keep building your craft. It will come easy for you,” she said.

By: Maame Adwoa A. Mensah

[decapitatedtea]

They only went after African everything especially ATL I kept wondering why and how did they get everyone out of their body the way they did. They don't reside in ATL bout yet. Years later it was because they opposed the fact that gay bi dl men into ejaculation acts with men are respected enough to live there without being called abominable.

All the time of struggling trying to get them back in their body all the trips hotel stays and fun times it came down to me staying out of ATL focused on Ottawa KS 10years 2013 -2023 blessed it be ATL may you be better by the truth and keep your esteem for each other. As disgusting the act is to fowl of the air and cattle of the field to engage in Hershey highway acts as if they could mortal mankind is capable of doing things that they can't. To each their own.

[artcalledmusica]

Allow Me Push Tempo KY Deep Now

It’s work night like non others, 1/3 on me need to push pull shove drop place set

I need a playlist:

Brutal Equation, Consolidated

The Man That Never Was, RickSpringfield mixed in with FooFighters

Hold Me, FleetwoodMac

Ice Age, HowToDestroyAngels

Down, 311

Everything Went Numb, StreetlightManifesto

From Your Mouth, GodLivesUnderwater

Race You To Bottom, NewMedicine

Santa Domingo, RodrigoYGabriela

Wonderwall, Oasis

West Coast Rock Steady, P.O.D.

Kill Tomorrow, Mushroomhead

You Suck, Yeastie Girls w/ Consolidated

Are You Gonna Be My Girl, Jet

Microphone Fiend, RageAgainstTheMachine

You Wouldn’t Know, Hellyeah

Every Day Is Exactly The Same, NineInchNails

Nobody’s Listening, LinkinPark

Can’t Break This Man, Borialis

It Ain’t Easy, Aranda

Boondocks, Little Big Town

Fire Woman, The Cult

Little Monster, Royal Blood

Mosquito, Tantric

{it’s not about you, it plays in shuffle, don’t flatter thy selves, it’s an ipone5}

My need for a night, blaring through open speakers for singing along slinging on add some to shelves the products, consumerism our leadership and bonus

My music allows bpm tempo

Item to item, soul to soul, it’s all an entrapment

Sounds help it carry through

Vocalizing words for preachment

I’ll add another 2 hour plus playlist artist to title:

Skinny Puppy, Goneja

Shinedown, Cyanide Sweet Tooth Suicide

Rob Zombie, Two-Lane Blacktop

Twenty One Pilots, Ride

Spiderbait, Black Betty

StoneTemplePilots, Plush (acoustic, oh yea)

Presence, Somebody’s Watching Me

Bulletproof Messenger, Wake Up Call

Lateef The Truthspeaker, We The People

Pink Floyd, Breathe

Fischerspoon, Emerge

Dolly Parton, Jolene

Drugstore Fanatics, Hangman

Shiny Toy Guns, Le Disko

Snot, Absent

RZA, Rogue Cleans da Hizouse

Gary Clark Jr., Bright Lights

Starset, My Demons

StreetSweeper, Clap For The Killers

TheStoneRoses, Fools Gold

Dope, Addiction

12Stones, Bulletproof

Filter, What Do You Say

Metallica, One (acoustic live)

NineInchNails, Down In It (live Woodstock)

Trapt, Headstrong (acoustic)

Elle King, Jackson

PuddleOfMud, Stoned

No Address, When I’m Gone(Sadie)

Saliva, Ladies and Gentlemen

Hoobastank, Crawling In The Dark

Skid Row, Youth Gone Wild

Primer55, Texas Acoustic

10Years, Waking Up The Ghost

10Years, Shoot It Out

Train, Hey Soul Sister

SavageGarden, To The Moon & Back

JetsOverhead, Heading For Nowhere

NineInchNails, Head Like a Hole

I listen to words and music I’m past genera all songs in worldly conditions not caged in but work wise different restitution is needed the harmonies & melodies help as such so depressing mangled distortions in living I won’t repeat those copied in multiple lists the music I mean

Some you may have never heard about for another two hours I’ll list artist first then song, quicker isn’t it:

3DoorDown, Time Of My Life

Dogfight, Standing Still

Murderdolls, Dead In Hollywood

FearFactory, Linchpin

Beast, Mr Hurricane

CoursesOfNature, Anger Cage

Chevelle, Closure

DeathCabForCutie, Underneath The Sycamore

Wink, Black Bomb

CypressHill, Hits From A Bong

Madonna, Don’t Tell Me

Tool, Anima

Zella, Hypnotic

Wednesday13, Xanxtasy

Sarah McLachlen, Building A Mystery

Korn, Twisted Transistor (acoustic)

TheNakedAndFamous, Young Blood

TheProdigy, Spitfire

Foo Fighters, Let It Die

Aranda, whyyouwannabringmedown

Tantric, Down And Out

Kaki King, Ritual Dance

Crazy Anglos, Mista Mista

Paramore, Misery Business

Refused, New Noise

Iration, Falling

PigeonJohn, The Bomb

KottonMouthKings, Where’s The Weed At

Taproot, Poem

BreakingPoint, Show Me A Sign

NineInchNails, Less Than

ArcticMonkeys, R U Mine

LocalH, Bound For The Floor

Bz’s, Dangan

TheDoors, When The Music’s Over

Shakira, Empire

INXS, Mystify

TheRaconteurs, Steady, As She Goes

Korn, Coming Undone

Bjork, Crystalline

KevinRudolf, Without You

JohnNewman, Love Me Again

CrazyAnglos, Venomous

Shinedown, Miracle

Led Zeppelin, The Lemon Song

ThousandFootCrutch, Let The Sparks Fly

Pinback, Torch

Flyleaf, All Around Me

Ministry, Thieves

Rocking n Rolling Along

Tempo

Sonics

Shelves of Products

Tap up to top stock

Riding and Stepping along

Make me homeless

Let’s go!

Kick kick kick it back Interest or something

I’m feel in’

I’m feel in’

I’m feeling

IT

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