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captainfantasticspastic · 7 years ago
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Having seizures doesn’t mean you can’t have friends. It means you may consider staying hydrated and having 1-3 drinks, instead of 7-10 (whoops lol); but that does not mean you can’t go out to a bar now and then.
It means making sure you get enough sleep, per week, so you can have the occasional late night chat.
It means making sure to take your meds (AND EAT FOR GODS SAKE) so you can take on what’s his face in Overwatch.
It means you just need to be a friend to yourself first, and make sure you’re taken care of... so you know... you can mentally exist to hang with your buds!
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captainfantasticspastic · 7 years ago
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Trust me Friend. Life doesn’t have the attention span to be that constant. You’re going to feel better and worse and everything in between, and there will be no counting on how long any of those chapters will last before your life decides to move on.
The one thing that you can count on is that you remain constant. Which means you will outlast any curveball life decides to throw at you.
Hang in there bud, it gets better.
im so scared the rest of my life is gonna feel like this
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fericita-s · 5 years ago
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AU where Agnarr rescues Iduna as the mist descends and she loses her memory. He takes her to Arendelle and keeps her past a secret from everyone including Iduna herself, thinking it will keep her safe. Thank you @the-spastic-fantastic​ for developing this with me through brainstorming, mutual all caps excitement, skillful editing, Elias’s and Mrs. Calder’s best lines, outlining help, and this amazing moodboard!
Rated M, 20K, to be posted in four parts.
Part One
“Say it.”
Agnarr looked at his friend, then back down to Iduna’s sleeping form on the overstuffed mattress tucked into the corner of a small room near the kitchen, meant for a servant.  There was nothing about it that resembled the homes or beds of the Northuldra.  But she wouldn’t remember that.
“I rescued her from a ship attacked by pirates, the only survivor.”
“And what will you do if she speaks Northuldra?” He brushed the hair away from Iduna’s cheek as he spoke, tracing his fingers along the bruise there that was already a deep purple.  He was more worried about the hard lump on the back of her head, but didn’t want to touch what was already so tender.  She had whimpered in her sleep when he had last tried to feel it for blood.
“Tell her she must speak in the tongue she hears from me.”
“Elias, you have to be sure of that. We passed bodies on the way here. The Northuldra traders who were in town, they’ve been murdered.  I will calm the chaos but it will take time. She must stay safe.  Burn her clothes and boots. Give her something of Linnea’s or Thea’s to wear. Please keep her safe.”
“I will. I swear, Agnarr.  My father too.”
“And if she remembers anything…” Agnarr trailed off, the urgency and horror of his previous statements still heavy in the air like smoke after a battle.  Like the mist around the stones.
Elias put a hand on Agnarr’s shoulder. “If she remembers anything, I’ll keep her quiet and we’ll get word to you.”
***
“The King is dead! Long live the King!”
Agnarr waved from the balcony and it was a chore to keep his face impassive and his arm steady. People were spread out in the courtyard below and he could even see sailors manning the rail on the ships in the harbor.  He looked up to the sloping hill of the fjord and saw families waving from roofs and upper windows with handkerchiefs in their hands. He waved to them all, dipping his head in acknowledgement, brief prayers on his lips for courage, for wisdom, for his kingdom, for the soul of his father, but most of all, for Iduna.
***
Iduna woke with the sensation of a scream unfinished on her tongue and smoke in her lungs.  She raised a hand to her tangled hair and felt a lump, pulsing with her heartbeat.  She groaned and the grimace brought a tight feeling to her cheek.  She put her other hand there and felt a tight knot.
“Oh! You’re awake! I’ll go run and fetch Father.  Stay still, the physician said you must.”
Iduna turned her head slowly to the sound of the voice, but only saw the swishing skirts of the speaker as they disappeared around the doorway.  The language was familiar, but not her own. And the bed was comfortable, but not her own. She felt the echo of shouting in her ears, and a wind whipping around her as the very earth shook and rolled beneath her.  As she stared at the ceiling, waiting for whoever the young woman had promised, her heart seized with all that she couldn’t recall. Where am I? What happened to me? An even more terrifying question gripped her. Who am I?
She opened her mouth and screamed.
***
“You must get married. The coronation soothed some fears, and your speech banning reprisals against the Northuldra showed your leadership and compassion, but the people are anxious.”
Agnarr sighed and nodded to Lord Hannesel.  “I understand. But alliances and diplomacy are delicate.  Father had several inquiries out, and nothing ever came of them. Marriages of State take time. I can’t imagine we can do this quickly.” He tensed, waiting to see what the council would say in response to that.  He didn’t say that the reason for the stagnating negotiations was his own refusal to enter into them.  His heart and his hand were already bound to Iduna in a ceremony all their own in the forest on a night when the northern lights danced their approval.
“You’re already twenty-five, Your Majesty.”  Captain Calder rubbed a hand over his eyes. “We could skip all that.”
Agnarr looked at him, wondering what he meant.  He knew he had to provide heirs, that it was the only way to make his small kingdom feel secure again after the mist closed off the north with the better part of their Army missing in the forest.  But until he could find a way to make Iduna his queen, he would not marry.
Elias said she remembered nothing but her name, and even that took two days before she could recall it with any certainty.  She was still physically recovering and his sixteen-year-old sister Linnea stayed with her throughout the day.  Iduna had insisted on doing housework to earn her keep but Linnea convinced her that it was an affront to the good name of Calder, and that she must recover slowly and at peace.
Agnarr was relieved that her memory was as altered as the trolls had said it would be.  If she didn’t know she was Northuldra, no one else would either.  She would stay safe.  But selfishly, he also mourned.  If she didn’t remember anything, she wouldn’t remember him.
He longed to hold her hand again as they watched a sunset from the top of a rocky cliff. The scent of cloudberries on her fingers as she pressed them to his lips, the wind softly wrapping them in a current of crisp air. To laugh over shared memories of how he had fallen into the river when they first met, how they stayed up talking by the village fire on summer nights as bright as noon.
Captain Calder cleared his throat and Agnarr realized his attention had wandered.  He nodded so the captain would continue. “My daughter loves the story I learned while sailing to France, of the king there who ordered a ball be hosted for his son the prince to find a bride.  All of the unmarried women in the kingdom were invited to meet the prince and his bride was selected from them.”
Lord Hannesel laughed, a short bark that startled the other council members. “It would allow us to avoid the delicate and months-long process of communicating with the other kingdoms. We can call it an act of healing for our land. We announce that to secure the line of Arendelle, the king will take a bride from our own kingdom.”
Captain Calder looked at Agnarr, asking permission.  He felt the eyes of the rest of the council as well.  He sighed.  “Fine.  Let’s proceed.”
As the council discussed plans for invitations and the proper way to communicate their intentions internationally, Agnarr stayed silent.  He thought of how his father might have run this meeting, eager to stoke the violence between Northuldra and Arendelle, still angry about Northuldra’s rejection of a dam and their resistance to formal relations even after seven years of emissaries and goodwill visits.  He felt a wave of relief and then one of guilt. Being free of his father was the only good that had come from the battle. And yet, it still did not allow him to be with Iduna.  The chaos had robbed her of her memory and thrust him into kingship.
He thought of how trying it would be to shake so many hands and dance with so many ladies while his heart longed for Iduna.  Perhaps he could find a way for her to attend, to make her his choice? He thought of sending a dress for Iduna, with a note that she was to wear it to the ball, a mystery as great as the presence of fairy godmothers on the continent.  They could be introduced and dance and no one would be suspicious if he chose the beautiful woman, recently rescued by the king’s best friend. Valencia had a princess who had washed up on their shore, and no one thought worse of Prince Erik for it. The council could even frame it as a sign of Arendelle’s strength - not needing to marry their king for a military alliance or riches.
His heart soared at the thought, but then he thought of Iduna unconscious in his arms, her head bruised and the troll’s hands over her, telling him that the price for her healing was her memory. How could he seek her out but not tell her who she was? How could he tell her who she was without putting her life in danger?
She was safe at the Calder’s house.  And as king, he would do all he could do ease the fear and anger his citizens had for Northuldra.  He would bring the leaders of the lynch mobs to justice, he would make it known that though their troops were trapped in the mist, it wasn’t clear that anyone had been killed besides his father. He would do all he could to keep her safe. And that would have to be enough.
****
Linnea tossed dresses out of the closet, a pile of brightly colored frocks that seemed to float before they fell onto the bed.
“See?  I have so many! Father always brings some home when he travels! So wherever you’re from, I bet there will be one in here that feels comfortable to you! And you simply must go to the ball.  You’ve been sad and lonely for too long. A ball is just the thing to lift your spirits.”
Linnea hugged one of the dresses to herself. It was a shade of pale yellow that made her dark hair and skin look even more striking than usual. Iduna reached to touch the silk of one dress, the muslin of another.  She rubbed the stiff boning of a petticoat that stood on the bed like the skirt itself was sitting down for a visit with them.
“I think…I don’t think I wore dresses.”
Linnea laughed. “What did you wear? Breeches? Pantaloons? I think your head must not be healed quite yet.”
Iduna shook her head, then gingerly touched it. “No, that’s not right either.” She sighed, frustrated.
“Time for tea then, and perhaps the krumkake I saw Mother hide away for Father. The ball isn’t for another week.  That’s plenty of time to find the outfit that will make the King mad with desire.”
***
The lanterns were lit from Market Square to the Castle Courtyard.  The black buntings and veils of mourning had been lifted in favor of sprays of crocuses and wheat, a reminder that Arendelle still stood, that it had a future of hope.
Agnarr kissed hands and said his greetings and danced with the ladies. He didn’t step on any toes and made sure the refreshments were well stocked and that he could guide them to the food when the affections of any particular woman became too much.
Because he didn’t plan to pick a bride tonight.  He could follow the direction of the council to host a ball, and he certainly owed a lot to Captain Calder. But he could not choose a queen while Iduna breathed the same air, was in the same city, while she needed him in ways she didn’t even know and he needed her in a million ways he could name but didn’t because they had to remain strangers.  If she came tonight he planned to nod, smile, and look elsewhere for a dance partner.
But then he saw her.
She was on the arm of Captain Calder, Elias behind them with his fiancée Thea, and Linnea linking arms with her mother next to them.  The herald announced them all together as “The Calder Family and Guests!”  The orchestra played a merry tune and he was vaguely aware of Lord Hannesel at his elbow, complaining about a missive he had received from the Southern Isles.  Agnarr left him and walked toward Iduna, an unsteady feeling in him like the first time he climbed with the Earth Giants’ help. He bowed to her and ignored Elias’s eyes, certain they held warnings or judgement or both.  She didn’t curtsey until Linnea whispered in her ear, and then stumbled through it, her cheeks reddening and her movements awkward.  Agnarr was relieved to see that her face was no longer bruised.  He held out a hand and she placed hers in his.
“Welcome to the Kingdom of Arendelle.  I was so glad to hear of your rescue and recovery.”
Iduna attempted a curtsey again, this time more fluid in her motion. “Thank you, Your Highness. I’m most grateful to the Calders.”
The sounds of the orchestra swelled, or perhaps it was his own heart, but soon his hands were on her hand and waist, asking her for a dance and she placed hers on his shoulders in reply. Their eyes met and he saw her deep intake of breath.  Did she remember? Was she remembering? She faltered in her steps.
“Would you mind if we sat down for a bit? I find I’m tired quite quickly these days, perhaps my injuries aren’t as healed as I had hoped.”
Agnarr apologized immediately, hating himself for not noticing her struggle.  He walked them past the refreshment table and saw Elias dancing with Thea, his adoring eyes so focused on her that he didn’t see Agnarr escort Iduna away from the dancing crowds.  He led her to a private garden where he ushered her to a bench by a pool of water.  As she sat down, she kicked off her shoes and sighed.
“You’ve heard of me I suppose? The house guest who was rescued from pirates? I’m afraid I don’t remember the daring tale of my rescue, or anything else for that matter.” She laughed, and he was relieved that her laughter sounded like he remembered, not tinged with bitterness. “I’m probably the least interesting person to talk to here tonight.  I know absolutely nothing about Arendelle or its ports or its trade or its harvest or even about the frightful sea battle I survived that would surely be a good tale.  I know nothing that could intrigue you or capture your interest. I hardly know what I find interesting!”
He couldn’t help it.  He reached for her hand and squeezed.  “Then you’re the perfect person to talk to.  Everyone else here is vying for my attention and a proposal.  It’s exhausting.  Perhaps we can talk for a while?”
She smiled, and it was like he could breathe again. The wind rushed around them and for a moment he thought she remembered too.
“Yes, let’s.”
He wanted to clutch her to his chest and murmur words of love, to run fingers through her hair, once wild. Instead he squeezed her hand and said “Good.  Now tell me. Does Elias sneak out to meet Thea at night as much as his mother fears?”
She laughed again and he thought how wonderful it was to hear his favorite sound in the world once more.
***
When the clock struck midnight, they were still talking. She jumped at the chimes and put a hand to her cheek.  “Oh! The Calders planned to leave now.  I should go find them. I still don’t know the kingdom well, I would surely be lost if I left on my own.”
Agnarr reached down to where she had kicked off her shoes, bending low to pick them up.  He kneeled in front of her with the shoe in his hand. “May I?”
Iduna untucked her feet from under her skirts and soon his hand was on her heel and ankle, gently placing the shoe on one foot and then the other. Iduna shivered a bit and he realized he was still holding her foot, still looking in her eyes.  He stood.
“Are your shoes not comfortable, that you take them off when you sit down?”
She stood as well, taking his proffered arm. “The Calders are kind and had new shoes made for me.  But they feel strange on my feet.  I’m not sure where I’m from or what shoes I used to wear, but I am certain they weren’t dancing slippers made of canvas and covered in satin.”
“Perhaps you would allow me to take you to the cobbler, to have some others made.  Reindeer hide boots are a specialty here, and I would like for you to see the best of Arendelle.”
Iduna smiled, ducking her head, a redness to her cheeks as she answered. “I believe I already have.”
***
Agnarr took Iduna to the cobbler the following day, on a tour of the wheat fields the next, and to examine the clock tower from the inside on the third.  Elias gave him looks of warning each time he came to call on her at the house, but Agnarr was adept at using his guards or his schedule as a means to avoid the conversation that Elias clearly wanted to have with him.  He knew it was a conversation he should at least have with himself – What are you doing? How can this end well? Shouldn’t you let her build a new life here, apart from you? Apart from the havoc your people have brought upon hers? But when he was with Iduna, it was like breathing the air again after suffocating. He told himself he was making sure she was acclimating well, that he had her best interests at heart.  That he was fulfilling vows they had made to each other.
On the fourth day, he was prevented from calling on her because of a council meeting.  He had arranged for the castle kitchens to send chocolates and farikal and arrived at the meeting late after agonizing over what kind of a note to send with the basket. 
“Congratulations, Your Majesty!” Lord Hannesel greeted him with a clap on the back and a large smile.  “We’re already drafting the announcements.”
Captain Calder puffed up proudly.  “I’m delighted to know that my suggestion worked.  And with our own houseguest as the bride! What a lovely and lucky girl.  Linnea sighs all day over the romance of it all.”
Agnarr stuttered in his reply, unsure of what to say. “N – no, I haven’t…”
Lord Hannesel clapped a hand on his back again.  “King Agnarr, we promised the people – we promised the world - that you would find a bride.  And it seems you have.  You spent the entire evening with one young woman, and have seen her every day since.  If you haven’t asked her yet, you should.”
Other business was discussed, but Agnarr could hardly pay attention.  He could marry Iduna! The council wanted him to marry Iduna! But just as quickly as the joy rose in his chest, a dark cloud of fear covered it and pushed it down. How could he marry her when she didn’t remember who he was? Who they had been and still were to each other?
***
Agnarr and Captain Calder went to the captain’s house as soon as the meeting ended, the words of congratulations ringing in Agnarr’s ears. He found Iduna sitting outside in the garden with Linnea, who was quickly ushered away by her father. Agnarr sat down next to Iduna and after a moment’s hesitation, took her hand.  He felt braver at the touch.  Iduna squeezed it and smiled at him.
“I like this house.  I would like a home that feels this way. It’s so full of love and affection. I hope I had this once.  And I hope to have it again.”
Agnarr gripped her hand more tightly and cleared his throat. “I would like that too.  With you.  If you are not yet recovered, we can wait.  I will wait for you.  But I want to give you that - a home with love and affection. Would you- would you marry me?” His voice caught as he said the words, remembering the Northuldra wedding they had witnessed together, how Iduna had whispered the translation to him and he had been filled with the desire to say those words to her in front of their own fathers, to promise her a warm fire and heavy furs, plentiful food in winter and a hand to hold in the summer sun. How he had asked her to marry him later that night and she had hugged him so tightly it knocked both of them over, their laughter echoing through the trees and causing a rush of ptarmigan and quail to hurry out of the brush, roused by the sound of her shouting “Yes!”.
Iduna reached for his other hand and squeezed it too.  “Yes.  I would like that. I would like that very much.” She leaned forward and he was amazed that the heat of her body, the scent of her, was the same even so far from the forest.  He tried to erase his memory, to make it vanish like soldiers in the mist, to make this their first passionate kiss.  He tried to think of this as the first time he found bliss with her lips on his, the sweetness and thrill of it so welcome after weeks of fear and terror. But he remembered being in a cave by a quiet stream, words said solemnly in handfast, his body covering hers, both eager in the pledge and the promise of it.  A vow he would never break, but would renew time and time again. 
***
There was so much about her identity that was uncertain. She didn’t know her favorite dessert or how to take her tea, which hymn to select for the ceremony. But this she knew.  She wanted to be his wife.  It was almost like remembering.  The feel of his hand in hers, the press of their lips; his every touch felt both thrilling and reassuring. Sometimes when she was with him, she had half-memories of the time before her injury. The sensation of leaning into his body as they walked underneath the trees brought back a sense of comfort and peace, the wind swirling leaves around their feet brought a rush of joy and the desire to run and feel the strong gusts of it against her face. But even though those memories couldn’t have been of him or made with him, they made her feel closer to him somehow.
Linnea was enchanted by the news, clapping her hands and falling back on her bed with a sigh.  “What a way to start your new life – Queen Iduna! Perhaps I should see about getting some pirates to help with my matchmaking!”
Elias hadn’t seemed pleased, but then, nothing much pleased him as he grew increasingly eager to wed his fiancée.  He was probably just upset that the royal wedding was taking place so quickly while his engagement had been set at a year, a request from Thea’s parents so they could set up a new house for them as dowry.
She couldn’t explain to Linnea or Elias that she wasn’t excited to be queen, that it was a bit overwhelming to help lead a country when she still wasn’t sure which one she was even from.  But the safety and attraction she felt for Agnarr defied all logic.  Why was she so eager to take his hand, to talk in the moonlight until the first rays of sun reflected on the sea and he had to hurry to the castle to prepare for meetings and petitions and ceremonies?  She wasn’t sure who she was, but she felt the most like herself when she was with him.
Mrs. Calder had urged her to live in the present since she couldn’t remember her past.  She had encouraged her affections for Agnarr after the ball, though she told her she would always be welcome at their home as a daughter, and that she should only marry the king if she wanted to.  Mrs. Calder also spoke of the good man Agnarr was, and how she had similarly trusted the kindness of her husband before she had known him very long, watching how he treated his sailors and her family while conducting trade. She talked about growing up in Trinidad, not accepted into society fully, not fully rejected. And how sailing to a completely new country was both a thrill and a terror, but one that led her to much happiness.  At the end of their talk she had hugged Iduna tightly and told her to call her by her name, Elsa. Iduna thought This is a mother’s love.
***
The Calders hosted a small dinner for the royal couple the night before the kingdom-wide wedding and celebration the following day.  Elias had taken Agnarr by the arm and dragged him into the shadows before letting him come into the house.
“Ag, you know this is crazy, right? You have to tell her.  Tell her who she is and who you are to each other. Tell her about your secret marriage and your plan to make your father accept it.”
Agnarr shrugged him off, looking around him. “Don’t speak of that! It is still not safe for her.” He hissed in a low voice, glancing at his guard who stood nearby, hopefully out of hearing, but watching the pair with open curiosity.  “What else can I do? The council demands that I wed.  Is it better to marry someone I don't love while I still love Iduna? Doesn't that ruin an innocent life?  Three lives?"
Elias shook his head.  “I just know it’s wrong.  It’s a hard way to start a marriage.  Or in this case, continue one.”
Agnarr was firm.  “I have to marry for the kingdom now.  And she is the only one I will marry.  There is no time for anything else. I can fix this. It won’t be a secret forever.”
Despite Elias’s cold welcome, the dinner was filled with laughter and joyful teasing.  Mrs. Calder lamented that there was going to be one less person in the house to help her prevent Elias from sneaking out for nightly visits to Thea’s house.
“I promise you, Elias, if I have a grandchild born one minute before nine months after your wedding, the full wrath of the Arendelle navy will be dispatched upon you.”
Captain Calder choked a bit on his wine, laughing. “What’s that dear?”
Linnea tried a sip of the wine and made a face.  “Oh Mother, please.  We know Elias was born on a ship while you and Father sailed to Arendelle from Trinidad.  You didn’t even make it to port for the wedding reception!”
Thea and Elias laughed, Agnarr and Iduna joining in with hands clasped under the table.  Mrs. Calder put a hand to her chest in an exaggerated gesture of horror. "We were married on the ship! The wedding reception was just a formality to celebrate what had already happened on the ship!"
Linnea snorted. “Oh, we know what already happened on the ship!”
***
Later, when Elias walked Thea home and Agnarr walked with Iduna in the garden, he pulled at his collar, adjusted his sleeves and let go of her hand to wipe the sweat on his jacket. “I’m sure you’ve heard talk of heirs and securing the line of succession, but I want you to know that I don’t expect that, certainly not tomorrow on our wedding night.   We can wait until your memory returns, or until you feel more settled.  Or…uh…never.” He raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. “I am happy to continue holding your hand and remaining your friend. I’m sure this has all been so much.  We have time to get to know each other and for you to get to know yourself.”
Iduna again had that half-remembering sensation, hands joined and kisses on skin, promises and the trust of a long friendship. “I don’t want to wait.  I would love to start a family with you.  To have children.  It would make me feel less alone, like I have a place here.” Agnarr put a hand on her cheek and she nestled into it, a heavy sigh of satisfaction escaping like smoke from the hearth.
“You will always have a place with me.”
Iduna closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his hand on her cheek, but then opened them as a thought came to her. "I don't even know if I'm a virgin. I know I’m not...with child. That has been made quite clear in this past month. But I can’t tell you about my past at all.  I don’t know what’s expected of a queen, but I know purity is."
Agnarr pulled her closer, tucking his chin above her head, his hand running up and down her spine, calming her. “It doesn't matter.”  His hands paused and he corrected himself. “I mean, of course it matters, your life and experiences matter. But I will cherish you no matter your past. Even if you were a pirate. I've pledged myself to you and I meant it.”
She laughed at that and they walked back inside, ready to make promises in front of the kingdom.
***
He brought a bottle of wine into their bedchamber, but she waved it off.
“My head has already been too altered.  I want to know all of this, all of you, and to remember it clearly.”
She turned her back to him and when he stayed at the door, clutching the wine glasses and bottle, still and uncertain, she spoke over her shoulder.  “Help me with the fastenings.”  He could see  the slight flush in her cheeks.  It was a more enthralling red than the Bordeaux in his hands, one that was already sharpening his senses rather than dulling them.
“The maids put me in this dress; I don’t know how to get out of it.”
He set down the glasses and the wine and walked towards her slowly, deliberately,  pausing at her sharp intake of breath when he put a hand on her shoulder.  He kissed her there, and then began on the buttons that ran the length of her back. He moved cautiously, unfamiliar with the pearl buttons, not wanting to tear the lace fasteners, and waiting for her breath to sound even and calm.  He kissed her each time a button was undone – on her shoulder, on her neck, on her ear and paused when she shuddered.  He smiled faintly.  That had always been her favorite spot and it comforted him to know it still pleased her.  When he got to her waist he untied the strings of her petticoats, his fingers working the knots while he nuzzled his head into her neck.  He whispered into her ear.
“Should I keep going?”
“I think I can step out of it now.”  Her voice had a husky quality that he recalled too keenly, its effect on him immediate.
He helped her slide the dress over her hips, the yards of silk and heavy layers falling away and she shivered as it pooled on the ground. She turned to face him and shivered again, a tremble that ran the length of her body. She stood in her chemise, hugging herself tightly, and there was a moment when they were both very still and quiet, looking at one another. Agnarr was trying to control his breathing, to keep any expression of the desperate want he felt off his face, determined not to frighten her. He put out a hand and she took it and stepped out of the dress.
“Are you alright?”  He swallowed.
She nodded. “Yes.  Just cold.  Warm me?”
He reached to cup her cheek with his hand and she turned her mouth to kiss it, then took it and placed it on her chest, holding it so he could feel her.  His heartbeat quickened.
“I like when you touch me.”  Her voice was soft and he was unable to tear his gaze from her mouth.  To feel anything more than her heat burning through the thin cloth that separated him from her skin.   “You don’t have to be so slow.  I want this too.”
His intention had been to go slowly, to just sleep with her in his arms, to ease her through their transition from acquaintances to newlyweds.  But the smell of her hair and the curve of her body against his all night was no longer enough.  He wanted this too.  He had ached for it ever since he had been told she was safe and whole, save her memory.  He had missed the comfort of her warmth and the wordless, gentle love and acceptance she had communicated through their act of joining together during their Before.
He moved closer and kissed her, running his tongue along her lips and then breaking away to kiss all the places he knew would earn a shudder of pleasure, a gasp of excitement, a plea for more. He could prevent his words from betraying that he knew her, but their bodies spoke to each other in a primal way that was heady and familiar. Mouths found favorite places to kiss and nip, hands instinctively knew where to gently press or tightly grip.  They turned as they kissed, rotating towards the bed and soon the back of his knees hit against it.  He lifted her up and laid her down, then undid his buttons before joining her there.
Later, with her head on his bare chest and his arm around her waist, she stroked his arm and said something that made his heart remember what he had tried to forget.
“I don't think I could have done that before. I surely would have remembered.”
***
“How the fuck is she already pregnant, Agnarr?”
Agnarr looked at Elias. His friend’s mouth was in a tight line, no smile in his eyes.  “The usual way.”
“Does she know? Did you tell her?”
Agnarr’s silence was the answer and Elias hit the table in frustration.
“Don’t forget, I’m your king.”
“Yes, you’re my king.  And a much better man than your father, or so I thought.  Is there something about the crown that makes you forget other people have feelings worth considering? Should I be impressed you waited until her injuries were healed before you took her to bed?” He scoffed, derision dripping from his voice. “Such self-restraint.”
Agnarr glared at him. “She was eager to start a family.  I didn’t pressure her.  She wanted this too.”
“This is wrong.  And it gets worse each day you don’t tell her.  The lie grows bigger and when your wife finds out, the lie will be so big between you, you won’t even be able to see each other over the chasm it created. You can’t let Iduna think you don’t know her, that she doesn’t know you.”
Agnarr’s face again took on the familiar lines Elias knew, ones of worry and self-doubt and concern. “But she doesn’t know me.”
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On walks in the woods and the gardens he had to pretend he didn’t know which smells she’d like best or which animal she would delight in spotting the most.  And it was a pang in his heart each time she had to be told the names of trees and flowers and herbs once so familiar to her that she could brew tea with them, create a poultice, play a prank with itchy nettles on her interfering brothers.
It was easier, now that she was pregnant.  Everything was new to both of them.  Her cravings, the way her body grew and changed, the names they discussed, the fluttering of kicks and the wonder of a life forming inside of her.  A new world was opening before them and they could enter it at the same time, equally novice, equally eager, equally delighted to turn two into three.
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dylinski · 5 years ago
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The Sexapades of Stiles Stilinski
Jackson
Warnings: Mild smut, angst, cussing, oral (male receiving)
Relationships: Stiles Stilinski/Jackson Whittmore
Word Count: 2529
Author: @dylan-obrien-fanblog
A/N: Was a little hesitant to actually start this series and post anything for it. but thanks to the amazing @daisyxbuckley (who is just, the greatest) she convinced me to post it. You should definitely check out her work too. Its fantastic. (:
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Middle school is the worst, except for kids who are popular. Stiles Stilinski wasn’t necessarily popular, but people liked him and he had a lot of friends. His best friends were Scott and Jackson, but that was until Jackson’s parents told him he was adopted. When they came back from summer break in 7th grade he was a different person, emotionally and physically. This was the first time Stiles had noticed another boys appearance. He never thought about liking boys or girls, it was just always about Lydia. He didn’t feel the way he did for her about anyone, but when he saw Jackson and his newfound muscles, he sure as hell made him feel something.
“Stiles! Are you even listening to me?” Scott bellowed in annoyance at his oblivious friend.
“Huh? What? Sorry, I wasn’t listening.” Stiles responded without averting his eyes from Jackson sitting with his friends at lunch. “Obviously.” Scott rolled his eyes and carried on the conversation with Julia at the lunch table as Stiles still seemed distracted.
It was more than Jackson’s body that appealed to him, he also made him curious. With Stiles, when he couldn’t figure something out, he sure as fuck researched and detected the shit out of it until he did. He was going to figure out why this boy suddenly ditched him and Scott, put up walls and basically became an asshole.
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Stiles was pretty athletic himself, but usually lagged behind so that Scott wouldn’t feel so bad because of his asthma. Thankfully, today wasn’t too strenuous so they wouldn’t fall behind with the rest of the class.
“Today we’re playing dodgeball,” Mr. Richards announced to the class of youngsters. A mixture of cheering and booing filled the gym. “Team Captains are Jackson and Samantha. Pick your teams.”
Stiles had the biggest smile on his face since he absolutely loved dodgeball. It was the only time being skinny and fast came in handy, plus the bonus of being able to chuck rubber balls at people for the hell of it. Scott felt differently since he was slow. “Don’t worry bud, I got you. Think of me as your guardian angel.”
“How are you going to guard me? Your a stick.” Scott gestured to the boy standing in front of him.
“Stiles curled in his lips and squinted at his friend, “Yes, I’m aware of that. That makes it harder for them to hit me.”
“Yeah. And easier for them to hit me.”
“Scott, for once in your life, could you stop complaining and try to be at least semi-optimistic?” 
While arguing, they had hardly noticed that everyone had been divided up into teams already.
“Do I really have to take the losers?” Jackson whined as he pointed to the duo.
“This is your fault, you know? Nerd by association. Dragging me down to your nerd depths.” Stiles rambled on as they added themselves to the crowd of kids designated the green team. 
Each group spread themselves out on either side of the gym with a line of balls separating them. Stiles lingered around Scott in case he needed him at a moments notice. The teacher blew the whistle and everyone dived for the rubber spheres. Stiles was able to get one and spastically threw it at no particular person in the direction of the other team. He must have hit someone because he soon heard a whine afterwards.
Doing his own little dance to himself, he heard an all too familiar yelp from behind him. Scott was on the ground and had obviously been knocked out. He rushed over to his friend and helped him up. “At least you don’t have to worry about playing now.” Scott glared at the boy and stomped off to the sidelines that were filling up fast.
Soon there were a handful of players left on either team. Stiles, Jackson, and another girl were on the green team and Samantha with Julia and Marcus were on the blue team. Everyone had a ball and they were in the middle of a standoff. If one ball was thrown, the rest would fly soon after in a mess of plastic.
Julia was the first to toss her ball and it hit the other girl on their team. Stiles threw his just as Jackson happened to step in front of him. Almost immediately, he whirled around to the lanky kid with a look he had never seen on his old friend before. He took the dodgeball in his own grip and hurled it at Stiles, hitting him directly in the face, echoing a “plunk”. Everyone winced at the sight as it knocked him to the ground.
“BLUE TEAM WINS.” The teacher broke the silence of children beholding the pain that befell Stiles.
The teacher had taken Stiles to the nurse to make sure his nose wasn’t broken and then she gave him a bag of ice for his face. He returned to the now empty locker rooms to change out of his gym clothes. He groaned as he removed the ice, a bruise now forming around his right eye. He opened his locker but it was immediately shut by a fuming Jackson before he could retrieve his clothes.
“What the hell was that?”
“What the hell was that? What the hell was this?” Stiles motioned his long fingers to his now swollen eye.
Jackson grabbed the boy and threw him against the locker, caging him with his arms. “That was you getting exactly what you deserved.” Jackson practically spat in his face.
“I think you're slightly overestimating the severity of the situation.” Stiles winced as Jackson growled at his retort, obviously unhappy with the sarcasm. “Look man. I just threw the ball and you stepped in front of it. Okay? I wasn’t trying to hit you.” Stiles could feel Jackson’s breath on his face as he assumed the muscular boy was contemplating whether to believe him or not.
Jackson must have taken him for his word since he took a step back, allowing Stiles to ease off the wall of lockers. Jackson left, a look of anger still lingering on his face. Stiles sighed with relief that he didn’t have to go home to his father with two black eyes. He turned to his locker, opening it for a second time and pulled out his school clothes. Thinking he was alone, he began to strip his clothes off.
Jackson hid in the shadows, watching the tall kid as he began to remove his clothes. He wasn’t trying to be a peeping tom, but his anger got the best of him. He was waiting around, still not entirely sure if he was going to beat the shit out of the little bitch or not. Before he realized it, the kid was completely naked in front of his eyes. He found himself scraping over the boys body, covered in moles just like his face. While the boy was tall and skinny, he hid muscle under his clothes.
He hadn’t talked to him in over a year, so all he could do was assume the kid had joined a sports team outside of school or was active in some sort of way. His rage subsided and embarrassment filled his cheeks as he realized he was staring at a naked Stiles. He ran off from the boy’s locker room before he saw much else aside from his backside.
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Two weeks passed after the dodgeball incident and Stiles was more intrigued than ever since Jackson had been avoiding him. He would bully Stiles constantly and he was half expecting for the abuse to be worse since he accidentally hit him with the dodgeball, but nothing.
Stiles was able to find out that something did happen last year around the time that Jackson stopped talking to him which must have been the trigger. No one knew what happened and supposedly Jackson would freak out anytime someone tried to talk to him about it. Stiles being Stiles was going to ask anyways, he just needed to wait for the right moment.
Apparently that moment came when Jackson had been excused to use the restroom. Stiles raised his hand with excitement and the teacher rolled his eyes.
“Yes, Mr. Stilinski. What is it now?”
“I need to go to the bathroom.”
“Mr. Whittmore just left, you’ll have to wait your turn.” The teacher turned to continue the lecture, assuming the conversation was done.
“But I reeeeeeeeeally need to go.” Stiles persisted. Turning back to the spastic child with annoyance, the teacher stared him down. “If I have to wait, I think I might have to take a dump here.” Stiles added strain to his voice, as if he was struggling to hold it all in. He jumped up and clench his butt cheeks and then proceeded to grab his ass as if everything was going to fall out.
The teacher was furious and tired of the child's antics. “I don’t get paid enough for this.” He mumbled under his breath as he motioned for the over active child to leave. Stiles then proceeded to waddle out of the room while holding his ass, keeping up the illusion that no one was believing.
As soon as he entered the hall, he shifted into a hustle to meet Jackson in the bathroom. He entered the restroom but found silence. He peeked into each stall and found the last one to be locked. He ducked his head down and saw someone sitting on the floor in the stall. “Jackson? Is that you?”
The person behind the door sniffed as if they had been crying which was then followed by shuffling as they stood up. Jackson opened the door with a hard look on his face, “What do you want asshat?”
Realizing that Jackson had been upset, Stiles changed his demeanor from curiosity to sincerity. “I wanted to see if you were okay.” While he had not originally known the state of his classmate, the statement was still true.
“I’m fine.” Jackson shot back, pushing past Stiles as he stood in the doorframe of the stalls.
“Well you don’t seem f--” Stiles was cut off Jackson pushed him back into the stall door.
“I SAID IM FINE.”
“Well this seems to be a habit,” Stiles scoffed more to himself than Jackson for the position he found himself in. His comment only infuriated Jackson more. Stiles face wasn’t fearful like it had been before. This time he showed sympathy and concern as he could see the pain in Jackson’s eyes.
Jackson felt vulnerable and naked by the way the mole speckled boy was looking at him, reminding him of the way Stiles would have probably felt had he known Jackson was watching him when he changed. He furrowed his brow in thought, springing a look of confusion on Stiles’ face. Before either of them realized what was happening, Jackson had slammed his lips down onto Stiles’. With his eyes wide open and filled with shock, he pushed the sad boy from his lips.
“Jackson, what the fuck are you doing?” 
Jackson’s eyes and face fell in sadness, but as he looked back up to Stiles, his eyes were filled with lust. “Shut up you little shit.” He went back in to kiss him again.
Still riddled with confusion, Stiles found himself dumbfounded and trying to process what was happening as he kissed Jackson back. Jackson began to sink to his knees as he looked up at the skinny boy through his lashes. “Wha….what are you doi...AH.” Stiles fumbled his words as Jackson popped the button on his pants and pulled out his slightly erect penis. He looked down at the boy and discovered he liked seeing his cock stroked by him. 
Stiles threw his head back at the feeling of fingers other than his own around his cock. A new sensation riddled his body, causing him to fling his arms out for balance as Jackson took him in his mouth. His mouth hung agape as he could feel the pressure build up inside him. The way Jackson moved his tongue in circles around his head, then taking him fully in while stroking the shaft that couldn’t fit. Jackson reached up, touching his stomach under his shirt and slid his hand around to his back. He pulled him into his mouth as deep as he could and Stiles grabbed the back of his head, lacing his fingers in his hair. Feeling himself hit the back of his throat was all he needed to meet his release.
The pressure left him and flowed into Jackson’s mouth in spurts. Jackson took all of his cum in his mouth and swallowed. He stood up and went to the sink, washing his mouth out and leaving Stiles standing there with his limp cock out and pants around his ankles. Still not entirely sure what just happened, he threw his pants on and found himself for the first time in his life, speechless.
“What the fuck was that?” He finally managed to scrape together after he came down from his high. Jackson turned around, looking angrier than he had ever seen him. “What’s with the face?”
Suddenly his face turned from anger to sadness, the same sadness that had shown when Stiles found him. “Today is a year.” Unaware he could become more confused than he already was, Stiles proved himself wrong.
“I can’t read your mind. You have to elaborate.” Stiles gestured upwards, speaking with his hands as he always does.
“A year ago today, my parents….” Stiles brows furrowed with concern as he could see Jackson struggling to say the words. “They told me I was adopted.” Stiles eyes grew so wide that he thought they might pop out. “I was already struggling with who I was as a person, but now I have absolutely no idea who I am. They won’t tell me anything about them or why they gave me up. They said they want to wait until I’m older.” Stiles began to approach his friend, but he jerked away before he could rest a hand on his shoulder.
Suddenly, Jackson’s look changed again. He glared at Stiles with a hard stare. “If you tell anyone...about any of this, I will kill you.” Jackson then stormed out of the bathroom.
“Oh, I have no doubt about that.” Stiles spoke sarcastically to himself as he now found himself alone. He looked into the mirror as he lost himself in his thoughts, trying to decipher what just happened as well as process the new information. He wanted to be there for his friend, but being pushed away was making it really hard. Being the relentless tidal wave of ambition that he was, he’d be damned if he’d let that stop him. You never give up on someone, especially someone who is hurting. Stiles knew that hurt all too well. He had lost his mom a couple years ago, but Jackson lost both of his and he never even knew them. He was going to research the shit out of this new mystery and maybe bring some peace and identity to Jackson.
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smokeybrandreviews · 5 years ago
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Smokey brand Movie Reviews: I’m In Lesbians With You
It occurs to me that i don’t have a proper review of Scott Pilgrim on here. I really should work through the current backlog of films that i still need to watch; Uncut Gems, The Lighthouse, Parasite, Ready or Not, but i f*cking love Scott and his shenanigans so... Scott Pilgrim it is! Considering how much i love this film and the fact that I’m just going to be gushing about it for however long this review is, let’s just get this out of the way immediately: Scott Pilgrim vs. The World is an excellent movie and you should go watch it right now!
The Outstanding
Yo, before anything, can i just express how much i adore this f*cking soundtrack? My taste in music is varies wildly but, at it’s core, my heart beats for the Indie and the New Wave and the Post Punk. For this soundtrack to be packed with so much excellent, underground, indie fair? Oh, my goodness! It’s musical sex to me. Shout out to Nigel Godrich. Motherf*cker did the best of jobs on this one!
Even more than that, the way all of this music is integrated in each scene s absolutely brilliant. There’s not one note out of place or out of line. It’s rare that happens, so deftly that i actually recognize it. Usually, it’s all background noise to accentuate whatever scene but i legit took in everything.
While on the subject of music, i want to take a minute to acknowledge the sound design as a whole. Scott Pilgrim is based on a graphic novel, which i also love, so there is a rather kinetic energy that needs to be conveyed. It’s chock full of all the spastic nonsense us Millennials grew up with like Mario token sound effects and obscure cartoon references. Integrating certain sound effects like the random game noises here or there is absolute brilliance. It lends an air of authenticity to this adaption.
While i can gush about all of the audible genius for years, i would be remiss if i didn’t speak on the goddamn eye candy of this film. Holy sh*t is thing gorgeous! And not just the Evil Ex set pieces, even though those are absolute chaotic bad-assery, this entire film is a work of art. It really is. You can frame almost every shot in this thing, it’s that gorgeous.
Speaking of gorgeous, these costumes are amazing. A lot of them are ripped right out of the comic but they’re like, real clothes. Nothing feels cartoony or comic book-ish, it all feels organic to the tone of film and characters therein. Like, i wear the same kind of sh*t Scott wears. It’s all graphic tees and jeans with me, much to the chagrin of my darling missus.
The writing in this flick is absolutely brilliant. Like, seriously, nothing feels out of place, the dialogue feels organic, and the plot is a pretty decent condensing of the graphic novels original six volumes. I have interactions like these with my friends. I legitimately talk like this. Of course, there is a little polish on some of these line but, overall, it’s pretty on point.
All of this standout awesome can be traced back to the vision of it’s director, Edgar Wright. No one believed in this little experiment so he had carte blanche to create whatever he wanted and he did just that. You can tell there was a real love for this material and while not everything from the books made it into the movie, he did an excellent job of capturing the major beats and important aspects with his absolute mad style of movie making.
The cast in this thing is weirdly perfect. All of them. Every one of them. Seriously, it’s like a who’s who of young Hollywood from way back when, almost all of whom have grown into proper A-list talent and i love it! Alison Pill, Anna Kendrick, Jason Schwartzmen, Ellen Wong, Brandon Routh, and Mae Whitman are all excellent in their respective roles. There are, of course, standouts but before i get to them, i just what to acknowledge how great the casting is, overall, in this movie. You can feel the comradery onset and it’s reflected in the fact that there are no weak performances, at all, in this flick. F*ck, dude, there’s even a Thomas Jane and Clifton Collins cameo in this thing that feels absolutely at home!
This film would be nothing without the right person in the lead. Scott Pilgrim is a neuritic, self-centered, anxiety ridden, asshole of person but still lovable in a very dry and sarcastic kind of way. There are very few that can capture that energy so when i found out Michael Cera as cast in the lead, i knew this movie was in good hands. Every movie i have ever seen him in, Cera carries that energy expertly. He is he living embodiment of Scott Pilgrim. Like, this is MCU levels of casting, for real.
The second role you had to nail to make this work was definitely Ramona Flowers. You had a little more leeway with this one but i think they still nailed it with Mary Elizabeth Winstead. I’ve been a fan of hers since way back when she was in Sky High (I actually love that movie SO much) and even further back with The Ring Two, but that’s more a deep cut than anything. Anyway, Mary is perfect as Ramona and one of the best things about this movie.
So the performances of the Evil Exes are spectacular, Particularly Schwartzman’s. His Gideon Graves was just so smarmy and condescending and disingenuous you couldn’t help but hate his guts. Dude was awesome, no doubt, but he was outshined by what Chris Evan was able to create with Lucas Lee. That’s right, Captain America himself was in Scott Pilgrim as the first Evil Ex and he f*cking killed it! I’ve loved Evans for years. Not Another Teen Movie is actual one of my favorites and he was easily the best thing about those first two Fantastic Four films but you can see him shine in this role, even if it was only a few minutes.
It’s no secret i love Brie Larson. I’ve raved about her performances in the past but it was this movie that made me take notice. Her interpretation of Envy Adams was pitch perfect. It’s melodramatic and over-the-top but at the same time, incredibly vulnerable. Natalie has one hell of an arc in the book and it’s a little short-changed in the movie, but Larson makes gold with what she has to work with. Plus, she actually performs the cover to Metric’s Black Sheep. Those are her vocals and i find that to be absolutely dope.
Of course, you can’t talk about Scott Pilgrim without talking about his gay roommate, Wallace Wells. Dude is one of the best characters in the book and is an absolute scene stealer n this film, thanks to the deft hand of Kieran Culkin. It’s hard for me to praise gay character in cinema because cats always right them as caricature but Culkin’s Wells feels real and grounded, none of that Hollywood gay bullsh*t. Dude is a person that just happens to be gay and i love that.
And last but not least, Aubrey Plaza. There’s a little picture of Julie Powers that is the spitting image of Plaza. Like, her casting is as perfect as Scott’s casting. Seriously, she is what Michael Cera is to Pilgrim. It’s rare a cast in a film is so goddamn perfect. Even the MCU has had some missed but literally every one in this film is absolutely prefect and Plaza might be best of all.
Also, all of the LGBT representation. While the movie didn’t capture all of the many, many, sexual presentations, they didn’t shy away from some of the most prominent. Pilgrim’s roommate Wallace Wells, is extra gay and he has a myriad of boyfriends throughout both the book and film. Nothing too graphic, but there are scenes with them in bed and one pretty heavy make-out sessions early in the film. Hell, they even included Ramona’s one female Ex, Roxy Richter, in one of the best Evil Ex fights of the entire movie. Bravo film, bravo.
The Verdict
I said this in the beginning and just in case the previous gushing didn’t give you a clue, Scott Pilgrim vs. The World is a f*cking great film, man. It stands on it’s own as a wonderful coming of age story but it’s so much more than that. It’s a love story to music. It’s one of the best comic adaptions i have ever seen. It’s an ode to the Millennial coming-of-age journey. It’s a nostalgia bomb for kids my age, who did sh*t like play video games all day then spend all night in coffee shops that had live music and f*cking waffles. It’s an amazing representation, and unique presentation, of those early twenties when you aren’t sure of yourself or your direction or anything and you just want to drift through life for as long as possible. It’s heartbreak and new love and learning about who you are, deep down, not some shallow representation or facade. I love Scott Pilgrim because it tells a great story. It tells MY story. And it does it with a banging ass soundtrack, too.
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zonamievents · 7 years ago
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ZoNami Analysis: The Orange Island Arc and First Impressions!
Hello everyone! Welcome to my new series of posts, where I discuss every Zoro and Nami moment to have ever occurred in the entire series of One Piece. Any scene can merely be friendly, but perhaps we can uncover a hint of something more between them as we go through it all? Let’s find out on this journey together!
Also, I am aware that koukihime has done a similar series on her website, zoroxnami.weebly.com. However, I wanted to perform my own analysis of Zoro and Nami’s relationship, so please bear with me if there are any accidental similarities. Thanks!
Today’s topic is how this ENTIRE arc solidifies Zoro and Nami’s relationship moving forward. First impressions are important, and though Oda-sensei likes to play with how we preceive someone vs how they really impact the story in later arcs, the simplicity of the beginning of the series tells us a lot about how these two are meant to be critical players in the Mugiwara crew, and in each other’s lives.
Picking up from where we left off, Zoro has just stepped in to save Nami’s life from Buggy’s crew! Nami is in great disbelief to find that an infamous pirate hunter like Roronoa Zoro is actually the other half of Luffy’s pirate crew.
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As she stands there mistified, Buggy questions if Zoro has suddenly appeared to take his head. Though Zoro tells him that isn’t the case, Buggy instigates a fight and in a matter of seconds, it seems as though the pirate captain was taken down instantaneously. Disappointed and confused, Luffy, Zoro and Nami can’t understand why his crew starts laughing after their boss’ defeat, only for Zoro to learn that not only did he underestimate Buggy, but…
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Buggy also has a Devil’s Fruit that allows his body to separate at will.
Luffy, Zoro and Nami know they need to escape, but the situation looks rather grim. However, leave it to Zoro - who now has a stab wound in his left side - to flip an entire canon over and aim it at the Buggy pirates!
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After the canon shoots, it is Zoro AGAIN with his inhuman strength lifting the cage that Luffy’s stuck in and trying to carry him down off of a rooftop and onto the ground! Nami is just in awe as she follows them, and though she apparently knows the name ‘Zoro’, it seems she is unaware of just how powerful he truly is.
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Nami starts to lose her wonderment when Luffy later picks a fight with ShuShu the dog. But she still brings Luffy the key to the cage so he can get himself free. Defeated for the moment, Zoro sleeps off his injury while Luffy gets himself into even more trouble! Zoro is woken up when Buggy fires another one of his Buggy Balls at the building, and somehow survives the impact so he can join the fight once again!
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As the story progresses and the two crews face off - with Nami finally agreeing to ‘cooperate’ with the Straw Hats - Buggy faces off against Luffy, and Cabaji challenges Zoro. At one point in their battle, Cabaji intentionally aims for Zoro’s wound from earlier, and Nami calls him out for such a cheap trick.
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And she calls him out on it again, but the third time Cabaji tries to attack his wound, Zoro not only blocks him, he decides to make that particular injury seem a little less interesting…
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...by cutting himself! It disturbs even Luffy that he does this, but the tactic works and Cabaji is now focused on the overall fight rather than targeting Zoro’s obvious weakness. Of course, this only makes Nami worry about him more.
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Nami leaves the scene shortly after that to go and get the map of the Grand Line that was most likely lost in the explosion. She sneaks off and promises to join up with Luffy and Zoro again if they manage to survive. However, the fight ends up being so engaging that she watches it from the distance before achieving her goal!
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After avoiding an enraged Buggy when she steals his treasure - and after Luffy’s inevitable victory against Buggy - Nami groups up with Luffy and the sleeping Zoro and as he wakes up, Zoro says he doesn’t think he can walk. To which Nami replies…
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And that’s the major highlight, or theme, of this arc: Luffy and Zoro are meant to show off how powerful they are together, and just how otherworldly their strength can be. Even though this is a Zoro and Nami-centric post, I just want to point out that everything mentioned above happens in order and nothing plot-centric is skipped over. A great deal of Nami’s impression of this crew revolves around her reactions to Zoro’s heroism and just how brutal he can.
But what does this mean for ZoNa?
Why summarize this entire arc and say that it’s worthy of more love from the ZoNa community?
What does the Orange Town story really highlight for us ZoNa fans!?
It shows us that this is where Nami realizes how integral Zoro is to not only the crew, but her survival too. It isn’t meant to impress us as the reader because we’ve already met Zoro - this entire meeting is meant to wow Nami into feeling safe with them.
Before she became a Straw Hat, Nami traveled the seas alone. Why bother getting any sort of outsider involved in her village’s problems? Her willingness to join the crew wasn’t simply because of her dream, but it was because she knew that she needed them to stay alive if it meant she ever encountered someone like Buggy again. Remember, Nami explicitly states in this arc that she thought Devil’s Fruits were nothing more than a myth that pirates tell themselves. For her to see both Buggy and Luffy in action in the East Blue - which she knows is statistically the weakest of all four - means that Nami needs some strong partners in crime if she plans to finish her mission of saving Cocoyashi.
Given her methodical nature, it’s only logical to tag along with such irrefutably strong men to guarantee success. And that’s the perfect way to highlight yet another ‘opposites attract’ aspect of the ZoNa relationship!
The Left Brain vs The Right Brain.
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It’s a concept most of us are familiar with: each half of your brain specializes in a specific area of your personality. If you’re more instinctive than strategic, you’re Right Brain is probably your dominate half. If you prefer to plan out your day rather than letting events unfold as they will, than you’re a Left Brain thinker. At first glance, some would call Nami emotional and spastic, but us fans of the character can agree that she is one of the most intelligent and well thought out members of the Straw Hat crew.
Zoro, on the other hand, is a reactionary character. Where Nami would try to concoct a solution, Zoro would prefer to make his own based off of what he feels is best. Though a stone-cold type of character, even his choices in battle come from training that taught him how to hone his instincts in order to guide his body to dodge attacks and execute strikes successfully.
Now, why does this matter?
Because neither one of them is solidly using only one side of their brain.
Together, Zoro and Nami create a proper middle ground - known as the Wise Mind in the example image above - that create a viability for each other. Where one lacks, the other exceeds expectations. Both are impressive characters, but what we get from this arc is the root of Zoro and Nami that truly show the significance they bring out in one another based off of their mere functionality.
In the very first post of this series, I talked about how Nami was the navigator and Zoro works as a protector; this first introduction they have clearly provides the foundation for Nami’s perception of Zoro as the person she ends up relying on the most from here on out. Essentially, their relationship works itself into a very popular theme: the Beauty and the Beast.
If you look at Belle from the Disney version of the tale, she is smart, well-read and cunning. She knows when it’s time to run away and when she needs to step up to the plate, to risk her life for either her father or for the Beast himself. She yearns to have more than the life she leads and it causes her to seek adventures beyond herself. Though her wits can get her into trouble sometimes - and even put her at odds with the Beast - she manages to to prove herself as a worthy partner to stand next to the Beast.
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On the other hand, we can look at the Beast himself. He’s very stern, off-putting at times, despite the kind-hearted individual inside. Though others may comment on his brash personality, the Beast stays true to himself but starts to warm up to the idea of having Belle around. The Beast even saves Belle more than once and her respect for him grows when she sees how selfless he can truly be. He isn’t the easiest characters to love in his own story, despite being a clear protagonist. He always has his own goal in the back of his mind and thinks about how it involves the lives of those around him. He’s also the first to tell you he isn’t ‘a fool’.
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There is a fantastic, oldie but goodie fanfic written by SF Kitty called “Beauty and the Beast: One Piece Style” from 2006 that shows how fans of ZoNa have picked up on the notion that there are evident ties to this Disney couple, and for good reason! It’s a popular concept that has worked out for many other fictional couples, because each couple acts as the other half to their partner - like the Left Brain meeting the Right Brain to make a Wise Minded couple! And though this arc is summarized simply in this post, I believe that the intention of this story allowed for Zoro to show off his beastly attributes to a rather shell-shocked Nami, just like the Beast does when he saves Belle from the wolves in the Disney adaption of the tale.
Mind you, Nami isn’t as smooth as Belle when she comes back to help Zoro and Luffy, but the similarity exists and that’s good enough for me! 
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smokeybrand · 5 years ago
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Smokey brand Movie Reviews: I’m In Lesbians With You
It occurs to me that i don’t have a proper review of Scott Pilgrim on here. I really should work through the current backlog of films that i still need to watch; Uncut Gems, The Lighthouse, Parasite, Ready or Not, but i f*cking love Scott and his shenanigans so... Scott Pilgrim it is! Considering how much i love this film and the fact that I’m just going to be gushing about it for however long this review is, let’s just get this out of the way immediately: Scott Pilgrim vs. The World is an excellent movie and you should go watch it right now!
The Outstanding
Yo, before anything, can i just express how much i adore this f*cking soundtrack? My taste in music is varies wildly but, at it’s core, my heart beats for the Indie and the New Wave and the Post Punk. For this soundtrack to be packed with so much excellent, underground, indie fair? Oh, my goodness! It’s musical sex to me. Shout out to Nigel Godrich. Motherf*cker did the best of jobs on this one!
Even more than that, the way all of this music is integrated in each scene s absolutely brilliant. There’s not one note out of place or out of line. It’s rare that happens, so deftly that i actually recognize it. Usually, it’s all background noise to accentuate whatever scene but i legit took in everything.
While on the subject of music, i want to take a minute to acknowledge the sound design as a whole. Scott Pilgrim is based on a graphic novel, which i also love, so there is a rather kinetic energy that needs to be conveyed. It’s chock full of all the spastic nonsense us Millennials grew up with like Mario token sound effects and obscure cartoon references. Integrating certain sound effects like the random game noises here or there is absolute brilliance. It lends an air of authenticity to this adaption.
While i can gush about all of the audible genius for years, i would be remiss if i didn’t speak on the goddamn eye candy of this film. Holy sh*t is thing gorgeous! And not just the Evil Ex set pieces, even though those are absolute chaotic bad-assery, this entire film is a work of art. It really is. You can frame almost every shot in this thing, it’s that gorgeous.
Speaking of gorgeous, these costumes are amazing. A lot of them are ripped right out of the comic but they’re like, real clothes. Nothing feels cartoony or comic book-ish, it all feels organic to the tone of film and characters therein. Like, i wear the same kind of sh*t Scott wears. It’s all graphic tees and jeans with me, much to the chagrin of my darling missus.
The writing in this flick is absolutely brilliant. Like, seriously, nothing feels out of place, the dialogue feels organic, and the plot is a pretty decent condensing of the graphic novels original six volumes. I have interactions like these with my friends. I legitimately talk like this. Of course, there is a little polish on some of these line but, overall, it’s pretty on point.
All of this standout awesome can be traced back to the vision of it’s director, Edgar Wright. No one believed in this little experiment so he had carte blanche to create whatever he wanted and he did just that. You can tell there was a real love for this material and while not everything from the books made it into the movie, he did an excellent job of capturing the major beats and important aspects with his absolute mad style of movie making.
The cast in this thing is weirdly perfect. All of them. Every one of them. Seriously, it’s like a who’s who of young Hollywood from way back when, almost all of whom have grown into proper A-list talent and i love it! Alison Pill, Anna Kendrick, Jason Schwartzmen, Ellen Wong, Brandon Routh, and Mae Whitman are all excellent in their respective roles. There are, of course, standouts but before i get to them, i just what to acknowledge how great the casting is, overall, in this movie. You can feel the comradery onset and it’s reflected in the fact that there are no weak performances, at all, in this flick. F*ck, dude, there’s even a Thomas Jane and Clifton Collins cameo in this thing that feels absolutely at home!
This film would be nothing without the right person in the lead. Scott Pilgrim is a neuritic, self-centered, anxiety ridden, asshole of person but still lovable in a very dry and sarcastic kind of way. There are very few that can capture that energy so when i found out Michael Cera as cast in the lead, i knew this movie was in good hands. Every movie i have ever seen him in, Cera carries that energy expertly. He is he living embodiment of Scott Pilgrim. Like, this is MCU levels of casting, for real.
The second role you had to nail to make this work was definitely Ramona Flowers. You had a little more leeway with this one but i think they still nailed it with Mary Elizabeth Winstead. I’ve been a fan of hers since way back when she was in Sky High (I actually love that movie SO much) and even further back with The Ring Two, but that’s more a deep cut than anything. Anyway, Mary is perfect as Ramona and one of the best things about this movie.
So the performances of the Evil Exes are spectacular, Particularly Schwartzman’s. His Gideon Graves was just so smarmy and condescending and disingenuous you couldn’t help but hate his guts. Dude was awesome, no doubt, but he was outshined by what Chris Evan was able to create with Lucas Lee. That’s right, Captain America himself was in Scott Pilgrim as the first Evil Ex and he f*cking killed it! I’ve loved Evans for years. Not Another Teen Movie is actual one of my favorites and he was easily the best thing about those first two Fantastic Four films but you can see him shine in this role, even if it was only a few minutes.
It’s no secret i love Brie Larson. I’ve raved about her performances in the past but it was this movie that made me take notice. Her interpretation of Envy Adams was pitch perfect. It’s melodramatic and over-the-top but at the same time, incredibly vulnerable. Natalie has one hell of an arc in the book and it’s a little short-changed in the movie, but Larson makes gold with what she has to work with. Plus, she actually performs the cover to Metric’s Black Sheep. Those are her vocals and i find that to be absolutely dope.
Of course, you can’t talk about Scott Pilgrim without talking about his gay roommate, Wallace Wells. Dude is one of the best characters in the book and is an absolute scene stealer n this film, thanks to the deft hand of Kieran Culkin. It’s hard for me to praise gay character in cinema because cats always right them as caricature but Culkin’s Wells feels real and grounded, none of that Hollywood gay bullsh*t. Dude is a person that just happens to be gay and i love that.
And last but not least, Aubrey Plaza. There’s a little picture of Julie Powers that is the spitting image of Plaza. Like, her casting is as perfect as Scott’s casting. Seriously, she is what Michael Cera is to Pilgrim. It’s rare a cast in a film is so goddamn perfect. Even the MCU has had some missed but literally every one in this film is absolutely prefect and Plaza might be best of all.
Also, all of the LGBT representation. While the movie didn’t capture all of the many, many, sexual presentations, they didn’t shy away from some of the most prominent. Pilgrim’s roommate Wallace Wells, is extra gay and he has a myriad of boyfriends throughout both the book and film. Nothing too graphic, but there are scenes with them in bed and one pretty heavy make-out sessions early in the film. Hell, they even included Ramona’s one female Ex, Roxy Richter, in one of the best Evil Ex fights of the entire movie. Bravo film, bravo.
The Verdict
I said this in the beginning and just in case the previous gushing didn’t give you a clue, Scott Pilgrim vs. The World is a f*cking great film, man. It stands on it’s own as a wonderful coming of age story but it’s so much more than that. It’s a love story to music. It’s one of the best comic adaptions i have ever seen. It’s an ode to the Millennial coming-of-age journey. It’s a nostalgia bomb for kids my age, who did sh*t like play video games all day then spend all night in coffee shops that had live music and f*cking waffles. It’s an amazing representation, and unique presentation, of those early twenties when you aren’t sure of yourself or your direction or anything and you just want to drift through life for as long as possible. It’s heartbreak and new love and learning about who you are, deep down, not some shallow representation or facade. I love Scott Pilgrim because it tells a great story. It tells MY story. And it does it with a banging ass soundtrack, too.
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blizzardxero96-blog · 7 years ago
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Uncharted 4 Review
Uncharted 4: A Thief's End is the fourth and final chapter in Nathan Drake's life as a thief
The Main Story revolves around Nathan Drake forced back into the life of being a thief after his brother, Sam, asks for help. They travel to different locations in search of Captain Henry Avery's treasure while fighting against an old friend, Rafe, his partner Nadine Ross, and her Shoreline soldiers.
My experience with this game was pleasant as it was a great conclusion to a fantastic and action-packed journey of Nathan Drake. The story was easy to follow and leaves you on the edge of your seat as the cinematic scenes are incredible to watch
The only problem i've dealt with is the AI for the other characters are really annoying during the gameplay as they aren't as helpful during combat, they move spastically when your exploring the area, and they'll get in your way a lot in most sections
In my opinion, Uncharted 4 gets an 8.5/10 which isn't bad at all but it could use some improvements. If you like the Tomb Raider series or the Indiana Jones Movies, I recommend the Uncharted Series
This game series is Playstation Exclusive
Other games in this series:
Uncharted: Drake's Fortune (PS3)
Uncharted: Honor Among Thieves (PS3)
Uncharted: Drake's Deception (PS3)
Uncharted: Golden Abyss (PS Vita)
Uncharted: Nathan Drake Collection (PS4)
Uncharted: Lost Legacy (PS4)
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ao3feed-starmora · 6 years ago
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Catboy Quill
read it on AO3 at http://bit.ly/2GaxCaW
by sharkinterviewee
Peter is remarkably good at curling up in places. Gamora actually finds it impressive. Some of the nooks she finds him in are truly... creative, and not conducive to the size of what one would think a full grown man would need. Cats existed on her home planet. It actually explains a lot, when she finds this out about him. The distractibility, spastic bursts of energy, how he can fall asleep anywhere (and she means anywhere), how he was always drawn to sunlight (when available- specifically to sleep in), his hearing and reflexes that were better than a Terran’s should be, why he always seemed conspicuously attuned to how Rocket was feeling just by nonverbal cues from the Guardians most violent member, why he always seemed to brush past her or bump into her throughout the day, that contact, his general personality- it explained a lot of things. Including the ears and the tail. Those were a dead giveaway. But he usually had those disguised or cloaked by tech.
Words: 5758, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of All that I adore
Fandoms: Guardians of the Galaxy (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Gamora (Marvel), Peter Quill, Guardians of the Galaxy Team
Relationships: Gamora/Peter Quill, Peter Quill & Guardians of the Galaxy Team, Peter Quill & Yondu Udonta (a bit), Gamora & Groot
Additional Tags: Developing Relationship, Established Relationship, Getting Together, Inspired by Fanart, Hybrids, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Crack Treated Seriously, Catboys & Catgirls, Cat Ears, Cat Tails, Team as Family, Cat/Human Hybrids, Fantastic Racism, anti-hybrid prejudice, a whole lot of the universe is anti-hybrid, Peter is afraid to tell his new family at first, But surprise surprise they still love their asshole captain with or without furry ears, Fluff and Angst, Comfort/Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Insecurity, Self-Worth Issues, Acceptance, Love, Romance, Purring, Catboy Peter Quill, Supportive Gamora, Touchy-Feely, Cute, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Warm and Fuzzy Feelings
read it on AO3 at http://bit.ly/2GaxCaW
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captainfantasticspastic · 7 years ago
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I had a seizure today while trying to go grocery shopping.
But I have to say, I was pleasantly surprised! I woke up, finding myself turned on my side, with my head cushioned by a large paper towel roll, purse placed beside me.
Obviously someone knew their seizure first aid.
As I started coming to, I saw three people- two of whom I believed worked there, and an older gentleman (keeping time on his watch) speaking to me in a calm tone. At first, I was completely disoriented; as usual. So instead of asking me the same few questions that I could not answer right away, he took the time to just talk. Just talk. I don't particularly remember what he even talked about, to be honest. Just this very kind man in a suit, getting down to lie on the floor with me until I could gather my barrings; and the gratitude and relief of being treated like a fellow human being, instead of an alien, or a neurological pipe bomb that needs deactivation.
And from that comrodery that he provided, I managed to somehow completely skip my usual "fight or flight" but that I would go into.
Hell! He even gave me his card in case I had any questions later about what happened!
I was really impressed. It's really nice to see strangers be outstanding.
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captainfantasticspastic · 7 years ago
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Part 2: Patience
I’ll be blunt, I was a horrific patient.  Just absolutely terrible.  I still am, to be honest Ha!.
It got to the point where Doctors would flee the room, and LPNs and Bedside Nurses would look back pleadingly at their Nurse Supervisor.  I pitied the nurses.  I was all-too aware of my tyrannical reign in my room atop the East Tower.
But Why?
There I was, getting wired into the Epilepsy Monitoring Unit.  Believe it or not, I was excited. I felt that this was my chance to not just exist alongside of this disease, but to fight back!  Yes, I would be having a seizure, but this time it would be on purpose; this time, it would be for science; THIS time it would be on my time.  This time, I’d be playing spy and would be retrieving intel from deep behind enemy lines.  
Could it be dangerous? Ehhh... well, I’d have a medical cavalry to get me out.  Was it worth it?  To be able to go forward with better understanding and peace of mind... yes.   Oh my god, yes... wait.  There’s AN IUV?! NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE!  GET THAT HARROWING SHIT AWAY FROM MY ARM YOU DEMON!
And so it began. 
See, I don’t do needles.  I don’t really do any external object under my skin...or in my veins... Oh lordy. lol.  So the IUV Battle of ‘14 really was not the best way to start things off.  
       In dealing with stress, like many, I often turn to sarcasm.  But in dealing with intense stress - like that of mourning, or fear from personal health, I tend to look to a more macabre humor to pull me through.  (I’m a laugh riot at funerals).
I learned quickly that such gruesome gaiety was not exactly appreciated from one’s own hospital bed.  Shame too.  The eulogy bit was particularly good.
The worst part - beyond the poking prodding, and vicious stabbing (injections, etc.) - was the loss of freedom, and inevitable boredom.  I could move, but not very far; only as far as my wires would take me, which was to the bathroom (Thank God).  As I was having simple-partial seizures (I believe they’re called “focal aware”, now) that messed ability to speak and comprehend; not many would talk with me.  They would, but there was a growing tension that was all too palpable.  Exhaustion, stress, a growing fear of what was to come? I imagine it was a combination of all of the above.  There was a subtle sense of resentment that began to grow.
*When one is bedridden, or chronically ill for a long period of time; one may start to develop this sense of being resented by their caretakers.  It’s a toxic sensation.  Even if it proves itself accurate, one must do whatever they can to rid themselves of this paranoia; cause that’s all it is - paranoia.  How does one successfully snuff it out?  I still haven’t figured it out 100%, but I know it starts with being frank with people.  Anyway, sorry to interrupt!*
But anxiety aside, I had my best friend at my side.  He was at school, but he made sure to come whenever he could as to make sure that I wouldn’t get myself into too much trouble HA!  He was definitely my rock at that time, that’s for sure. 
                            but when he was gone, it got harder.  
No one tells you how to pass the time.  No one tells you how much harder things get on Day 4 than they were on Day 3.  But you find your motivation, and it pushes you on to Day 5, and so on.  If I were being honest, I’d say that spite was a good part of what got me through.  The Spite of Epilepsy.  As I said before, I somehow convinced myself that if ever there was a time to stick it to the big bad bully that knocked my head around for all these years, this would be it.
And so I did it.  In my 5 days at the hospital, a lot of people told me to “be patient”.  Patient I was not.  Haha.  Let me tell you something - when you’re in the hospital for a chronic illness you don’t HAVE to be patient.  You’ve been patient your entire life.  If patience led you to a hospital bed, then perhaps its time we try a different tactic.  I was fed up with patience.  I still am.  Unfortunately, it is true that seizure recoveries, medicine transitions, etc will not happen overnight.  THAT BEING SAID, that doesn’t mean that you can’t be assertive.  That doesn’t mean that it should take days, weeks, months for your loved ones to BELIEVE your symptoms.   You don’t have to sit back and allow your doctors to dismiss all that you say either.  You are the patient, which makes YOU the expert!  Work with these people, but make your voice known!
I mentioned how I was an awful patient before.  It was because I tried shutting up and letting thing go, but it just made me angry.  It wasn’t ‘til I allowed myself to speak up - to be a part of the process, that any real progress could be made.  So I guess... Fuck patience. lol
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captainfantasticspastic · 7 years ago
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Hey fam.
I want to lay something out for you.
Epilepsy as you may know, is on a spectrum. I mean, there’s no two cases that are truly the same (that I know of anyway).
That being said, it can be anything from just one of the things, to an irritant, to a life threatening tyrant of chaos. Yeah.
So needle to say, it’s hard to give strong advice that could help those who face side effects AND those who are facing hospitalization. Being one who’s been in all three scenarios and everywhere in between; I’d like to address all of you. But instead of giving blanket statements, I’d like to share from my own experiences. I’d like to address you individually. So buckle up buttercup. You’re about to be hit with some fabulous posts coming your way
Sincerely,
Captain Fantastic Spastic
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captainfantasticspastic · 7 years ago
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Day one of transferring to new medicine! Here’s to hoping this one’s a keeper!
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captainfantasticspastic · 7 years ago
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Intro/Part 1: Know Thyself
       Before I wrote a post saying how I was going to address how one LIVES with epilepsy.  As there are many types of epilepsy, and seizures within those forms of epilepsy, and INTENSITIES within those - *BREATH* - I decided I may be best to break this down into a series of posts. As I also mentioned, I’ll be drawing from my own personal experiences - so, I’ll be breaking this up according to epileptic/medication intensity, (or much my life was disrupted by neuro divergency, respectively).  As I start feeling better currently, and if this does anything for anyone, I think I’ll move into brushing up on my research and addressing each individual form of epilepsy :) 
     This is for my Middle Ground People. Those whose seizures are controlled about 60-80% of the time, but also find a way to get by.  Those who may not live in constant danger, but exist in chronic uncertainty.  Those whose medications may work, but question if their side effects are too high of a cost.  
So, without further ado. Part One!
Epilepsy can be overwhelming.  (Well, duh Cap.)  Okay.. but why? Just stay with me for a moment.
Seizures, yes.  But they last for a few minutes and you’re done.  I know it never gets easier.  But if we listen to ourselves, we can cope better.
Recovery period  - This particularly sucks. Never knowing what factually helps, or how long it will be.  Especially while living in the age of screens, your eyes and brain can’t get a break.
Rules - All the miscellaneous rules that come with seizures that aren’t 100% controlled. I don’t about you, but having to lead a regimented life to prevent a my already disorganized brain from becoming more chaotic proves near impossible.
The Loneliness
The side effects
the lack of power, freedom, and control
Being so misunderstood, as you try to explain what you do not fully understand yourself.
The depression, anxiety, and memories lost.
The Lack of grounding
the confusion and lack of facts.
So now that I’ve thoroughly depressed you, let me tell you the good news.  You are more intune with your body and brain than you realize.  If you think something is up, guess what, chances are something is up.  No, you’re not crazy, but no, you probably don’t have Parkinson’s either, okay? 
So bring it up with your doctor, and do not take no for an answer! Doctors are not terrible people, they do actually strive to help.  Remember these are people who spent their entire youth studying and working so they could take an oath VOWING they’d do whatever they could to help their patients.  So help them remember that!  And for as much as they’ve studied and learned, they can’t read minds.  Well they can read brains, but not minds haha.  Be as explicit as possible.  Be as assertive as possible.  I know you’re tired.  I know you’re discouraged, and probably a little gun shy, but God damn it, this is your life we’re talking about.  If you ever felt like epilepsy stole your ability to think for yourself, or that seizures wrongfully claimed your way of life - This!  This is your way to take it back! 
………….So how to do it without yelling at your doctor… Ha! 
I practiced in front of the mirror.  It sounds silly, but seriously, it helped.  I spoke clearer, I was more confident, and I could remember what points I wanted to make.  
I also did a lot of research.  I looked up medicine side effects,  reacquainted myself with what comes with simple and complex partial seizures.
I wrote.  I wrote a lot.  Not so much journal entries but more like hypotheses, data, and general notes (somehow the idea of keeping a journal irritates me now. Idk why, probably because I see it as just one more activity that I’d never do that everyone around me seems to want me to do - just one more way epilepsy separates me from who i am.  Sorry, I digress lol).
I made many mental notes.  I looked for patterns, what was irregular, what time they all fell under, did my diet affect any of it.  
Basically I treated myself as a giant test subject.  I was always sure to stay on my medicine - that was my constant.  I started by following all of the rules; low carb diet, plenty of sleep, scheduled lifestyle, little to no alcohol - then I’d throw in variables such as different eating habits, stress, different sleep schedules, alcohol intake etc.   I learned a lot about my seizures, and I continue to.
The most valuable lesson I learned though was that a good portion of these “rules” you get online, from your family, or even from some doctors, aren’t all completely accurate.  BUT WAIT! HOLD ON! I’m not saying don’t listen to your doctors! Lol What I am saying is, you have an entire team of people who have your back. A whole crew of folks who want so badly to keep you safe!  But it’s hard when what works for one brain doesn’t work for another.  When you get frustrated, and angry, and feel that the entire world is against you- please remember that we are in uncharted territory here.  Yes Epilepsy is an ancient disease- but we are only just getting started in neuroscience.  
What’s I’m trying to say is, instead of getting angry, and suffocated by all of these rules, make your own and stick to them.  Listen to your body.  I mean you are at an advantage!  You have front row seats to all of this data that only you can access! So harness it, use it!  focus on it when you can, and play with it, see what works and what doesn’t.  Your doctor’s the only one who can prescribe proper treatment; but keep an open dialogue with her/him.  Their YOUR neurologist.  They work FOR YOU!  Be the boss!  (A nice boss lol) But a boss, all the same!  You have more control than you know.  You just need to listen to yourself.  Remember, Julius Caesar would violently convulse, yet managed to lead a good third of the globe, okay?  If he could figure out epilepsy and an empire, I think we can figure out epilepsy and our individual lives of modern convenience. 
I hope this was of some help.  there was much more I wanted to write about, but I think I’ll give your eyes a rest for now.  Hopefully it made some sense.  It’s been a good long while since I’ve posted like this.  Hope you all have a wonderful evening, and a fabulous Epilepsy Awareness Month!
Sincerely,
       Captain Fantastic Spastic
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captainfantasticspastic · 7 years ago
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So it would seem that I’ve been having seizures just about every day. Simple partial or focal aware seizures, that is. I’m not really sure what to think about it tbh. Know I was diagnosed with them before, but no one every explained to what that meant, so I never questioned it. Turns out all of those little things that I’ve now accepted as part of my baseline existence are actually most likely a series of seizures. Huh. Good thing I’m switch my meds then, am I right? Lol
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captainfantasticspastic · 7 years ago
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800 Followers?!?! WHAT THE F-
I promised myself that I wouldn’t do this, but to bad past me, I’m do it anyway!
FROM ONE SPAZZ TO ANOTHER HAS 800 FOLLOWERS! That’s like having a house party, and EIGHT HUNDRED people show up! Lol. I’m stoked. Are you stoked? Cause I totally am super stoked.
Here’s the thing, back in 2014, (I believe) I started this wimpy little blog on Tumblr with the idea that I could create a safe space for maybe a handful of other sad, tired, isolated minds to meet up. A place where we could talk and learn about this whackadoodle thing called Epilepsy. A place where maybe we wouldn’t have to feel so sad or isolated anymore. (We’d probably still feel tired, but that’s chill. Whatever lol)
Weirdly enough, it started to work. (Also, random fact, I’ve met like a million INFP’s on here, which is bad ass cause I’m and INFP too, and finding them online is like being chosen by a wild unicorn in the wood to become their friend. 🦄 ✨)
What got REALLY weird was people - REAL people - sending other REAL people to FOSTA. Like holy shitstorm. And thus From One Spazz To Another was born.
Although it’s less of an online “club” and more of a blog; I still do my best to try and lighten your day a little.
I mean, epilepsy can be horrible, and it often is; but that doesn’t mean that it has to make your life horrible. Lol.
So thank you so much friends for tuning in! Hopefully it’s done you some good! 💜💜💜
Love you so much dears! And keep on keeping on!
Sincerely,
Captain Fantastic Spastic
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