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cainnleacghlovers · 2 years ago

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Who’s he? - MM

Paring: Mason Mount x Fem!Reader

Summary: Mason thinks Y/N is cheating. What happens when he can’t get his girl to forgive him? And what happens when Mason marks him in a match?

Warnings: Angst

Part 1/2?? maybe??

Finishing up the pasta you were cooking, you checked, for about the hmm? what time? you’d lost count. Okay, you definitely had enough protein in it. You’d asked the clubs dietician for some dishes you could make for Mason, knowing he loved a home cooked meal. Why on earth would someone need so much protein? What even is an amino acid?

You couldn’t complain, after all, you did get to reap the benefits of the muscle he was building. Whether it was a strong hand clasped in yours when you were out for a walk, or clutching his biceps while he pounded into you. Yep, you definitely weren’t gonna complain.

Trying a bit of the sauce. you were satisfied with the taste. Hearing the door creak open. You still hadn’t gotten round to oiling it yet. Shoes were thrown off, no doubts against the skirting board, and feet padded across the wooden floors, until a voice rung through the house.

“I’m home baby!” The voice said. That voice none other than your boyfriend. His voice was raspy, probably due to the freezing temperatures in London right now. You don’t think you’d ever get used to the permanent draft that seemed to linger in ever corner of the country.

“Kitchen!” You hummed back, singing to the beat of the song currently playing. New romantics by Taylor Swift. One Mason had even grown to love, insisting the lyrics mirrored his life. ‘The best people in life are free.’

Stepping into the kitchen, he gave you a smile, before making his way over to you, and pulling you into his chest by the waistband of your leggings. He swayed you slightly, his cold breath gradually heating up against your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“I missed you today.” He’d been gone, how long? 3 hours. But you two needed to spend every minute of every day of every month of every year of every… okay, you get what i mean, together. He was your best friend, and he wasn’t just your world, he was your moon and stars. He was your entire galaxy.

“I missed you too.” You hummed against his chest, hands still stirring the pot in front of you, as you slapped his hand away when he tried to take some. That boy was so bad for double dipping.

“How was your day?” He asked, refusing to let go of you.

“Boring. Lecture was absolute shite. Came home, did homework. Got bored of said homework. Made pasta to procrastinate. How was yours? Working hard?”

He laughed at your comment, as your prodded his bicep.

“Working very very hard.” He added, spinning you round so he could pepper kisses all over your face. His bearubble, as you liked to call. It wasn’t a beard, but it wasn’t stubble. It was a bearubble. It tickled your face as his lips found yours, and you melted into the kiss. The coldness of his lips contrasting the warmth of yours.

“Mason stop. That tickles.”

‘Mason stop’ seemed to translate into ‘Mason keep going’, and he began to tickle under your arms, and scratch your face lightly as you kicked your feet in defence. You were a giggling mess under him, and he swore, in that moment, he’d never heard anything sweeter.

“Mase dinners gonna go cold.” He released you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Fine. You win.”

As if on queue, his stomach rumbled, and he kissed you on the cheek before reaching up to grab some bowls. As he stretched, his jumper rose slightly, getting a good look at his toned stomach. Suddenly you were hungry for two things now!

Filling the bowls, he moved you over so he could lift them. Insisting he did everything for you, even carrying your bowl.

Making your way over to the living room, yes you ate in the living room, and yes you had a perfectly good kitchen table, but both your parents had been strict with eating on the sofa, so as soon as you got your own house, by god were you eating on the sofa.

He sat down, patting his lap for you to sit down.

“Will you be able to eat your dinner without getting distracted?” Hand on a hip, as you looked at him.

“I’ll be a good boy.”

Laughing, you fell onto his lap. Enjoying your dinner, and enjoying your company.

As you went to get drinks, a phone buzzed.

“It’s yours.” Mason said.

“I think it’s your mum. She was asking me about wallpaper. I said light blue, but she sent me every light blue wallpaper in the blinkin’ place.” You laughed to yourself, not really angry. You loved his mum.

He looked at your phone, as he checked the notification. Unless he unlocked the phone, he wouldn’t be able to see.

“Well who’s it from?”

“Can’t see. Got that lock thingy on.”

Unlocking your phone, you came back in, handing him a bottle of water. The atmosphere seemed to change, as if the cold from outside had crept in.

“It’s from Martin.” He said with a monotone expression.

“Who’s Martin?” You said genuinely curious.

“I think you exactly who Martin is.”

He spat the name out, and you felt the poison spilling off of his tongue. Furrowing your eyebrows, you were confused at why he raised his voice at you.

“Right, calm down.” You said, rolling your eyes at his temper.

“Calm down? Haha, you’re a funny one Y/N.”

“Oh i’m just hilarious. Why’ve you got a stick up your ass all of a sudden?”

Opening your phone, you realised it wasn’t messages. It was Instagram.

“No no. Don’t try be all ‘I’m so innocent’ with me? Jesus, you’ve talked more than once. What is this? He’s swiping up on your stories? He’s swiped up on one i’m in? He clearly knows that you’re you know, not single? Why is he messaging you? And why is it more than once!”

He was angry now. You knew the messages he was talking about, and they were certainly not bad. He played football with your brother, he complimented you? It was innocent. Absolutely nothing in it. If he was gonna point fingers, best believe you were too.

“Want me to go find him and go ‘Yo Martin, why are you messaging me, tell me every single fibre of thought behind it.’ I didn’t ask him to do this? So don’t take something that isn’t my fault, out on me.”

The tension in the room rose, the sofa being both a literal boundary, and a metaphorical one. You two didn’t shout, and you two most certainly didn’t accuse the other of cheating.

“Well you obviously gave him some notion that this was okay? You’re probably loving the attention.” He drew out the loving, and the sarcasm was laced through his words. His final words hurt you.

“And why on earth, mars, and venus would i do that? I don’t know why he’s messaged me. He swiped up on my story, and being a decent human, I replied back! I didn’t think much of it? It’s not like I sent him hearts and kisses, and ‘omg i’m in love with you?’ You’re being dramatic.”

If he was gonna go for sore spots, you were going to absolutely kick him in the ball. Not literally, but you were considering it. He knew you hated the attention you for dating him, and you knew he hated being told he was dramatic. Two can play at that game Mason.

He did not take that well. At all. Oh no.

“I’m dramatic?! My girlfriend is messaging other lads? What am I supposed to say to that, do a happy dance, and tell all the lads tomorrow at training! No! You’re bloody entertaining him. Why’re you going it? Your own validation?”

He opened your phone, scrolling through the messages. There was no point trying to get it, it would make the whole situation, that was already dramatic, explode.

“You’ve replied to all of them? Awk come on now Y/N. ‘Looking great’ with an ‘x’ ,a fucking ‘x’ you can’t be serious? ‘Aww thank you, that’s so sweet’ with a happy face. And you didn’t think much about it? What a fucking joke. Absolute bull shit.”

Not only did he mock his accent, his intimidated yours. You couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Are you serious Mason? He said ‘looking great’ and I replied? Being nice? And if we’re being like that, yeah i guess he’s a friend. But there’s absolutely nothing in it!”

“Fuck off.” He said, phone still in his hand, as if it were glued.

“No you fuck off you bastard.”

You didn’t mean to call him a bastard, and god you hated that word, but you were angry and cross and furious and every single word that means pissed off.

“Such a nice thing to call your boyfriend. Maybe you’d rather Martin be your boyfriend.”

“I’m not even talking to you anymore you ass hole.”

Again, you didn’t mean to call him that, but you were angry and cross and steaming out the ears. He scoffed, throwing your phone on the seat, and went upstairs to do something. Who cares what he was going to do. Probably complain about you to Declan.

Slumping down on the seat, you groaned in pure frustration, not understanding how the situation went from his mums wallpaper, to your supposed cheating scandal. Kicking your feet in the air, like a child, you got off of the seat with another groan, and put the bowls in the kitchen.

—

After you’d cooled down, and your vision turned normal, no longer seeing red. You decided that you should crack on with some homework. The complex Uni stuff you didn’t even understand would distract you.

Only problem was, Uni books were upstairs. Normally that would be a problem because, who could be bothered walking up the stairs not you. Today the problem was Mason.

Walking upstairs, you seen him sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Y/N.” He said softly. How dare he use that tone on you?

You looked at him, your eyes dark. You did not want to speak to him.

He patted the space beside him, looking for you to sit down.

“Come here. Please.” He added. The desperation in his voice almost made you feel bad. Almost.

“I do not want to talk to you.” You said harshly.

“Please. I wanna apologise.”

Number one rule in your relationship, someone wants to apologise, listen. Sighing you say down beside him. He moved to be closer to you, his arms stretching out to find their usual spot, around your waist. Not today though. You moved away from him.

“I’m sorry. You know I trust you.”

“Omg! You totally do. You’d never accuse me of cheating.” You said sarcastically, not even sorry that it probably hurt his feelings. He deserved it.

“I don’t know why I reacted like that. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t of blown up at you.”

“That’s nice.” You added, raising your eyebrows. Listening to him, but not listening to him.

Getting up, and getting your books. You made your way to the door, eager to get out of this damn room.

“Y/N come on. I know I fucked up. I’ve said sorry, and I am sorry. What else can I do baby. Talk to me. Tell me how I can be better.”

“I know you said sorry, but I just don’t wanna look at your right now. Never mind talk to you.”

He sighed knowing you weren’t gonna give in. You pursed your lips, and prepared for you long, super long, night of studying. Yay!

—

Checking the time, and seeing it was 1:30 AM. You decided you’d have enough. Valuing your back over a fight with Mason. You were not sleeping on the coach. You made your way up the stairs.

—

Getting changed, you turned away from him, and he knew every single detail about you. From the time you wanted to be blonde, till the clothes you slept in. So of course, he noticed that you didn’t wear your usual bed attire. His t-shirt, and shorts. Instead opting for your own top, and a pair on long bottoms. You got in bed, not even looking at him, ad you stared aimlessly at the wall.

Better to go to bed angry than to rush an insincere apology.

“Night baby. I love you.” Mason said, and you heard him move to face you. Instead of being met with your pretty face, he was met with your back. He still thought it was pretty, but it wasn’t your gorgeous eyes.

“Night Mason.” You said coldly.

“Are you still coming to the match tomorrow?”

“I’ll see. I have a lot of work.” It wasn’t a lie, you did have a lot of work.

“But you never miss my home games.” He moaned. It was true. 4 years of dating, 4 years of home games.

“Mason please. I don’t wanna do this. Go to sleep.”

You felt him turn away again.

“Sorry. Night. I love you.”

Ignoring him, you soon fell into a dreamless sleep.

—

Waking up that morning, you notice Masons gone. You knew you put him a bad mood, after ignoring him last night, but he hadn’t been cross enough to let you freeze. The blankets had been pulled over you.

Rolling over, you rolled your eyes. Reaching for your phone. A message from Kai lit up the screen.

Kai: “what’d you do to him? worst fucking mood ever.”

So Kai got the blunt of it. Lucky him.

You: “he thinks i was flirting with Martin Ødegaard???? so i got pissed off. like really. called him a bastard…😬”

You watched the three bubbles appear as Kai typed.

Kai: “In short, he fucked up.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. The German really fit the stereotype. Blunt as hell.

You: “hmm.”

Kai: “You coming to the game then??? Sophia’s been eating my ear off about seeing you. Both them on the same pitch, roughhhhh😳”

Your heart dropped. Chelsea were playing Arsenal. Forgot being fucked, you were double fucked. No, triple fucked.

You: “Fuck off. no way you’re playing Arsenal.”

Kai: “We are indeed.”

You: “fuck my life. good luck later then!!”

Not that Kai needed it, he was a phenomenal player.

Kai: “thanks Y/N🙌🙌”

—

You decided you had to go to this match. Getting ready, you decided you didn’t hate him enough to not wear his jersey, but decided on a jumper over the top. The jumper could come of, the jumper could stay on. You’d see how you were feeling.

—

Getting to the match, you showed your pass, and they let you in. Making your way up, you spotted Sophia. Greeting her with your usual hug.

—

As the match progressed, Mason was extremely aggressive. You’d never seen him play like this. He always insisted that a dirty player, meant they weren’t secure in their ability. He fouled Saka. Surprising you. He had a lot of respect for the young boy. Singing his praises often.

“Jesus Mason.” You muttered, watching as Christian pushed Mason back, looking like he was having a serious conversation with him.

Sitting beside Sophia, you both cringed. The fouling was unnecessary.

“Did something happen? He’s really angry.” She commented, and you let out a dry laugh. You didn’t have the energy to explain what happened, even to one of your best friends. The girl you say on the floor with giggling like teenagers over your boyfriends.

“Fight last night. I didn’t wanna apologise. He thought I was cheating.”

Her eyes widened, she was genuinely shocked. The whole world knew how much you two adored each other. If you wanted the stars, he found a way to give you the whole universe.

“No way. What a dick.” She commented, making you laugh.

“Worst part is. Number 8. That’s who I apparently cheated on him with.”

—

Mason had the ball, and he was plummeting towards the goal. He tore through the defence like they were just made of feathers. Booting the ball, he found the back of the net. Running over to the corner of the field, he slid across on his knees. Lifting his top up.

He had ‘you look great x’ wrote across his under shirt, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re right Soph. What a dick head.”

Half time came and done, the tension in the pitch spreading to the stands. The fans were tense. The coaches were tense. The players were tense.

You were tense.

The boys came back out, and before you knew it. A commotion broke out of the pitch. Mason pushing Martin. He obviously did not appreciate that, and shoved your boyfriend right back. Christian ripped Mason away, and Martin shouted something.

I seen the anger rip through his body, coursing through his veins. Mason stormed over to Martin, grabbed his shirt, and threw him to the ground. Martin hit the ground, his team matés absolutely furious with what happened. The referee wasted no time showing him a card, as Kai dragged him away. Trying to talk some sense to him.

No surprises, he got subbed off. He stalked off the pitch, kicking a water bottle that was on the grass, sending it flying into the dug outs. He stormed into the changing rooms, or so you thought. That’s the general direction he appeared to be going in.

You and Sophia gave each other the look.

All she did was pay your shoulder and laugh.

“Good luck.”

—

Sick of his attitude, you walked into the changing rooms. Taking a lot of convincing on your behalf to the security guard to let you in. Eventually he did.

You got to the door of the changing room. Doing an awkward dance, jig type thing, as you prepared to go in. Your tongue became sandpaper, and you had to give yourself an internal clock to convince yourself to knock.

“Mason. It’s me. Are you decent?”

Waiting for a response, you cringed. Not sure what you were embarrassed over. The whole situation probably. Hearing a grunt back, you assumed that translated into something like ‘Come on in.’ Taking a deep breath, you opened the door.

Sitting away from him, you looked at him. He refused to meet you eye. There was no point sugar coating what he’d done. He’d messed up. Again.

“What was that about? You’ve bebe bebe booked for aggression.”

“Jesus, let me breathe. You’re going to tell me how I shouldn’t of done it either. I’ve heard it from Kai, i’ve heard it from Christian. I don’t wanna hear about it.”

He ripped his boots off, throwing them into the shoe locker. You never understood how they got new boots every match. 100’s of pounds for one game. Seems like an awful waste.

“I’m sure you’ve heard it enough, but yeah, you shouldn’t of done it. Pushing Bukaya as well. Come on Mason. What got you so pissed off? Other than the obvious.”

“Nothing.” He said bluntly. This was like talking to a brick wall.

“Mason.”

He raised his head out of their position between his hands, and his hair was messed up from gripping it. He threw his head against the wall, groaning in frustration as he sighed deeply.

“He called me an arrogant son of a bitch. Said I think this big tough lad, and i’m not. Didn’t even say that much, I was just cross and he was an easy target.”

He sighed, obviously regretting what he’d done.

He looked at you, finally. His eyes sad, and dropping from tiredness. You knew yourself, how eyes look when they’re about to cry. Your Uni work enforcing this feeling so often. You couldn’t help but feel bad.

“It got me thinking. Maybe I am an arrogant son of a bitch. And I know I don’t deserve you. And don’t tell me ‘Oh Mase don’t listen to him.’ or ‘you know i love you.’ After what I said yesterday, you deserve someone better. You deserve more than me.”

His eyes scanned your body, noticing his name wasn’t on show. You were still mad, but you had all the time in the world to be mad. Mason needed you.

Moving close to him, you tugged your jumper off. Turning your back so he could see his name, looking over your shoulder to see him smiling a little.

There it was. Your beautiful boys smile.

“I’m very proud. To let everyone know. That the handsome, talented man, that is the Mason Mount, is my boyfriend. My boyfriend. My man.”

He smiled, putting his hand out to pull you closer, pulling it back a little when he remembered you were still mad. Doing his job for him, you moved closer. Head resting on his shoulder. The whole fight seemed silly now, but you knew you still had to talk about it.

“I’m sorry for calling you a bastard, and an ass hole.” You joked. You definitely weren’t sorry, he didn’t have to know that.

He laughed, and you felt a weight lift of your shoulders.

“No I deserved it.”

“Yeah, you did.” You laughed.

You two sat in silence, the only thing breaking it was the cheers of the crowd. Who scored? You don’t know. Did you care? Not one bit.

“And I love you.” He smiled at that, his arm resting around your shoulder, rubbing lightly up and down.

“I love you. So damn much. No, that’s not enough. I love you so much that I’d give up football for you. I love you so much that i’d let Declan beat me every time we play fifa. I love you so much that I-”

You shut him up with a kiss. The kiss was more than just two lips touching. It was full of love. Full of passion. Full of 4 years of love you’d shared with this boy. 4 years of laughter, smiles, and tears.

“No harm Mason. You absolutely stink.”

He laughed, missing your banter. Even if it was just for a few hours. He never ever wanted to stop hearing your laugh.

“Guess we should shower then.” He prompted. Trying his luck.

“Showering’s a solo task.” You said.

He stood up, grabbing the back of your thighs as he lifted you, bridal style.

“When has showering ever been a solo task with us?”

Part 2???

This was inspired by a fic I read ages ago, and cant find the author :( If you do, let me know!

#mason mount x y/n #mason mount x reader #mason mount fanfic #mason mount fluff #mason mount imagine #mason mount #mason mount angst #footballer imagine #footballer angst

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mulders-too-large-shirt · 1 month ago

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my favorite scully moments from s4

in episode 1, she cracks encrypted messages, commenting that “you say ‘a twenty letter code’ to any scientist and they immediately think ‘protein amino acid sequence code’, which is what this turned out to be” <- and that is genius at work right there!!

skinner pulling her aside to ask “do you realize what you are promoting?” when she puts together there's a whole international smallpox conspiracy, and she cuts him off with a clear “i am a SCIENTIST, sir” <- that is right!! you tell him!!!

trying and failing to come up with a theory for how the photos in episode 4 became terrifying: “plus, the film is two years out of date” “oh” “the-the photographic chemistry could have changed” “uh-huh” “the-the dyes fade… they… alright, that’s your theory?” (had me absolutely giggling)

we also learn in episode 4 that she took german in college <3

in episode 6, she spends a great deal of time explaining the science behind sleeping pills and their controversial effects

(and i also loved her fury that such an advanced facility was being used for plastic surgery rather than life-saving care)

tearing into the culture of lawlessness while testifying in episode 9; talking about how she left the medical field to protect the innocent and punish the guilty- such an excellent moment, more of that good old fashioned scully righteous rage combined with inherent optimism- and her continuing to read her statement despite the council repeatedly cutting her off (as she should!)

choosing to be jailed rather than reveal where mulder was located, because she will do the right thing no matter the consequences (and is also just a really great friend)

((and bonus points for skinner checking up on her: “you holding up alright?” “i’ve got plenty to read”, she says, as she flips through medical texts))

“it is my natural inclination to believe they are acting in the best interest of the truth… but i am not inclined to follow my own judgment in this case” (casting aside her own optimism in the face of such corruption, understanding her personal bias and objectively putting it to the side… i admire her ability to do so)

((but still. after all she has been through, it is natural for her to believe that the government means well. it's incredible))

this exchange from episode 12: “where could he hide an adult body where it wouldn’t be found?” “i’ll show you” (cut to them sorting through the medical waste, mulder looking horrified as she casually says she needs his longer arms to sift through the body parts)

((but isn't it just great that she knew the answer to that question instantly?))

in episode 12, when she realizes that leonard betts trying to kill her means she has cancer, she responds to mulder saying she should be proud of stopping him with a quiet “i just want to go home”

(we get another "i'm going home" moment in episode 22, after their confrontation in the hallway about her fears, and the exhaustion contained in those few words could make me weep)

in episode 14, she writes letters saying goodbye to mulder, trying to convince him her inevitable death was not his fault: “and if the darkness should have swallowed me as you read this, you must never think there was the possibility of some secret intervention, something you might have done”, she wrote, knowing how he would blame himself, trying to spare his feelings of guilt even as she knew she had so little time left

later on, her nose starts bleeding while they're making an arrest; “quit staring at me, i’m fine!”, she says in the voice of someone who is deeply not fine, her helplessness inspiring a fury that thrashes about and digs its claws into everything inch of her

how she told mulder she was going to die, but insisted to her mother that she was fine- her mother is furious she didn’t tell her she was sick, shaking in fear, giving her a kiss and a hug, and saying that she is her only daughter now as they hold each other. while she can tell mulder the truth, she can't find the words to tell her mom how bad things really are

writing in her journal that she needs to draw strength from mulder, needs someone to lean on, even though she works so hard to be entirely self-sufficient; “i need to know you’re out there if i’m ever to see through this”

(contrast this with her earlier attempts to do absolutely every single thing by herself and bask in the character growth)

((but then she REJECTS what she wrote in the journal, saying that she isn’t giving up, and she has so much to prove to herself and her family- they have the conversation in the hallway that made me cry and cheer and yell and experience every emotion in between as she realizes that she is something worth fighting for))

in episode 18, she tries her best to save pendrell, telling him that “we still haven’t celebrated my birthday, pendrell; i’m not gonna let you off the hook like this” - it's the way she spent his last moments on earth trying to make him smile that gets me so emotional

later, she's having this very tense face off with skinner until he notices she was trying to hide her nosebleed; he grabs her hand and says “i have a responsibility for the safety of the agents under my supervision, agent scully. i’m not going to put another agent’s life in jeopardy just to keep her out in the field”, and she assures him she’s okay with tears in her eyes (the way he pierced through her best attempts at a stony exterior… i'm emotional)

they visit max fenig’s trailer again and she still HATED it lmao, she says “i remember being amazed at what some people will call a home”

(and then she disses the very bare hotel room they visit in the next episode, saying “i’m not sure if ‘living’ is the word i would use to describe this space” - give her all of the blankets and throw pillows, she wants a cozy house)

((this, combined with her saying "i want to go home" when she is experiencing moments of earth-shattering grief, made me realize how important to her it is that she have a nice, comfortable, safe space for herself))

smirking at her own stupid joke in episode 19; “what was he wearing, a long black robe and carrying a scythe?”

she knows the lowest temperature a human body has ever reached and survived (70 degrees) and also uses the phrase “nuclear magnetic resident spectra”, both of which made my heart skip a few beats

“okay, so this photo that was never taken, when was it never taken?” <- SEVERELY underappreciated line!!!!

in the opening of episode 20, she starts reciting facts about babies born with extra appendages in incredible detail, and i want to know so badly why she is educated on the subject. scully, please give us the story time video

she also mentions her plans to write an article on “diminished acetylcholine production in recidivist offenders” when she goes home from work. because that is how she spends her evenings, very casual. no big deal (said with great sarcasm)

her realization in episode 22 that the killer had been switching around the rings on each victim’s fingers, based on some blurry photos (it was a very good catch!)

talking to her therapist, admitting she struggles to talk about her fears, and that mulder’s passion has been a source of strength during her sickness

(we then, very briefly, see her praying in her nightgown in her apartment, before mulder knocks on the door to ask for her medical opinion. i find that shot so compelling, especially when you contrast it with her saying in the finale that she is not ready to return to the church- it must be too personal to talk about, god must be something she wants to experience on her own at this point in her life)

((and she grapples with the revelation that everyone else who had seen the spirits had been dying, knowing what it means for herself))

the way she shoots the evil nurse in the shoulder not to kill her, but to incapacitate her… scully, your aim is legendary

fun facts with scully, episode 23 edition: dostoyevsky had waxman-geschwind syndrome!

VERY FIRMLY telling mulder that he NEEDS to get to the hospital, and when he continually refuses, instead asking to go on a road trip, she agrees... ONLY on the condition that she drives!!!!

and when his terrible trauma ketamine trip culminates in him almost shooting her and himself, she manages to talk sense into him, before she rests her entire body on him, shielding him, not letting him move, weighing him down like an anchor back to reality

(her being the one taking charge in this episode even while she feels she is losing so much of her agency in her life makes me so emotional)

when mulder interrupts her family dinner in episode 24 to go on a quest for alien answers, she reminds him that this is his goal, and not hers. when he tries to convince her, she refuses to budge- it was frustrating to watch him put her in that situation, but amazing to watch her stand her ground

(and the fact that she wasn’t able to tell him her cancer was getting much worse is also so fascinating to me- why couldn't she bear to break it to him? would saying it aloud make it real?)

and of course, her tracking down the dude that shoved her down the stairs and nearly hitting him with her car (it was deeply satisfying)

#so many good moments. she is my girl!!!#the x files #txf #dana scully

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miuuuka · 3 months ago

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Shifting is a simple concept

Going off my point in my previous post “find what works for you”, I mentioned how shifting is a simple concept and how we could basically all agree that it stems from yourself. So in other words, shifting is what you decide it to be. Some of you might’ve heard this already, but actually take time to let this sink in. Shifting is just what you decide it is. If you decided that you shift by setting an intention, then that’s how you will be in your DR. If you decided that you shift by detaching from your CR then connecting with your DR, then that’s simply the way it is. If you decided that you shift by daydreaming of scenarios in your DR, then yes, that’s what will happen the next time you daydream about your DR.

You might think “I know this already. What’s your point?” My point is, if you know this already, then why are you still searching for answers? I know some people are on here for scripting, DR ideas, and other stuff, but I’m talking to those who still waits for their ‘aha’ moment after reading a post. Or when they are waiting for that one post to magically change their belief/assumption on shifting.

I’m sorry if you feel called out, I really do just want to help you. If you did feel called out, try this exercise. For now, forget everything you have read and just allow yourself to think. Ask yourself why. There’s different whys for everyone:

- “Why do I feel the need to constantly read more shifting posts?”

- “Why am I waiting for an ‘aha’ moment when I already I can shift?”

And so on. Now once you’ve answered that question, ask yourself why again. After you answered that question, ask why again. Do this again and again until you notice a pattern in your thinking. Once you realized how your beliefs and assumptions are, you have found your answer. Here’s an example with one of my old beliefs:

“Why do I always go on Amino whenever I wake up still in my CR?”

“Because I want to know what I did wrong.”

“Why?”

“Because I trust the shifting community to point out what I can improve.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t know what to do.”

“Why?”

“Because I have always depended on the shifting community to tell what to do and how to shift.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t trust myself.”

Once I knew that it wasn’t something that I wanted, I decide that it’s not mine anymore. And surprise surprise, it now wasn’t.

I hope I was able to get you to understand that you can pick and choose in shifting, that there’s only ever you and will always only be you in shifting. Anyways, happy shifting! Have a great day/night <3

#reality shifting #shifting blog #shifting #shifting community #shiftblr

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electric-s0da · 7 months ago

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Please note that; this post has showings/depictions of blood and strong language found within some of the drawings. @moonverc3x convinced me to join on in the @kirbyoctournament with their very persuasive words.

Bro got a really captivating vocab, how can I refuse? /pos Anyways, I am submitting Neko! Pronounced as Nico cause it took me over 3 years to realize that I was dyslexic and had been saying 'Neko' wrong the whole time. Created on SEPTEMBER 11th 2018 My oldest Kirby OC. Lil Man started off as a little cat with an absolutely horrendous design that was bleeding with the affection I had for the Kirby fandom and anime. Filled to the brim with cringe.

[OLD ART FROM 2018] Skipping over a few years, he was redesigned with any sanity I had to salvage them. Thus came this new iteration of Neko. Which is whatever you call this.

[OLD ART FROM 2022-2023] Which is still a cannon version of him but not the specific version of him that I'm submitting to this tournament. I got out of drawing puffballs and borbs in the fandom so if someone asks me to draw in the Kirby species format it may or may not look very good 👍 Coming to my last design of him that will be submitted into the ring to fight it out in brackets. His biker arc.

[ART FROM LATE 2023 TO PRESENT] This variation of Neko was made for an RP with a friend group I've been a part of since 2017 on the good ol Kirby Amino I know traumatized a whole lot of you that was on it during the prime and golden age of Amino. Therapy isn't cheap but I hope those affected can find comfort knowing the place has fallen into ruins, dusted with spider webs and rotting as the app burns from the inside. Anyways, this version of him grew up in an underground fight ring which was his home after living on the streets for his whole life, before it was discovered and the whole place scattered him and his friends across the region where the story takes place. I didn't write the story for this RP that was heavily inspired by TOTK, but that's the gist of his backstory. He's very laid back now that he'd older but was much cockier when in the fight ring. He very much mellowed out after his whole home got taken away. Learning to not treat everything like it was easily disposable in life. Neko is and has always been caring to his friends and family, doing his best to take care of them without letting his strong persona mask slip off. His ethnicity is Filipino. His current design across the board is based on my childhood cat named Jingles and his personality is based on another one of my cats that passed away last year at the age of 18. While some may thing this isn't important to mention I have to say those people are wrong as he really did shape Neko into the character that they are. So overall I hope to whomever read this far you enjoyed learning about Neko! Thanks for reading and good luck to the other bracket competitors, may the best OC win this :] Ciao~! Bonus: I don't have pictures of Jingles but I do of Spookie <3

#cat #kirby #kirby right back at ya #my art #oc #Kirby tournament #hoshi no kaabii #oc artwork #kirby ocs #gay biker #biker #oc art tag #childhood pets #kirby oc tournament

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aphverse-confessions · 20 days ago

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@ prev mystreet s6-lover anon:

now that i think about it, i actually (kinda) agree. 😳

when it first came out back in 2018/2019, i HATED it. i would write long rants on amino about how shitty and rushed i thought the writing was, how they were killing too many people off, how the characterization is off and it's too plot-focused, how jason is a bad writer, how how the whole thing just sucks... 14-year-old me was brutal towards s6. i was hating like i was getting paid for it.

but i watched it again after 5 years a few months ago and... it's not as bad as i remember it being??? i actually kinda like it. i still think it's too rushed and too plot-focused & not character-focused enough... but i like how ambitious it is in terms of lore and story. it's definitely mystreet's most immersive season, the closest it got to being an actual show. the voice acting is very good and it's arguably the most emotional season.

i enjoyed aphmau's character a lot more in s6 than any other mystreet season. she seemed a lot more mature and less "uwu i'm a smol potato" than in previous season. and i liked it when she took over as protag again in the second half of the season.

ofc there are issues i have with the portrayal of a lot of characters but i won't get into that here.

even though michael is hard to take seriously sometimes because he's just hilarious af and acts like a diva stuck in the body of an ancient demon, i still found his character very interesting and his VA did an amazing job. i enjoyed the callbacks to mcd. the ultima lore was meh, but i found the demon warlock lore, irene lore and especially the celestial cannon lore to be fascinating.

i just wish it wasn't so packed. it would've worked much better with more episodes, slower pacing and more buildup. it's a very ambitious season, maybe too ambitious for its own good.

it's kinda camp too. mystreet season 6 kinda reminds me of riverdale, with how ridiculous some of the plot points are. but ridiculous in a good way. very much melodramatic, guilty pleasure territory.

so, yeah, s6 has grown on me quite a bit ig. i like s6, even with all its issues.

plus, the soundtrack is incredible... the praetorium theme (penitus) my beloved ♥️

#aphmau confessions #aphmau #aphblr #aphverse #aphmau mystreet #mystreet #happies

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dollfaceirene · 10 months ago

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50 DAY SC CHALLENGE: UPDATE 2

It's been 5 days since the last 50 Day Self Concept challenge and it's been such a rocky road but i've been having my mental struggle lately but i ain't giving up so far into the challenge.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟔: Again, spent the day persisting in my SC & listened to affirmation tapes. Not really any updates here but i feel like my sc has improved sm

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟕: i woke up and found myself wavering again! It didnt help how i felt like i was bedrotting this entire week so it just led to start spiralling and have such low self esteem thoughts. However, in the middle of the day, i just persisted and listened to my sc tapes and tried to maintain a good self concept no matter what

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟖: felt myself fall back into the "conforming to the 3D" stage again due to feeling jealous by others success stories. Idk why but i just always seem to fall back on the 3D validation and find it hard to stop conforming to the outer reality. But i still continued to persist neverless

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟗: been looping my affirmation tapes while just affirming. It lowkey feels like im tryna convince myself i have what i want instead of actually feeling fulfilled. Im scared im "sabotaging" my desires and that if i dont think in a certain way (having no doubts) then it wont happen. But anywho, im still persisiting regardless

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟎: these last 2-3 days, i;ve been feeling weird like my mind has been feeling soooo cluttered. I found myself "rejecting" my affirmations (like feeling like what i was telling myself wasn't true) and that i felt like my mindset felt so "cloudy". I tried listening to affirmation tapes but even those weren't hitting as they used to and i realised that staying home my whole winter break caused me to just be "hyper-aware" of my thoughts leading me to just SPIRALLLL. I was overconsuming loa content, i was scared i was "self-sabotaging" myself and etc, and i genuinely felt so shit. So i decided, i'd take a new approach. I made a sc & mindset playlist of subliminals that helped me previously and looped them while watching my comfort show. i felt sm more better and felt like a weight had been lifted off my chest. I read some amino posts and decided to continue to persist no matter and persisted throughout the day.

#desired reality #law of assumption #shifting #loa tumblr #dollfaceirene #manifestation #loa #loa blog #loassumption #neville goddard #50dayselfconceptchallengeupdate2 #50dayselfconceptchallenge #law of attraction

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theambitiouswoman · 2 years ago

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Benefits of drinking bone broth

Bone broth is a nutrient-dense liquid made by simmering bones, vegetables and connective tissue in water for an extended period of time, typically for several hours or even days. Some of the benefits of drinking bone broth include:

Provides Nutrients: Bone broth is a rich source of nutrients such as collagen, gelatin, amino acids, and minerals like calcium, magnesium, and potassium, which can help support the health of your bones, joints, skin, and hair.

Supports Gut Health: The gelatin and other compounds found in bone broth may help soothe and repair the lining of the digestive tract, which can improve gut health and potentially reduce inflammation.

Boosts Immune Function: The amino acids found in bone broth may have immune-boosting properties that can help improve your body's ability to fight off infections and illnesses.

May Reduce Inflammation: Some research suggests that the anti-inflammatory properties of bone broth may help reduce inflammation in the body, which is linked to many chronic health conditions.

Supports Joint Health: The collagen and other compounds found in bone broth may help support the health of your joints, reducing pain and inflammation associated with conditions like arthritis.

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paigelts05 · 2 months ago

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Halloween of 97 [FNAF, Renegade AU]

https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/1109609701

Published: Oct 13, 2024

I saw the HalloweenParty challenge over on the FNAF amino at the start of October, and decided that I just had to draw PT and Krasnyy showing off some pumpkins they carved in a Polaroid photo!

Krasnyy is one of the many Phone Guys within the Renegade AU, and he's also the protagonist of my FNAF Fangame, The Haunted Watch. PT is my main FNAF OC, and she also makes a cameo in THW in the true ending. This makes the two of them (plus the rest of the Renegade AU's Location C guards) officially fangame characters.

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1997 had been a rough year for Krasnyy.

Some time early-ish in the year, the ghost within Golden Freddy, Gerald Taylor, enacted the final stage of his plan to get a human on the animatronics team. Becoming the 'Voice of the animatronics' was one of the worst days of Krasnyy's life.

August had spelled Freddy's location C's final week of operation, and during that week, Gerald Taylor had pushed Krasnyy's sanity to its limits, only managing to remain sane thanks to the ghosts of other guards using an arcade machine to fake a game (via interactive puppet show) that'd show Krasnyy what his predicament looks like to an outsider and help him find a way to save himself from the kid's control.

September had spelled an anonymous tip about the CL4 incident - one of location 0's stranger mysteries - that one of the victims was alive and had been transferred to a lab somewhere in the woods, and in following the leads, Krasnyy helped get Charlie (who had already long left the lab by the time the two crossed paths) back to civilisation.

October offered a break and the chance to just have fun for once, decorating the house and carving pumpkins with PT.

PT carved her pumpkin into what was either a cat or a bunny, whilst Krasnyy made an intricate carving of the head of Shadow Freddy's robot form, though with both ears as the human form of Shadow Freddy, Philip Guy, tends to have both purple bear ears.

You can take the guy out of Freddy's, but you can't take the Freddy's out of the Guy. Literally. Krasnyy Guy is posessed by Shadow Freddy, and if Philip Guy was to un-possess his son, Krasnyy would actually bleed out and die.

Regardless, Krasnyy was able to finally catch a break during his favourite holliday.

Meanwhile, PT had an alright year. Aside from the fact that it was impossible to do anything to ease the pain that being the Voice of the animatronics caused Krasnyy, as Golden Freddy never showed his physical form when in her presence, likely because the kid knew that PT would destroy him if she had the chance because of what he had done to Krasnyy.

PT knew that her repair strategy of dismantling the animatronics to fix them safely was just about the only thing that gave her the edge at Freddy's and made the animatronics not attack her. In part out of fear from her pre-repair dismantlings, and in part out of respect for how she'd always put them back together so skillfully that they wound up good as new (it's just a shame that there weren't any spare outer shells for Foxy).

In August, after Freddy's closed, she found herself in need of a new job, so she found the niche of making animatronics that aren't designed as death traps and worked with Fritz to start a business where they'd make animatronics, and repair any and all mechanical objects and electronics.

By early October, PT and Fritz had managed to establish themselves as Smith&Tea robotics so they could finally take some of the financial burdens of living off of Krasnyy for PT and Jeremy for Fritz.

Now with finances relatively stable, PT could make sure that this first Halloween after Freddy's would be the best one ever.

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komorebi-rabbit · 7 months ago

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Hey you!

I just came from your Sasori Roleplay account. I wasn't sure if you were active there anymore, so I hopped on over here via your pinned post.

You seem like a talented and fun person to roleplay with, so I thought why not ask?

I've read your rules and some of the older blogs and they really resonated with me.

I used to roleplay Itachi on Amino like you used to play/still play(?) Sasori on here. Those in depth roleplays that just make my heart sing. And also the RPs that are a pain to find because...well...novella takes work. And building a bond with a character who isn't naturally friendly takes even more time.

Still those have got to be the most fun times I can remember from my teens. And I misss them...

It was quite challenging to find people who share similar views on roleplaying and like the same fandom. So I must have given up sometime back. And when I read your blog today, I was instantly like "Oh my god this is exactly what I was looking for" (except like 6 years passed since I last attempted that xD)

So I wanted to pop in and say "Hi, I love your blog already!" but that didn't quite suffice so here we are xD.

It's kinda funny because after all this time not roleplaying, I found myself on tumblr, figured why not make a Sasori RP account (there are many others for the Naruto characters) to have some fun and be nostalgic? But...there was still a little 'eh' that was missing. And I found it in your blog.

I adore it, when people just get their characters and portray them correctly. And I've been aching to find more people like this. I remember it being quite the challenge in the past, back in my Itachi days, so it was like a gift to find your account!

Anyways, I am trailing off-

I'd love to RP with you sometime. Or...to just chat and reminisce about days past, even if I just discovered you today. I just know I would have loved to have you in my Akatsuki geoup back in 2015.

I hope you have a lovely day!

This is the SWEETEST message, oh my lord, thank you so much! You have no idea how happy this made me and how much I needed this little spark of positivity in my life right now!

I unfortunately no longer RP on tumblr due to some incidents that have made me wary over the years. I also no longer RP Sasori, but I do still RP in the Naruto fandom, just on Discord with friends that I am comfortable with. Novella does take work! But man, if it isn't worth the effort! I'm so glad people are still RPing and taking up Sasori. He absolutely deserves that love! Unfortunately, I did most of my tumblr RP back when the manga was still ongoing and tumblr was at its peak so there was a LOT more interaction then than I see these days. I wish it could go back to being that way! I miss a lot of the friends I made back then! (But also I'm still friends with some of them 10 years later, it's fantastic. You really form some lasting bonds). Even back then, however, there were only ever a couple of Sasori accounts (like... maybe 3, not including myself? And most were not active).

I'm mostly a Shisui RPer these days, though I do write for Kakashi, Tobirama, Kisame, and Izuna, too! Like I said, though, I only RP with those I'm super comfortable with, but if you want, I have plenty of recs for you! I'm also KomorebiRabbit on AO3 and @komorebirabbitwrites. My Sasori is actually heavily based on characterization from @renaerys and her works from back then (such as Zero Hour) and she is still writing FANTASTIC Sasori works to this day. I mean absolutely unbelievable, haunting, you will never get it out of your head type fics. Her characterization is unparalleled and also she's just an awesome person in general! I also mod @sasoriweek which will happen again in November of this year!

Also, if you like dark, horror-heavy Sasori, Athelise on AO3 is absolutely amazing! She writes such an interesting Sasori and some phenomenal smut, I definitely recommend her!

#Forever fave #I hope you dont mind me posting this ask #I wanted to save it cause it really is so so sweet of you to send this #sasori-anon #ask

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carnalhaus · 7 months ago

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how did you start posting about your characters? im too afraid to start cus I have no clue how 😭

truthfully i really started posting on amino when i was like 12. for some reason people really digged them there, so when i came here a couple years later when i was 14 i just started posting whatever i wanted LOL. i didn’t really worry at all about interactions because i cared more about just having my stuff out there rather than getting attention from it.

i feel like that’s something a lot of artists need to get over if that makes sense. when you find close people who you can share things with and bounce ideas off of then you don’t care about whether strangers are giving you attention from it or not. i think that’s a big reason why i feel like i can post so freely on the internet.

BUT onto more stuff about your actual question lol, i guess it differs on what platform you’re posting on. on tumblr, im pretty erratic with everything. i just post art, or post lore explanations or silly things, but i make sure to keep it with the same tags for the most part so its relatively easy for other people to navigate.

for tiktok what i found really helpful was making those infographic posts i reposted on here. people have erm short attention spans over there sometimes so i always try and lay things out as simple as possible in an easy to read format.

for twitter it kinda depends, i just find myself posting notes app screenshots lol

as for people actually seeing your stuff it depends on what kind of ocs they are (if they belong to a fandom or not or whatever) and stuff like that, but i suggest you don’t stress about it too much. i for one barely use tags on any platform so i kinda just let people find things by chance and they’ll stick around if they’re interested

#asks

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thejakeformerlyknownasprince · 2 years ago

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Eleutherophobia Deleted Scene

@eomund42 #might have to post as a DVD extra or whatever

Yes please!

[This fragment was originally part of Chapter 6 of How I Live Now. I got rid of it because a) the conversation around Jake’s table was getting too long, b) the tone doesn’t work given how the chapter opens, and c) I accidentally left Rachel and Effilit unsupervised in the yeerk pool, so I needed to retcon that the Tobys were guarding her while everyone else was at the house.]

“Food? They had enough kandrona for years.”

“Not the yeerks, the hosts!” I stood up, pacing as I talked. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t spotted it before. “The Blade ship only had space for a few months’ worth of food storage, and I know that at least some of that was taken up with bark for hork-bajir or taxxon meat for taxxons.”

Marco made a gagging noise which I ignored.

“Visser Seventeen didn't bother restocking those stores or even checking them. Humans are omnivores, that’s a big part of what makes us so useful,” I continued, “and the yeerks always assumed that they could feed a human body just about anything that didn’t poison it and it would keep going.” I turned around, making eye contact with Eva. She was nodding slowly. “But what if that’s not the case? What if they ran through the human food supply they had on board and couldn’t find any alternatives that had all the vitamins or amino acids or whatever that a human body needs?”

“They really don’t know as much about humans as they think they do.” Eva offered me a tight little smile. “Edriss wrote up most of the intel they have on us and... Well. Edriss wasn’t a disinterested party, given that her life depended on her ability to convince the Council that humans were worth the Empire’s time.”

“That would explain why the Blade ship hasn’t been back sooner,” I said, resting both hands on the back of the empty chair. “They’ve probably been hopping around between planets this entire time searching for a plant or animal source that’s close enough to Earth food.”

“Until they got desperate enough to come back here,” Cassie said.

I nodded. “Humans can digest just about anything, but that doesn’t mean they can live off it indefinitely. The yeerks probably found a few partial food sources, and they might have bought themselves some time by forcing one of the hosts to morph a large animal, become a nothlit, and then—”

Marco made his stop-talking-about-cannibalism gagging noise again, this time louder.

“Anyway,” I said, conceding the point this time. “Maybe there’s no vitamin K in the universe in a form humans can use. Maybe there’s no calcium. I don’t know, but whatever it is they’re missing, they’d get desperate enough and have to come back here.”

“So this is a quick trip. A grab and go.” Cassie exchanged a glance with Jake.

“Which means that if Rachel doesn’t come back within a few hours they’ll probably leave without her,” Jake concluded.

“And that brings us back to Tom’s original point,” Eva said. “We need to figure out where the rest of them are hiding. Immediately.”

<Rachel can tell us right now if we figure out a way to get that thing out of her head,> Tobias pointed out.

Having arrived firmly back at square one, we all sat there in frustrated silence for several seconds.

“Could you contact your illusionist?” Eva said. “Make, I don't know, a hologram vanarx to threaten it with?”

I glanced over at her. That wasn’t a bad idea.

“Illusionist?” Marco said. “What illusionist?”

“Your person who makes the holograms,” I said impatiently.

“We don’t have a person who makes holograms.” Marco glanced at Jake, who gave a slight nod. “I mean, maybe if Ax-man asked the Dome ship nicely they’d be willing to whip something up, but that’d take too long.”

Eva leveled a long, unamused stare at Marco. “I may have been born at night, querido, but I wasn’t born last night.”

Marco looked away, shoulders hunching.

“Eva,” Jake said. “Please trust us. We’re telling the truth that we don’t have an illusionist.”

“I know perfectly well that you six did not whip up an entire fake hork-bajir valley in less than three hours using parts you found at Radio Shack,” she said flatly. “Humans still don't have that kind of technology. Probably not the andalites either. So. Who helped you?”

“Technically...” Ax said. “Eck. Nick. Lally.” He trailed off. That appeared to be all he was going to say on the subject.

I looked at Eva. Eva looked at me. We were adults, I reminded myself, in a room full of kids. There was no need to bristle with defensiveness, no need to feel like the only two losers out of the loop.

“You could make a hologram on that scale, with that level of sophistication, right now?” Eva said to Ax.

And now none of the Animorphs were looking at her.

<Those were special circumstances,> Tobias mumbled.

“And the current situation doesn't count as special circumstances?” I looked slowly around at each of them. Jake wouldn't meet my eyes, but Marco leveled me with a hard, defiant stare.

<No, just…>

“You just can’t have the zombies knowing about it?” I asked.

Cassie stiffened.

Jake held up both hands in a placating gesture, looking between me and Eva. “It isn’t possible, okay? So leave it.”

I shoved forward to brace both hands on the tabletop. At least three of them flinched. “Just like it’s not possible for you to pull an exact copy of Cassie out of your collective asses? Cut it and it’d bleed, but scan it for life forms and it’d pop up as inorganic. Hang onto it for over two hours and it wouldn’t demorph, but take your eyes off it for a second and—” I snapped my fingers. “It’d disappear into thin air. You mind telling me how you pulled that one off?”

There was a long silence. Tobias had developed an apparent fascination with straightening his own feathers. Cassie just looked annoyed with me.

“Didn’t think I’d notice that, did you?” I asked them, voice flat.

“To be honest?” Marco said. “No, we didn’t.”

“It's not our secret to tell,” Cassie blurted. “We swear.”

Marco glanced at Jake again. Jake looked at Cassie, who looked from Tobias to Ax and then back to Jake. Jake looked back at Marco.

“Since Tom and I are clearly the only ones who give a damn about actually helping Rachel,” Eva said, “perhaps it would be best if we left the room.”

“Chee!” Marco shouted.

We all looked at him.

“That's whose hologram tech we were using,” he said. “The chee.”

It was progress, anyway. “What’s a chee?” I said.

Jake muttered something about there not being time for all this, but looked up at me and said “There was this species called the pemalites.”

“Yeah, everybody knows about pemalites.” I frowned. “Wait, you’re telling me they’re not extinct?”

“They are,” Jake said. “But they built robotic companions before they died. And those companions, those chee, were specifically designed to look and sound and even feel like anything they wanted. The chee can’t commit violence, not even to save a life. But, yeah, they can make a copy of Cassie — or the hork-bajir valley — on command.”

“Please, you can’t tell anyone,” Cassie said. “Their existence depends on their secrecy.”

I shrugged. “I so do not care that the pemalites left behind a bunch of sex bots, and don’t think anyone else will either. Can they help us?”

“Sex bots? Sex bots?” Marco spluttered, twisting around to glare at me. “They're not sex bots, you absolute sixth-grader.”

“’Chee’ literally just means ‘friend,’” Cassie said.

“And you can program them to look like anyone you want because…?” I raised my eyebrows.

Cassie opened her mouth halfway, and left it open.

“Jake?” Marco said imploringly. “Tell me the chee aren’t sex bots.”

Jake patted Marco on the arm. “The chee aren’t sex bots.”

“See?” Marco said to me. “You are a disgusting human being, and oughta be ashamed to open your mouth.”

“Always am,” I said, smiling angelically.

<Anyway, it’s a moot point.> Tobias glared at me. <The chee wouldn’t spit on us if we were on fire, even if we could contact them. Which we can’t.>

“Why, what happened?” I asked.

Jake suddenly became fascinated with the grain of the tabletop in front of him. Cassie made a noise of annoyance in the back of her throat, also looking away.

“He was fine,” Marco said loudly. “Jake did nothing wrong.”

“Who was fine?” Eva asked.

“No one!” Marco waved his hands. “I mean everyone! Everyone was fine. So don’t worry about it.”

I made eye contact with Eva. Yep, right back to the feeling we were the nerds being tolerated by the cool kids’ table but not allowed in on the joke.

“Tobias is right,” Cassie said. “We’re wasting time with this discussion. The chee are well-hidden enough that we couldn’t find them if we tried. And even if we did they wouldn’t help.”

“You can’t even ask,” Eva said tiredly. “You don’t think it would be worth trying to ask for help.”

“They can look like anyone.” Marco did look genuinely apologetic now. “Anything. Trees, rocks, the wall behind them. They don’t want to be found, and so we’re never going to find them again.”

“Okay.” Jake ran a hand over his face. “Okay. An illusion is a dead end. We’re on the right track, though. How else could we get a, um, a yeerk-eating-thing?”

“Varanx,” I provided. “And we even if we had one for real, it’d just eat Rachel’s brain right along with the yeerk.”

“So that idea’s a bust, but…” Jake looked around the table. “But…”

<Is there another way to get it out by force?> Tobias threw in. <Brain surgery, something like that.>

I winced. I knew of 10 or 12 people who’d had yeerks removed by force. Two had survived. One was in a vegetative state, and the other was, well... Spacey Gervais. Who lived up to his name.

“Is there anyone among our allies qualified to perform brain surgery?” Ax looked at Jake. “Your father, perhaps?” Then he twisted to look at Cassie. “Or yours?”

“Not on a human,” Cassie said, even as Jake shook his head.

“That’s also likely to be a dead end.” Eva was leaning more heavily against the wall, but glared at me when I tried to nudge my empty chair over to her. “Human brains are strange, and poorly understood by humans and yeerks alike.”

<Rachel’s a morpher.> Tobias looked from Eva back to Cassie. <She can heal from any amount of damage that doesn’t kill her instantly.>

“Or leave her comatose,” Cassie said. “Or otherwise unable to make a mental image of an elephant and then will her body to become that. And I don’t think Ben Carson himself could get an entire yeerk loose without taking apart most of the host brain as well.”

“No surgery.” Jake rested both hands on the table, closing the discussion. “No varanx, real or imaginary. It seems like we keep coming back to persuasion as the best way to get it out.”

I hated persuasion. Because I had an idea for persuasion, and I was going to pitch it to the group when hell froze over.

Hell froze over… or Rachel’s life was on the line.

I sighed. “Yeah. Fine. I’ll do it.”

Cassie looked up at me. “Do what?”

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midwestbramble · 3 months ago

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Astral Dynamics Book Review

I had a shorter review of this book on Pagan & Witches Amino that is no longer there. Here I plan to expand on it. I originally read this in the book club that used to be run on the app.

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Contents:

Synopsis

What I Liked

What I Didn't Like

Overall Thoughts

Conclusion

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Published 2009

"Have you ever wanted to fly, walk through walls, to travel to outer space, to explore exotic planets and realms, to visit friends and loved ones, to experience spiritual dimensions, or just to have thrilling adventures beyond your physical body? If so, then this is the book for you!

In this masterfully evolved, tenth-anniversary edition of his famous classic, author Robert Bruce provides everything you need to understand and achieve out-of-body experiences. Bruce provides innovative techniques on how to work with your higher self to activate and develop your energy centers, to exit your body, to navigate the astral and mental planes, and to return safely with clear memories of exciting out-of-body adventures.

Drawing on decades of experience, of not only astral traveling himself but effectively teaching others how to get out of body, Bruce provides everything you need in this superb volume: a personal narrative, a how-to and trouble-shooting guide, and a groundbreaking theoretical perspective. Whether you are a skeptic, a veteran astral projector, a novice, or an armchair traveler, there's treasure here--a masterpiece of understanding and achieving out-of-body experiences."

-from the back of the book

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What I Liked

This book starts with the authors theories on how astral projection works. Having even an idea of how and why things work, I think, can really help with any issues that you may come across. I really think this books shining feature is just how many issues it helps you work through. I can't think of a situation that you might run into that isn't in this book. Another wonderful feature is that it doesn't rely on visualization. It has a real focus on feeling your way out of the body and feeling energy moving instead of seeing it. There are various ways listed for people to try to enter trance states as well, so if one or two methods don't work for you, there are others to fall back on.

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What I Didn't Like

My main issue with this book is how New Agey it gets, which is pretty mild in comparison to some others. It does talk about chakras, which are bastardized by new agers. There's a lot of talk of being in communication with your higher self, but more so in what feels like a more psychological view point but the higher self part is what is throwing me off. One other issue is talking about waking paralysis (otherwise known as sleep paralysis), basically saying that if you experience it then your spirit just hasn't fully returned to your body yet. I don't find anything harmful in what he says exactly since he basically gives you a way to try to get out of it that is similar to what the Cleveland Clinic suggests. It's just some people can take these things too far. There's also discussion of the Akashic Records which stems from Theosophy, which bastardizes a lot of Hindu and Buddhist religious beliefs.

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Overall Thoughts

This book would be useful for those who are struggling with things like spirit flight. If none of the methods that are in other books, I think this one would be good to try. You just want to really be aware of New Age beliefs and history. This video is a great starting point for learning more about the New Age.

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Conclusion

I don't agree with everything in this book but I do think this book can be helpful for a certain demographic. We shouldn't take everything a book says as gospel and this is a good example. I hope this review helped you decide if this book was for you or not. Astral Dynamics can be found on amazon and Thrift Books.

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wcamino-confessions · 1 year ago

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Alright so there was a post about someone having a carbon copy of my character that was requested to be removed so I am remaking that post as some new stuff happened and I don't believe this person deserves any sympathy as they are trying to pull the victim card. I tried my best to work things out and they lied about what happened, went straight to LT and got me muted/a strike. However, Larkin, this is outside of Amino now. LT won't help you here, I was respectful until you did that shit. Just like how LT didn't help me with your theiving ass even after being told from the designer that the character was indeed copied, you still wanted to use the character. === Okay so back in 2019, my friend group and I opened a public warrior cats roleplay on Discord. Thats when a problemtic user joins, we decided to let him join until some supervision from our staff team. The punishments within our server were pretty leanate but for this one member, any rule broken would have been an instant ban. He created some drama outside of our server for coping designs and passing them off as freebies in our roleplay so we had him removed. When he was removed, he stole a lot of characters including mine and procecced to sell, trade, and scam many people with our characters. This happened four years ago and I still am dealing with everything. While doing a Toyhouse purge, Larkin commented on my post offering a trade for a character and went I was looking through their characters, I ran into a character that looked like my character so I asked the person about it. I believe I was being quite nice about the entire situation despite all the stress and frustration I felt having to deal with this all over again.

After this interaction, I went to the designer who made the character. I already knew the character was redesigned/inspired by my own but just to get proof to get this person to understand that these two characters are not similar, they're a redesign. I did blur out the person's name who got the character redesign as I did speak to them prior to making this and just as I thought, they got the character in a trade a year ago and never ended up using them. I figure this would be the case so their privacy in the screenshot below is blurred.

After telling Larkin the information I found out, I informed Larkin and asked for the character to be sent to me so I could delete them to prevent anyone else from being scammed. I was trying to come to an agreement with Larkin and offered to sell them the copyright usage, which they showed interest in but I was still unsure at this point because they have been stolen and sold so many times in the past. They claimed they were interested in buying the character if I decided to sell them, this is what they lied about. They went to LT claiming I was forcing them to buy or delete the character which wasn't the case. When I was done with that, they asked if they could redesign the character that was based off of my character which I told them no.

With that being said, Larkin just wanted the redesign but I wasn't gonna let that happen as I wasn't okay with the redesign in the first place. They only wanted the redesign of my character and in order to get the redesign, I would have to sell the entire character as their version of mine was stolen. Shortly after this conversation, I did send another message just asking if the character was deleted and everything. They asked if the issue was solved, and I don't remember what I said. LT deleted these last couple messages that were exchanged. I did not delete anything from our chats as I typically keep evidence in case of things like this. This is what LT muted me for, I was supposably forcing this person to buy the rights or delete the character but as these screenshots prove, they wanted to buy the character after I mentioned a way to solve the dispute. You are a fucking liar Larkin. I wanted to help you and fix this without getting the LT involved, but clearly we couldn't come to an agreement because you were being stubborn after finding out the character was indeed stolen. and yes, I did report you to Toyhouse about everything. I would have liked to solve things peacefully since I have gotten my Toyhouse reported, frozen and banned for something very similar to this situation where I bought a stolen character but the other person wasn't so nice. They didn't mesage me asking where I got the character from, they straight reported me for theft. I got all my characters frozen (meaning you cant transfer, do anything with them) and banned shortly after. I was also accused of making fake screenshots/proof because the person I bought the character from made fake evidence which in return backfired on me. I don't want to get anyone banned because I lost all of my characters and their images, I had to dig through thousands of dms to find everything. It was absolute hell and a huge time cosumer. I don't wish that upon anyone but since the stolen character is still on your profile, I had no choice.

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