#I will continue making my faves polish and there's nothing you can do about it

[honeymilkbubbletea]

I've seen several of your posts making characters Polish for no other reason that because it's fun. So, i present to you my latest Polish headcannon: Lord from the gray house

Oh my gosh YES!

I never thought about it, but it actually fits him! This is so funny 😭

Plus he's like my second favorite!!!!

He, of all of them, has the most "stereotypical polish character traits"

Like literally, now I see it SO clearly 💀

He checks all the boxes:

- Starts fights just because (typical polish "masz jakiś problem??") ✅️

- Seems to be always in a bad mood ✅️

- Will NOT accept help ✅️

- Always looks fucking pissed ✅️

- Or has a resting bitch face ✅️

- Miłość do ojczyzny i drugiego mężczyzny? Jak najbardziej (you can't tell me he and Tabaqui didn't have something going on) ✅️

- Likes alcohol ✅️✅️✅️

- Is the type of person that, if asked, "Why won't you smile :)" answers with "there's nothing to be smiling about in my life >:( " ✅️

Damn now I want to reread The Gray House to find even more things!

Also, funfact, when I first read this book, and Smoker was describing how the house looks like, I legit went, "Oh so typical polish school? Cool" 💀

[dipplinduo]

How would you rank the gens?

Ope I feel like I'm gonna upset some people LOL so disclaimer remember these are just my takes.

But this is how I personally see them (counting remakes as being part of the gen they remaking):

Gen 9 - Paldea Region

I've been thinking about this since the games came out, so I'd like to say recency bias isn't as much of a factor here. Bugs aside, I genuinely, genuinely love the storytelling, characterizations, and open world approach. FRIENDS THAT FEEL LIKE ACTUAL FRIENDS?? HAVING THE LEGENDARY WITH YOU THE WHOLE TIME, AND IT TOO HAS A PERSONALITY & BACKSTORY??? THREE SEPERATE STORYLINES THAT CONNECT TO A CANONICALLY DEAD PROFESSOR AND AN "EVIL AI" FINAL BOSS??? Like omg. I was amazed. I honestly usually dislike the "gimmicks" each generation brings, but terastilization caught my interest and I have a strong feeling nothing will personally top it as a gimmick for me. The DLCs really sent it all home for me for the #1 spot, like oh my god LOL. Past DLCs always just felt like something extra, but I literally cannot see this game as being complete without Kieran, Carmine & the rest of Kitakami/Blueberry peeps & their storylines. My interest in the games only grew because of all of it - and that's a massive compliment given the fact of how hard it is to accomplish such a level of monumental significance with only a few hours of gameplay. I've yet to replay the game with earlier access to The Teal Mask, but I feel like this would make it even more immersive. Just pure chef kisses here.

Gen 2 - Johto Region

A very close second. Heartgold/Soulsilver is the most elite remake in existence and idc if it's old school, I'll die on this hill. Johto is just so full of life - the continuation story is amazing, the immersion into culture and legendary stuff??? Mwah. Silver is an excellent rival, RED being a thing (the ultimate level of iconicism), and the double region will always hit. The soundtracks HIT and my god hearing them remastered iS INCREDIBLE. I even get obsessed with the pokeathlon dome and I'm usually not someone who gets into that kind of stuff. But THEY MADE IT FUN. And I love all the cute activities you can do with your team that can follow you around. So glad they brought this feature back. :')

Gen 5 - Unova Region

Oooooh I loved the reset of Gen 5. It's based on where I'm from and there were so many refreshing aspects of Black & White. From the new pokemon, to the NYC culture, to N & the whole beautiful storytelling there, and a sequel that somehow made everything even MORE polished. I literally remember referring to this region as the "Isshu Region" before the English names dropped becuase of the hype LOL. 10/10, cannot wait for these remakes. Gamefreak don't mess this up.

Gen 4 - Sinnoh Region

Oh, Gen 4. You hit good. The lowkey dreary vibes of Sinnoh is very nostalgic to me, and Piplup is one of my best buddies. Cynthia being the very first female Champion, and being as fearsome as she is, was such a big deal to me. Definetely Barbie'd her a bit in my mind because I look a like her and loved how much of an academic she was (but I def do not have her length in hair, lmao). Soundtracks are fire, of course. The way legendaries were integrated in the story without going too Dragonball Z was IMMACULATE, and the lake trio will always be my fave lil buddies. The only con I'd give this gen is that I disliked the HM reliance & D/P are practically unplayable to me since Platinum exists. I had low bars for the remake once I heard it wasn't Platinum, and ugh, they really dropped the ball. HOWEVER: while it isn't main line, I fucking love Legends: Arceus and would rather have that over an excellent remake, tbh.

Gen 1 - Kanto Region

This is another nostalgia one for me because of the fact that I quite literally was introduced to pokemon since before I can recall most memories (this is what happens when you have an older sibling with a gameboy, lol). It's probably tied with Gen 4, tbh. Firered wasn't my first game, but it hit really good because I "played" so much of R/B/Y. I know Gen 1 has its faults, and it's often seen as being pretty bare bones in comparison to other generations. And while I completely agree, god damn, what a good foundation for a franchise. Every town had a personality to it and is very memorable to me. The soundtracks are FIRE. Smaller pokedex, but damn does team building hit (and the starters are elite). Blue was also consistently my favorite rival until Kieran, lol. #oldrivalshipping/conflictingshipping was the original OTP xD

Gen 7 - Alola Region

So there's a lot of things I liked about Gen 7. It took a really big risk by breaking the formula, and it really immersed me into the Hawaiian culture & seeing your pokemon more as friends. I loved looking at pokemon in a different way and some of the pokemon introduced in this region are among my favorites (e.g. Ribombee, Bewear, Shiinotic, Mimikyu, Rockaruff, to name a few; starters also HIT). NEBBY AND LILLIE ARE ELITE. The professor is so lit, and Team Skull is the funniest team organization alive. AND YES, GET RID OF THE HMS. I honestly think a remake would make this gen jump up a bit more for me - the 3DS could barely handle this game, and it was showing. The facial expressions also need some work LOL, and I honestly dread the tutorial of the game. I like the ultrabeasts conceptually, but the execution of their involvement in the game is very DragonBall Z-ified. Ultra Necrozma lowkey would've been an amazing time for a "light" type even if it didn't make much sense, but hey, it was an awesome nuzlocke-killing moment anyway. xD

Gen 8 - Galar Region

I actually have a lot of play time for this gen. I was very obsessed with it when it came out, and could probably get glued to it all the same nowadays. But in hindsight, I realize a lot of my attachment to it was because of the semi-open worldness & ability to create a lot of different kinds of teams with a lot of new and old pokemon I like (I also liked having access to things earlier, like Ice Types before the end of the game lmfao). I still have a few things I really enjoy outside of it, though, like Hop's storyline & the setup of the gyms being in this stadium, sports-esque setting. But the plot? Eh. I have a lot of constructive criticism on how some shortcuts were made, and especially with the whole darkest day stuff lol. The only thing I liked about that fight was the dogs coming in and being cool; I wasn't impressed by or interest in Eternatus at all. The Leon fight afterward was fun, though! But oof, those weird men with the sword and shield hair afterwards were also just...no. :D DLCs also didn't quite hit that hard - it was more about having more pokemon than anything for me. So overall, it's fun to play, but I'd definitely change up the plot to make it better.

Gen 3 - Hoenn Region

This is where I think some people might wanna fight me, and to that I say you're probably valid. I don't know what it is with the Hoenn region because I actually don't have too many critiques about it (e.g., let's have less water routes); I just have never been able to get into it quite the same as I can others. I should honestly give it another shot, but I think I'd wanna do Emerald over Omega Ruby/Sapphire given the route they took everything with the remake lol. That's about all I have to say on this one since I never really connected with it as much!

Gen 6 - Kalos Region

This one feels like an especially hot take to have atm given where the pokemon community is in general LOL. Critical opinions ahead......Listen...no offense, but Gen 6 just ain't it for me at all. xD It's probably the one gen I actively dislike. The games felt way too easy with too much hand-holding/handouts, Team Flare & Diantha were a joke (and I'm not even a competitive player), and the whole group of friends felt more like an annoyance to me more than anything. They just weren't flushed out right. Neither was the plot. Like what was that plot. Outside of that, a lot of things just felt like "Look! Pokemon is in 3D now!!" over and over again because of how rushed the game was. So other than introducing fairy types & having pretty protagonists with some new clothing options, this gen is pretty forgettable to me. And that's a shame, because I like pokemon! I was one of those people who were curious on if we were gonna connect to Kalos for Gen 9, but I'd geniunely pick the DLCs we got any day of the week. I don't think Legends ZA will change much of my opinion on the mainline game, but given how much I loved Legends Arceus, I'm hoping it can be used to retcon & generate more interest/connection to the Kalos region in general.

Again, these are all just my personal opinions. I hope you all can enjoy pokemon in any way that feels good for you :) <3

[thewritegrump]

Saw this in the blmatsu tag and OOO YOU BETTER BELIEVE I GOT SOME RECS

In no particular order!

Gnattine (they/them) is a phenomenal writer who has been in the fandom for a long-ass time (way longer than me tbh) and has written a variety of blmatsu fics! As a fellow KaraIchi enjoyer, I personally rec More Than It Hurts You, How Deep Is Your Hate?, and Marriage To Millions! For the sake of complete transparency, they are my fiancee, but that has nothing to do with the fact that their fics are outstanding! They write a lot of angst and fics that will punch you in the gut in the best way possible. >v<

TiraminaFW (she/her), or as I have dubbed her, Master Of Emotions, is exactly that. She writes fics that make you FEEL with your whole chest. She has the nuclear codes for making me fucking sob, I swear. Anyway, my personal fave of hers is a KaraIchi fic (no surprises there) she wrote featuring Musical!Ichimatsu (Itchy Pinefield) and Ghost!Karamatsu called Spectral Touch and I've reread it more than once. >v>;;; Oh, and she writes absolute banger smut scenes, such as with another of my favorite of her stories, Prove It, a Karacest extravaganza in the making that I yearn for the continuation of when she feels so inclined.

While I haven't read a lot of her works, I still highly recommend Ryuuhibi (she/her) wholeheartedly because she's an incredibly prolific and talented author. The only reason I haven't explored more of her library of works is that she focuses heavily on Jyushimatsu and I'm an uncultured heathen. (/light-hearted) I've read a couple of her works that center on ships I'm more focused on and she really had a knack for characterization in addition to the general polish of her work. She's also written literally *500* fics for the Oso-san fandom, so you WILL be able to find plenty to love in her catalog if you give it a browse, I guarantee it.

Kenny_Beanie (he/him) is another author whose works I've only dipped my toes into, but what I've seen is top tier work, no question about it. Melted Thoughts was the first work of his I read and it remains a standout to me of what I have seen. I need to set aside more time to appreciate his other stories, because I definitely want to read more. :^) I can tell you that he writes KaraIchi superbly, and you said that's your OTP so you'll likely find much to love with hits works. :D

Pseudomatsu (he/him) doesn't really post fics anymore, but he's got some real spicy gems to his name that I rec VERY strongly. Depending on how much of a deviant you are (/positive), you may be up for my personal fave, Her Love Letter To Him (From Me), but be warned that there be piss, as that's not everyone's thing.

I know you only mentioned blmatsu fics being your interest, but if you do like some platonic fics, then I'm also tossing Mallowkey's (she/her) name out there because she's a good friend of mine and also quite skilled with her words! She has some really cool AUs that she writes about, like Sink, Then Swim, a Poseidon!Karamatsu fic she's writing. Like I said, I know you only really mentioned an interest in blmatsu, but I couldn't help it. >v>;;;

There's other recs I could give that are from various authors I don't really know, but for that I just suggest you look through my bookmarks if you're curious for more recs.

I hope you enjoy reading some of these if they seem like something you'd be into, because this fandom has a lot of phenomenal works to its name! ^_^

EDIT:// HOW COULD I FORGET THE ONE AND ONLY ALUCIENCE, THE ARTIST FORMERLY KNOWN AS SIDEFIRE???? She's like a fandom legend in my mind and she's written some really showstopping stories that I can't recommend enough, seriously can't believe I forgor one of the greats. OTL Her works possess such an intricate and enthralling level of worldbuilding and detail that you will be amazed, I swear it. 100% guaranteed.

I recently got into osomatsu-san and like immediately am obsessed with shipping these neets! so I cracked open ao3, but I didnt even know where to begin because there were so many more fics than i was expecting? if anyone has any recs please help me out pls pls pls karamatsu x ichimatsu is my otp but ships i also like are karamatsu x choromatsu, osomatsu x choromatsu, osomatsu x karamatsu, ichimatsu x choromatsu, jyushimatsu x choromatsu, and jyushimatsu x todomatsu. no preference for top or bottom i guess? real talk i'm kinda open to anything for like aus and kinks if its nsfw and all that, i'll read anything that's good so idk just want to hear what everyone recs bcause I'm srsly overwhelmed by seeing over 8,000 results for the fandom

.

[ritacaroline]

A New Series

By Ritacaroline

Quips n Blips to Ponder

Episode 3

Dial and Confess

The case of John A.

Phone ringing,

Hello. You've reached the Sunday version of 1 800 Dial and Confess. Please listen to the following options as our menu has changed.

To continue :

Press one (1)

if you wish to make a confession about yourself today.

Press two (2)

if you plan on throwing one of your neighbors under the bus.

Press three (3)

if you're a dirty slut. Then, we'll quickly call Father Larry, since he loves hearing about that stuff.

J : Hello ?

Father Larry : ( he's been called in especially for you, to hear your confession. Your kinda sins are his faves. )

Fr L : yes, my son. How can we help you this morning ?

J : My name is John. And I'm going to need to confess. I've been naughty.

Fr. : yes my son. Proceed with sin #1.

J : Bless me father for I have sinned. It's been 2 weeks since my last confession.

Uhm, well I met this chick on a website. And she's a Zep hoe. That was what first drew me in. And she reminded me of a tv character I like, from her supposed picture. ( who really knows ? She could very well be a 92 yr old horny Native American gay man, looking for love. Posing as a 60 yr old woman from CT. ) (And the joke's on me. Who knows, for real. ) She did once at least send me a bag of crappy take out food when I was so hungry I was about to eat a flip flop w cheese melted on top. So whoever it is - I decided to chat w her when I was down n out lonely. She really isn't my cup of tea. Ya know. Kinda bossy. But - wtf ? The woman I really love isn't available r n. She's away. So - wtf. But - I digress. Anyhow ...

Fr : uh huh, uh huh. I feel ya, man. Been there, done that. Usually those type of things ( website things ) don't amount to shit. My advice so far : Save yourself some time. Ghost her. Read me ? Leads to nothing but wasted time. You'll definitely end up hating her.

J : anyway, this chick is married.

Fr : sorry to interfere again - but damn. Wtf ? Why bother or get involved in that ? You're fighting a losing battle. Can you send me her # ?

J: again dude, IDK. She claims she has a pair of Ds. If you get my drift. And I'm waiting to see if I can get a view of those juicy morsels so that I can, ya know. Study em and view em daily, for science, ya know. While I, ya know. Polish the old silver. Slather up the old sea monster. While holding the photo up w one hand. Know what I mean ? Cuz, you get it... right ?

Fr : yes, because you only have one hand available bc the other one is extremely busy....Yeah, I get it.

J : ok. So one night - this crazy chick, who btw, thinks I like her ( dumbass ), we were talking by text. And things were starting to get a little hot n out of control. And she seemed to be into me pretty good that night. And even admitted she had wet underwear over me. Should I have believed that ?

Fr : yes, yes. More, more, more. I'm liking where this is going. ( J hears the bench creaking every second on the other end of the phone, over n over, along w heavy uneven breathing)

J : well anyway - I got this effin brilliant brilliant idea ! Snap a kwik photo of my enlarged beast, the old anaconda, ya know, standing tall like a soldier and surprise her with the pic, ya know. Make her think she won the lottery.

Fr : uh huh, uh huh. I see. And what was her reaction, my son ? And btw, this sounds like our client Cat. You're not referring to her, are ya ???

J : quiets down for a little while. Then :

Well, in regard to the pic - she was quiet at first. Guess she didn't expect to see the beast, right in her face. She seemed startled. But she got used to it, I think. They all do. They LOVE the old sea monster. All the ladies do. I'm a virtual chick magnet. And I'm the only guy around here who's got one of these. And damn, he's special.

So, you know. She may be sweet, or just a dirty slut, I can't decide which. But ... she said I'm beautiful. Gave it a 9.8. So who's sorry now ? Who's sorry now.

Fr : ( wiping sweat off his brow) please don't forget to drop those afore mentioned photos into the lockbox. It's for scientific research only, remember.

J : yes yes. I sure will. And I'll also include a copy of a cd of me playing selections on the bass. I'm quite good you know. ( hurts arm badly by trying to pat his own back. )

Fr : yeah, ok, under his breath - he says : yeah, who cares.

But my son, John. Please don't forget those photos and placing them into the lockbox. And by the way, has this woman sent you any under the skirt photos for YOUR enjoyment ? I'd like to see those as well. For science. Here at 1 800, we love a big juicy ass. Got any of those laying about ? Ya know. Been a long time since I've seen a real vagina. Are you sure she has one ???

J : IDK actually. But I'm certainly hoping for one. And I predict I'm gonna find out. But I've been w so many women in my life, it's not really even any big deal to me anymore. You seen one you seen em all. And I've seen plenty. Do you know my nickname is the great white...

Fr : ok ok. Get over yourself, guy. Ok. Good luck w that, you little perv. And are you sorry for your sins my son ?

J : uhh, not really. I just thought confessing would make me feel better. Clear my conscience. I don't want to be a home wrecker ya know. But I'd sure like a little action from this tv show actor look alike. She be cute.

Fr : uh huh, uh huh. If you do get some under the skirt photos please feel welcome to shoot back over here n drop em into the Ol lockbox. Ya know, because Father has been good to you. And it's super nice to share.

J : ok well. I'll see. She's acting kinda shy. Very non-generous with the panty pics and the tit pics. But I keep asking, just the same tho, you know me. Tryin to guilt her into it. She's very sensitive so.. you know, she takes my unhappiness rather seriously. So I been laying it on thick. You know me. She'll cave. Any day now. I got her attention, but good. She's very sensitive and can be vulnerable. So I got a shot at getting her to do anything I want. You know me.

Fr : I'm starting to. For your penance my son, please go out into your community and share some of them dick pics and other various smut to the homeless and to the sexually deprived among us. The Lord thanks you for your efforts.

Now, my son, go out into the world and serve the Lord. And please - spend some of your time helping the homeless and the less fortunate of society. Do something useful with your time ok ?

Also please try our menu item #10. It's perfect for you.

Over n out

The names and identity of the characters in this story have been changed to protect the innocent. We mean the guilty. Although the actual story is true. We hope you learn from the lessons taught here.

This story is a variation of what has truly taken place. And most rude insults were not meant to hurt anyone. But were adjusted for entertainment's sake and to make you laugh. And were not at all intended to offend any of our readers. So go grab a Ben and Jerry's and have a smoke. And relax. Do not be angry with the lovely woman who has written the above trash. Do not. She meant no harm, I promise you.

Just trying to make you laugh.

[heycaricari]

Well here we go. My first ask. Tagged by the inimitable @mortifyingideal Behold, Tumblr, the inner workings of my soul...

------

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

27 under this name 😬

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

476,208

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Ho boy... Ok. I am probably forgetting a few but the big ones were LOTR, Harry Potter, Doctor Who, Star Trek TOS & VOY, Spooks, Silence of the Lambs, and of course Good Omens!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Top, Anthony, Silk, Saltwater, and Any Other Way.

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I really truly try to. When I'm in a place where I'm actively creating content and happy with what I'm putting out, responding is easy. There's nothing I want to talk about more. When I'm in one of the troughs, not so much.

The appreciation is always there though. ❤️ I love that people care about what happens to my characters. The idea of my thoughts coming alive in someone else's imagination makes me feel like an ALL POWERFUL WIZARD.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

It will surprise no one to hear that I'm not a big angst writer. Ive tried but apparently I'm not a pessimist but a depressed optimist in disguise. Who knew.

Ive got a few dark chapters - especially in PL - but I think the endings make up for them.

7. Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

No. I barely manage continuity in one fandom.

8. have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes.

9. do you write smut? if so what kind?

Yes. The wholesome kind.

10. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes. Not in this fandom but in one of my previous incarnations. I always used to wonder how well the Scottish idioms came across...

11. Have you ever co-written a fic?

No, but I would love to give it a go someday. Preferably with someone who has a loose grasp of deadlines. And endless stores of patience.

13. What's your all time favourite ship?

It's hard to choose. All the pairings I wrote about had a very different dynamic.

I guess, as I got older, characters like Aziraphale and Crowley became more appealing to me. (It was probably that realisation that it's easy to fall instantly and dramatically in love, but finding someone who can also be your friend, who you can trust... well, that's a whole thing).

14. What’s a WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

A Cold War human spy AU. It's research heavy and pretty dark.

15. What are your writing strengths?

Output. I have periods of time (usually days but occasionally weeks) when I can churn out copy like a room full of monkeys on typewriters. I have days where everything clicks. Sentences flow. Dialogue writes itself. Dangling plot threads find one another.

My good days are really good days - so I can double down and get a lot done.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

I also have really bad days. They come from nowhere and, when they do, I avoid writing out of some weird fear that I've "lost" my flow and I'll never get it back. I put off working on things for weeks and, when I finally manage to sit down, I end up picking over what I've already got rather than working on something new. I overwork and lose confidence and end up screaming into the void. It's a whole cycle.

I am also not concise. I ramble and then resist cutting on edit.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I hadn't thought about it until this moment in time.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Lord of the Rings. Me and my sister used to write glorious (😂) epic romances which I would then type up and print off in the dead of night.

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Fave multichap - "Cold". Not my most popular or polished (it's from before I met my wonderful beta) but I wrote as I posted - over the 12 days of Christmas - so I feel it's less filtered than my other work. I am really proud of some of the imagery I managed to get across. And I'd like to go back and spell-check it one day.

Fave one shot - probably New Life. It felt more real than the others. Maybe because it was from an outside POV. (Adam's).

----

This was fun - thanks mort !!

[kumoriyami-xiuzhen]

Hakuoki Shinkai Hana no Shou Drama CD - What I Believe In

Special thanks to @nollatooru for volunteering as tribute and extracting the text for this drama since there's no way I would written out the text for this anytime soon... or translated this otherwise. this will be only hakuoki drama i translate this month (currently subtitling dramas).

as always, final edits will be done when I get to the video.

Also, i’m sooooo happy right now!!!!

Feeeling supeeeerrrrrrrrrrr excited for the next Dragon Age and Mass Effect games!!!!!! Saw the new teasers from the Game Awards and i still feel over the moon about them! when those games get released, I’m definitely going to be doing nothing aside from playing them... sorry but not sorry? 

lol. i suppose that brings the count of games i’ll put aside all my free time for to four.... tho that would have been 5 (also I would be gaming right now) if I had access to a ps4 right now since Im still waiting to play Cyberpunk 2077. i can’t play that since im lending both the console and my game to my bro right now... and probably won’t get to play it until post-pandemic. ah well.

And I can’t believe Suzuki Shogo is going back to playing Kazama in hakumyu souma-hen! he’s honestly my fave actor from hakumyu!!

anyway, enjoy!

bold text used to indicate something being spoken in the background.

Hakuoki Shinkai Hana no Shou Store Bonus Drama CD: What I believe in

Translation by KumoriYami

Saito: Nn. This is quite good. Such an excellent blade is hardly ever/rarely seen. There are few blades that have been polished to this brightness [reword later. can't figure out how right now]. I'd really like to have/get a closer look at it.

Sakamoto: Oh...? That's a familiar face/a face I recognize/seen before.

Saito: ...! You are.... Sakamoto Ryouma.

Sakamoto: Oh, you remember me!

Saito: People everywhere want your life/There are people after your life everywhere. What are you doing in a place like this?

Sakamoto: well, I'm basically on a walk. Why don't you focus on what you were looking at?

Saito: I was the one who first asked a question.

Sakamoto: Calm down, don't put on such a scary expression/make such a terrible expression. Were you looking at this katana just now?

Saito: Ah, yes.

Sakamoto: Ah! It really is a good katana.... it's understandable why you were fascinated by it.

Saito: Do you know what a katana is/anything about swords?

Sakamoto: Don't look down on me/underestimate me. I was a disciple of Hokushin Ittō-ryū.

Saito: I see. So that's how you're not lacking in this [So that's why you know about the subject/this].

Sakamoto: Well, it doesn't matter.

The future will be for these guys/From now on will the time/age of this guy.

Saito: Guns/A gun.

Sakamoto: Oh. These weapons are the best.

Saito:...Do you mean to say that it's better than a katana/than the sword [check audio later]?

Sakamoto: That's for sure.

No matter how famous the sword, it's like a baby [might change to 'child'] in face of a gun.

So/That's to say that guns are really quite powerful.

Saito: Indeed/It's true that Western guns are outstanding/excellent [check audio for pacing]. Even if that's the case though, that's not to say that swords cannot be compared with guns/ it's not appropriate to assume that a sword is no match for a gun

Sakamoto: Don't get so upset. I also appreciate/value swords, but the era of guns is imminent. That's an indisputable fact.

Saito: No one has ever decided that is fact.

Sakamoto: Eh. It will be difficult for samurai to accept this, but in order to establish a new Japan, guns will be essential. This is guy is my best trusted partner [reword later].

Saito: Is that all you want/have to say?

Sakamoto: That expression looks like you're going to cut someone down [You look you're going to cut someone down/something?]. Nn, in that case, tell me why swords are better than guns.

Saito: Fine. The katana is the soul of a warrior, only by wearing it at the waist---

Sakamoto: Hold it/Wait

Saito: Why are you telling me to stop?

Sakamoto: The spiritual aspects don't matter. Tell me how it's better than a gun

Saito: It doesn't/won't matter what is said/you say.

Sakamoto: Aaah, I also agree with that. But even if I agree, I'll put that aside for now. Right now, I want to ask you to compare the usefulness between swords and guns. 

Saito: Nn. In that case... First of all, swords are better. Regardless of what is said, they can be used in a variety of/many ways. 

Sakamoto: Oh.

Saito: Swords aren't like guns in how they don't rely on bullets to be used. In contrast to how guns can only be used in one way, swords can be used to slash, stab, and so on, [with] different combat techniques that can be adopted to different situations.

Sakamoto: Nn.

Saito: During a fight unexpected things may happen, but even if something unexpected happens, they can be quickly dealt with. 

Sakamoto: Nnnnn. There will be situations where you have no bullets too. But when you're dealing with multiple enemies, don't you think that guns would hold the advantage in wiping them out? 

Saito: uh.

Sakamoto: Furthermore, unlike swords, they can be used to fire from a distance. [check spacing]

Saito: Then don't fight on unfavourable terrain.

Sakamoto: Really, what a stubborn guy. Is there anything else?

Saito: There is how lethal a sword is.

Sakamoto: hey hey [check audio], [you're] saying such a terrible thing so suddenly.

Saito: It's difficult for a bullet to hit a moving enemy. Even if it hits, it is difficult to actually kill or incapacitate them. However, a sword can be used to take another person's life with only a single blow. The importance of this advantage cannot be compared.

Sakamoto: If you're going to say that, then a bullet to the chest, the abdomen or head, will certainly kill. Not only that, there's still a secret I haven't told you yet.

Saito: don't beat around the bush and and tell me.

Sakamoto: hey, you seem interested/looks like you're interested.

Saito: [That's only] Because you're so roundabout.

Sakamoto: Don't worry, I'll tell you. The best thing about this gun, is that it is capable of firing six times. 

Saito: So what about that?

Sakamoto: That firing six times in a row/six rounds/bullets! Don't you think that's great/that'll be hard to deal with?

Saito: That's no different than holding six guns.

Sakamoto: That being said, it's actually impossible to walk around carrying six guns. But this single gun is able to be carried around on one's person. You don't think that's great [check audio for sakamoto earlier sentence]

Nagakura: Saito.... and Sakamoto? Why are you with a guy like this?

Saito: Shinpachi. I met him by chance before leaving.

Nagakura: Incidentally, well, it doesn't look like you're casually talking anyway/just chatting. 

Sakamoto: Oh, you're also in the Shinsengumi. We're actually talking about what weapon is better between swords and guns. What do you think?

Nagakura: So that's it/I see. The Saito is supporting the sword while Sakamoto is in favour of the gun? Although I have a rough idea about what's going on, you're [plural so may change to guys. check audio] too naïve.

Sakamoto: What do you mean by that?

Saito: How are we naïve?

Nagakura: Regardless if you use a sword or a gun, there's something even more important than both of those.

Saito + Sakamoto: What?

Nagakura: Hm.. don't you get it?

Sakamoto: That's to say... 

Nagakura: Exercise to have a body like steel. Look at this remarkable body [check pacing]

Saito: Shinpachi, this the street. [we're on a street outside right now]

Nagakura: This was the fastest way to show you the benefits of exercising.

Sakamoto: Hrm. It's true that your body is pretty amazing, yes, but firing a gun doesn't rely on this sort of thing. 

Saito: Swords too, they shouldn't be randomly waved around with brute force.

Nagakura: Oi, why are you agreeing on such a thing.

Sakamoto: Even if you say that, well....

Nagakura: Hold it/Wait a sec. I also don't think that just having a body and weapon [check audio for "ken" or "juu"] is enough to confront the enemy/I also don't think you could fight against a sword or gun with only a physical body. But, regardless of what you do, it's necessary to train one's body/exercise.

Sakamoto: I see. That's something you'd know/understand.

Nagakura: Of course/That's for sure. Furthermore if studying/practising swordsmanship, you'll also exercise your body, right?

Sakamoto: Indeed, that is exercising a bit.

Saito: Practising swordsmanship can also be considered exercise.

Nagakura: Nn, right. Exercise for the/your body is the foundation of everything

Sakamoto: Hey, has this guy always ben like this? Nagakura: Speaking of which/By the way, training your body/exercising...

Saito: Ah Shinpachi will not stop talking about subject for a while Nagakura: The key is to eat well and getting enough sleep, and all that's left is to believe in your body

Sakamoto: That is troublesome/inconvenient. We're only halfway through our argument. Nagakura: Don't think that's the entire secret to how I train myself.

Saito: It doesn't matter if you continue arguing about it./I don't care if you want to continue arguing this. Nagakura: To tell you the truth, the secret to how I train my body/exercise is....

Sakamoto: No, not today. But even if we don't argue, the imminent age will demand an answer. Then I'll be going [check audio]. I had a good time talking with you.

Saito: a reckless guy as always. [check audio for spacing]

Nagakura: Nn, where's sakamoto/where did sakamoto go?

Saito: he already left/he left earlier/left a while ago.

Nagakura: what? i was going to talk about the highlights next/I was going to talk about the best parts next [ check audio].

Saito: Will the coming era provide an answer? even so, I still believe in this/it.

Nagakura: Nn, did you say something just now?

Saito: It's nothing/No. Shinpachi, let's go.

Nagakura: Oh, alright.

Saito Hajime, Toriumi Kōsuke Nagakura Shinpachi, Tsuboi Tomohiro Sakamoto Ryouma, Ono Daisuke

-----------

image from suruga-ya

For the record, the games I’m waiting for are: Dragon Age 4, the Mass Effect Legendary Edition, Horizon Forbidden West, and whatever new Mass Effect title that is being worked on.

(i think i had to much good news in the last few hours. been smiling like an idiot for three hours now as i subtitle something lol.)

[captainjanegay]

Kasia’s Festival of Fondness - Holiday Edition ♥

It's super late on Christmas Eve (which is the most important day of holiday celebrations in Poland, just a fun fact dnsjjs) or early af on Christmas Day, depends how you look at it dhsjsj and I'm kinda in a food coma and having a beer with my brother. I've been thinking about doing this for a while and there's no time to share some love and affection than the Christmas times. So bear with my sappy self for a while, would ya?

This year sucked a lot. It's been the weirdest time all of us had to go through, it was filled with anxiety and worry and isolation. So now, more than ever, I'm so thankful to have so many incredible people in my life. People I've never actually met in my life but who make me so incredibly happy and brighten up every single one of my days. People who live miles and miles away but are somehow one of the closest ones to me. People whom I love deeply and meeting them was the best thing that happened to me. People who are going to get an incredibly sappy shoutout from me right now and will have to read through all my late-night, slightly-drunk but oh-so-sincere rambling. In no particular order, here we go:

@steverrogers

My sweetest Becky. I will forever cherish the day we first talked because it was a start of something beautiful. I love talking to you, you're such an amazing and interesting person, so smart and beautiful inside and out, so funny and supportive. Not one day passes without you making me smile by whatever lovely thing you say to me, by popping up on my dash or by popping up in my thoughts all of sudden (which happens a lot). You're so caring and sweet and 12 out of 10 times I don't know how to handle your sweetness. I love being able to help you with learning polish (and the fact that you're doing this is just so??? I'm in awe, this language is hell dhsjsj). I could talk to you for for hours or just sit in silence with you for hours and I'll look forward to the day you come to kidnap me :') I love you endlessly 💜✨💚

@hbalbat

I've said that already and I'm gonna say this again and again - you're such a ray of sunshine in the life of every person that has you in their life, Helena. You're so sweet and loving and you care so deeply about all your friends here. It's so amazing to see and being on the receiving end of your love and affection?? It's unreal 💚 I love hearing about your day or about your likes, dislikes or struggles. Even when the world feels overwhelming, you are always able to get up and face it and you're so much stronger than you let yourself believe. You're such a talented, artistic soul and I love you endlessly. You brought a smile to my face so many times and you were able to do this even when I was feeling so low and I'll forever be thankful for your bright and wonderful presence in my life. I love you so much, my sweet pumpkin.

@its-tortle

Luisa, my heart 💚 You are amazing and I'm in awe of you. You're such a beautiful force of energy, love and kindness and I'm always so incredibly happy when this force is directed towards me. You're such an incredible writer and every time you compliment my work I'm like "??? You say this is good but have you actually read your own writing?? How is this possible??". Your comments on my works make me cry real tears. And the card you've sent me? It's so sweet and I'll keep it forever, having something that you've actually held and wrote just for me is so great 💚 You have such a huge and loving heart and being your friend is an incredible privilege that I'll be grateful forever. Thank you for being so supportive and caring, you deserve all the good things in life and I love you to the moon and back 🥺💚

@buckybees

My loveliest Bee, you're so incredibly talented and both your fanarts and fanfics always makes me smile so much? You have the greatest ideas and I'm in awe of how creative and amazing your mind is. You are also so sweet and talking to you is always an absolute pleasure. And the fact that you're part polish makes me so happy? As you've once said, it's like we have this special connection and it's so amazing 💚 You're so nice and supportive and my heart always goes !!!! when you pop up in my notifs :') Having you as a friend makes me so happy and I can't wait for your card (even if it comes in July I'm gonna cry the happiest tears, just thinking that you've sent me one makes me so happy :')) 💚 you make me so happy and I love you loads 💚

@anna-wa

My lovely Anna 💚 I'm so so happy you're still puttin up with me even despite my fandom change and ironically (or not) I think we're now talking more than ever? And it makes me so happy? You're such an amazing person and I love hearing your thoughts and opinions. And you're also so caring and amazing. I've said this a milion times already but the day you've pointed out I probably have ADHD was life-changing and it really helped my mental well-being so much 🥺 You're amazing, talented and the best friend one could dream off. I love you so much and I hope only good things happen to you because you deserve all the happiness and softness the universe has to offer 💚 I love you a whole lot 💚✨

@farfromthstars

My sweet, amazing Pia 💚 you're one of my oldest friends on here and even though we don't talk as much as we used to you're in my thoughts a lot. You've always been nothing but amazing to me and I'll forever be in awe of all the kindness and affection I've gotten from you. I've became obsessed with so many things because (or thanks to, it depends dnsjjs) of you and I love how many of our interests align. I'm so proud of you and you're all of my all-time fave authors, you're so talented :') You're like an older sister I always wanted to have dhsjsj 💚 I love you so much and as messy as the 1d fandom can be, I'll forever be grateful that it brought us together :')

@ziallerslouve

Annika, my sweetheart! 💚 We don't talk as much as we used to but you're still one of my favourite people on here. I love that we can go for months without talking or interacting in any way but then we just go back to where we were and just catch up without any awkwardness (and for my weird af communication skills - or lack of thereof - it's the most comforting thing? 🥺). We have so much in common and I love that you always get me so well 💚 You're so great and it's so amazing to have you as a friend 💚

@mysterious-marvel

Milly, my sweetest! Every time I see you on my dash it puts the biggest smile on my face! You're so talented and sweet and I love and cherish every single interaction we have 💚 You're so supportive and incredible and beautiful inside and out, I'm so happy I've joined the marvel fandom and was able to meet you 💚

@metalbvcky

Mandy, you precious soul! 💚 We didn't talk as much but I love you so much? You're so sweet and kind and you always brighten up my dash. And the fact that you decided to organise a secret Santa event to brighten up this hell of a year is just so amazing! You have a huge and beautiful heart and I adore you so much. Also I'm soooo excited to read "Mercury in Retrograde"?? It sounds so incredible and since you're an amazing writer I know I'll love it :')

@sexiestvampirevictim

Lidia, you're an ethereal creature and I still don't know what have I done for you to bless my life with your presence. I love you so much and your continuing support means everything to me 💚 You're wonderful and amazing and nobody gets my uni struggles as well as you do fjsjsj you always make sure that I won't bury myself in a hole of uni-related self-hatred and I really wish things could be better for you but knowing that I'm not alone is really reassuring :') 💚 you're an unstoppable force and you can conquer the world (and you should tbh, it would be such an incredible place if you did) and I love you as much an many there are stars in the sky

@christmascap

Lauren, my love! I'm still in awe that you're following me, you're like the cool, popular mutual I've had and always admired from afar but then you started talking to me and I'm not sure what to do now? You're so talented and your edits and ficlets are so heartbreakingly good. I can't understand why they don't get more attention because there just so beautiful and everyone should see them. And you're such a warm and kind person, you're always so sweet to your followers and I bet you're so much fun to be around irl :') I know that no matter what obstacles the world throws your way, you're able to overcome them all. I love you loads and while I'm still kinda nervous while talking you (I don't even know why!! You're such a sweetheart! 💚) I wanted you to know that I adore you so much 💚💚

@hufflepufsh

Huffy, my little angel! You're also one of my favourite friends on here and even if were basically in completely different fandoms rn, I'm so thankful that you're in my life! We can go without talking for ages and they we just pop up into each others Inbox and declare our undying love and I think it's beautiful?? You're so amazing and we've known each other for so long and you're like a constant in my life and every time I see you on my dash it makes me so happy, even if I have no idea what you're blogging about dhsjsj I lava you and I'll give you everything 💚💚

@lepetitcomte

.

My most wonderful Mum 💚 I love you and I'd die for you. I suck at maintaining conversations but I think about you a lot. And I mean like a lot. I always send good vibes your way and when you feel a random warmness in your heart it's my vibes finally making it across the ocean. You're so incredibly smart and you've always been so supportive and kind and wonderful to me. Even when we don't talk I'm eternally grateful you're a part of my life. You've gotta piece of my heart and being your daughter is an honour I have no idea how I deserved 💚

.

Also a huge shout-out to @hawkeyeandthewintersoldier @ywecanthavenicethingsanymore @hannah-stagram @ceilingventclintbarton @lifeishell @reedstorm @justice-for-plums @samrhodey for being literal angels and brightening my dash with their presence and brightening my life with every single interaction we've ever had :') 💚💚

I'm probably forgetting so many people and I'm so sorry for that. It's been so long since I've started writing it in my notes and my brain power is getting low fjsjsj I love and cherish every single mutual and every single follower I have no matter if we ever interacted or not. You all make me so happy and you make my days so much more bearable. The unbelievable amount of love and support I've gotten from you warms my heart and it's going to make me burst one day :') thank you for putting up with me through this post and through every single day, I'm in awe you still follow this mess of a blog and continue to give me your affection and love. I love you endlessly 💚💚💚

[ill-skillsgard]

Untrained - Ivar x Roman

Title: Untrained

Characters: AU Roman x AU Ivar

Description: Roman’s debauchery forces his company into the hands of a man who is no stranger to underestimation.  

Warning: 18+ anal sex/coarse language/story-related ableism/degradation/dash of daddy kink. I use likenesses in parody.

Note: This fic was commissioned by one of my fave babes. If you want to commission me, head over to my Ko-Fi to purchase a commission slot!

I wanted to pair up two hot boys because I really like gay stuff and you should too! I definitely want to write more stuff like this in the future. So if you’re into it, let me know! Shoot me a comment and/or reblog and squeal all the livelong day at me.

“... you’re just a little boy without a daddy to set you straight.”

To the staff gathering around the oblong table, it was a day of change long overdue. Severe mouths mixed with trepidations gave the conference room a dusting of tension. The fateful day was upon them. Gourmet doughnuts and cookies laid on trays, but nobody made a move to take any. The wide, polished conference room was quiet enough to hear air pulling through nostrils.

On one side of the table, Dr. Pryce and Olivia Godfrey sat patiently, flanked by two high-ranking employees of Godfrey Industries. They looked across the table with smiles that did nothing to chip the icy strain in the room. One of the larger of three suited men on the opposite side reached out a hulking arm to drag a chocolate chip cookie onto a napkin and then pulled it closer. Olivia and Pryce watched with dutiful pleasantry as the tall, bearded man with a low ponytail took a bite of the cookie, crumbs falling into his beard and scattering over the previously immaculate table. His boss side-glanced him and shook his head as a mother might silently admonish their child for squirming in church, yet the brutish man continued chewing thoroughly. The man with the cookie crumb beard sat next to a shorter man that bore a likeness to himself, but no beard. He had a pair of blue hailstones for eyes, set beneath a dark, intimidatory brow. His hair tied back into a braided tail similarly to his partners. Three rows of braids striped a proud head and highlighted the severity of his shifting cheekbones. When he cracked a smile, two rows of sharp white teeth flashed like shorn daggers. He wasn’t as massive as the other two, but formidably thick of shoulder and arm. The sharpness of his stare made up for his lack of mass. Their physical similarities could make them brothers, but Olivia was unsure and didn’t care enough to ask. The one on the left rarely spoke and none offered up polite conversation. The man with the dark brown braided hair crossed his arms, displaying his first hint of impatience. Their meeting was for ten AM, but fifteen long minutes passed with no sign of the missing member. Ivar pulled back his jacket sleeve and glanced at the proud face of a sparkling new watch banded with fine espresso leather and accented with gold. “Is your son always this late, Mrs. Godfrey?” He tapped his watch. Olivia glanced at Pryce while the doctor shielded his eyes from the embarrassment of having to rely on a Godfrey to make a positive first impression. They were foolish to put even the smallest drop of reliance on the heir walking through the doors on time. “We should tell him to come at nine. Perhaps he would show up on time,” Pryce hissed. Olivia gestured Pryce to stop his complaint, then turned to the security guard behind them. “Will you please find out if Roman has arrived?” “Or if he’s even entered the building,” Pryce rubbed at tired eyes. The doctor spent the entire night awake and was running on his last fumes and a stretch of patience, for he suspected something might go wrong with the deal they were about to strike. He felt it in his bones that something would go awry. With Roman in a hospital bed, Pryce’s life became ten times easier. The progress they made in two weeks superseded any growth spike they saw in recent years. The doctor knew it was because of no reckless teenagers around to drive wedges in the clockwork.  Like a bad omen, Roman roused from his drug-induced coma just in time to befuddle the deal that would get Godfrey Industries back in the black and well on its way into the green. Pryce spent the previous night sweating and trying to think of how to exclude the heir from their meeting today, but the little shit insisted on being present, despite not knowing a whisper of the progress. It didn’t help that Olivia practically breastfed him while he was comatic, so the moment Roman cracked an eye open, she alerted the entire building and told her sweet son that he woke up just in time to be a part of monumental changes. Roman didn’t give a severed rat’s ass about Godfrey Industries and knew even less about what delicate work that went on in each wing of the building. Inevitably, he would stumble in and destroy whatever he could merely by existing. It was what he was great at. The guard radioed the lower levels to ask if Mr. Godfrey was on his way. After a half moment of silence, the speaker crackled to life on his shoulder clip. “Affirmative. Mr. Godfrey boarded elevator 3B. Should head up any second.” Olivia nodded with a satisfied smile, Pryce fought not to roll his eyes, and the department heads blinked their acknowledgements, but the three men across the table didn’t relax an inch. A sudden distant clamour drew everyone’s attention away from their unease. “Please don’t speak to me, honey. I have a meeting to deal with.” Through the panes of double-thick glass, all eight of the people in the conference room saw Roman Godfrey. Olivia folded her hands in her lap, nodding proudly as her son swung into the room with his sizable gait. The three strangers caused Roman to flinch. Six ice blue eyeballs bore into him like falling icicles. None of them looked happy. Dr. Pryce sat at the opposite side of the table to Olivia’s immediate left, wringing his hands to keep himself from shielding his face from the embarrassment. Roman read the room as hostile and proceeded with a stooping bow. “Mother, Doctor Pryce, whoever you all are. Let’s make this quick.” “Roman--“ Olivia began. Pryce cleared his throat. “Uh, Roman. Please meet our guests and new partners, Ivar Lothbrok and his brothers, Bjorn and Ubbe. They’re from Northroom Cryogenics.” Roman noticed the three hadn’t blinked since he walked in. But he had daggers for eyes too and didn’t shy away as most might. His attention fell to the shorter one in the middle.  “Ivar and his brothers will lead the reconstruction of the North wing,” Pryce explained as Roman circled the table, stopping at the unoccupied head. He turned around and displayed the fine lines of his stately suit and the wan complexion of a man that just had a catheter removed. “Reconstruction? Please treat me like I have no fucking idea what’s going on,” Roman blinked dramatically. “That shouldn’t be too difficult.” Roman turned toward the shortest man sitting to his left. He looked at all of them once but settled his hardened green eyes on the one with the braids. “What the fuck did you just say to me?” Roman pounded his words like hammering out hot metal. “They warned us there might be needless bravado from you, but I didn’t expect you to prove them right so soon. I can see we’re working with honest people.” Ivar nodded across the table at everyone else but Roman. “Get whatever the fuck jargon over with so someone smarter and cheaper can replace you. I don’t want to be here longer than I have to,” Roman splayed his hands out on the table. “Roman, will you please sit and listen? You’re still foggy. Mind your tongue.” Ivar’s smirk transformed into a patronizing grin that Roman took as another personal slight. He noticed two carbon black crutches leaning up against the table and quirked an eyebrow. “Uh oh, did somebody break a leg?” The room shuddered. Roman searched for why everybody suddenly looked monumentally uncomfortable. The two bearded men cracked their knuckles inside of tight fists as their younger brother tilted his head with a wistful sigh. “Doctor Pryce, I see no reason we should continue this business endeavour now that certain parties appear to be unfortunately present. Miss Godfrey, if you presume to preserve our so far sterling relationship, I implore you to put a muzzle on your son since the boy is untrained.” “Ivar, I apologize. Roman isn’t normally so brash. Surely you can understand. The coma...” “All right, all right!” Roman blared over them. “So sorry for the rude introductions. As my mother said, I just woke up, and yes, my head isn’t all there. But I wanted to be present. It is my conference room, after all.” He drove his finger against the table, establishing a silence before him. With a nod to his left, he opened his hands full and motioned for them to discuss.  “So... As you all well know, construction begins tomorrow--“ “Tomorrow? How can it begin tomorrow when I haven’t signed off on anything?” “Roman, please.” “We facilitated the contract to exempt you from responsibility while you were... Asleep. There’s not a facet of this that you need to worry about, Mister Godfrey.” Roman scowled at Ivar and motioned for him to stop. “What do you mean? Of course, I must worry about it. This is my building. You’re talking of demolishing an entire wing. What’s in that wing that’s less important than whatever giant freezers you boys have?” “Roman, if I may... Cryogenics will help us make leaps in several other fields of study. Trust me when I tell you that this is a good move. Consider it a renovation. We must keep up with the times,” Pryce said before his voice was swallowed up. The heir leaned back in his seat, blowing off an answer with a flutter of his eyes and a fake yawn. “Very well. Continue.” They hashed the plans out over the course of a long hour punctuated by Roman’s plain disinterest. The three men to his left occasionally glanced at him with abhorrence exuding from unflinching faces. Roman eyed the crutches and the man they belonged to, turning his head whenever Ivar made a move to look his way. Confusion about the crutches still irked him until their business concluded with several strained nods of approval. Ivar sensed someone staring at him, and as he placed both of his palms on the table to lift himself out of his chair, he did not give the perpetrator a chance to gawk without going unnoticed. Roman stood up abruptly and a faint stir of dizziness wrapped around his head. He had to steady himself on the table as well until he shook away the odd sensation swirling beneath his skull. “Don’t strain yourself,” Ivar said to Roman as he placed the blunted feet of his crutches a few supportive inches away from where he would take his next step. Olivia watched her son noticing Ivar’s weak legs shuffling beneath him and felt the residual humiliation of Roman’s off-colour comment from earlier. It pained her she couldn’t tear a strip out of him, but she wouldn’t chastise him with his subordinates present. Once the room was clear, Olivia dismissed everyone else but Pryce. When the door shut behind the security guard, she angled a fierce glare at her son. “I can’t believe the narcissism. The misrule of your mouth, Roman! That nearly cost us a half a billion in intricate framework and trust!” “How the fuck was I supposed to know the guy’s fucking handicapped? What fucking planet are we living on that you might think it a good idea not share that?” Pryce shook his head. The lines around his eyes seemed to deepen in Roman’s presence. “It’s disabled, not handicapped. He has a physical disability.” “Why would you make us look so foolish?” The combined admonishing of his mother and Pryce caused a frail band to snap in him, and he drew up to his full height. “What the fuck do you two think you’re doing striking these kinds of major deals without my knowledge? Were you trying to get this underway before I woke up?” “If you woke up,” Pryce muttered. “I’m warning you, doctor. I’ll have you tossed out on your ass too.” Olivia motioned between Roman and Pryce. “You see! This is why we needed to intervene, darling. You can’t go around firing everybody that looks at you sideways. We’ve been making more progress than you know.” “Exactly. Why don’t I know what’s going on in my company? I should hear of every shit taken in this building! From now on, stuff like this does not happen without my knowledge. Last time I checked, I was head of this company!” Roman stormed out of the conference room, muttering a customary one-sided soliloquy as he went. 

~*~

He watched the camera feed all morning from the comfort of his desk. The trio of Viking brothers showed up to orchestrate the extensive project of which he knew nothing.  More times than not, Roman’s eyes stuck on the shorter of the three brothers, Ivar Lothbrok. With a quick internet search, Roman found out where he went to school and just how big their company was in Norway. He cared not about the older brothers, for they hadn’t flung words as Ivar had. A shameful resonation echoed in Roman’s chest as he recalled making a careless comment about Ivar’s crutches. On the screen, he could see his employees conferring with Ivar, smiles on their faces and pride straightening their backs. They laughed with him, listened to him and nodded their heads in agreement with everything he said.  Ivar had a redoubtable background of education and Roman seethed from the memory of being talked down to by the Norwegian. The Viking brothers were proud, but Roman suspected the youngest had a little extra zest for upstaging. He tried not to draw the wrong conclusions. Roman excelled at a few things, and making an ass out of himself was near the top of his list of natural skills, right under making inappropriate comments and getting himself into sizeable amounts of trouble.

~*~

Ivar inspected the condition of the equipment that arrived at the bay doors of the Tower. He cast a scrutinizing look over every boxed piece of machinery to check for dents and signs of mishandling. Satisfied with his inventory, the truck driver handed him a tablet to sign his name. Ivar scrawled his signature over the screen and gave the driver a hearty nod. When he turned around, a young intern stood six feet away with something to say. “Hello,” Ivar greeted her. “Mr. Godfrey requested to see you up in his office when you have a moment, Mr. Lothbrok,” her voice rattled with nerves. “Certainly. I’ll go now. Would you perhaps show me the way? I’m afraid I haven’t memorized the layout of the building yet,” he flashed a kind smile and helped ease the girl out of her fidgeting for a time. “Sure. Right this way.” Ivar ambled along, giving his brother Ubbe a confident tilt as he followed the woman to an elevator door. They rode up to the top floor in silence. When the door slid open, the intern stuck her hand out into the corridor. “Just over there,” she pointed left as though she might lose her hand if somebody saw it. “Thank you very much,” Ivar gave her one more charming smile and made off. Making twice as much noise while walking at three quarters the average pace, Ivar glared ahead at the closed door to Godfrey’s office as though he wanted to see it burn. As though that little shit Roman was ushering him in. “Mr. Lothbrok,” a small girl behind a kiosk of a desk greeted him. Ivar nodded as she ducked out of sight. He didn’t need to knock or be buzzed in, for Roman opened the door and, cockeyed and impatient. “Come in.” Roman’s office was spick, span, and new as the equipment Ivar was neglecting. He hoped that the kid was summoning him to apologize for his crass behaviour. Otherwise, he had to get back to his job. Roman didn’t have any responsibilities, and his office was too modish for somebody that just drugged himself into weeks-long slumber. On the outside, Roman looked a man of valour, but Ivar was wary of a spoiled character. He didn’t deal well with entitled brats or little boys still at the tit. “You wanted to see me, sir?” “Sir? Wow, you sure know how to make a man feel important,” Roman said. Ivar fought not to shiver. He needed to speed this along and get back downstairs to unhouse his latest facility. There was no time to entertain. Roman could sense Ivar’s urgency and let him dangle for a moment. There was a sting of liquor permeating the air and Ivar saw a nearly empty square bottle of whiskey and two tumblers. One already had an inch of amber in it. He shook his head and rolled his eyes to the high ceiling. “It’s a little early to be celebrating, ah?” “Celebrating? This is just a Tuesday morning for me.” “Very good. I suppose some of us need a little extra dose of confidence to get the day started.” Roman’s smugness melted into annoyance. He turned away from the whiskey and straightened his back. “I just wanted to congratulate you on charming your way into my mother’s and Pryce’s heart, but it’s me you will have to court.” “I think after the comment you made yesterday; it might be you that must court me.” “May I remind you who's building you’re standing in? I can pull the plug on you any time I want to, but I don’t want to do that,” Roman’s voice flourished at the tail. “I’m afraid there’s already a contract in place. It’s binding, Mr. Godfrey.” “That’s what an army of lawyers is for.” Ivar simpered. Neither of them moved to sit down as the mood darkened another notch. The Norwegian may have been smiling, but inside his chest was riling and agitated. His hands began to sweat. He wanted to wrap the conversation, but Ivar sensed that Roman had a lot more to say to him. “How old are you, Roman? Can I call you Roman?” Ivar made a placating gesture, the stems of his crutches moving along with him. “I’ll be twenty-one next week.” “Ah, twenty-one. That’s a good age here, no? Legal drinking age.” Roman shrugged his shoulders. “Must have missed the memo.” “Indeed. You just came out of a coma. Drug-fuelled, I heard,” Ivar then clicked his tongue several times. “We could have lost a monumental figure. It would be best if you took better care of yourself, you know. Keep your young body strong. Don’t you want to see all your aspirations come to fruition?” “I aspire to run this company however the fuck I like and not take health advice from somebody like—” “You have monstrous balls, Roman. Did you do any research at all before the meeting? Do you realize who the fuck I am?” Roman paled for only a moment before his eyes widened along with his stance. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a slim pack of cigarettes and a silver lighter. Ignoring Ivar’s question, he selected one from the pack and tucked it back into his inner pocket before lighting it. He took a heavy haul and exhaled a thick white cloud of smoke before answering. “I know you’re a smartass. Blah, blah university bullshit. So what? You’re smart. I have the smartest minds in the world working for me.” “Hm, maybe just one. Your company is running so badly that a handful of your top performers have quit. Didn’t you know that? Your mother had to intervene when you went down for a nap. And that’s why we’re here; to drag your whiny ass out of the mess you made. With my help, I will save your company and put yet another notch on my post.” Roman scoffed, more smoke curling out of his mouth. “Notch on your post? This company is one of country’s most influential corporations. Might as well take an axe to your post.” “In that, you’re not mistaken, but my legacy is worldwide. Did you only read my Wikipedia page? Roman, you should know better. You went to, what, high school? You’re not supposed to copy your projects from the internet!” “Oh, fuck you! Smug little bastard. I don’t give a fuck who you are or what schools you attended. I’m untouchable.” He stubbed out his cigarette in a shallow ashtray on the desk. “Maybe financially. You’re a powerhouse of wealth. But you’re a skinny bitch boy, and even though my legs don’t work as yours do, I could still put you back into a coma. So, you better watch that smartass mouth. I don’t think you want to go there.” “Threatening me physically? That’s not very professional of you, Mr. Lothbrok.” Ivar set his right crutch far from his right foot and began the short shuffle it took to come a foot away from Roman’s face. When Ivar steadied himself and drew up to full height, he came up only two inches shorter than the heir. His muscled torso was broad like Roman’s but thicker and more robust.  “The time to dance around has passed. Why don’t you pack your nose full of cocaine and go off on another bender while the adults get the work done?” Roman’s eyes grew wild with anger yet still could not match the venomous beam Ivar returned.  “You get by, don’t you, Ivar? May I call you Ivar?” Roman relinquished the stare-down and softened a little. “Yes. What you lack physically, you make up for with an advanced brain and perhaps a little with your looks?” “Looks is all you have going for you,” Ivar spat. “I have a facility on nearly every continent. You have your little white tower, and I’m here trying to help you keep it from toppling, and this is how you treat me? Insulting me, wasting my time and now what? You’re flirting with me?” “Hardly. Although I’m not opposed to giving credit where it’s due, I find you impressive. I’d love to learn more about you. Maybe we can go out for real celebratory drinks later on? I’m sure there’s a place around here that serves mead.” “Now, you presume to make merry with my family and me?” “Why not? I’m sure you’ve made merry with plenty of people worse than me.” “I wish I could agree. You have to be one of the most insufferable brats I’ve ever had the displeasure of showing who’s boss.” “Oh, yeah?” “Yeah,” Ivar deposited his right crutch against the desk and shot out his hand to grab the knot of Roman’s tie. The clash of mouths and teeth was hard enough to make Roman seethe and pull back only as far as Ivar would let him. “I didn’t read you for a cocksucker,” Roman snickered with his eyes closed, words fanning over Ivar’s cheeks. “You read it right. But I can’t say the same for you. So, get down on your knees, pretty boy.” “I don’t think so.” Ivar wound the silk tie around his solid fist and yanked, dropping his other crutch to the floor with a deafening clatter. The severe grip on the taller man’s shoulder pinched, causing his knees to buckle. He worked to unfasten his belt while keeping a reassuring hand cradling the back of Roman’s head. “You’re a yappy little bottom, aren’t you? You talk a big game, but you’re beneath me, and you know it. You pale in the face of real power. Right, sugar lips?” “Fuck you,” Roman growled, round eyes glinting like volcanic rock.  “Come on, puppy dog. Show us those fangs,” Ivar cooed, squeezing Roman’s chin until his jaw unhinged. “Yes, let’s feel the back of that throat. Oh, I’ve heard many stories about you, Roman. Nymphomaniacal drug-addict. Master of depravity at only twenty years old.” The unsavoury titles did nothing to offend the man on his knees. Roman knew what he was. Denying what they both knew was pointless. That’s what his bender was about. Roman grew bored with his local entertainment. He wanted something foreign and untrodden; a tryst that could entice a man that fucked and snorted his way through his teenage years. Ivar was different. The Norseman was a shining beacon on top of a multi-billion dollar foundation that spanned the planet. Getting close and intimate with somebody of his stature would be like hanging a gold medal next to hundreds of participation ribbons. Even Roman knew that, but he would never give him the satisfaction of knowing his respect. Not yet. Ivar pulled out his half-hard cock and gave it some firm strokes until it pointed directly at glistening lips. He drew over Roman’s O-shaped mouth with the tip and soughed when he realized the colours almost matched.   “Oh, that’s a nice, warm mouth. And such beautiful lips.” The weight of Ivar’s belt caused his trousers to droop. He winced away when Roman’s hands rose to grip his thighs. The heir felt a hard touch of metal beneath the fabric and realized he grazed a bracing. Unsure if the touch had offended, Roman busied his hands instead, taking off his jacket and loosening his tie. Roman closed his eyes on his first dip down, taking Ivar to the back of his tongue and then an inch further. The pink lips fuelling Ivar’s arousal enclosed him tightly and helped squeeze out a soft moan of pleasure from above.  A windy breath left Ivar’s pursed lips as he drew his hips back. The rounded head shone from a coating of saliva. Roman stared upward, licking his lips in waiting, innocent as a kitten. Ivar pulled Roman’s head forward. The motion was not quick or shallow, and his nose smashed up against Ivar’s groin. The Norseman did not let go. He waited until Roman’s cheeks turned pink again, and even still, he kept one hand firmly on the back of his head.  When Roman fought back, Ivar laughed sinisterly. The tight, wet encasing spasmed around him, cracking his smile in half from the sounds of choking. “I have to admit, the moment I saw you in the flesh, I couldn’t help but think about what your face might look like choking on my cock,” Ivar laughed, chin anchored to his chest so he could watch him flail his arms. “Now I know how to shut you up.” A sharp gasp of air tore through the room. Roman pulled back, but only because Ivar loosened his hold. He grasped the edge of the desk and pulled himself up. A single bubble of drool crawled down his chin and Ivar licked at it. Hands then scurried to unbutton shirts until the two of them stood facing each other, unable to stop staring. Ivar’s chest barreled out, firm and tanned, punctuated by two small nipples that met the interest of Roman’s tongue. He couldn’t believe how little of a fight Roman put up against him. It was almost sweet the way his rosy lips bequeathed his skin with little sucking kisses. Neither thought about the door and how easy an unsuspecting employee could walk in to discover the heads locked like wild animals. Ivar didn’t care, and if his concern wasn’t present, Roman’s never existed. He allowed himself to be thrown up against the desk facing away from his Viking adversary. “The yappy pup has nothing to say? No? I didn’t think so. You want to get fucked nice and hard by a man that’s better than you.” A rebuttal dissipated like smoke after Ivar forced him to bend over. Nobody ever had the guts to handle him with such roughness. He had been slapped, bitten, cut, teased and pinched by delicate hands before, but nothing prepared him for the rush he felt when Ivar forced him down and delivered a boorish slap to his bare ass. “Fuck yes, make it hurt,” Roman’s desperation leaked through clenched teeth. “Make me fucking hurt.” Unsatisfied until both Roman’s cheeks were ripe red, Ivar continued delivering stinging blows. Each slap echoed through the office, accompanied by ominous giggles and whimpering. “Look at you, mister bigshot. You’re just a whining little mess on your big boy’s desk. You are just waiting to have that ass pounded. And I bet you weren’t expecting the cripple to be hung, did you? What a world of trouble you’ve found yourself in.” “Why don’t you quit talking so much and fuck me already? Unless you can’t get it up?” Ivar smouldered, but the challenge was what he needed to flatten his opponent on top of the desk. Gripping his cock, he bounced it against one supple cheek. “Who wouldn’t be able to get it up with such a pretty little ass right here?” Roman heard Ivar spitting into his palm and then felt the swipe of saliva gliding between the cleft of his cheeks. But it wasn’t enough to mow Ivar’s appetite. He reached down his left thigh to grasp one of the metal bones of his brace, using it as a handhold to swing his leg back. He did the same with the right leg and leaned over to trail his dripping tongue up between Roman’s cheeks.  He took a moment to appreciate the graceful dip of Roman’s broad back and the buzzing handprints decorating paper white skin. “We have to get that hole nice and wet,” Ivar whispered against his tailbone after coming up from a long taste. “God, just fuck me!” Ivar brought down another harsh smack to his hot skin. “Oh, what is it? You don’t like having your ass eaten? Tell me it doesn’t feel good when daddy tongues that little asshole.” The teasing continued for only a minute longer before Ivar righted himself to mount. The pressure had Roman wincing and muttering. And then a harmonious lull of moaning filled the air. Ivar rocked his hips gently for only a moment until Roman rechallenged him. “Fuck me. You want to be called daddy? Fucking earn it.” A powerful thrust sent Roman forward so fast he had to prop himself up with two hands splayed out on the desk. A stack of papers slid out from under his palm, flattening his stomach against the polished wood again. Ivar agreed with the new position and picked up speed. “I’m better than you, Roman. I’m smarter, more successful, and more personable than you could ever hope to be. That’s why you submit yourself. Your place is beneath me because, underneath all this finery, you’re just a little boy without a daddy to set you straight.” Roman ignored the accusations as a sweet chord rang through his abdomen. He thought about a white cap of cocaine and the wonders it could do to numb him, prolonging the pleasure of having his prostate struck over and over. Ivar filled him too perfectly, and without his powdery secret ingredient, he knew he would not last long. Especially not after Ivar reached around and goaded his cock with a firm grip. “Oh, fuck, give me that nasty cock. You sick bastard. Fuck me. Come on, fuck me harder, pussy,” Roman hissed. Laughter erupted from Ivar’s throat as he picked up a faster pace. No more words fell from Roman’s lips. Only grunts and warnings of impending orgasm. Five fingers harrowed through Roman’s hair, pulling until he rose up from the desk. The same five fingers then enclosed around his neck. Ivar intended to have the last say before they both lost control. “Get your hand around your cock. That’s right. Pump it for me. Oh, you’re going to come, aren’t you? Bad boys love to come for me. And aren’t you a bad boy?” Roman said nothing. Ivar shook him by the neck until he spoke. “I’m a... Bad boy,” he choked.  “What do bad boys do for me?” “C-come.” “Very good,” Ivar’s tone was patronizing to the fullest degree. “When are you going to come?” “When you tell me to,” he whispered. A peal of delighted laughter left Ivar. “Yes. My smart boy learns quickly!” The slap of skin and wheezing bounced off the walls and only then did Roman realize anyone could pass by his office and hear the whole exchange. But it was too late to worry. They both skittered to a sharp peak, too close to look back. Roman whined more with every inch lost. Ivar pushed him to the brink, hammering him and tightening his grip around his neck. “You will come for me. All over your desk here,” Ivar’s words held no hint of suggestion. It was a demand that Roman was glad to fill with a hard knot of tension, threatening to snap inside of him. All he needed was a few more seconds of air deprivation and a strong hand to guide him. When the drop came, they both fell hard and fast. The knot in Roman’s stomach broke, spilling forth in a flurry of thick, white cum. Ivar busied himself, trying not to break his teeth from clenching. The spasm undulating through his victim’s body swaddled him tight, making it difficult to hold back. With a harsh growl, Ivar spilled as well and rode out his orgasm until his blood drained, leaving him weakened and panting. Ivar wasn’t ready to yield and held Roman hostage against the desk while whispering in his ear. “Bend over and lick your fucking cum off the desk. Clean up after yourself, you filthy fuck.” The aftermath played out in eerie silence after all the vitriol and seed spilled between them. They got dressed without a word. Roman snuck a peek at Ivar’s braced legs before the Viking pulled his pants up while wearing a sharp smirk. Roman clicked his tongue, scoffing at the luxuriant look of satisfaction. “I suppose I shouldn’t keep you much longer,” Roman said in a casual tone. “Certainly not. There is much work to do.” “And I have every bit of confidence in you, Mr. Lothbrok.” “Don’t flatter me.” The Viking waved his hand. “Oh, now you can’t take a compliment?” “Why don’t you get yourself cleaned up, Mr. Godfrey? And if you’d like to talk more business, I’ll have my assistant give you the name of the hotel I’m staying at.” “I probably own the hotel you’re staying at.” Ivar fastened the last button of his shirt, smirking at the comment, but letting it slide. He was too jittery from recent orgasm to keep biting back. “I look forward to our continued partnership, Roman.” “Likewise.”

@dreamtherapy @reinamysterio @skarswhat @mightbelindsey @sexual-rendezvous-blog @billskarsgardx @michaeliskindahot @mycrimsonsparrow @tigers-pat @rainbowmoosie​ @tinygayfungi​ @pancake-blonde​ @bskarsgardlove92​ @sarah2057​ @ohcaptains​ @jamierdr @loveforbillskasgard​ @vikingsmania​ @billdreamy69​ @lordeofther1ngs​ @theredheadsbookcorner​ @1-800-imagines​ @readsalot73​ @nicolehoran-maybe​ @weirdlilwitch​ @enchantedreadersworld​ @allkundsofwrong​ @loey-bae​ @bill-istvan​ @army-crawl-andersen​ @ohtheangst​ @beyond-the-ashes​ @whoplansthese​ @evaolii​ @frappylou​ @alylanaeblack​ @creepshowzombae​ @billullabies​ @bohemianfortunes​ @moondustmemories​ @terry2227​ @ivarlcthbrok @queen-see-ya-in-valhalla @alltimesamantha @amelia-in-w0nderland @thestonerosas @skrsgvrd @sorryimviolet @tweakersqueaker @inforapound @eff1ngqueen @skrsgrd-my-boi @rekdreams-fandom @b-afterhours @anastasiaskarsgard @ainatirb-j @voodoo-queen @quiche-pocket @awkward-haux @thorins-queen-of-erebor @originalclodmakergarden @skrsgardspam @tumblingdwntherabbithole @xbuckxnastyx @lauraaan182 @justlira @skadithegoddess @whiskeyxinxaxteacup @calumculia0 @micheallangdons @ohhoneyaaaaaaa @ziamhathrisen

(If you would like to be tagged or have your tag removed, please let me know!)

[kittyprincessofcats]

GPF Torino - Day 2

I'm going to continue what I did yesterday and write down my thoughts of the day before going to sleep. Small warning: While I feel better now compared to earlier, I'm still heartbroken about Rika, so if I sound sad/angry/bitter in this post, that's why.

- We watched the Ladies, Pairs and Men's practices this morning, which was amazing. I'm honestly enjoying the practices more than the actual competiton. Maybe because there's no stupid judges and no points to worry and stress about during the practices. I can just lean back and enjoy the skating.

- Yuzuru went for the 4A in practice 3 times. One the one hand it was pretty epic to see those attempts. But on the other hand, he fell pretty hard of all of them, and I don't want him to injure himself before the free skate.

- Nothing to do with the GPF, but we went to eat Sushi for lunch and it was delicious.

- Here's my story of trying to deliver my cat plushie to Rika: I asked one of the security guys where the gift boxes for skaters are (because the website said there'd be some, and because it's hard to throw a plush toy from all the way up there. I also wrote letters to Rika and Yuzu and you can't really throw those on the ice.) The man told me it's not allowed to throw stuff from all the way up there anyway, but he didn't know anything about the gift boxes and just told me to "ask downstairs". I went to one of the organizers downstairs and asked. She didn't know either and went to get her collegue. The collegue asked if I speak Italian. I don't. They finally told me that there is no gift boxes, but that I could leave the toy with them and put Rika's name on it and they'd give it to whoever's responsible for delivering fan presents. I left it with them and now I can only hope it'll actually get to Rika. I guess I'll have to look for that plush cat in her Instagram present photos later :D

- Junior Ladies: As someone who's neither a big fan of Kamila nor of Alysa, I'd say that based just on these skates the placements were fair. I also have to say that both of them impressed me with their performanes here. The one placement I don't agree with is Daria's bronze medal - I'd have given that to Ksenia.

- Funny moment:

Alysa: *jumps "4Lz" in the warmup*

My dad: How many rotations were that?

Me: The judges will say 4.

My dad: I counted like... 3 and a bit?

Me: Yup, that's about right.

My dad: Good, I thought my eyes were deceiving me.

- Though one thing I have to say is that I did kind of start rooting for Alysa halfway through just because there was some really obnoxious Russian fans sitting close to us. They screamed like crazy at the Russian skaters, didn't bother clapping for anyone else, one man was shouting things all the time, and the only time they cheered for Alysa was when the announcer said the words "second place". And that wasn't a "Well done, second place is a great achievement" cheer, it was a "Yay, we're glad you're not in first" cheer. And later I felt like Alysa was kind of left on her own during the victory ceremony while the two Russian girls had each other (kind of like Rika at the NHK ceremony). So yeah, I felt pretty bad for Alysa here.

- I don't understand much about Ice Dance tbh, but P/C were really fun to watch. My dad keeps calling him "giraffe man" because of his long neck.

- Ladies SP: a.k.a. the moment my mood went from good to absolutely awful :( I don't even want to say much more, I'm just really sad. The free is where Trusova is planning 5 quads and Shcherbakova 3, so the short really is where Rika should have placed ahead of them to have a chance at a medal. I kept doing the maths in my head and even if she skates a clean free now, it's not going to be enough for anything more than 5th unless some others make mistakes (which is also thanks to Shcherbakova and Zagitova being overscored here).

- And just to be clear: I don't hold this against Rika at all. She's injured, jetlagged and nervous and I saw how much better she was in practice. Anyone who says anything rude about her will catch these hands.

- Also the scoring was awful again. No edge calls from what I've heard. Even with this performance Rika should have been ahead of Trusova and arguably Tennell as well. Scores for Shcherbakova and Zagitova were too high. Alyona Kostornaia was amazing - I'd have given her a few points less, but only 1 or 2.

- This honestly made me way sadder than Yuzu yesterday. Mostly because 1) Yuzu has already achieved everything and has nothing left to prove, 2) Everyone and their mom is a Yuzu stan so it's not like he's lacking fan support, and 3) ... I'll honestly admit that I'm a Rika stan first and a Fanyu second.

- After Yuma Kagiyama and Haein Lee yesterday, I asked if my faves placing last in the SP was going to be a trend - guess I shouldn't have said that.

- One thing that made it better, though: I loved seeing all the fan support for Rika! From what I could hear while cheering myself, the cheers for her weren't any quieter than the ones for the 3A. And she got so many presents thrown on the ice! That was really lovely to see.

- Sweet moment:

Me: I wish there was other Rika fans sitting next to me.

My dad: Hey! I'm right here!

- My dad brought his huge camera and he's taking pictures of all the skaters. He's at over 6000 pictures now. When we get home, I'll delete the bad ones and post the really nice ones here.

- The two girls sitting next to us saw some of my dad's pictures and asked if he has any of Yuzu. He sent them over 15 pictures from practice. Which would have been cute and all if this hadn't been right after the Ladies short and if I hadn't been sitting between them feeling like crying.

- I tried to enjoy pairs after that, and I kind of did. I'm happy for Sui/Han, though their performance was far from what they're able to do. I'm thrilled for Peng/Jin - that's my two favourite Pairs of the competition winning gold and silver, so that's nice.

- The Ladies FS is last tomorrow, and I genuinely suggested just leaving after Rika's performance - because I really don't care about the ET girl showdown. Obviously Kostornaia is better than the other 3 and should win hands down, but I'm not invested enough in even that to sit through the outrageous scores the others are sure to get. But my dad thought it would be rude to just leave - as if the skaters will notice 2 people more or less in the audience.

- The men's practice is at 7AM tomorrow and whoever made that decision is my enemy. I hope I'll be able to get up that early, since I'd really love to be there for practice on Yuzuru's b-day, but I might oversleep :/

- Even though my BiB nails didn't seem to have helped, I'll still do IAoP nail polish tomorrow.

- I'm starting to think that Rika should go for the 4S. Not like she has anything left to lose now. Except, of course, if risking a quad could make her injury worse - in that case I wouldn't do it and just focus on making it through the comp without worsening her condition.

[missdulcerosea]

the nessus chronicles - excerpt

i had this sitting around in my google docs for a bit, so i decided to post! anyways aelar and celine are very blatantly my faves of the cast so here’s more of them. warnings: none. a wee bit of angst but nothing overtly upsetting.

The sun begins to set, a conflagration of blue, pink and gold that transforms the sky into something dazzling. Celine and Aelar sit on the bench, where she rests her head on his shoulder and wraps her hands around his arm. In turn, he combs his fingers through her golden-blonde hair - once neatly coiled, it’s starting to fall out of its pile of ringlets held together by lace-trimmed ribbons. 

A breeze perfumed with the smell of plums and pollen rustles through the trees and flowers. The garden is their sanctum - it is the place where they can go without being encroached by thoughts of the war, and just bide their time away taking turns on the swing and observing the pastel petals of flowers. But even in their sanctum there are thoughts that seep in through the little chinks and cracks. One such thought makes Celine sit up.

She’s only human.

How often she has heard Aelar call her beautiful, pressing kisses to her nose and cupid’s bow, stroking her hair and smiling down at her with bright brown eyes. And when they marry they will have their time together! How often they have danced together, the skirts of her rose-petal pink dress sweeping over the polished palace floors, and how Aelar has said she is so graceful. But there is a worm that has made its way into the apple core in spite of his sweet words: What will happen later? She does not have the lifespan of an elf, let alone the eternal youth. What will happen when not even exquisite gowns and blush can hide her age as she grows older, and Aelar will wake up to a wife with graying hair and green eyes looking out of a pale, wrinkled face?

“Celine? Are you alright?” He looks down at her, clasping hold of her hands in his.

“It’s nothing.” “Please tell me. You look sad. I can’t stand the thought of you being unhappy.”

The thoughts break through the walls of her sanctuary and she tells him - she tells him how she has no second thoughts about when she will take her wedding vows, but wonders if he will have his when she finally grows old. How it hurt enough in the beginning when she had wondered for what felt like a millisecond if Aelar loved her not as a prince but as a princess, if he loved Augustus Grichuse more than he did Celine in the here and now - but that was all nothing compared to what she feels now.

“Oh, Celine…”

He clasps her close and she buries her head in his shoulder, fingers gripping at the thin red silk of his kimono. Aelar rocks her back and forth in his arms and they have their silence. Then he pulls away, reaching his hands up to frame her cheeks.

“I have seen humans grow old and fade in the sixteen years I’ve been alive, and I have loved them. And the same for you. I don’t love you as a pretty face or as a title, Celine. I love how kind and patient you are when you’re teaching me embroidery. I love how excited you get when I start talking about what I’m drawing. That’s what’s beautiful about you. And that shines through from your heart and mind, and it will continue to even as you grow old and gray. I can’t say if this will reassure you or if you’ll believe me, but I do mean it.”

“I know you do.”

“I don’t see any difference, Celine,” he says. “I’d gladly give up immortality if it meant that. Because I would be with you - the wonderful, kind, compassionate Celine I know and have always known. The most beautiful part of you that I will see even after all those years will be your heart.”

[i-am-the-entertainer]

RevieWBY Volume 7, Chapter 1: “The Greatest Kingdom”

Weeeeee are back, people!

This is the first episode of RWBY we’ve had in 8 months, and it’s coming on the heels of a year where RT finally had to reconcile with its many changes: the Glassdoor controversy, the general less-than-expected success of gen:LOCK, and of course the layoffs, all this culminating in the complete restructuring of the company last month. A big question on everyone’s mind was “Will this restructuring, which is supposed to allow better quality of life for Rooster Teeth’s animators, equal a better-made show?”

Well...the answer in my eyes is actually a little complicated...

You Had Me At “Sal”

So right off the bat I want to say that from an overall story perspective, I wasn’t particularly impressed by this premiere––I’ll go into more detail about that later. But from a technical standpoint, this was a very well-made chapter. The attention to detail, from small movements the characters make in their reactions, to little particle effects that give weight to a fighter’s actions, really showed off just how much polish you can get when you give animators the time to give the work their all, instead of rushing everything to meet the arbitrarily chosen deadline. Jury’s out on whether this will remain consistent for the whole volume, but in comparison to the animation in Volume 6′s premiere “Argus Limited,” which was already a pretty impressive installment from a technical standpoint, this is loads better.

That being said, this definitely isn’t my favorite of the RWBY premieres, and I think that’s because the stakes of the show as previously mentioned don’t seem as present in this as they should be. Sure we were introduced to Atlas/Mantle under a paranoid Ironwood, and we were reminded on the importance of protecting the lamp, but after finishing the episode it felt like those took a backseat. And I think that might be the fight’s fault. Because the fight sequence had to do more with a general attack by Grimm, which our heroes have faced many, many times. Because it ultimately had little to do with the events leading up to this moment, it had a lot of flash but little weight to make me truly care about it. Compare it to previous opening fights:

Volume 1: Introducing the dynamics of hunters and huntresses and a basic idea of what the series’ conflict was.

Volume 2: Pure fun, but in an innocent era of the show it was important to see the kids getting to be kids.

Volume 3: Introducing the Vytal festival.

Volume 4: Showing off team RNJR’s dynamic after the events of Volume 3.

Volume 5: Didn’t have one...but then again I think everyone (including the writers) are on the same page that it was a poorly written and rushed volume.

Volume 6: A first fight with the combined teams together again, and also a demonstration of the problem of Ozpin’s continued secrets.

We didn’t get any sort of weight like that in this fight. Grimm are attacking. It’s par for the course in Mantle, except Penny’s apparently the one fighting them off! Okay, but that’s not exactly the most inspiring reason to feature this fight. Now, if there had been something like “The Grimm seem to be attacking even more now” or if, say, the attacking Grimm were the new ones Salem made at the end of Volume 6 and everyone was like “What the hell are these, we’ve never seen these before?!” that might have added some weight. (Though I will say I’d understand if the writers were waiting to play their cards regarding those Grimm.)

The re-introduction of Penny constitutes a different issue that I think speaks to RWBY as a whole. I actually was gonna write an essay on this after Volume 5′s Weiss death fakeout, but never got around to finishing it, and it lost relevance in Volume 6 so I abandoned the thought altogether. The issue, which came up again due to Penny’s return, is that death seems to have lost meaning in this show.

Let me explain. Volume 3 changed the game in RWBY for multiple reasons due to the fact it completely blew up the premise up to that point, and part of that lay in the major character deaths. I remember the utter shock that rippled through the FNDM when Penny was killed: the show had lost an established character in a viscerally shocking manner. Then Torchwick, the first villain the audience had even seen, was dramatically killed off in a climactic battle, showing even the villains could be removed from the equation. The most shocking was Pyrrha: she was one of the lead characters, and her death thematically demonstrated that not even the leads were safe. People went into the next volume chattering, wondering “Which one of my faves is gonna get offed now?”

And then...nothing really happened. All we got for a while were: the deaths of some recurring characters either within the season they were formally introduced (Vernal and Lionheart, for starters) or after two seasons with little time devoted to their plots to really care about their deaths (Fennec Albain); major death flags but ultimately the heroes being triumphant (the Belladonna household fight); and of course, death fakeouts. With the last one, it was a cliffhanger that no one seriously believed it would be followed through with said character actually dying (Weiss––this is what my essay was gonna be about), and then a character who seemed to suffer no real consequences from getting defeated in that way (Cinder). The only major recurring character death was Adam, but that was basically being set up since Volume 5: it wasn’t an unexpected death unless you were really bad at taking the hints (coughEruptionFangcough), and at that point Adam’s role in the story was increasingly extraneous to the main plot – the show needed to get rid of him.

Which brings me back to Penny. Penny was the catalyst for the domino effect for death to have meaning on this show. By bringing her back that effect feels somewhat cheapened, especially because there didn’t seem to be a whole lot of emotional weight attached to her return: she comes back, everyone’s happy to see her again. Granted, if any of the characters from Volume 3 were able to come back it’d be Penny (I mean for god’s sake, she’s a robot), but the fact that she was the first of them to die really puts the stakes of this show in danger by seemingly suggesting “These characters are actually out of danger!”

(I’m left wondering if there will ultimately be a trade-off later this volume because of Penny’s return. Now that...that would really change things.)

Now of course, we are just in the first chapter, so maybe Miles and Kerry just haven’t played their cards yet. But considering this is something I’ve been concerned about for the last couple of volumes, it does leave the whole “Penny is back” thing feeling a bit cheap in the immediate aftermath of watching this.

Conclusions

From a story standpoint? I’m not impressed, but more on how it compares to previous RWBY premieres. Overall I think this is definitely one of the best-looking premieres RWBY has had in a while, but lacked enough stakes that would’ve made it a truly great episode.

[shae-ster93]

Lazy Sunday

One Shot

T’Challa x BlackReader

Just some fluffy shit :)

In honor of @brianabreeze 4K Celebration Fest

Prompt: “Dance with me.”

You and T’Challa have a rare, Royal Duty-free day

Warnings: None

******

- 9:00 am

Wakandan sunlight entered your bedroom, giving everything in the royal chambers a warm, golden-brown glow. You felt the sun’s warmth on your shoulder and blinked your eyes open. You smiled. Turning over, you found your husband still asleep. You traced a fingernail up his spine and down his arm. You snuggled closer and placed gentle kisses on his bicep and shoulder.

“Good morning, love.” you cooed. T’Challa stirred and turned over to face you. He smiled and placed a kiss on your forehead. He opened his arms, allowing you to lay your head on his chest. He rubbed his hand along your shoulder giving it gentle squeezes.

“Same to you, Mrs. Udaku.” You both chuckled at the formal title.

“What should we do today?” you asked intertwining your fingers with his. “There’s nothing on the schedule for us to do. No royal duties. We have a free day.”

“So lets do ‘nothing’’.” He replied with a shrug. You picked your head up to look him in the eye not sure if he was kidding. “What? Days like today are rare, love. Let’s take advantage and spend it enjoying each others company. I’ll have our meals sent up. We don't have to leave the room. Lets be lazy.”

You smiled and placed a kiss on his chest. “I’d like that.”

******

- 10:00 am

The both of you sat on the adjoining balcony overlooking the beautiful Wakandan view. T’Challa had ordered breakfast to be sent to the room and you both enjoyed the meal prepared by the royal chefs. You sipped your orange juice and popped a grape in your mouth. 

“Challa?”

He swallowed his bite of toast and looked up at you. “Yes?”

“How are you baby?” you asked. He smiled. “I’m fine. Although, I do wish my eggs were cooked a little longer.”

You laughed. “No baby. I meant how are you? You often have a lot on your plate... figuratively speaking. Being a King, a superhero, a brother, son....an eventual father?” T’Challa raised an eyebrow in your direction. You shook your head ‘ no’. You continued “How are you handling it? Does it get to be too much?”

T’Challa took a deep breath and reached for your hand. He stroked his thumb across the back of it. “sometimes, yes. I do get overwhelmed at all of my responsibilities but it was to be expected. I knew being a King was a lot of work. Look at my father, he went gray at 36!”

You snorted and ate another grape. T’Challa continued, “but that is what the council is for, to ease a little of the workload. I have a strong support system behind me. And a strong woman at my side.” He gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “I’m okay.”

You smiled. “If you say so, but you know all you have to do is say the word and I’ll pack our shit and we’ll get the hell outta dodge.”

T’Challa chuckled. “I’ll be sure to let you know.”

******

- 11:10 am

“Oh yes baby, right there.” you moaned as T’Challa scratched shampoo into your scalp causing your eyes to slightly roll back into your head. T’Challa smiled and kissed your full lips swallowing another moan. 

“Okay, okay. Time to rinse.” The King gently pushed you under the running shower water. You threw your head back allowing the hot water to run over your head. T’Challa took advantage of your exposed neck and began to suck on your sweet spot. 

“Baby,” you whined. “I still have to put the conditioner in.”

“Go ahead, I’m not stopping you.” He replied in between sucks and kisses to your throat. You poured a dollop of conditioner into your palm and lathered it into your hair. You wrapped a cap around your hair to let the product set in.

“Okay, now I’ll just leave this in for about fifteen minutes.”

“Fifteen minutes?” Challa asked.

“Yeah, why?” you questioned. He effortlessly picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. He pinned you to the shower wall and attacked your neck with more kisses. 

“It’s not a lot of time but I’ll make it work.”

You bit your bottom lip and let the water run over both of your bodies while T’Challa continued exploring your slick body with his mouth and hands.

******

-12:15 pm

“Cinderella was my favorite Disney princess. You know Prince Charming, Fairy Godmother and all that jazz.”

T’Challa hummed in response, concentration plastered on his face as he sat at your feet painting on a second coat of white nail polish to your toes. You rubbed some oil into his scalp and finished your thought. 

“But ever since ‘The Princess and the Frog’ Tiana’s been my fave. She’s smart, headstrong, she didn't need a man to save her, plus, she was from NOLA, AND she could throw down in the kitchen?!? I stan. Tiana’s bomb.” You sighed in awe.

“Tiana. I like that name.” T’Challa spoke softly as he blew on your toes while lightly tracing the trail of tattooed stars on your foot with his finger. You finished oiling his scalp and lifted his chin with your finger.

“One day baby.” You blew him a kiss. The topic of children had often come up but you both decided to take your time and enjoy being married. Although, after 14 months, Shuri was itching for a niece or nephew to spoil. T’Challa went back to your toes, now painting on the top coat.

“What I don't understand,” he began “is why she spent most of the movie as an animal. What gives?”

“I know right?!” You hallway shouted. “Some bullshit if you ask me.”

******

- 1:00 pm

Once again, the King of Wakanda had ordered for your meals to be sent to the bedroom. The lunch was mostly eaten in silence with a few stolen glances here and there. Along with a few blown kisses and a couple of winks.

You watched your husband enjoy his meal and asked yourself how you got to be so lucky. God knew what he was doing when He sent T’Challa to you. And for that, you were forever thankful. 

You reached across the table and took his hand in yours. He smiled warmly at you and you returned it. “I love you.”

He gripped your hand tighter. “I love you more.”

******

- 2:00 pm

“Esh, how long is this stuff supposed to stay on?” T’Challa whined resisting the urge to scratch his face. You had the bright idea to do couples facials and you were enjoying it significantly more than your husband.

You looked over at your man and fought the urge to chuckle at his charcoal covered face. “Ah ah, leave it!” you scolded. “It stays on until its tacky and rubbery. Just a few more minutes babe.”

“I don't see why I had to wear this mask..” Challa complained. “My pores are fine. In pristine condition.” He continued making the ‘OK’ sign with his fingers.

You rolled your eyes. “Sure.” *DING!*

“Okay baby, ready to peel it off?” you asked. The next ten minutes were spent painstakingly peeling off the concoction from your faces. you winced with every pull of the dried mask. “why? Why did I think this was a good idea?”

“Agreed. Am I still going to have face skin when this is all said and done?” T’Challa asked tugging at his own mask.

You sucked your teeth and gave him the side eye. “Face skin?”

“Ey, this was your bright id- ohh hold on.” You glanced at your husband to see he had freed himself of the mask and was now rubbing his face. “My face is a lot softer,” he examined the sheath of charcoal in his hands. “and it did remove some gunk out of my pores.”

You looked at yourself in the mirror, your face still halfway covered in the mask. You rubbed your cheek and gasped. “You’re right! She is smooth under here hunty.” You did some mock poses in front of the glass.

“Now I just have to get the res-”

*RRRIIIIIPPPP!!*

You shrieked. “BABY!!”

“What? It had to be done quickly, like a bandage.” The King said shrugging.

“Is my cheek still there?!?”

******

- 4:25 pm

You snuggled under T’Challa and shoved another handful of popcorn into your mouth. You had convinced him to watch ‘The Princess and the Frog; because after all, he owed you. He did almost snatch your face off. 

“Be careful love, you’ll get popcorn in the bed.”

“I’m always careful. Now shush, movie’s on.”

He chuckled and pulled you closer to his chest. You were so enthralled with the television that you didn't notice him sneaking glances at you as you watched the movie. Watching you enjoy yourself was one of his greatest pleasures. He’d watch whatever you wanted if it made you happy. Even if the movie was created for children. 

T’Challa stroked his chin “I like that Charlotte isn't in-your-face about her riches...well, not as in your face as she could be. She’s not the bratty rich kid you typically see in these types of programs.”

You nodded in agreement. “Exactly, even though she and Tiana come from different sides of the track, she doesn't make a big show of it. You can tell she really cares for her best friend. She’s a rare one.”

You looked up at your King. “Just like someone else I know.”

He blew you a kiss and you gave a wink back before turning your attention back to the movie.

******

- 6:30 pm

“Babe, you’re getting paint on the floor.” You looked at the mess your husband was making. Brushes and paint droplets were scattered on the bedroom floor.

The King waved you off, “It’s fine. It can be cleaned.”

The sun had begun to set on your beautiful country and you husband thought it would be fun to paint the sunset. He’d ordered canvases, brushes, and a variety of other art supplies to be sent to the room. 

“Meh, I guess.” you replied with a shrug. “Are you almost done?” you asked.

“Aaannnd there. Now I am.” he said matter of factly. “On three?”

You nodded. “One...two....THREE!” You both turned your respective canvases and studied each other’s work. T’Challa’s take on the sunset was a nice oil painting while you opted for a more watercolored effect. 

You nodded slowly. “Not bad chief, not bad at all.”

T’Challa slung an arm around your shoulder. “Not bad for you either.” You both smiled at each other. “Shall we hang them?”

You smile grew bigger. “Absolutely.”

******

- 8:30 pm

For the last time that day, you and T’Challa sat on your spacious balcony and had a meal. This time enjoying the delicious lemon butter chicken, steamed vegetables, and roasted potatoes the chef’s had prepared for dinner.

You looked up at your husband to see him already staring at you. “What’s wrong baby?” you asked.

He cleared his throat. “I was wondering, would you be opposed to doing this, say, once a month?”

“doing what?”

“This. Today.” He took a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth before finishing. “I really enjoyed spending the day with you today. Just me and you. no council, no meetings. It was just what I needed. Maybe you too?”

You nodded. “I agree. It was nice having the day to ourselves.”

“So what do you say? We clear our schedules for one day a month?”

You raised your glass of champagne. “To lazy Sundays.”

T’Challa raised his glass and clinked it to yours. “To lazy Sundays.”

******

-10:20 pm

You sat on top of your shared bed perched against your pillows dressed in a tank top and shorts with your hair in a messy bun atop your head. Your reading glasses sat on the tip of your nose as you scrolled through The ShadeRoom’s Instagram. You giggled at the posts on their funniest tweets of the week’ segment completely oblivious to what your husband was doing a few feet away.

It wasn't until you heard the familiar opening chimes of Jodeci’s ‘Forever My Lady’ that you looked up from your phone. You saw T’Challa standing by the record player with his eyes focused on you and he wore that crooked smile that you loved so much.

“Oh no.” you playfully groaned covering your face with your hands hiding your blush.

“Stop it, stop it.” T’Challa walked over to you with his arms extended. “Come here. Dance with me.”

So you’re having my baby

And it means so much to me

There’s nothing more precious

Than to raise a family

You stood up and allowed yourself to be embraced by your loving husband. Letting him gently sway you back and forth.

“If there’s any doubt in your mind, you can count on me.” T’Challa sang along to the music still rocking you back and forth.

“Ah, look at you. Brushing up on your 90′s R&B I see.”

“A little bit,” T’Challa said with a laugh “It’s very comforting and extremely sexy. I can see how many children were conceived to this music. Especially that R. Kelly.”

You laughed loudly “Yeah, R. Kelly will set the mood alright.’

Forever my lady

It’s like a dream

I'm holding you close

You’re keeping me warm

If this is ecstasy

“Do you know how I danced with my father as a little girl?”

“Hmm, show me.”

You kicked you pink slippers off your feet and gently stood on the tops of T’Challa’s feet.

“Ah, I see.” T’Challa balanced you on top of his feet and continued swaying you about the room. you head laid on his chest and you listened to his heartbeat as it matched the rhythm of the music.

The two of you stayed like this, even as the next few songs began to play:

‘All I Do Is Think of You’

‘Beauty’

‘This Woman’s Work‘

The two of you were serenaded by the sensual sounds of R&B and truthfully, you could’ve stayed like that forever.

******

- 11:05 pm

Back in bed, you and T’Challa were resting against the pillows, your head on his chest as he silently read Ta-Nehisi Coates’ Between the World and Me.

You traced a finger around his nipple absentmindedly and ran your fingernails along his chest.

“Baby?”

“Hmm?”

“Will you read to me?” you asked before yawning. 

T’Challa looked down at you. “Are you sure? It’s not really a bedtime story, love.”

“I know. But I like the sound of your voice. Plus, it’ll help me fall asleep.”

“Oh, so my talking puts you to sleep eh?”

You playfully smacked his chest. “Just read.”

-”but this banality of violence can never excuse America, because America makes no claim to the banal. America believes itself exceptional...”

You felt your eyelids getting heavier the longer he spoke. You yawned again and continued to listen, eventually letting sleep take you.

T’Challa noticed your light snores and kissed your forehead. “Goodnight, sithandwa sam.”

******

Tags: @brianabreeze @kumkaniudaku @sarahboseman @dramaqueenamby @royallyprincesslilly @afro-royalty @avengersandlovers @sisterwifeudaku @elixirtchalla @eerythingisshaka @ororowrites @dreamingoftchalla @bosemanforever @captiansaveasmut

[mcrmadness]

DIE ÄRZTE @ Warsaw, Poland on 16.5.2019 (text/photo post)

I was there. It was my first DÄ concert. A crazy Finn who traveled all the way to Poland from Finland to see a German band live. I regret nothing! :D I’ve been a fan of this band since April 2009 so this was also basically a 10-years anniversary for me. Beware, this is gonna be a long post.

It’s crazy what just one band can make a person to do. I’m nearly 28 years old and I had never ever been to a plane before. I was convinced for years that the first plane I step into, will crash down. Well, I was to 4 different planes in 5 days and none of them crashed down. Before I had also been only to Sweden once and Estonia once, and now I can also add Poland to the list, and Latvia because of the Riga airport. The flights were terrifying, the first one was so terrifying I was worried how I’ll get anywhere from Riga as I no way can go into another plane ever again. But I still did, because we needed to get to Poland. And I’m glad I did, cos the second flight was not so bad and the two flights back home were even less bad. I’m still not a fan of planes or flying, but I guess I’ll be able to do that again if needed.

I didn’t really see the city, even tho we went there on Tuesday and left on Saturday, we still didn’t get to the city. But it didn’t and still doesn’t bother me, because my main thing WAS Die Ärzte and all my focus went on that. The weather was awful there, just raining 24/7 but on Wednesday we still decided to walk to the venue to make sure we know how to get there the next day.

There it was!!! And we just walked around the streets in this area, just for fun and to observe this part of the city.

“Farin wouldn’t fit to walk under that branch!!!” was what my brother said when we saw this tree while walking :D

So we were just walking around while it was raining, visiting food stores (and always a different one as we succeeded at being embarrassing in every previous one), one “cosmetics” store where we found an older man who knew a bit of Finnish but thought at first that we were Hungarians :D That was interesting because the languages ARE language relatives but still I cannot understand other ugric languages; but apparently they do sound similar for the ears of people who don’t speak these ugric languages as their native language.

On Thursday I woke up basically in panic. My brother had forgotten to turn off his alarm clock and it went off at 7am which woke me up. I was covered in sweat, hungry, thirsty and my stomach felt awful and I was afraid of having a diarrhea finally from the water, but apparently it was just my normal “stress/panic stomach” but I was not able to fall asleep anymore. I felt like throwing up and I was in full panic mode basically and that’s when I wrote the panic-post about the gig here too. We still managed to get ourselves out of the building after 13 o’Clock and walked to the venue, where I met several awesome people (all German of course, I feel like we were probably the only people there speaking English [and Finnish] :DD). We waited in the line for hours and at least I had a blast. I was bit scared of it at first because of my neurotic nature but it went better than excepted and I didn’t run into single annoying person there. And I got a tour t-shirt which is my treasure now and I’ll protect it at all costs :DDD

The gig itself was so awesome. Already in the beginning the air felt very bad tho and I was sweating like what, at the times I already wished for the gig to be over so I could get outside where it’s good air and not so hot, but then something in my head just said “WHAT are you wishing for???????” as in no way I wanted that gig to ever end either, you know :D Soon I got over that and once the gig really started, I was just enjoying what I saw so much I didn’t feel nor notice anything else. I’m very short but I was lucky to not have 5000m tall people in front of my the whole time. Just once there was a guy as wide as he was tall too and because of him at the times I only saw glimbse of Farin’s head, but most of the time I saw pretty well at the stage and I was able to see the whole band with my own eyes :D I always film at concerts because I also get to see the concert from a better angle when my hands are 50cm above my head. But still there’s always people who block the view even from the camera, so you can imagine how my point of view is usually backs of heads and bit of the band too.

Here is the only photo of the concert itself as I filmed everything with my camera but I just needed to have at least one photo to my phone too, and this was it. It looks as if we were really far away but it sure did not feel like that. It’s the wide angle of my phone making that look like that, but I swear I could see Farin’s facial expressions and everything so clearly even tho we didn’t even stand in the front row. I’ll be making another post about the videos, but just wanted to keep this as a small “travel blog post” and also talk about the gig a bit, as I was requested by someone to do so :)

So, the gig. What can I say? It was awesome :D I was so nervous and in panic in the morning I thought I’ll die, but it was all gone when we got into the club. Usually the feelings also hit me after the concert when I’m back at the place I’m staying overnight, but not this time. I was so full of addrenaline and endorphines (even tho it doesn’t show as I don’t really move, I just stand still and watch the concert) that I was just smiling and being hyped the whole time, constantly just thinking and remembering the concert, watching video clips from my camera and I couldn’t sleep until it was like 4-5 in the morning. And same continued the next day. It was so incredible feeling because normally I ALWAYS have a nervous breakdown after concerts but this one seemed to do the opposite and I was feeling just better than ever and it kinda returned my “faith” in my concert visits because I often have felt like dying at gigs and I always ask myself why I do this, when it feels so bad and good at the same time, and yet I always go to gigs to feel like dying. This time I felt like I was alive and not dying at all. Maybe I was feeling like dying enough because of the planes and the gig was much more safer experience as it was not my first gig, even tho it was my first DÄ gig :D And even in a different country! With people who were not fellow Finns! I still can’t believe it how good it felt because I have NEVER felt so good after a concert! I never had the nervous breakdown after this gig and I have had it after every other gig I’ve ever been to (okay my list only has 6 of them so far, and the first gig I was to was in 2007), so this kinda gives me hope that maybe I’m starting to get used to the feels and maybe I’ll not have so strong nervous breakdowns in the future either. Who knows.

And the setlist was great. So many awesome songs and I can’t believe I’ve now heard some of my fave songs live! And I still can’t get over “Klaus, Peter, Willi und Petra” :D Felt so special to be in Warsaw as they played it live for the first time since 1985 and that song is good! :D

Friday was pretty much a day when we just slept. Or tried to sleep. I was up again too early, I just cannot sleep in in foreign places. And I felt like staying at the flat, not going out nor speaking to anyone. I was so tired of translating Polish with Google Translator offline when I don’t speak a word of polish, so tired at trying to talk English with Polish people who don’t speak much English and just trying to make sense of everything. I survive with English but it’s just incredibly hard to think and speak in English and at the same time try to pronounce well and come up with phrases that don’t sound like I have never studied English in my life. It’s just so difficult and I think the problem isn’t my English but just my social skills and overall personality because I cannot speak even proper Finnish when in social situations as I get nervous and forget how even my own mothertongue works. We still tried, but didn’t get to the city as first it was raining and thundering, next ticket vendor did not work, second ticket vendor had a broken paper money part and I didn’t understand how the card works; and didn’t want to go into a bus if not understanding how the ticket vendors there work either so we decided to walk to this shopping mall 5km away instead.

We spent some time in the shopping mall, buying something too and then left before the closing time. This time I could get a ticket vendor working and we traveled back to our place by busses. I wish I would have learnt to use the tickets before Friday evening as we had to leave from Poland the next morning pretty early. But at least I know how to use them when we visit Warsaw again one day...

The next morning we took a taxi to the airport and started our journey back home. We were finally at home at 23.00 Finland time. Warsaw was great, Die Ärzte was am (is!) amazing and I’m gonna keep remembering this trip for a long time! And if it’s up to me, this can’t be my last DÄ concert! I need to see them again one day!!! :D

Good bye, Warsaw!

Aaaaaaand back in Finland. What an experience this whole trip was! Thank you Warsaw, Die Ärzte and all the people I met at the gig!

[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 188

Cammie

"I sit around here complaining all the damn time. For what?"

Baby laughs. "Oh bitch please. Let me tell you some complaining. Yesterday, Kain come home mad as shit. So apparently some cop noticed him from a family photo that... Get this. Chris Brown put up. Kain mad because the cop let him off into front of his friends. Didn't check to see what he had in his pockets."

I laugh. "What fid he have?"

"Girl, some fucking cocaine, Oxy, and weed. Oh and a damn glock. He gonna tell me he done with all that shit after that. I'm like nigga you..."

"Yo?" Kain says in the phone.

I chuckle. "Kain."

"Aye, can I talk to Trey?"

"Call him. No. I'm talking."

He stucks his teeth. "Man, you act like I got that man number. Fuck, I walk around with celebrities numbers and shit too?" he starts laughing. "Naw, Bae, for real. I don't have my phone. Tell him to hit me up on Boo phone."

"Tremaine!"

"Copy." he says through the baby monitor.

I look behind me at it. "Call... Kain wants to talk to you."

"Who?"

"Kain. Baby baby... Okay. My sister boyfriend." I snap.

Baby comes back to the phone. "You a fucking bitch. Get her. You just gonna let her cry? Yes you did wake her up. Kain! Hold on, Cammie, let me get my baby."

"Okay."

A few seconds later the phone hangs up. I take it from my ear putting it down on the table next to the rocking chair. Ironically it's me and Lane rocking in Caden's chair inside Caden's room with no Caden. Trey walks into the room eating.

"Why would I have your sister number?" Trey says.

"Trey?" I take the blanket off Lane.

He scrunches up his face. "I was about to fucking say why the hell Caden look so big. What the hell you doing with Lane big ass in your lap? Where Caden?"

"Chris I think."

"What Kain wants?"

I scrunch. "He not going to tell me. He weird like that. Come get Lane. Tremaine, I want to go out."

"Let's go." he says walking across the room. "Name it. Paris?"

"Stop playing. People don't go out to Paris."

Trey takes Lane all wildly. He does wake up. "We not people. Plus people do."

"I want to go to dinner. That's it."

"Need a bodyguard dinner or don't need a bodyguard dinner?"

I look at him. "Don't need a bodyguard dinner, Tremaine."

"So fancy fancy $100 entrée dinner."

"If it means no bodyguard. Oh and I'm not driving so if you want wine get a driver."

"Picky."

"Pinky?"

He laughs then leaves out the room. "Get ready."

"Tremaine you take longer than me. I got to pump." I say starting to get up. "Oh."

"Yeah." Chris says walking in with a fussing Caden.

I reach my arms out. "There's no milk?"

He places him down gently. "I didn't check."

"Jay, Buggiz in town."

"Why you called him? I said no bodyguard."

"Where are you going?" Chris asks me.

I shrug. "Nowhere if my nigga don't get his life right."

Chris laughs. "Your nigga huh? Okay, Cammie. When he get himself together?"

"To dinner. That's all."

"Yeah?"

"Nobody else. Sorry." I say reaching in my shirt. "So are you going to go away so I can feed my baby?"

He scrunches his eyebrows. "Breastfeeding not sexual."

"You gonna look at my breast and not think anything sexual?"

"Don't start shit." he says walking out of the room.

I laugh. He knows good and well that he not gonna look at my breast and not think anything. We might have gotten over that hump but I'm still a woman and he is still a man. Trey comes in the room smiling really hard.

"I have great reservations."

"Why are you smiling so hard?"

He gestures with his head behind himself. "Check out this kid."

"Tremaine?"

"JJ?" Trey says smiling at me.

JJ walks into the room naked. "Tremaine?"

"JJ?" I snap.

"Mommy." he says looking at me then running out. "I going to put on my pants, okay?"

I shake my head. "Why does he keep stripping? He just got in trouble earlier about the same thing. Now he naked again."

Trey gets down on the floor facing me. "I really want to have a baby girl."

"Tremaine."

"I know your body needs two years. I know. I have to plan my life years in advance. I could be booked for something a year from now with ease. You know this. I think I want to slow down when Lane gets ready for really school."

I stare at him to see how hard he thinking about it. "Well how convenient is it to be 2 years from now?"

"Yeah." he says coming closer to me. "There's a lot of ways to settle down as an entertainer. What do you want to do? As in me."

"I... I don't even know nothing. What options?"

He wraps his arms around my waist then lies his head on my lap. "Movies. They take up more time but i will be home more. A business. Lots of businesses. They take up time. It takes time to make money."

"Tremaine you want me to be honest?"

"Yes." he says holding his head up.

I touch his nose. "I feel some type of way about my fave telling me he not going to make music. What the fuck will I fucking do then?"

He smiles then comes up in my face. "That's what you thinking about when I'm trying to plan our life?"

"I mean... Yeah. I like Trey Songz."

"Well, I'll be Mr. Steal Your Girl for you."

Caden lets out a loud scream then stops. I take my nipple out of his mouth then put him to the other one. He starts fanning his hand hitting my breast. He hits himself in the face then stops moving altogether. Trey laughs then rub Caden's cheek. Caden wasn't even sucking. Trey squeezes his cheeks making him kick his feet.

"I'm not going to be touring and shit leaving the kids for days and weeks. Not being there for school shit. I want to be that dad. The one who knows all the teachers and coaches his son's basketball team. That's the dad I have always been in my head."

"Okay then get you an artist. But don't stop music. The songs that you came out with lately has really been amazing. I still want that. You can be dad and Trey Songz."

He rubs my side. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"Aye, bruh." Forrest says then walks back out the room. "Why aren't you covered?!"

I chuckle covering up. "Sorry, Forrester."

"Chris said y'all going out." Forrest says coming in the room.

"Oh." Trey says getting off the floor. "Yeah."

Forrest reaches out for Caden. "I'll take the pest."

"Don't call him that."

"Lane calls him the shitter."

"No he does not." I snap.

Forrest holds up on hand. "I swear to you not."

"So you lying?"

"Sure." Forrest says taking Caden.

"Oh burp him. Trey stopped him from feeding." I say straightening myself under the blanket.

Forrest hands Caden to Trey. "I don't know how to do that. He too small."

Trey flips Caden over in his arms making him face the floor. "I'm a pro at this shit."

"You not a..." I start. Caden burps. "Who taught you that?"

"Get off my back." Trey says giving Caden to Forrest. "Wife come."

  Trey

Cammie comes out of the closet holding up her shoes. "Do we have a lot of walking to do?"

"Come here, Jay."

"I'm going to wear my flat shoes."

"No." I say trying to get her to come to me. "Jay?"

She walks over to me examining the shoes. "I don't know where these shoes came from. Your mother must have been in my closet again. What did Kain want with you?"

"He wanted to know if I would give him $40,000."

"What?" she says lowering the shoes. "Who has that... I mean why the hell would you give him that amount of money? What he tryna do bail the who town out?"

I chuckle. "He wanted to get his homeboy out of jail. Yeah."

She stares at me. "And what did you say?"

"Jay, he wanted to know if I mind them coming here. He was saying that he knew you would say yes so he wanted to hear from me."

"Mommy didn't say that they were coming."

I rub her hips and ass. "He didn't tell her yet. He don't want her telling her friends. He thinks that is part of the reason their house keep getting broken into. He just gonna pack them up and drive here."

"That's gonna be a lot of people."

"They can stay at my place uptown."

She puts hed hands on her hips. "Why the fuck do you still have that?"

"Damn, for my other bitch." I say then quickly change it. "I haven't gotten around to getting it market ready."

"To sell it?"

"I got to paint, polish, replace shit, and some other things to get what I want for it. Aye, you remember that island we went to for our honeymoon?"

She puts her hands on her hips. "Wait so he didn't ask you for money?"

"No." I say kissing her stomach. "Jay, let's stay home."

"No." She spats moving away from me.

I sigh. "I tried. Jayla, I sold that spot on the island."

She shrugs. "It's just a place."

"Very true. I want to own a house in a foreign country."

"Tremaine?"

I run my hand up her thigh. She leans over kissing my lips. It almost paralysis me. I take my hand to her pussy pushing against her clit. She climbs on my lap still kissing me. It's one of those rare moments when Jayla is in control of everything. She loves watching me do all the work while she fantasizes or some shit. I bring her closer to me. She lifts up her body reaching inside my pants. I adjust my pants. She slides on my dick. I grab her sides pulling her to me more.

"Tremaine!"

"Hmm."

She pushes me back. "Get your fucking nails out my back. You being a bitch."

I run my hands down her body to her legs then let them flop on the bed as I lay back. She pulls on my pants a bit. I don't move to help her get them out of her way. I'm going to act dead. She leans towards me rubbing my chest with one hand. I watch her in a state of hypnosis. Her hair falls from where she had it neatly tucked.

"Your car is here!" someone says knocking.

It wakes me from my trance. Cammie was now sitting up straight circling her hips on mine. I sit up running one hand behind her back and grabbing the back of her neck with the other hand. I kiss her neck. She moans to my touch. I stand up while she continues to move then I turn around laying her on the bed. She wraps her legs around me. I bite on her neck and try to get her legs from around me. She was still moving her body at her own tempo. I grind against her trying to break her rhythm. She tenses up her body and screams. Fuck. I start kissing her lips. I lost. I had already busted by the time she let go of me.

"I fucking hate always gotdamn talking through a fucking door." April spats. "Are you fucking going or should I send this gotdamn car away?"

"Damn hold the fuck on." I snap.

Cammie pushes me off of her. "You had to fucking say it like that?"

"Did she?"

Cammie touches the side of my dick with her foot. "Maybe we should let the car go."

"You wanted to go out." I spat. "I already paid for the reservation. Why stay?"

"We can go." she shrugs. "I just thought I would pay some extra attention to you."

I frown looking at her foot on my dick. What the hell that means? I touch her foot. She was pressing it against my balls and that shit felt good. Go out to dinner or find out what Cammie paying me close attention means? She never fucking said that before. I jerk from the racing satisfaction she was causing. I rub on her calf then get closer to the bed. She moves her foot to my hip stopping me.

"You have to go pay the driver and cancel the reservations."

"I..." I look at my dick. "Do I have to?"

She sits up in the bed touching my side. "It's the right thing to do. I'm not going anywhere."

"I'm afraid of the moment leaving."

"It's not going anywhere either. Go ahead now." she says pushing me as if I were Lane.

I pick up my pants. She stands up off of the bed and walk away. I go to the door and open it. April was in the hall talking on the phone. She pauses like she had a problem with me. I make eye contact with her then walk away. I guess we beefing or some shit.

"Where is Cammie?" Amber asks as I walk out the front door.

"Where are you going?"

She shrugs a bit. "Me and MiMi just going to her aunt's house."

"Dressed like that?" I open my wallet. I give her the piece of paper. "Go to the dinner reservations I made."

"Why aren't you going? It was so cute seeing you about to go out. Are yall good?" she says not wanting to take the paper.

I give her a hundred dollar bill. "Here to pay for appetizers."

"Money." MiMi says taking it.

"They not going out." Amber says disappointed.

MiMi looks at the paper. "How come?"

I smirk. "We got better things to do."

"Oh really." MiMi says reaching her hand into my wallet. "Don't fucking be cheap. You were going to spend way more than $100 tonight."

"Well I guess if you not fighting." Amber shrugs.

"They fucking." MiMi says counting to see how much she took. "Ok, I'm happy. Be safe kids. Let's go Ambrosia."

Amber giggles walking down the steps. "We being hookers. We did not tell our men we were going to eat."

I walk back in the house. Lane was standing there looking at me with sleepy sad eyes. I close the door then take my shirt off. If he sees me undressing he will go on about his bisiness. I walk by him still standing there.

"You okay, Man?" I ask him.

"Where Mommy?" he asks.

I continue walking. "You didn't see her in the room."

"Mommy not in room."

"Did you check the bathroom? She must be in the bathroom.

Lane goes the other way. "Nanma?"

"Yes, baby." she says.

"Lane was looking for you." I say to no onw closing the door.

Cammie comes out the bathroom looking fucking delicious. "I was talking to that kid. Don't let him play with your mind. He asked where you was. I told him you were paying the car driver. He used the bathroom then he left."

I chuckle. "You look tasty."

"Come here let me make you look tasty."

"I don't want to look like you." I say walking to her.

She giggles. "I have this in blue. You sure?"

I kiss her titties. "Why make them look so good?"

"You can do what you want with them. If you don't mind a little milk."

"I don't fucking mind nothing that comes from you."

She takes my shirt off then unbuttons my pants. "You don't need nothing on to make you look tasty."

I step out of my clothes. "What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing." she says then kneels down until she level with my dick.

"I'll be quiet." I say turning my lips into my mouth.

She smiles at me then touch the tip of my dick to her closed lips. I smile back at her. It seem like time stopped and she was the only thing moving in slow motion. She sticks out her tongue gently brushes my head. I take a deep breath. She circles the tip the takes it into her mouth. I had to stop watching her show or I was going to bust. I close my eyes. Once again I feel her tongue on my dick. I was so tempted to open my eyes.

"Fuck." I hiss.

[deeahhnuh]

2018!!

I've done this year-in-review thing since 2007! 2007-2012 are over on my old LiveJournal, and 2013-on are right here on my Tumblr. :)

2019 is coming. What?!?!?

Happy almost New Year, Tumblr! :)

What did you do in 2018 that you'd never done before?

Huh... I don't think I actually did anything too different this year! Well, this review is off to a great start, lol!

Did you keep your New Years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

As usual, no real official resolutions - I like having little goals as the year goes along!

Did anyone close to you give birth?

Yes!! My cousin had a precious baby girl!!

Did anyone close to you die?

My grandmother - Ma - passed away in late November. It's difficult to articulate, mostly because I just can't quite comprehend it yet, how much I will miss her. Ma was the biggest, warmest presence in our family. All of my memories have at least some trace of Ma in them!

One memory that I've recalled a lot lately is of the times we played my Barbie board game, sometime in the late '90s. There were so many wonderful times, but those Barbie game nights with just us girls - Ma, my mom (her daughter), and me - were magical. I would set the game up on the dining room table at BaBa (my grandfather) and Ma's house and we would play and talk and laugh! Ma was in her early 70s then, but her peals of laughter and her face lit up with smiles gave me a glimpse into what she must have been like as a teenager.

That was Ma!! ❤️ She was always up for having fun, for reminiscing about funny memories, for enjoying life. Ma was there for every big event and for all the quiet moments, too. I feel incredibly fortunate to have had Ma for so long into my life. I love her, and I miss her.

What countries did you visit?

None! I really need to get out more, lol!

What would you like to have in 2019 that you lacked in 2018?

Of course there are things I'd like to have, do, and learn in the next year - but I'm happy to say I didn't really lack anything in 2018! :)

What date(s) from 2018 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

The end of November and beginning of December were marked by sadness and loss, but also with connection and love - my family really helped (and continue to help) one another through a hard time. I feel closer than ever to my fam. ❤️

What was your biggest achievement of the year?

Been a Registration Assistant for two years now, and I love it!! Less real-lifey, and actually very goofy - I hit (and passed) 10,000 scrobbles for the year. I haven't hit that kind of high number for a while, so... Achievement!

What was your biggest failure?

Didn't do anything too stupid this year, haha!

Did you suffer illness or injury?

No, yay!

What was the best thing you bought?

I love fragrances, so my fave purchase this year is, of course, a perfume! Calvin Klein Euphoria Amber Gold just smells soooo gooood. It's rich and sweet, kinda syrupy - really beautiful.

Whose behavior merited celebration?

My family. The mama, the dad, the bro - they are so awesome. We're always there for each other - I love them more than words can say!!! ❤️

Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?

No one really! I've been pretty even-tempered all year, haha!

Where did most of your money go?

Probably perfume, lol! But music is right up there, too. Maybe movies as well! Basically, entertainment!

What did you get really, really, really excited about?

Kylie's new album, Golden!! Actually, a few other music faves had new releases too, and I was hyped about them all - Richard Ashcroft (Natural Rebel), Florence + The Machine (High As Hope), Lykke Li (so sad so sexy), Emika (Falling in Love With Sadness), Sarah Brightman (Hymn), and Arctic Monkeys (Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino). Great music, all year long!

What song will always remind you of 2018?

List time!

"Dancing" by Kylie Minogue. Of course! My queen returned with a lovely album this year (see above!), but this seemingly simple first single had to grow on me. I say "seemingly simple" because at first listen, it is! Guitar, stripped-down beat - where's the glitter? It's in Kylie's voice, in how she declares with gusto: "When I go out, I wanna go out dancin'!" A quietly bombastic grower.

"Breathe" by Jax Jones. Catchy and bouncy!

"One Kiss" by Calvin Harris feat. Dua Lipa. Breezy fun!

"In My Mind" by Dynoro & Gigi D'Agostino. Hypnotic!

Compared to this time last year (2017), are you:

Doing really well, kinda like last year! :)

What do you wish you'd done more of?

Quoting last year's year in review: "wish I'd listened to more new albums, and not just compilations." But I loves my dance music comps so much! :O I really think I'll try to listen to more new music in the new year.

What do you wish you'd done less of?

Not to be too serious business, but doubting myself. I worry I'm not doing enough, or not doing it right, or could have done it better. I guess a little self doubt keeps you on your toes - keeps you challenging yourself - but I'm happy that as I've gotten older and a tad wiser, and gained more confidence in myself, these worries have lessened. So this year, I did doubt myself, but not as much as last year, or the year before. Here's to an even more confident 2019! ;)

How did you spend Christmas?

Fam, ham, and fun! :)

What was the most embarrassing thing that happened to you in 2018?

I managed to not embarrass myself all year, haha!

How many one-night stands?

None, lol

What was your favorite TV program?

Forever a fan of goofy cartoons!

Real Housewives! All of 'em are wonderful trash TV. :) (Gif source!)

And for no good reason I watched every season of Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job! on Hulu. Cracks me right up!!

How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2018?

Put-together and polished, I like to think!

What kept you sane?

Lots of music, movies, and TV. Always up for some entertainment!

Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?

Nah!

What was the best book you read in 2018?

Ooh, just got a New Year's Resolution for 2019 - read a book, lol.

What was your greatest musical discovery?

I rediscovered some old faves! "Love Today" by Mika has forever been pure joy, "You Can Dance" by Bryan Ferry can't be any smoother, "Spirits" by Jamie Woon stays majestic, "212" by Azealia Banks still slaps, "Reagan's Skeleton" by Yeasayer continues to be massive, and "Watch Out For This (Bumaye)" by Major Lazer is always a banger.

What did you want and get?

Lots of good things - I'm very fortunate!!

What did you want and not get?

Nothing! Like I said, fortunate. ❤️

What was your favorite film of this year?

I didn't see many movies released this year, but I did really like Ant-Man and the Wasp!

And A Quiet Place!

I also saw Midnight in Paris (2011) after years of meaning to - it's such a lovely film!

What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?

32! Little fun things - used CD shopping (a fave thing to do), movies, good meal...!

What three things would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

Can't ask for more!!

Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?

I've never watched American Horror Story because it seems pretty spoopy and I'm a wimp, but I was going around the channels and that guy who plays the Antichrist lol - Cody Fern - caught my eye. He fine!

What political issue stirred you the most?

There's something new stirring every day, ugh!

Who did you miss?

Ma. ❤️

What is a valuable life lesson you learned in 2018?

Family matters - not the TV show, although that's good too! I already knew this, but I really really felt it so much this year. ❤️

What quote can be used to sum up your year?

"When I go out, I wanna go out dancin'!" No matter what's going on, I want to try and have a good time and enjoy things! Here's to a 2019 full of goin' out and dancing! :)

[dawnquafam]

For the writer's ask, 6, 7, 13, 14, 15, 18, 25, 31, 33, 39, and 48. This is basically an interview, I'm curious and I also want to interact a bit. lol

Interviews are GREAT, I love answering a bunch of questions!!!

6.   Singleor multiple POV? – Multiple. I canbarely manage to write a one-shot with one POV. It’s… limiting. And hard. Iprefer jumping around.

7.   Standalone or series? – Standalone. Series are hard, man. You gottaspread the plot out and come up with a bunch more subplots, certain developmentsslow down, it gets harder to keep track of continuity… They have theirbenefits, absolutely, like torturing readers with cliffhangers, and as a reader/viewer I 100% prefer series, but as awriter. They be hard.

13.  Describe your writing process fromidea to polished. – Pfft,process. If it’s multi-chapter, I do a vague outline (and then the actual fic inevitably veers off-course). But mostly it’s just openup YouTube, pick a fanvid playlist, and write before I forget everything.(Writing typically happens from like 11pm-1am.) There are usually breaks to browse Tumblr or play games. I’ve been better about editinglately, especially with OM, HH, and HS, but mostly it’s just dump the thing onthe internet once I’m done glancing over it a couple times (and this usuallyhappens in the wee hours of the morning, so my brain and eyes aren’t reallygood at editing).

14.  How do you deal with self-doubts? – I think I just ignore them. Or stare at whateverI’m doubting until I go “Screw it” and post anyway. I’ve got mega socialanxiety, man, I doubt myself all the time, it’s just part of my being at this point. If I listened to it, I’d never post a thing

15.  How do you deal with writer’s block? – Tumblr. Solitaire. Some other phone game. Juststalling, really, if it’s just a bout of lost focus that last a few mins orhours. And if it’s long-term, well, I try searching for writing prompts, makingedits, or rereading my stuff or rewatching the movie/show the fic is based offof.

18.  If you could collaborate with anyone,who would it be, and what would you write about? – @my-glasses-are-dirty. Probs Tony and Peterangst, knowing us. Maybe Tony and Loki, or Peter and Loki, or all three.

25.  Favourite part of writing? – Getting validation. Um, depends onthe fic, I think. Sometimes it’s when I get to write characters cuddling (platonicsnuggles are my kryptonite). Sometimes it’s when they’re being badass.Sometimes it’s a kiss scene.

31.  Least favourite part of writing? – Actually writing. When I have an ideain my head but I can’t get the words right to do it justice. It’s so frustrating. There’s one speech at theend of OM that was all deep and emotional and I knew what I meant, but I couldn’t get the dang words to convey thatmessage at all. That scene got multiple rewrites over multiple days.

33.  Have you ever killed a main character?– HAHAHA abso-friggin-lutely. I’ve killed Tony,Peter P, Loki, Thor, Kirk, Steve… And in one of my book ideas, yes, I did killsomeone who was supposed to be a main character.

39.  Weirdest character concept you’veever had? – Oof, idk if I’ve ever had a really weirdcharacter concept… I mean Koba, the main character’s BFF in my Norse myths book,he’s an absolute dork with chaotic fashion tastes, but that’s about as weird asI’ve gotten, I think.

48.  What’s the most self-insertcharacter/scene you’ve ever written? – Nothing in fanfic, I think (though I do force my Star Trek preferences on characterslike Peter P even though canon has proven he’s a massive Star Wars nerd. Ijust. Never got into those movies). But in my books? Every single character isso obviously part me, be it the geekiness, preference for all-black outfits,love of space, whatever. They’re all pretty much some combo of me, one of my friends,and/or one of my fave characters.