#Just casual relationship advice from the last person who should be giving it.

[imagine-iron-fey]

Puck: What if I told you that Ash is a broken man? Ariella: I'd fix him. Puck: I wouldn't. I'd put him in a small box and shake it really hard. Ariella: So you'd break him more? Puck: Honey, have you met his family yet? The man couldn't get more broken if he tried. Believe you me.

[charlesslut16]

-maybe i should stop pretending...-

summary : you are in a relationship and give everything but your partner.... does not, so oscar is there...

PAIRINGS : oscar piastri x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none

note : I hope that you like this and that i did it right, i am so sorry that i forgot to post this, thank you so much for requesting @jude-duarte-wannabe ❤️❄️

masterlist ; DECEMBER MASTERLIST 24’ 

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It was the middle of December, and while most of the world was buzzing with the excitement of the holiday season, you found yourself feeling unusually distant from it all.

You had just finished wrapping your last batch of presents for your partner, making sure to pick out the most thoughtful, expensive gifts you could afford. After all, you were always the one putting in the effort. But this year, something felt... off.

Your partner was wonderful in their own way, but their lack of enthusiasm toward your relationship was becoming harder to ignore. You had been giving and giving, buying extravagant gifts, planning special dates, but the love and care were never quite returned. The effort you put into making everything perfect always seemed to go unnoticed, and it was beginning to wear you down.

At least you had Oscar.

Oscar Piastri, your best friend, the one person who had always been there for you. You and Oscar had been friends for years—there wasn’t a time in your life when he hadn’t been by your side, cheering you on, offering advice, and making you laugh when everything felt heavy. You were closer than close, sharing secrets, late-night conversations, and a bond that no one could break.

And yet, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different this year. Oscar had been quieter than usual, his usual teasing replaced with moments of awkward silence. You weren’t sure what it was, but it felt like there was something he wasn’t telling you.

Tonight, you had invited him over to help you decorate your apartment. The tree was up, the fairy lights twinkled around the windows, and the scent of gingerbread filled the air. It was supposed to be festive and fun, but the weight of your emotions was pressing down on you. You wanted everything to be perfect, but you couldn’t escape the gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Oscar, ever the good friend, was hanging ornaments on the tree, clearly trying his best to make light of the mood. He had his signature easygoing smile plastered on his face, but there was something in his eyes that made you wonder if he was feeling the same distance you were.

“So, what’s the plan for Christmas Eve?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder as you finished wrapping a gift.

“I’m spending it with my partner,” you replied, trying to keep your tone neutral. “You?”

“Same,” he answered, his voice a little too casual. You could tell he wasn’t really focused on the question. “You know, you’ve been running around, doing all this stuff for them,” he said, nudging you lightly. “I hope they’re at least appreciative.”

You blinked, surprised by the edge in his tone. “Of course they are,” you said, brushing it off, though you couldn’t ignore the tiny pang in your chest.

“Yeah,” Oscar said softly, his gaze shifting to the floor. “I hope so.”

The conversation lapsed into an awkward silence, and you couldn’t help but wonder if Oscar was picking up on something you hadn’t quite acknowledged yourself. Maybe it was just your overactive imagination, but you could feel the weight of something unspoken between you two.

As the evening went on, the apartment filled with the soft glow of candles and the hum of Christmas music. But no matter how hard you tried to focus on the joy of the season, you kept feeling that emptiness creep up again. It was hard to ignore how you were giving everything to a relationship that didn’t feel reciprocated, and how the one person who truly understood you was just a little too quiet.

Eventually, your partner arrived, a little later than you had expected. They didn’t seem to notice your quiet mood or the lack of enthusiasm in their own demeanor as they entered the room, offering you a half-hearted hug and a quick peck on the cheek.

“Hey,” they said, their tone flat. “Everything looks great. Thanks for all the hard work.”

You forced a smile, but inside, you couldn’t help but feel the distance growing between you. “Of course. I wanted it to be perfect.”

Oscar, noticing the shift in energy, excused himself to grab a drink from the kitchen. You tried to make small talk with your partner, but the conversation felt stiff, like you were both just going through the motions.

Then, a soft voice broke through the tension. Oscar was standing in the doorway, a mischievous grin on his face.

“Well, I think it’s time for the annual mistletoe kiss, don’t you?” he teased, pointing above your head where a sprig of mistletoe hung from the doorframe.

You blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

“Come on,” Oscar said, his smile widening. “You can’t skip out on tradition.”

You laughed awkwardly, but there was a nervous edge to it. You weren’t sure what it was about the mistletoe that suddenly made your heart race. Was it the alcohol in the air? The Christmas music? Or maybe it was just the fact that Oscar was standing so close, his blue eyes glinting with an emotion you couldn’t quite place.

Oscar stepped forward, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder as he bent down, his lips brushing against your cheek. It was a soft, tender gesture, a kiss that lingered just a little longer than usual. Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, you forgot everything else—the awkwardness, the distance between you and your partner, the emptiness you’d been feeling.

When Oscar pulled back, his expression softened, and you could see a flicker of something in his eyes. Something more than just friendship.

“Alright, alright, no need to make it weird,” he joked, breaking the tension. But there was a softness in his voice now, something that felt different.

As Oscar turned to leave, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something had just shifted between you. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your mind racing to process the kiss. It was just a silly tradition, right? Just a joke between friends. But why did it feel so different? And why did it feel like your heart was caught in a vice?

You stood there for a moment, trying to gather yourself. Your partner was talking to you, but you could barely hear their words. Instead, all you could think about was Oscar—the way his lips had brushed against yours, the softness of his touch, the unspoken tension that seemed to hang in the air.

And then, it hit you.

Oscar was in love with you. You’d never seen it before, never realized the depth of his feelings, but it was there, unmistakable in the way he had looked at you after the kiss. The way he had been there for you, time and time again, always putting you first.

But you weren’t sure if you were ready to acknowledge that truth—not with the relationship you were still trying to make work, not when you couldn’t even figure out what you truly wanted.

The rest of the night passed in a blur, but you couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss beneath the mistletoe, the one that had felt like it carried so much more meaning than you’d ever expected.

Maybe, just maybe, it was time to stop pretending.

[polyamoryfacts]

Do you feel it's fair if one partner asks the other to know if they are going to have sex with someone new before the sex happens?

I am very new to being in a poly relationship and when my partner came out to me I was positive about it. My only stipulations were that I wanted him to be safe, I didn't want anyone to get pregnant, and that if he met someone and it seemed they might start a sexual relationship that I would want to know before it happened and not after the fact. So that I had a moment to process and determine if it was something I'm truly okay with. It has served us well these last 4 years. He dated a few people and when it seemed things were serious we would talk about it, and then things would progress from there (though for one reason or another these relationships didn't pan out for him). Flash forward to this weekend, he's been talking to this person for awhile, even made a trip last year to visit her, and then he planned to visit her again. I was under the impression they were just friends, that they had similar interests and were both poly and that she had become sort of a mentor to my partner while he explored what it meant to be poly for him, but for the most part there was no attraction between them. This past weekend he went up to hang out with her and her other partners and when he came home he let it slip that they had sex. I was taken by surprise and more than a little upset that he didn't talk with me about it first. At no point when it seemed that they might engage in sex he didn't call or even shoot me a message along the lines of "I know we haven't talked about me entering a casual sex relationship with this person, how do you feel about it if we do?" which is really all I wanted.

Thinking about it I realize this line of thinking may have been ill fated from the start. I don't want to think of it as me "giving permission" for him to have sex or enter relationships but in some ways that's what it is. At the same time though when he first came out he's the one who said that I would always be the Primary and that him being poly wasn't about wanting casual sex but true relationships. And I'm left feeling incredibly hurt that when given the choice he decided in the end to follow his dick in the moment instead of thinking about how he should communicate his actions and intent first.

I guess what I'm asking is if our original agreement was fair or if we should have approached it differently? As someone in the lifestyle do you have advice on how we might approach things moving forward? I want to be a supportive partner and allow him the freedom to love who he wants but I also don't want to be a doormat that disregards my own thoughts and feelings to just make him happy. And if he's the one who agreed to my stipulations then how can we move forward from the fact that he disregarded them instead of coming to me and talking about how we can better approach things?

Sorry this got long and a bit ranty. I'm just looking for some outside perspective and appreciate your thoughts and opinions as someone also in the community.

So, I will try, and fail, to be extremely brief, because I am going to bed right now.

Disclaimer: in my relationships, I usually practice the information policy of "please tell me about sex if you can anticipate it, or after; at the latest, before it becomes relevant information for me (that is, for example, before I see the metamour in question next time, or we have sex, or other things)". And my partners had similar or compatible policies. This is a bit vague, and probably more permissive than what you would feel comfortable with. I just want you to know that's my jam, and I am giving my advice from that place.

Now, without furthering the ado, let's dive in.

I am concerned about the wording of the "let it slip" part. Like, was he hiding it, or what? Did he proactively disclose? Did you have to dig?

I kinda get what you are asking about the "fair" part, but I don't believe this is productive here. Or rather, I don't think evaluating the retrospective fairness of something that you both had already agreed on is productive. (On the other hand, it may have its place in a negotiation about future agreements. Like in a "I don't think it would be fair for us to have this arrangement" context.) Rather, the point is: you had an agreement, and he broke it. I think that fact is undeniable.

Now, does that mean you should break up with him? I don't know. I think it doesn't automatically have to, but I don't want to argue against it.

(not sure where to put this, but I will put it here: ideally, you would have re-negotiated this agreement after some time. Like, 4 years is a long time, and some of it overlaps with the plague, ie with a very stressful time for everyone. That said, neither of you did, so it should have been assumed to be in place.)

Did he have reasons? Maybe. (I am not saying they were good; just that they exist.) Have the two of you spoken about what happened, why it happened, and how much this has hurt you?

And, just as something to think about: why was it important to you to know beforehand? What would it have changed? Was the option of you saying "no, don't do this" maybe actually on the table? Would you have wanted to exercise it in this case?

You are talking about how you don't want to disregard your own thoughts and feelings, but I am having a hard time getting a read on what they actually are? Are you jealous? Angry? Grossed out? Feeling disregarded? Betrayed? Turned on? Sad? Relieved? (The one you bristled at is included for contrast.)

As for how to move on.... Honestly, I don't know. I haven't really been in this situation. I would start by identifying the feelings you have and talking about it with him. And then you sit together and think about how you can move on from the rift between you.

[mysterious8artist-swalf]

Abovetale Sans

“Navy”

He/him

Bisexual

28 years old

Personality: serious, bitter, always frown, barely to smile. However still care for people but it just hard to show emotion.

Hobbies: exercise, Running at morning, training, spending at grillby’s

Likes: drink beer (he know his limited), hotdogs, listen music, spend time with his family and friends, read books. Ketchup on anything food (he don’t drink whole of ketchup)

Dislikes: people take advantage of his brother, see people crying, let anyone down, failure, humans(pacifist- former), see alternate versions of himself.

Strongest: He can make good points to anymore, very loyal to his boss. His skills is martial art, and he use long double bones as weapon to fight the people with his own skills. He does have magics, most powerful and high rank. He work at NCIS (Naval Criminal Investigative Service), he does wear very fancy suits for his work, however when he get days off, he would wear casual clothes at his town.

Weakness: Keep fighting for long hours, cause to tired, Sans does not understand that why he always tired while he trained everyday. He too hard on himself and hard on others too. He is not really good at comfort but he does his best use advice from his brother.

Relationship

Papyrus: brother

He and papyrus used to closer when they was young, before their father passed away, Sans always tell good puns to his brother and make sure he laugh and smile. After father passed away, anything is big changed. Sans shows tough to his brother and push hard on him for not being softie to anyone. Sans has deeply feel bad for papyrus who tried do anything for his family and friends. Sans has worried about him, sans does not wish papyrus get heartbroken from someone who used papyrus.

Gaster: father

Sans loved his father very much and gaster loved his sons. Sans always look up at his father, and loved spend time with him. He was very heartbroken that he watch as hold his father’s hand and he passed away at the hospital.

Undyne: friend

Sans and Undyne are friend and sans knew about her, that his brother’s childhood best friend. However sans and Undyne not really know each other much.

Grillby: close friend

Sans always pay visit at Grillby’s. When sans get drink, and sans tell about his life and struggles to grillby, and grillby is really good listener to him. Sans and grillby always talk about their live, and sometimes tell puns.

The human: friend- pacifist

Sans realize that the human has spare him, and show him that not all humans is bad, and then sans has change a little, sans show care about the human and his family. Sans had to quit his job, and then get along with his brother and human to make new journey to travel the world.

Fun fact: he still love ketchups but rather put in foods. He got car license when he was 17 years old. He used to always drive to his brother’s school and pick up papyrus after school. He used to date two people but it not goes well. He loves go outside when it is rain. During battle-fight, He almost use bad word to the human, realize that the human is child, so he use “brat” instead.

He see alternate versions of himself as cousins but most hateful.

He wonder why there too many sanses who fights over pacifist and genocide, or positive and negative. He would like say if there no positive or no negative at all universe, it will be won’t exist. He believes all sanses should go back to their own universe and mind their own business. Navy sans is more neutral to all AUs.

Pacifist- the human never give up to spare sans until the human hit 1 hp, sans finally realized that human never use fight him. So sans quit fight, chose to spare the human and then drive the human to papyrus and sans’s home while raining. Sans is surprised that the human told him papyrus keep secret take care of the human from sans.

genocide- sans tell the human “ go to hell” as last word. Papyrus found out his brother is dead because of the human. Papyrus will be final boss. Papyrus is more powerful than sans but papyrus rather be chill guy.

[dreamgirlvibes]

Types of men to avoid? 🚩(advice for the girlies). 🫶

Alright, girlies, here’s the scoop on the types of men you should be dodging like a bad Wi-Fi signal:

1. The Gaslighter – If you’re constantly questioning your own reality or feeling like you're always in the wrong, run. No one needs that kind of mind game.

Example: You get into a small argument about something trivial, like him canceling plans last minute. He turns it around on you, saying, “You always overreact. I didn’t cancel, you’re just being dramatic. I don’t know why you can’t let things go.”

This guy makes you question your own feelings, reality, or memory. He’ll twist situations to make you feel crazy or insecure. Over time, you start doubting your instincts because he's so good at flipping the script.

2. The “Not Ready” Guy– He’s always “working on himself” or “not ready for anything serious.” News flash: if he’s been saying that for a year, he’s probably just not ready *for you*.

Example: You’ve been dating for months, and every time you bring up the future, he says, “I’m not ready for anything serious right now, but I’m having fun with you.” He might add, “I’m focusing on my career” or “I’ve been hurt before.”

This man keeps you around because he likes the attention or the companionship, but he’s never ready for a real commitment. It’s like he’s stuck in perpetual "casual" mode—don’t waste your time waiting for him to magically decide to change.

3. The Emotional Brick Wall– If opening up to him feels like talking to a brick wall, it’s time to bounce. You deserve someone who can actually talk about feelings, not just grunt and change the subject.

Example: You open up about something important, like feeling stressed at work or dealing with a personal issue. He either shuts down with one-word answers, like “That’s crazy,” or says, “You’ll be fine” and changes the topic to something trivial like sports or the latest meme.

This guy is emotionally unavailable. He’s not into sharing feelings or connecting on a deeper level, which makes you feel isolated and unsupported. Relationships need emotional depth—without it, you’re just coexisting.

4. The Jealous Control Freak– If he’s constantly checking your location, questioning your friends, or giving you side-eye every time you talk to someone, that’s not love, it’s insecurity. Run before you need a restraining order.

Example: You mention hanging out with a male friend from work, and suddenly he’s on your phone, demanding to know exactly what the conversation was about, who else was there, and why you weren’t home at 10 PM sharp. If you’re out with friends, he’ll text nonstop asking where you are or who you’re with.

This guy sees your independence as a threat. His jealousy can be disguised as “caring,” but it’s really about him trying to control where you go, who you talk to, and how you spend your time. It’s exhausting and suffocating, and it’ll only get worse.

5. The “I’m Fixed” Guy – If he’s got zero interest in growing, changing, or taking responsibility for his mess, he’s not a catch—he’s just a project. And no, you’re not his therapist.

Example: He’s been through a series of toxic relationships and has a ton of baggage, but when you try to talk about growth or therapy, he’s all like, “Nah, I’m fine. I don’t need help, I just need a woman who gets me.”

He’s convinced that he’s already healed or doesn’t need to work on himself. But he’s emotionally stuck, blaming his exes or the world for his problems. He’ll drag you into his mess and make you feel responsible for his emotional growth—or lack thereof.

6. The Ghoster – He’s hot one minute, gone the next. If he’s treating you like a Snapchat story—popping in and disappearing without a trace—it’s time to hit the delete button.

He disappears when things get a little serious or he gets bored, only to reappear when he wants attention. It’s a cycle of inconsistency that leaves you questioning your worth and wondering if you’re ever actually a priority in his life.

Example: He’s super hot and cold. One day, he’s sending you sweet texts and making plans for the weekend. The next, he’s gone without a trace for days. You text him asking what's up, and he replies with something vague like, “Sorry, been busy with life.”

💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

Bottom line: Don’t settle for someone who makes you feel anything less than valued and respected. Avoid guys who make you feel less than you deserve. A healthy relationship should feel secure, supportive, and balanced, not full of manipulation, confusion, or control. Don’t let anyone treat you as an afterthought—you deserve someone who’s genuinely in it for the long haul. You’re the prize, not the afterthought. 😘

[queerprayers]

any tips/advice for someone who is not catholic who wants to participate in lent? like how to choose what to give up etc?

Cheers to not letting Catholics have a monopoly on Lent, beloved! Last year I answered a similar ask that might be helpful. Here are the thoughts I have right now!

[CW: discussion of eating/fasting in italics] My most important note/disclaimer: Fasting is not for everyone. It is a beautiful tradition (for Catholics and non-Catholics) that can change people's lives, but if it's going to be a part of your practice, do it on purpose, knowing yourself. It inherently changes your relationship with food--and for people who have always had enough to eat, who have never struggled with disordered eating, who have never been seriously ill, there can be a solidarity and new perspective in fasting, in realizing how sensory experiences and comfort and mortality go together, how privileged you are to have the choice to go hungry. But for those who have struggled with food insecurity, or have lived through/live with eating disorders/disability/illness, or any other experience/relationship with food/the body that changes your perspective, fasting will often be a re-traumatizing or triggering practice that doesn't change your perspective so much as reinforce unhealthy ones. Something I think about: why fast if you cannot feast? Lenten fasting brings us to Easter feasting--if that's not accessible to you, if that wouldn't be joyful or affordable or healthy, fasting probably isn't either. Okay, all that said:

There is so much diversity in what a Lenten practice can look like, and I can't tell you what will be most meaningful for you, but I'll give you some ideas and some questions that have been helpful for me to ask myself! Lent existed way before the Catholic/Protestant divide, and exists among so many diverse communities, and there is a path here for you if you want one.

"Giving up something" is the most common language used for Lent--fasting technically refers to anything abstained from--and generally that's really useful! Jesus's forty days in the wilderness was time that he had nothing but God, and during Lent we can get closer to that experience. I give things up not as punishment or a test of self-control (those ideas trigger unhealthy behavior patterns for me), but as a letting go of something that is in my life but doesn't need to be, and may deserve reconsidering. Sometimes it's a bad habit, but sometimes it's just a conscious allowing of my life to grow simultaneously smaller and bigger. There is space for grief during Lent, but we're not just making ourselves feel bad--I've never found forced emotions to be spiritually helpful. Emotions come and go--we're doing this on purpose, and whatever we feel about it, we make space for that.

Ideas of things to give up:

eating out/getting coffee/buying drinks/little treats

impulse buying/nonessentials (you could pick a category, like clothes, or go all out)

alcohol/drugs/smoking (if this would be starting a recovery journey, I am not the person to ask for advice on that but please do seek help)

social media (you could choose one app to give up, or set time limits--it doesn't have to be all or nothing)

scrolling-on-your-phone time before bed/another time when you get sucked in

another form of casual entertainment (like TV/video games--again, you can limit this rather than cutting it out)

sexual activity (I talked about this here)

makeup/other appearance-related thing (I must confess I have considered doing this and always chickened out. I know that's because it would force me to rethink too many things, which is a probably a sign I should do it one of these years.)

a social habit, like gossiping or getting into arguments online

overscheduling/not having rest days (this is often unavoidable, but rest is necessary and holy, and perhaps this is the season for sacrifice in honor of rest)

single-use plastics/another environmental choice

Note: I don't think any of these things are inherently bad things. This is a list of things we can change/investigate our relationship with or have a season without them as a distraction, not things I think we shouldn't be doing or we should feel bad about.

One of the most important things I've realized is that so often I have given something up and not done anything about it. Like I didn't watch TV for forty days and was mad about it and then Lent was over and I watched TV again. Perhaps this strengthened my self-discipline, or made my life better in a way known only to God, but ultimately nothing happened. I didn't consciously do anything else, I didn't learn anything.

Now, when I give up something, I purposely do something with whatever space it leaves. If I'm not watching TV, what am I going to do when I would usually watch TV? Am I gonna pray? go to bed earlier? call my grandmother? Am I gonna cancel my Netflix subscription for a couple months and donate that saved money? Or maybe I'm gonna give up watching mindless TV, and find stories that resonate and make me think. Don't give things up to check a box, but to reexamine your relationship with them, make everyday things sacred, fill the space/time/money/energy you now have with God, and ultimately to set this time apart.

The other way of looking at Lent practices is things you can add. Often, as I mentioned, they go together--you can pair up something you're no longer buying with somewhere to donate to, or give up an activity and replace it with a new one. I always caution against Lent-as-self-improvement--obviously I can support improving our habits, but I've seen too many people use Lent to restart their new year's workout plans, and while exercise can be a way to care for ourselves, if new year's and Lent are treated the exact same way, what's different about this season? What makes this Lent?

One of the questions I've been asking myself recently is: What are you gonna do about it? When I'm investigating a belief, or learning something new, or reframing an old thought process, I ask myself: What am I gonna do about it? Lent is a path to Holy Week--something I and many others commemorate as the week when God was put on trial and literally killed. I genuinely believe God died and was resurrected--how does this affect my life? Believing something like that and not letting it change you is, to me, inauthentic. When I'm considering a belief, I think, if this were true, how would it change me? Would it lead me to Love? Lent (and Christianity itself) over and over asks us to do something about what we say we believe. Faith without works is dead--and faith is a work, something I do.

It's almost Lent, which is preparation for the Resurrection, which fundamentally changes our understanding of what it means to be alive--so what are you gonna do about it? Not because doing something will make God love you more or make you a "better person," or even because you'll succeed or change your life, but because how can we not? We are of course welcome at Easter having done nothing, but I can't imagine knowing what's coming and not letting it change me.

Ideas of things to add to our lives:

start a prayer/Bible routine--I can now wholeheartedly recommend (as a Protestant who connects with ancient traditions but not always Catholicism) Phyllis Tickle's Divine Hours books! For Bible study, I like The Bible Project's videos.

read a book--it can be anything that connects you with God! (I had a lovely experience with Lenten Lord of the Rings last year, and this year I'm properly going through the Quran)

pick a subject to research (theological or anything else)

start to attend worship services or commit to attending more--this could include going to several different places if you don't currently belong to a church

research places to volunteer for or donate to

do something politically active, like calling your representatives, researching the next local election, or attending a protest

donate to the next [insert number here] posts you see online requesting mutual aid

start a physical practice like taking a walk or stretching

write a letter or call someone regularly, especially with people you've been wanting to connect with more or have unresolved conflict with

start/commit to more regular therapy/other health treatment

ask for help--maybe you're the one who needs mutual aid, or reaching out to, or support cleaning your house or with your kids. there is no shame in this.

These are all obviously things we can be doing year round, and certainly we can use Lent as a season to start something we want to keep with us! I'd also encourage us to have something that's only present during Lent, or something that we do more or in a different way.

You asked how to choose, and I don't have a one sentence answer to that (...obviously), but perhaps in these days before Lent you can look at your routine/habits, the places where God is present, the things you do to distract yourself from life (not a crime--just something to be mindful of), and you can see where Lent might be able to come in and change you. The thing that's nagging at you that you know might be helpful, the thing you're not in control of and just do, the time you take up or the money you spend that might not be bad but also doesn't lead you anywhere. We can't expect every aspect of our lives to be purposeful and present, or to be continuously improving ourselves (in fact, that sounds terribly stressful and unsustainable)--but we can look around us. We can have a season that looks different because everyone I've ever known has a brain that craves ritual in some way--and either we do it on purpose, or we fall into it. Do something (or don't do something) a little more on purpose this season.

Another think to think about is what Sundays will look like for you--the "forty days" don't count them. There's no fasting on Sundays--my mom says every Sunday is a little Easter. "Sundays in Lent" is such an interesting concept because it's very much Lent, but the rhythm of our weeks breaks through. When I give up soda, I'll have one as a celebration on Sundays, but a prayer/reading practice I'll continue through. It's up to you and depends on what your rhythm/habits ask of you.

Ultimately, let God interrupt you. Let Them seep in the cracks of everything you do and let go of. To be loved is to be changed. Even the smallest thing--like wearing a cross necklace every day--can cause our lives to be filled with noticing God's presence. I keep saying to do this on purpose, but know that I find Them much more often by accident.

And an obligatory note: starting Lent late, stopping your practice halfway through, not meeting a goal, whatever comes up--Easter still comes for you. Lent is for paying attention, for making space, not for perfection.

I also want to add that while a lot of Lenten practices (including most I've mentioned here) tend to be personal, ultimately what is asked of us is interpersonal. We make space in our life and be more present in the name of Love--which we cannot do alone. If a practice is not specifically about other people (like volunteering/donating), ask yourself how it will serve the ways you love others? This isn't a trick question, just something to think about. Personally, my study of the Quran this season will connect me with my Muslim siblings through time and enable me to more fully love the Muslims around me, and my rhythm of the divine hours will connect me with the wider Christian community and center me as I go about my day, allowing me to be more present in my relationships.

Easter comes whether we're ready or not--and I don't think we can be ready. But we can look at the small parts of ourselves, set this time apart, see what we can change our relationship with, and perhaps when Easter comes, we will every year have come that much closer to understanding what it means to live out the resurrection by honoring the death that came first.

Wishing you a blessed almost-Lent, and praying for you and your practice (as well as all those reading this)!

<3 Johanna

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hi 💓 I love your writing for serena in that last prompt! May I request a Jenny Humphrey x gn! reader-near s3 where they’re relationship is completely secret (from all the characters and family like rufus dan except maybe eric) because they need to be - bc of either readers identity or reputation or a dark secret between them (not exactly yandere but scandalous)

And this is a personal I love all your writing 🎊

aw thank you so much 🥰 this is more fluffier than anything else but if you ever want something darker or angstier in the future just lemme know! I really hope you like it <3

The Right Person (Jenny Humphrey x gn reader)

Warnings: mentions of sex, the reader was a past drug dealer, kind of a forbidden relationship between the reader and Jenny, brief mentions of drugging, implied/offscreen smut, some slight canon divergence (the reader rescues Jenny from the bar instead of Nate and Jenny loses her virginity to the reader instead of Chuck), they/them pronouns are used in a gender neutral way to refer to the reader

When Serena told Jenny she should wait and give her virginity to someone who really cared about her, she took it to heart. At first she thought Damien would be the perfect person, but then she found someone even better: you.

Despite being an ex-drug dealer yourself, Jenny never judged you for it like most other people did. She saw you for who you truly were, which was a good person who'd fallen into some bad habits.

You were there for her when she broke up with Damien, and you were also there when Agnes drugged her and dumped her off at that bar. Even in her dazed state, even in a crowd full of unfamiliar people, she still saw you, and she trusted you out of everyone.

That trust was not something you took lightly. She expected you to keep her safe, which is exactly what you did. You took her home, helped her get changed, held her hair back while she puked, and comforted her when she began to cry.

To say she was touched by your kindness was an understatement. Jenny wasn't used to people who actually wanted her without getting anything out of it, but you did. It made having to sneak around with you after that even more difficult in her eyes.

Sure, it was certainly easier to let people think she'd slept with Damien since people already knew about them being together rather than introducing you into the mix. Even if you weren't a drug dealer anymore, she knew Rufus and Dan still wouldn't approve.

But part of her so desperately wanted to tell her family, to prove them wrong, to show them you were a good person, even if she knew that would raise more questions that she didn't want to have to answer.

You were one of the only people who knew she hadn't lost her virginity yet, and when you told her it didn't change the way you saw her or who you viewed her as her affection for you only grew even stronger. She had to tell someone, and that someone ended up being Eric. She knew she could trust him to keep a secret.

"I have to tell you something," she began nervously one day when they were hanging out togehter. "And you have to promise not to tell anyone, okay?"

Naturally he was confused, but her firm insistence let him know that this was obviously something important. "Yeah, of course. What's up?"

She explained her relationship with you and the way she felt, and even though she was worried about what he might say she also knew he would never judge her, just like you. He was quiet for a moment once she'd finished, contemplating what she'd just confessed to him before finally asking, "Do you love them?"

Immediately she nodded her head. "I- I do. I really want to be with them. And... I think I want them to be the person I finally give my virginity to."

"Then you should tell them how you feel," he replied casually, as if it were really that simple. Still, it was worth a shot, so she decided to take his advice.

You were a bit surprised when she called to tell you there was something you needed to discuss, but you invited her over regardless, knowing it must be important. The door to your place had just barely been opened when she spoke.

"I want it to be you," she blurted out instantly before quickly rushing to correct herself. "I mean, I want you to be the one who- who, um-"

"Hey," you said in a calm and soothing voice as you reached for her, gently leading her inside as you shut the door. "Take a deep breath, and tell me what's on your mind."

She did as you said, inhaling deeply before letting out a sigh. "I- I want- I want you to be the one who I give my virginity to." She confessed, her cheeks heating up slightly as she spoke.

You were taken back for sure, but you understood where she was coming from. To the best of your knowledge, you were the only person who actually made Jenny feel like she was worth something, like she mattered.

"If that's what you want," you responded softly, your hand still holding hers from when you first let her in. "But I think we should take things slow, okay? I mean, we haven't even had our first kiss yet. And there's nothing wrong with waiting."

She almost wanted to scream at you in frustration, but she knew you were right, and you'd only said that because you wanted her to have the time to think over her decision before finalizing it. Unlike everyone else, you weren't trying to reprimand her for her choice, nor were you treating her like a child. That was one thing she always loved about you.

Although she was a bit reluctant at first to wait, it ended up being one of the best things she ever did, because she got to know you more in the meantime. When you first kissed, you were so sweet and gentle, and you always made sure she was okay with you touching her before doing so.

Despite being nervous for her first time having sex, you laid everything out for her perfectly, telling her that she could stop at any time and that everything was going to be done at her pace. That night was amazing, and when she woke up the next morning to find herself still in your arms that was the happiest she'd ever been.

It was then she knew you were the right person and you always had been, regardless of what her family thought. If they did get mad at her when they found out, so what? They didn't know what this kind of love felt like, and besides that you'd been there when she needed someone, which was more than they could ever say.

"Breakfast?" You asked once you woke up and saw her staring at you, assuming she must be hungry.

"Please," she muttered back, though her arms wrapped around you a bit tighter when you got up to leave the bed. "Stay with me for a little first?"

"Anything for you, sweetheart," you muttered softly before giving her an affectionate kiss on the head, her eyes fluttering shut in a different kind of bliss than the one she'd felt the night before.

You were definitely the right person for her, and this only confirmed it. She could never imagine being with anyone else after you.

End notes: I really don't know if this is any good or not if it completely sucks I'm sorry 😭 I can always do a part two where her family finds out about the relationship if you want though

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PROVE THY LEGACY: CHAPTER FOUR

ORIGINALLY POSTED ON AO3

Synopsis: It's the Attitude Era and Kiran Smith has been training her whole life to be a star and prove that women aren't just pretty faces. Immediately, she faces push back and is forced to job. She finds an ally in Chyna who trains her, eventually inviting her into Degeneration X where Kiran finds her place. However, the excess of the Attitude Era begins to slowly poison everything Kiran has worked so hard for…

Ships: Shawn Michaels/OC, Stephanie McMahon/Triple H

CHAPTER SYNOPSIS: The day after Survivor Series 97. Kiran gets a warning from the Boss. The women's locker room discuss the rumors surrounding Kiran's relationship with Shawn Michaels. Kiran shares a secret with Shawn she's never told anyone and Bret Hart gives her some parting advice about trusting Shawn.

Content Warning: Discussions of intersexuality (and the stuff that come along with it such as surgical corrections, infertility, anatomy (not in depth but warning just in case)

The day after Survivor Series felt like stepping into a completely different world. 

Conversations died the second the wrong person walked into the room. Some wrestlers buried themselves in their routines, pretending it never happened. Others whispered in corners, heads tilted, voices hushed. The air was thick, too thick, like the entire locker room was waiting for something to explode. 

Kiran wasn’t sure where she stood yet. 

But she knew one thing: she was standing in the middle of it. 

Right in the eye of the storm and she didn’t know if she would walk out of it alive.  

She had barely been in the building for an hour when the message came. 

“The Boss wants to see you.” 

Of course, he did. 

She didn’t ask why. She just started walking. Through the hallways that felt different now, past the crew members whose eyes flickered toward her before quickly looking away. People weren’t sure what to make of her. Whether or not she had wanted it, she had been part of something bigger than her last night. She was aligned now. With what, she didn’t know. 

But everything felt colder. 

When she reached the office, the door was already cracked open. A bad sign. 

She stepped in. 

The room smelled like cigars, expensive cologne, and power. His kind of power. The Boss was leaned back in his chair, hands folded over his stomach, completely at ease. A man with nothing to fear. Because he didn’t have to fear anyone. 

"Ah, Kiran." His voice was too casual, too comfortable. "Have a seat." 

She hesitated for only a second. Don’t mess with the Boss. She sat. 

His eyes studied her, like a puzzle piece he was deciding where to place. 

"You must have some questions," he said, the hint of amusement in his tone almost daring her to ask them. 

Yes. A thousand. 

What the hell happened last night?  Did Bret know?  Was this planned the whole time?  Did Shawn know? 

But she wasn’t stupid enough to ask. Instead, she kept her face neutral. 

"Should I have questions?" 

A flicker of approval crossed his face. Like she had just passed a test. 

“I like that,” he said, nodding. "You’re learning fast about what it takes to be here." 

Her stomach twisted, but she didn’t let it show. 

The Boss leaned forward slightly. His voice was even, steady, filled with something that felt too much like a warning. "Do you still want to be taken seriously in this business, Kiran?" 

Her hands curled into fists in her lap. He already knew the answer. He just wanted her to say it. To prove a point. 

She nodded, careful and slow. 

"Then take last night as a lesson." 

He leaned back again, completely at ease. Like he hadn’t orchestrated an entire man’s downfall on live TV. Like the fallout of what happened wasn’t still echoing through the building. 

"You’re exactly where you need to be," he continued. "Stick with DX. Keep close to Shawn. You two work well together, great chemistry." 

Kiran clenched her jaw. This wasn’t about answering her questions. This wasn’t about justifying what happened. 

It was about control. 

It was about reminding her what was at stake. 

DX gave her security. Shawn, despite all the complications of last night, had put her over with the fans. It wasn’t the career path she had dreamed of, but she was on her way up. And if she wanted to stay up, she couldn’t push too hard. Not now. 

Going against the grain right now would be career suicide. 

So, she swallowed the bitter taste in her throat. Forced herself to nod. 

The Boss smiled. A slow, smug, calculated smile. 

"Good girl." 

Oh, she hated that. 

Kiran forced herself to stand, her face blank as she turned and walked out of the office. 

The second the door shut behind her, she exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over her face. 

That sick feeling in her gut hadn’t gone away. 

If anything, it was worse now. 

The locker room wasn’t quiet. 

It was catty as hell and Kiran hadn’t even stepped inside, but she could hear the voices before she went in. 

“Of course, our new favourite troublemaker gets herself in the middle of everything,” Sunny’s voice carried as her words were laced with that saccharine venom that she had mastered, “Shawn Michaels’ new little pet. She’s not even a real wrestler yet, and yet she gets more attention than anyone. 

Kiran exhaled, so this was how things were going to go today. 

She stepped inside.  

The conversation didn’t stop, in fact it just got worse. A few of the women turned their heads in her direction, but no one had the grace to look embarrassed about the fact that they’d just been talking about her. 

Not Chyna and not Jacqueline. Chyna wasn’t jumping to defend her but she sure as hell wasn’t joining as she leaned against the lockers with her arms cross with an unreadable expression. Jacqueline was getting ready for her match today, unimpressed by the conversation. She didn’t look at Kiran like she was a joke but didn’t fight her battles for her. 

In contrast, there was Sunny.  Perfect, blonde, grinning like a cat who’d just sunk its claws into something bloody. 

“Speak of the devil,” she crooned, tilting her head. “And here she is. WWF’s new favorite little pet.” 

Kiran’s fists curled. Oh, for fuck’s sake. Sunny was trying to bait her into reacting but Kiran refused to play these games so she strode on through, not acknowledging Sunny’s existence.  

That wouldn’t do in Sunny’s eyes. “Oh, nothing to say?” Sunny mused, pouting. “I guess when your boyfriend fights all your battles for you, you don’t really have to.” 

Chyna finally spoke up, “Knock it off.” 

Sunny ignored her. 

“Or is it true?” Sunny went on, sweet as sugar. “The rumour going around? That you and Shawn have been real close lately?” 

A few of the women exchanged glances. Some looked curious. Others just looked like they wanted to see blood. 

Jacqueline made a sound in the back of her throat. “What a dumbass thing to talk about.” 

Sunny shrugged. “Oh, I don’t know, Jackie. Seems like something worth talking about. Everyone’s been wondering. All that time together, all that chemistry in the ring, and then last night, poof. She vanishes backstage with him before anyone can say a word.” 

Kiran turned around. Sharp, controlled and meeting Sunny head on.  

“Oh, Sunny...” She said, leaning against her locker, “Are you jealous? I mean I know you guys were a thing once upon a time...” 

Sunny’s smirk faltered.  

That was all Kiran needed. 

 “This whole ‘mean girl’ thing is cute, but let’s be real. You wouldn’t be talking about me so much if I wasn’t living in your head rent-free.” 

Kiran could see Sunny’s mask slipping from her. The way her fingers tightened on the fabric of her top, the way her lips pressed together just for a moment before she recovered.  

“Aren’t you adorable,” Sunny cooed, but there was fire underneath it all, “Let’s see how cute you are when Shawn gets tired of you, just like he got tired of me,”  

The locker room was dead silent. Chyna straightened up from where she had been leaning against the lockers. Jacqueline scoffed, shaking her head like she’d had enough of this nonsense. 

Sunny wanted her rattled. 

And Kiran was not about to give her the satisfaction. 

Instead, she exhaled, rolling her shoulders like this was just another Tuesday. 

“Guess we’ll find out, won’t we?” 

Sunny let out a huff of laughter, shaking her head, grabbing her bag from the bench as she turned for the door. 

“Enjoy it while it lasts,” she tossed over her shoulder. 

Kiran waited until she was gone before exhaling, tension finally leaving her shoulders. 

When the locker room finally settled, when the other women had turned away, Chyna finally spoke. 

“Is it true?” 

Kiran froze. 

“Is what true?” 

“You and Shawn?” 

And like that, Kiran motioned to the door as the two of them stepped outside, Chyna’s eyes not leaving Kiran as she walked out with her. They walked down the hallway for a few moments before Kiran began to talk. 

“...Shawn kissed me last night,” 

Chyna stopped mid step, “What? 

Kiran sighed, rubbing her temples as they walked further away from the locker room and away from prying eyes and ears. Especially Sunny...or anyone from DX, “Yeah...I mean, I don’t know what happened Chy...After everything, it just happened,” 

Chyna gave her one pointed look, “Just happened? How does Shawn kissing you just happen?” 

Kiran threw her hands. They stopped in an empty hallway as Kiran looked around before talking in a hushed voice, “Look, one minute, he’s dragging me backstage and the next thing, we are alone in a locker room,” She exhaled as she shook her head, trying to forget what his lips felt like on hers, “It was in the heat of the moment...I don’t know,” 

Chyna studied her, trying to figure something out.  

“And?” 

Kiran blinked, “And what?” 

Chyna crossed her arms and leaning in, “What are you going to do about it?” 

Kiran scoffed, a hand running through her hair, “I don’t know! I mean, it’s Shawn Michaels of all people...I haven’t even seen him since last night,”  

Chyna let out a low chuckle. “Yeah, he’s got a habit of throwing people off balance.” 

Kiran let out a groan, rubbing her face. “I can’t believe this. I can’t believe I’m even talking about this right now. The Screwjob happened last night, and somehow my biggest problem today is the fact that Shawn fucking Michaels kissed me.” 

Chyna gave her a side-eye as if she knew something that Kiran didn’t know already.  

“Sounds like you liked it.” 

Kiran snapped her head toward her, eyes wide. “I didn’t say that.” 

“You didn’t have to,” Chyna smirked. 

Kiran groaned again, muttering curses under her breath. “I don’t know what to do.” 

Chyna shrugged, like the answer was obvious. “Then don’t do anything. Not yet.” 

Kiran frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

Chyna sighed, stopping at a quiet corner of the hallway. “Look, you’re already in deep with DX. You’ve got the locker room whispering, and The Boss is watching you closer than ever. The last thing you need is getting tangled up in that mess with him. Let...whatever it is that’s going on run its course.” 

Kiran pressed her lips together.  

Chyna wasn’t wrong. 

And yet... 

She could still feel the moment from last night. The way his hand curled around her wrist, the way his lips had pressed against hers. She didn’t even know if she had kissed him back. It had been too fast, too chaotic, too much. 

She didn’t even know what he thought about it. 

Kiran leaned against the wall, closing her eyes for a second. “Yeah. You’re right.” 

Chyna let out a low chuckle, but her expression softened just slightly. “Just be careful, Kiran. Whatever this is, if it’s anything, make sure it’s something you actually want.” 

That was the problem. 

She didn’t know what she wanted.  

Not yet, anyway. 

Kiran and Chyna made their way to where DX would normally be found, in a particular locker room. Kiran heard the laughter before she even got close. It was the usual scene but there was a certain dread she felt approaching as they walked into the room. The group barely acknowledged their arrival. Hunter was seated on the couch, kicking his feet up on the table as he laughed at whatever joke Billy and Road Dogg were cracking. X-Pac was in the corner rummaging through his bag. It was business as usual. 

Except for Shawn. 

He was leaning against the lockers, arms crossed, looking too relaxed. But Kiran could feel it, the tension humming beneath his cool exterior. Their eyes met for a fraction of a second, and something flickered there. Recognition. A silent acknowledgment of last night. 

Kiran looked away. She couldn’t look at him. Not yet. 

“Well, well,” Hunter greeted finally, “Missed all the fun, ladies,” 

Chyna rolled her eyes, taking a seat on one of the benches, “Hardly. Telling the same stories isn’t fun,” 

Billy Gunn grinned, chucking an empty can at her, “You love it, don’t lie,” 

Chyna caught the can and chucked it back at him, “Hardly,”��

Kiran forced a smirk, moving into the space next to Chyna but as soon as she passed Shawn, she felt him shift. It was subtle; his arm brushing against hers ever so slightly, but enough to send her nerves into overdrive. 

He did that on purpose. 

Her jaw clenched, but she kept her face neutral, refusing to let it show. If Shawn wanted to play it cool, so would she. 

“So,” Road Dogg looked at Kiran and Chyna, “What’s the latest? The women’s locker room as catty as ever?” 

Kiran shook her head, “Same old same old. Sunny’s running her mouth...” 

“Unsurprising,” Hunter said, “She always believes her importance in other people’s lives is more important than it actually is,” 

“What is she saying now,” X-Pac asked. 

Kiran leaned back, “Same old shit. I don’t belong here. I’m just a valet and not a proper wrestler,” 

For the first time since she walked in, Shawn spoke.  

“Let me guess; she’s also saying you and I are screwing?” 

The entire room went quiet for a second. 

Kiran tensed, her pulse spiking as she glanced at him. He was smirking; that smirk, the one that could mean anything and everything at once. The one that made her want to punch him in the face and maybe something else she didn’t want to think about. 

Billy let out a low whistle. “Well, damn.” 

“Didn’t even try to deny it,” Road Dogg chuckled, clearly entertained. 

Kiran shot Shawn a look, her patience thinning. “Thanks for that, Shawn.” 

“What?” He shrugged; way too pleased with himself. “Just saying, that sounds like the kind of thing Sunny would say.” 

“And it isn’t true, so I don’t know why you needed to bring it up,” Kiran’s voice was pointed. 

Hunter groaned, rubbing his face, “If you two are going to flirt, can you do it in private? I don’t want to hear about either of your sex lives,”  

“We are not flirting!”  

Kiran was livid. She shot up from her seat, but no one took her seriously. The New Age Outlaws were just laughing at her embarrassment alongside X-Pac. Chyna was hiding her laugh behind her hand and Hunter even started laughing 

Shawn just looked at her and smiled. 

Kiran hated that it made her stomach do flips.  

For once, DX weren’t hitting the bar that night.  

But Kiran found herself pacing outside Shawn’s hotel room for what reason, she didn’t know.  

She needed answers but she wasn’t ready for whatever version of him she was about to get. Cocky, smug, dismissive… or something else. Something she didn’t have the energy for tonight. 

But she needed answers, so she knocked on the door. There was a pause before she heard movement from inside, the dull sound of footsteps against carpet. Then, the door swung open, and there he was shirtless, wearing nothing but sweatpants, his hair still damp from a shower. He looked… annoyingly good. Relaxed. Like the weight of the world wasn’t sitting on his shoulders. 

Like last night hadn’t just happened. 

“For goodness' sake, Shawn,” Kiran said looking at the ground, “Would it kill you to put on a shirt?” 

Shawn smirked, leaning against the doorframe, completely unbothered by her exasperation. “Sweetheart, if you came all this way just to admire the view, you could’ve at least brought me a drink first.” 

Kiran already regretted this. 

“That’s not why I'm here!” 

Before Shawn could reply to that, she shoved past him into his room without an invitation. The air inside was warm, carrying the scent of hotel soap and whatever cologne he used. She ignored it, crossing her arms as she turned to face him. 

“Last night,” she said, getting straight to the point. “I need to know the truth.” 

The smirk on Shawn’s face wavered just slightly. Just for a second. Then, he shut the door and turned to her, arms crossed. 

“You’re going to have to be specific. A lot happened last night,” 

She had to will herself into not making her face go red as she remembered the feeling of his lips against hers. 

Focus Kiran.  

“Survivor Series. Your match with Bret,” She clarified. 

Shawn let out a breath, rubbing the back of his neck like she was already exhausting him. “Kiran-” 

“No bullshit, Shawn,” she cut him off. “Just tell me the truth.” 

He sighed, dropping his hands and leaning against the dresser. “Look, this business isn’t about telling the whole truth. You should know that by now.” 

“That’s not an answer.” 

“It’s the only one you’re getting.” 

Kiran felt heat crawl up her spine, frustration bubbling beneath her skin. She knew he wasn’t stupid. She knew he wasn’t blind to what had happened. And yet, here he was, acting like it was all just another match. 

She took a step forward, voice lowering. “So, you did know.” 

Shawn’s expression didn’t change but his posturing did, “I didn’t say that. Ki, I’m just as much in the dark as you are. You were never supposed to be part of this rivalry,” 

“Nothing to do with me?” She scoffed. “I was there, Shawn. I watched it happen. I was ringside when they screwed Bret over, and you’re telling me I should just pretend like it wasn’t a setup?” 

Shawn’s lips pressed together. His silence was damning. 

Kiran let out a slow breath, shaking her head. “Jesus Christ.” 

Shawn finally pushed himself off the dresser, stepping toward her. “What do you want me to say?” 

“The truth,” she snapped. 

Shawn tilted his head, studying her for a long moment. Then, with a sigh, he muttered, “Bret made his bed.” 

Kiran’s stomach twisted. 

“That’s it?” she asked, voice quieter now. “That’s all you have to say?” 

Shawn shrugged. “This is the business. People get screwed all the time.” 

Kiran stared at him. She had known he could be an asshole. She had known he wasn’t always the most decent person in the locker room. But this? This was something else. 

“You really don’t give a damn, do you?” 

Shawn held her gaze. “Not when it comes to him.” 

And Kiran hated that. She knew they hated each other. She knew that this was more than wrestling. This was two men that despised each other, and Kiran hasn’t wanted to be part of that but...she was. She could never take that back. She didn’t know what to say. She turned away from him because she just couldn’t look at him anymore. 

“What about that kiss?” She asked 

Ah yes. Shawn looked as if he would much rather be talking about. 

“Oh, Ki,” he said, his voice dropping into something along the side of amusement, “Poor you; was the memory keeping you up all night,” 

Kiran clenched her jaw, whipping around to face him again. “Don’t do that.” 

“Do what?” 

“Deflect.” 

Shawn sighed, running a hand through his damp hair before sitting down on the edge of the bed, legs spread, elbows resting on his knees. He looked up at her, expression unreadable, but there was something in his eyes. Something that wasn’t quite smug, wasn’t quite serious. 

“What do you want me to say?” he asked. 

Kiran crossed her arms. “Why did you do it?” 

For the first time since she stepped into the room, Shawn didn’t have an immediate response. He looked at her, really looked at her, then exhaled through his nose, shaking his head slightly. 

“Because I wanted to,” he finally admitted. 

It wasn’t the answer she has expected. It was honest which threw her off entirely because getting him to be honest was a task in itself.  

She swallowed. “You were high.” 

He smirked. “And?” 

“And that means it didn’t mean anything.” 

Shawn’s smirk didn’t fade, but it did shift. Just a little. Just enough to make her feel unsteady. 

“You sure about that?” he asked. 

Kiran hated the way her stomach twisted at that. She shook her head, taking a step back. “This is insane.” 

Shawn leaned back on his hands, watching her, completely relaxed. “Then why are you still here?” 

This was the problem. She didn’t really know why she was there. Why did she come back. Was it Survivor Series or was it...something else? 

But before she could answer that, Shawn spoke up again.  

“Tell me something I don’t already know about you?” 

Kiran froze confused. 

“What?” 

“I still know very little about you, Ki,” 

Kiran narrowed her eyes. “That’s not the conversation we were having.” 

Shawn tilted his head, watching her like he was studying something he couldn’t quite figure out. “Maybe not,” he admitted, “but humour me.” 

Kiran exhaled sharply, crossing her arms even tighter against her chest. “Why?” 

Shawn shrugged. “Because I like knowing things.” 

Kiran scoffed. “Yeah, you’ve said that before.” 

“And I meant it.” Shawn leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “Come on, give me something. Something no one else knows.” 

She hesitated, her fingers tightening where they rested against her arms. Kiran exhaled slowly, looking away. He was still watching her, waiting. She hated that he had this effect on her—that he could twist the conversation into something she wasn’t prepared for. 

Her fingers curled at her sides. 

Fine. 

“I’m intersex,” she said, voice even. 

She couldn’t look at Shawn. She didn’t know what even possessed her to tell him that. She never told anyone. Her family were the only people that knew. Her father always told her not to tell others if she wanted to be liked as if something like that was such a deal breaker, but she really did internalise it. She had spent her whole life keeping that part of herself hidden. She had never told anyone in this business. She knew what the locker room was like, knew how people whispered, how they turned on you the second they sensed something different. 

She had no idea why she was saying it now. 

But Shawn didn’t flinch. He didn’t crack a joke. He didn’t pull away or look at her any differently. 

He just sat there; eyes sharp with curiosity. 

“Okay,” he said, like it was the simplest thing in the world. “So, what does that mean?” 

Kiran blinked, caught off guard. He wasn’t making it into a joke. He wasn’t laughing at her.  

He was listening.  

She let go of the breath she was holding and sat down next to him, leaving a bit of space between them.  

“I...I was born...different from other little girls,” She had never had to explain this to anyone in her life and she didn’t know how to begin, “More testosterone, no ovaries, indistinguishable genitals. I had to get surgery when I was a baby to look more...normal,” She hated that word. Normal.  

Shawn nodded, slow and thoughtful. He wasn’t staring at her like she was a puzzle to be solved, or some shocking anomaly—he was just absorbing it, like she had told him something as simple as her favourite colour. 

“Damn,” he muttered, leaning back against the wall. “They really decided all that for you before you even knew, huh?” 

Kiran swallowed. “Yeah.” 

Shawn let out a low whistle, shaking his head. “That’s messed up.” 

Kiran let out a breathy, almost disbelieving chuckle. “You’re telling me.” 

For a moment, there was silence between them. Not uncomfortable, not heavy—just quiet. 

Kiran had spent her whole life fearing this exact moment. The moment someone looked at her differently, the moment someone pulled away, the moment someone made her feel like she wasn’t a real woman. Her father told her that most men would pull away from her as soon as she told them. 

But Shawn hadn’t done any of that. 

He just accepted it. 

“Anyone else know?” 

She hesitated before shaking her head. “No one here.” 

Shawn hummed, nodding again like he understood. “Well, secret’s safe with me.” 

Kiran turned her head toward him, searching his expression for any cracks, any sign that he was humouring her or holding something back. But all she saw was honesty. 

And she didn’t know what the hell to do with that. 

“…Thanks,” she said, and for once, she meant it. 

She needed a drink.  

Shawn had left her with much more questions than answers. Not just about Survivor Series, but about...everything. He listened to her. He accepted her secret without so much as a flinch and yet, Kiran would have preferred if he had reacted badly because that would have been a lot easier to process than...whatever this was. Kiran made her way to the bar, ordering whiskey neat, something sharp to ground her. She took a seat at the far end, not wanting to be noticed, not wanting to have another conversation with anyone tonight. 

And then, she saw them. 

Owen Hart was the first to catch her eye. He was seated at the bar just a few stools down, nursing a drink of his own. His posture was relaxed, but there was something tense about his expression, like his mind was elsewhere, like the weight of what had happened last night hadn’t left his shoulders. 

Kiran barely had time to decide whether to acknowledge him before she noticed Bret. 

Bret Hart was sitting further down, his back mostly to her, speaking lowly to Owen, his fingers curled tightly around his glass. 

Kiran’s stomach twisted. 

She wasn’t sure why she felt like she’d been caught, but she did. She hadn’t done anything wrong, she hadn’t even known what was going to happen last night, but guilt still gnawed at the edges of her mind. She had been ringside. She had been part of it. 

As she turned back to the bar to enjoy her drink in peace, she felt the presence of of someone getting off their chair and getting closer. Kiran pretended she didn’t notice...until they spoke.  

"Didn't think we'd see you here,"  

It was Owen Hart. 

His tone wasn’t sharp, but it wasn’t exactly welcoming either. Just neutral. Maybe even a little tired. 

Kiran turned slightly, gripping her glass as she looked at him. “Didn’t think I’d be here either.” 

Owen studied her for a moment before sitting in the stool next to her, then let out a soft breath, shaking his head. “Hell of a night last night.” 

Kiran let out a dry chuckle. “Yeah. Something like that.” 

She expected Owen to leave it at that, maybe turn back to Bret and let her drink in peace. But instead, he swirled the liquid in his glass, glancing at her again. 

"You knew, didn’t you?" he asked. 

Kiran stiffened. She had seen it coming, but it still hit her like a slap. 

“No,” she said firmly, turning to face him fully. “I didn’t.” 

Owen’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes searched hers, trying to gauge if she was lying. Whatever he found there must have been convincing because he gave a small nod. "Figures. You didn’t look like someone in on it." 

Then, there was the presence of someone else next to her.  

Bret Hart. 

But he didn’t sat down. He didn’t look at her with the same neutrality that Owen did. His gaze was heavier, sharper, carrying something that made Kiran’s stomach turn. 

"You don’t need to be here," Bret said. 

Kiran’s jaw tightened. "Didn’t come looking for you," she said evenly. "Just needed a drink." 

Bret nodded, like he could believe that, but there was still something scrutinizing in his gaze. He studied her like he was trying to figure out if she was worth talking to. 

"You’re young," he finally said, voice lower now. "Still figuring out where you stand in all this." 

Kiran scoffed, shaking her head, “I know where I stand,” 

Bret tilted his head. "Do you?" 

That shut her up. 

Bret exhaled through his nose, shaking his head slightly. "Look, I get it. It’s easy to think that what happened last night is just business. That it’s just how this company works. But that’s exactly how they want you to think." 

Kiran didn’t respond. She didn’t really know how to.  

“Do you honestly think they care about you?” Bret continued, “That he cares about you?” 

Kiran knew who he was talking about. It was made damn crystal clear. 

“Shawn’s not-” 

“Shawn doesn’t care about you the way you think he does,” Bret cut her off, “Do you think he’s different because he bats his eyes at you. He’s waiting to use you like he does to everyone else,” 

Kiran stiffened. 

He didn’t know Shawn. Bret only saw the bad sides. He didn’t see the Shawn that listened to her life story earlier. Bret didn’t see what Shawn was like when the two of them were alone. He only saw the arrogant cocky Shawn. She saw someone different. 

That scared her. 

She didn’t saw anything due to that realisation. 

The hesitation was enough. Bret immediately continued. 

Bret sighed, leaning back in his chair. "I’ve been in this business long enough to know how it chews people up. You still have time to figure out what kind of wrestler you’re gonna be. What kind of person you’re gonna be." 

Kiran swallowed hard, forcing herself to meet his gaze. "And what if I don’t want your advice?" 

Bret shrugged. "Then I’ll stop talking." 

Owen sighed, taking another sip of his drink. "Look, Kiran," he said, gentler than Bret. "No one’s saying you’re a bad person. Just… be careful. The Boss doesn’t protect people like you. And Shawn? He only looks out for himself." 

Kiran felt something twist in her gut, but she refused to let it show. She wasn’t some rookie who needed to be warned. She could handle herself. 

But...something about his words stuck to her.  

[putschki1969]

【2023 LAST】 I Wanted the Final Video to be a Conversation

Hello, this is Hikaru. Thank you for watching! This time, as this is the last video of 2023, I wanted to feel connected with everyone so I asked you submit questions and messages on Instagram. This is a video that answers your questions! Once again, it is a laid-back and casual video 🍀 I've answered all the questions except those that I can't answer on my own! The video ended up being over 50 minutes 😂 Please kill time during the New Year holidays 🙇‍♀️If you have any video suggestions, please leave them in the comment section📝

I loved this so here are some of my highlights┗(•ˇ_ˇ•)―→

What do you do to take care of your throat and vocal health? She always carries lozenges with her and uses a face mask all-year round

Do you take voice training lessons? From time to time, yes. But those lessons are extremely expensive so she can't afford them too often

Please share an episode with Keiko that left a lasting impression! Hikaru gets asked this question a couple of times but she doesn't really come up with any specific story or anecdote. She does however say that being able to perform together again has been really special this year. She also emphasises how Keiko is like a sister to her, a precious senpai/nakama she looks up to.

Any tips on how to distinguish Hikaru's voice from the other two in Kalafina songs with harmony? Hikaru can't really give any advice because for her, her own voice is obviously most noticeable. She asks all fans who listen to a lot of Kalafina to provide some suggestions in the comment section. [LOL, I am surprised there are still so many people who struggle with this]

Any fan messages that have left a lasting impression? Hikaru makes sure to read every letter, message and comment. They all mean a lot to her. But sometimes someone will tell her something along the lines of Hikaru's music having changed their life and of course Hikaru can't help but be incredibly moved by a sentiment like that.

Something she always pays attention to when singing? Never neglect your emotions, they should always shine through.

Are you in love right now? Hikaru obviously thinks that's a decidedly private question but kudos to her for even including it in the video. She wonders if anyone else aside from the person who sent the question would actually want to know about this. In her mind, the person is probably in the minority so she tells people to leave a comment if they really want to know about her love life. Also, she feels like no matter how she answers that question, people would start worrying about her and she would rather not have that happen.

How to take care of your physical health? Exercise to some extent, stick to a balanced diet with lots of protein, do a lot of strength training to build muscle.

Any overseas food that left a lasting impression? Not particularly but she enjoys trying local items at Starbucks or McDonald's whenever she is in another country

What's your ideal type? What stuff did you fight about in previous relationships? Another question about her love life but since it's not really about her current relationship status she tries to answer some of it. Her ideal type is someone who truly values their family and takes care of them. As for fights, Hikaru is a bit vague here on whether this refers to actual past romantic relationships or just all relationships in general but basically, she is not the type to have emotional outbursts or anything so she doesn't really "fight" with people. It depends on someone's definition of a fight though. For her that's everything that can't be resolved through a civil discussion and she personally never lets it get that far.

Will Hikaru do any anisong covers on her YouTube channel? Hikaru struggles with rights and licenses so it's hard to find songs she can sing on her channel but if she does, she will give it a try

What is your ambition for next year? Hold a solo live in a bigger venue.

What are your thoughts on Kalafina's current situation? Wakana, Keiko and herself are all pursuing a solo career so she would be happy if everyone listened to their music and continued to support them [very neutral but precious answer]

I love Keiko! What should I do? Hikaru is a bit baffled that she would get a question like that. She then goes off on a tangent about the difference between "ai" and "koi". The person asking the question is using the word "ai" to describe their love for Keiko but in Hikaru's opinion, "ai" is probably not the correct term here because if you are worrying about what the other person thinks of you and wonder how you should act, it's more likely a case of "koi" instead of "ai" (with "koi" being more frequently used for romantic love whereas "ai" usually refers to a more general concept of love). As for what that person should do, they should definitely support Keiko's activities.

Please share an interesting anecdote from Kaji.Fes? She thought it was special that she got the chance to change her outfit for the final song (into the world) even though ever performer was supposed to only have one outfit. Then, at the after party she was fortunate enough to be seated close to Yuki Kajiura on her table which is how she ended up drinking a bit of alcohol even though she never ever drinks. That was a fun experiences.

Will you be eating mucchan manju in Fukuoka? [This is a local snack in Fukuoka, Wakana has been doing a lot of promotion for it, it's that thingy she eat in Kalafina's 10th Anniversary Live] Hikaru hopes she has time to eat it

Hikaru's Appearance at "26 Hours Music Champ 2023 Winter" Event

Broadcast date : 12/29 20:00 – 12/30 22:00 Platform: Music Champ

Hikaru's part aired on 12/30 (Sat) 16:00-17:00. She had a special Talk Session and then performed at the "SPECIAL DREAM LIVE 2023 Winter" LIVE🎤airing from 17:00 to 21:00 Official HP: http://music-champ.com/26h-winter Line-up/Schedule :https://www.music-champ.com/26h-winter/26h

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[bubbleonice]

Soulmate reading for Henry Cavill

As you all might know, whilst we might have one twinflame, we can have many soulmates. Soulmates don’t neccesarily have to be a lover, it can be a friend, a mentor, a pet, etc. Just wanted to calrify this before I head on to the reading😁

So here we go.

Henry seems to have 4 different soulmates. One who he is connected to through casual flirting. One who is a love connection. One who is not seeing too often and the last one is an ex, someone from his past.

Lets start with number 1:

I dream about you a lot, too much. This is a person who appears in his mind more than they should. He thinks about this person quite often. The energy between them is very lighthearted.

Flirt: they tend to flirt spontanously when together.

Unexpected outcome: things did not go how they planned. Maybe they lost contact, or maybe they did not work out when they wanted to. But something definetely did not work out.

Pay attention to the red flags: eventhough they have a good time their connection is somewhat unhealthy. There are some warning signs that cannot be ignored.

The fool:

This is a connection where you have to weigh the options and the risks.

Number 2:

I just want you all the time: this is a person whom he is passionate about

Give your relationship a chance: this is a relationship worth working on.

Irreplacable: this is quite self explanatory. This person is in Henry’s eyes irreplacable.

Unconditional love: the love between them is eternal. It’s true love.

Queen of swords: this is a person with unbiased judgement and clear boundaries. This person is independent, reasonable, and reliable. While they follow their head over their heart, they are not heartless. If you are friends with this person, don’t expect them to always agree with you.

For physical characteristics, the Queen of Swords as a person represents someone who is disciplined when it comes to taking care of themselves. They take a very practical approach to their physical appearance. This person spends reasonably on clothes, accessories, food, and health-related memberships. If they feel like they’re not benefiting from a gym membership, or not using it frequently enough, they will let go of it.

Aesthetically, they might prefer a timeless and classic look. Because of their impeccable manners, they always dress appropriately for any occasion. Their style is effortless but always on point.

Number 3:

There is someone else: this is a person who has a good eye on Henry but he does not feel the same way back. Though the connection between them is good, he has to choose to set up his boundaries as well as push this person aside for a while.

Seperation: they are apart.

Reminiscing: Henry do miss their inside jokes.

Difficulties: they are best friends but jealousy from others may serve as obstacles to the success of this connection. It can either be someone being jealous of the connection ir this soulmate being jealous of his other connections.

Page of swords: this person does represent some bad qualities though. Deception, manipulation, all talk, devious, gossip.

Number 4:

Wrongful advice: sometimes a soulmate is not someone whi just blindly support you, it can be someone who is teaching you a lesson. This connection looks like it.

Release your ex: this is a toxic energy from an ex that needs to be released.

Forgivesness: Henry might be struggling to put some of the issues from this connection completely behind him.

Make the effort: make the effort to move forward. That’s what he needs to do.

The emperor: this is the energy of someone very stern, in control and disiplined. Their main trait is orderliness. someone who has a very commanding presence. They don’t have to be tall, large, or physically buff. They can be petite and dainty, but something about their aura can be very dominant.

Hope you enjoyed this soulmate reading. 🙏🏻🙏🏻

I hope you enjoy this reading. And please keep in mind that this is done for entertainment purposes only. I use tarotcards and oracle cards actively in my readings, as well as my intuition. Energies come and go, what is relevant for today’s reading might change in a few weeks time. But some aspects will always remain constant and the same. Thank you.❤️

[livingfictionsystem]

So, my adhd/autistic freind has a grandmother with NPD who was extremely abusive towards her family, but i’m worried about my friends ableism towards other people with npd. she’s not met very many but she’s under the very common impression that everyone with npd is an abuser and an asshole, and idk if should get involved because her family was so hurt by someone with npd, but at the same time i’m worried about the way she’d behave if she met another person with npd in the future. do you have any advice?

Oooof.

Sparrow here. I'm sorry about your friend's family, sounds like some real generational trauma going on there.

Anecdotal storytime, sorry if this is rambly.

I did, a couple years ago, have a pretty big grudge against Borderline folks. My most recent abuser, Rowan, had borderline. We were on a pedestal, yknow, until we weren't. Same with my cohost's ex, AJ. A shitty ex-metamor of mine has BPD. I was straight up sick of pwBPD.

I know a lot about psychology but even I had this unfair anecdotal stereotype of someone locking themselves in the bathroom and hating you/needing you until you were stressed enough to give them what they wanted.

I knew *I* had some kinda serious disorder and was looking into bipolar when the highly ironic suggestion of Borderline hit me right in the face. And I mean I was TEXTBOOK, still am. I was in denial for a WHILE. The last thing I wanted was to see any reflection of my abuser in me. And people around me didn't really disparage NPD because they already had Xanthe's glittery, spotlight-hogging, self-aggrandizing self and thought they were p cool, but even people I was close with would take jabs at Bordies and I'd laugh along with them. I kept doing intense research just to prove it wrong in me and ended up proving it more and more right.

Then finally, I saw some positive examples. One of my besties in the outerworld has Borderline. Bojack Horseman, of all things, really helped me accept it in myself. I joined some online support groups. I see how loving we are, how creative, how most of us make fun of our own mood swings and our sui-ideation. How protective we are, how our impulsivity ends up with some really cool experiences and connections.

Now I've accepted it. But it would've been a lot harder of a road if I didn't have positive examples. And yknow Borderline is p much a half sibling to Narcissism.

Xanthe and Jasper were my great examples of NPD. Their hyper-independence, how that manipulative side can be used to talk friends out of spirals or abusive relationships, how they make sure everyone who benefits them has some sort of give-and-take even if they have to pull strings to do it, the intense insecurity and self-loathing under the arrogant facade. And omg are they masters at social chess, which is awesome when my tactless ass is floundering in turmoil and people wanna cancel me by proxy.

It's really only gonna be positive rep that does it for some people. Maybe your friend has a fave character that actually fits the NPD profile. (Alastor from Hazbin gives me NPD vibes p hard tbh.) Tons of creatives have it, like literally being self-absorbed is part of being famous lol. If you've got good examples to work with, it becomes a Lot easier.

Even better if you've got someone willing to poke fun at their disorder and educate. I can also always drop more NPD stories/memes/resources for you to have in your arsenal. And even just educating about other traumagenic disorders like BPD and DID and stuff may help other disorders by proxy, the same logic does apply.

But your friend may never accept it. And that would suck. But people want to blame a set of stereotypes rather than the casual cruelty of the universe. It's up to you whether that becomes a topic that you two just can't talk about or if it ends a friendship tbh.

But yeah sorry for the ramble, I hoped the more raw experience might help the perspective. Lmk if you have any specific scenarios or anything!

-Sparrow 🧷

[astra-business-centre-calgary]

5 Smart Tips for Networking in a Calgary Coworking Space

Working from a coworking space has become increasingly popular in Calgary, especially among entrepreneurs, freelancers, startups, and even small business teams. The flexible layout, modern amenities, and collaborative energy make these spaces ideal not just for productivity—but also for building professional relationships.

If you’re working in a Calgary business centre or coworking environment and want to make the most of your time there, networking should be one of your top priorities. Not only can networking lead to new business opportunities, but it can also help you feel more connected, inspired, and motivated throughout your workday.

Here are five smart (and easy) networking tips to help you thrive in any coworking space in Calgary.

1. Start with a Friendly Introduction

It may seem obvious, but a simple “hello” can go a long way in a coworking space. Whether you're setting up in a shared hot desk area or grabbing coffee in the lounge, taking the time to introduce yourself is a natural way to break the ice.

You don’t have to deliver a rehearsed elevator pitch every time. Instead, keep it casual. Mention your name, the kind of work you do, and ask the other person a little about themselves. People in coworking spaces are usually open to conversations—after all, that’s one of the reasons they’re not working from home.

Tip: If you're new to the space, ask others about their favorite spots to work, where to get lunch nearby, or tips on using the meeting rooms. These types of questions can spark a deeper conversation without feeling forced.

2. Engage in Community Events and Workshops

Most coworking spaces in Calgary regularly host events, meetups, or workshops that are designed to bring the community together. These can range from professional development seminars and business boot camps to casual social hours and wellness activities.

Participating in these events is one of the most effective ways to network. You’ll meet people from different industries, exchange ideas, and learn about potential collaborations or service exchanges.

If your Calgary business centre hosts any member-exclusive networking mixers or lunch-and-learn sessions, take full advantage of them. Even if the topic isn’t directly related to your field, the exposure to new perspectives is worth it—and you never know who you might meet.

Tip: Don’t forget to follow up with people you meet. A quick LinkedIn connection or email the next day can help keep the conversation going.

3. Use Common Areas Intentionally

The lounge areas, kitchens, and communal tables in a coworking space are perfect spots for spontaneous networking. While it’s tempting to plug in and keep your head down, spending time in these shared spaces allows for natural conversations to happen.

Take your lunch break in the common area or grab a seat near the coffee machine for a few minutes each morning. You might find yourself chatting with someone who shares your interests, industry, or business goals.

Creating daily habits in shared areas builds familiarity. Over time, you’ll start recognizing faces, names, and businesses—which makes starting a conversation even easier.

Tip: Avoid using headphones in shared spaces unless necessary. Being approachable helps others feel more comfortable starting a conversation with you.

4. Offer Help and Share Knowledge

One of the best ways to build genuine relationships in a coworking space is to be generous with your time, knowledge, or skills. If you hear someone discussing a challenge you’ve faced before, don’t be shy about offering advice or a resource that helped you.

People remember those who are helpful. Even a small act—like recommending a tool you use, offering a second opinion, or volunteering to connect someone with a contact—can leave a lasting impression.

In a coworking space in Calgary, the community thrives on give-and-take. Collaboration is often more valuable than competition, and being a resource for others can position you as a trusted and respected member of the space.

Tip: You don’t need to go overboard. A friendly, low-pressure offer of help shows you’re engaged and approachable.

5. Create Opportunities to Connect

Sometimes, the best networking happens when you take initiative. If you don’t see any upcoming events on the coworking calendar, consider organizing something yourself. This could be as simple as a group lunch, a coffee break, or a “show and tell” session where members can present what they’re working on.

These informal gatherings offer a chance for deeper conversations and often lead to stronger, more lasting connections.

If you're not ready to host an event, try suggesting a group chat for professionals in your industry or proposing a book club or monthly brainstorming session. The goal is to create low-pressure opportunities for members to connect and share.

Tip: Keep it inclusive and casual. The more comfortable people feel, the more open they’ll be to building relationships.

Bonus Tip: Be Consistent and Patient

Building a network in a coworking space doesn’t happen overnight. It requires consistency, effort, and authenticity. Don't worry if you don't make instant connections. The more time you spend in the space, the more natural your interactions will become.

Say hello to the same people each day. Remember names. Follow up on previous conversations. Small actions add up, and over time, your presence in the community will grow stronger.

Tip: If your schedule allows, try working from the same area a few days a week. Familiarity breeds connection.

Why Networking in a Coworking Space Matters

Networking is often associated with traditional events, business cards, and formal settings. But coworking spaces offer something much more organic. Here, networking happens in real time—during coffee breaks, hallway chats, or while working side by side with others.

For freelancers and solo entrepreneurs, this sense of community can be especially valuable. It reduces isolation, sparks creativity, and opens doors to collaboration. For startups and small businesses, networking can lead to partnerships, referrals, and growth opportunities.

The diverse range of professionals working in a Calgary business centre or coworking space in Calgary makes it easy to find people with complementary skills or shared goals. Whether you're looking for a graphic designer, a marketing expert, or a fellow tech enthusiast, chances are they’re only a few desks away.

Creating Long-Term Value Through Networking

When done right, networking in a coworking space isn’t just about business—it’s about building meaningful professional relationships that support your growth. The people you meet today might become your future collaborators, clients, or even friends.

By taking a proactive yet relaxed approach, you can turn everyday interactions into valuable connections. Remember, it’s not just about what others can do for you, but also what you can bring to the table.

Be respectful, be open, and be yourself. Coworking spaces were designed with community in mind—so tap into that potential.

Final Thoughts

Coworking spaces are more than just a place to work—they’re a place to connect. By following these five smart tips—starting conversations, attending events, using common areas wisely, offering help, and creating new opportunities—you can build a strong, supportive network in your local coworking community.

Whether you’re launching a startup, freelancing full time, or growing your business, the connections you make can play a significant role in your professional journey.

If you’re looking for a place that supports collaboration, creativity, and connection, consider joining Astra Business Centre Calgary. With its welcoming environment and modern facilities, it’s the perfect spot to grow your network and your business—all under one roof.

Astra Business Centre Calgary 638 11 Ave SW #200, Calgary, AB T2R 0E2, Canada (587) 327–7272 https://astrayyc.ca/

[rebl0g4myfics]

FAMILY REUNION & LOVE LETTERS

Administrative segregation came with limited privileges, but apparently, the guards decided that while you awaited transfer, you could use the cafeteria during off-hours when the general population was elsewhere. Safety protocols dictated you shouldn't interact with the male inmates, but Fox River was understaffed and overcrowded. Corners were being cut.

You sat alone at a table in the far corner, pushing the mysterious meat substitute around your tray without appetite. The withdrawal symptoms had begun to subside, but your body still felt foreign to you—hollowed out and aching. Three days in Fox River and already time had lost all meaning.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice someone approaching until a shadow fell across your tray.

"Hey there, *mamacita*," came a cheerful voice with a distinctive Puerto Rican accent.

Your head snapped up to see a man with a friendly face and bright eyes sliding onto the bench across from you. He wore the same prison blues as every other inmate, but somehow managed to make them look almost stylish.

"Who the hell are you?" you asked, immediately on guard. Your experience with men over the past year had taught you caution.

"Fernando Sucre," he said, extending his hand across the table. "But everyone just calls me Sucre."

You cocked an eyebrow, hesitating before finally accepting his handshake. His grip was firm but not threatening.

"Y/N," you replied simply, not bothering with your last name. If he knew Michael, he'd know it anyway.

"Yeah, I know who you are," Sucre confirmed with a nod and a smile. "You're Fish's sister."

"Fish?"

"Your brother," Sucre clarified. "Michael. That's what they call him in here—Fish. New guy, you know?"

You didn't return his smile. "Are you supposed to be talking to me? I thought they kept male and female prisoners separated."

Sucre glanced around casually, then leaned in. "Technically, yes. But the COs in this shift don't care much as long as we don't cause trouble. And I've been on my best behavior." He flashed another disarming smile.

"What do you want?" you asked bluntly.

Sucre raised his hands in a placating gesture. "Just being friendly, that's all. Your brother's my cellmate. Good guy. He mentioned he saw you in the yard."

Something in his expression made you think there was more to it than simple friendliness, but you couldn't place what it was.

"Look," Sucre continued, lowering his voice, "I could actually use some help. Woman's opinion, you know? I've been writing to my girl, Maricruz, and I want to make sure I'm saying the right things."

"You want relationship advice? From me?" You couldn't help the incredulous laugh that escaped. "Trust me, I'm the last person who should be giving relationship advice."

"Not advice exactly," Sucre persisted. "Just... a woman's perspective. Michael says you were studying literature before... well, before."

The mention of your abandoned education stung, but you were more surprised that Michael had been talking about you at all.

Before you could respond, you noticed a hush falling over the cafeteria. Looking up, you saw why. Michael himself was threading his way through the tables, heading directly toward you.

Your breath caught. In the yard, you'd seen him from a distance. Now, as he approached, you could fully take in how much he'd changed. The Michael you remembered had been clean-cut, with neatly styled hair and tailored clothes. This Michael was lean and hard, his head shaved to reveal elaborate tattoos that snaked up his neck and behind his ears. His prison uniform hung slightly loose on his frame, but he carried himself with a quiet confidence that was new.

But it wasn't just Michael who had changed. As his eyes swept over you, you saw the flash of recognition followed by shock and concern. You knew what he was seeing—the sharp angles of your collarbones visible above the neckline of your uniform, the dark circles under your eyes, your once-blonde hair now dyed a dull brown. The past year had worn away at you, stripping you down like water over stone.

"Y/N," Michael said, his voice softer than you remembered. He stood uncertainly at the edge of the table, as if waiting for permission to sit.

"Michael," you replied, proud that your voice didn't waver. "You've redecorated." You gestured vaguely at his tattoos.

A small smile touched his lips. "Something like that." He glanced at Sucre. "I see you've met my cellmate."

"Just now," you confirmed. "He wants me to help him write love letters."

Sucre grinned, unemburrassed. "Not just any love letters—*perfecto* love letters. Maricruz deserves the best."

Michael hesitated, then slid onto the bench beside Sucre, facing you. "How are they treating you?" he asked, his eyes scanning your face with the same analytical precision you remembered from childhood—the look that had always made you feel like he could see right through you.

"Like a misplaced piece of paperwork they don't want to deal with," you answered honestly. "I'm supposed to be transferred to the women's facility soon."

"Good," Michael nodded, though something flickered in his eyes. "You shouldn't be here, Y/N."

The unspoken question hung in the air between you: *How did you end up here?*

Instead of answering it, you asked one of your own. "Did you know Lincoln is here too?"

"Yes," Michael replied carefully. "He's in gen pop, like us. But he's... separated. Different cell block."

"Death row," you said flatly.

Michael's eyes widened slightly. "You know."

"Veronica came to see me."

Michael and Sucre exchanged a quick glance that confirmed your suspicion—Sucre wasn't just Michael's friendly cellmate; he was part of whatever plan Michael had cooked up.

"Then you know I'm going to get him out," Michael said quietly, leaning forward. "I'm going to fix this."

"Fix Lincoln being on death row for murder, or fix the fact that both my brothers abandoned me?" The words came out harsher than you intended, fueled by a year's worth of hurt and anger.

Michael flinched as if struck. "Y/N—"

"No," you cut him off. "You don't get to disappear for a year and then act like everything's fine just because we happen to be in the same prison. That's not how this works, Michael."

Sucre looked between you two awkwardly. "Maybe I should give you two some privacy—"

"No," you and Michael said simultaneously.

"Stay," Michael added. "It's safer if this looks like a casual conversation."

You raised an eyebrow. "Safer?"

Michael lowered his voice even further. "There are people watching. Always watching. The less they think we're talking about, the better."

His paranoia should have seemed absurd, but after your conversation with Veronica, it made a disturbing amount of sense.

"So what's your masterful plan?" you asked, matching his hushed tone. "Break Lincoln out of death row from inside a maximum-security prison?"

The slight shift in Michael's expression told you that was exactly the plan.

"Oh my God," you breathed. "You're serious."

"Dead serious," Michael confirmed. "And now you're involved too, whether I wanted you to be or not."

"I didn't ask to be involved in your prison break." The words came out as a harsh whisper.

"And I didn't ask for my baby sister to end up in Fox River right when I'm trying to execute the most complex escape plan ever attempted," Michael shot back, a flash of the old protective brother showing through. "But here we are."

A tense silence fell between you, broken only when Sucre cleared his throat.

"So, about those letters..." he began, clearly trying to steer the conversation back to safer ground.

You tore your gaze away from Michael's intense stare. "Right. Your letters to—"

"Maricruz," Sucre supplied eagerly, pulling a folded piece of paper from his pocket. "My fiancée. The love of my life."

His sincerity was so earnest it was almost painful to witness. You took the offered paper, grateful for the distraction from the hurricane of emotions Michael's presence stirred up.

"'My dearest Maricruz,'" you read aloud, keeping your voice low. "'The days without you are like nights without stars...'"

As you continued reading Sucre's heartfelt, if somewhat melodramatic, declarations of love, you were acutely aware of Michael's eyes on you—studying, calculating, recalibrating whatever plans he had now that you were an unexpected variable in his equation.

You'd always been proud of your ability to read your brother, to understand the complex workings of his brilliant mind. But now, looking at him across the table, you realized you were facing a stranger—one with your brother's eyes but carrying secrets you couldn't begin to unravel.

What had happened to the Michael you knew? What had happened to both of you?

And more importantly—what would happen now that your paths had converged again in the last place you ever expected to find yourself?

[blogscollection]

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[seafoamchild]

december 19th

it's chilly and dark. two days until solstice and then the days will finally start getting longer. the other day it was sunny and i went to the park to stand there and absorb sunlight, like a plant.

i stopped taking lexapro. i'm not totally sure why to be honest, i just felt like it was time. i felt brain zaps for a couple days, like little electric currents inside my head. and i felt weirdly dissociated as if i were on a different plane of existence. it was incredibly odd. but i feel better now and i hope i don't get super depressed or something. i still have mood swings and intense irritability, which i hate so much. i have a lot of anger in me, i think. i get frustrated with myself so easily. like how i can never seem to leave the house on time and how i always forget something, and how i'm so disorganized and chaotic and clumsy. i want to get an ADHD diagnosis just for validation, but it seems like doing so is a cumbersome process. and honestly what good will it do? this is how i am and i have to try and make the best of it.

i can't stop thinking about what i'm gonna do next. i don't love where i'm at, but i think i need to start looking at it differently. instead of "you're failing because you're bartending at a stupid restaurant" i think maybe i need to remember that i'm supporting myself, and i'm meeting quite a lot of interesting people at my job. people who want to help me - whether it's through career advice or giving me generous tips. one of the regulars got me a $100 gift card to an italian restaurant. i think that's pretty special. although it's true that i'm sick of working weekends and holidays and not getting PTO and never knowing how much money i'm gonna make, i still have so much going for me in my day-to-day. i've made friends through bumble BFF - like actual friends who want to catch up and do stuff together. i always pictured "networking" as some kind of business casual conference room event full of insufferable social climbers and finance bros and other people who have never worked in retail or service in their life trying to upsell their personal brand - but networking has turned about to be making connections in general with friends, coworkers, customers, neighbors, and the like. and new york city is amazing because everyone seems to be willing to connect. people want to help you out with their own personal insight. i've never lived anywhere like this, where it seems like there's a real sense of solidarity in the air. people know living here can be tough, and strangers are willing to help you out. and it's much more "neighborhood-y" than other cities, i think, because it's walkable and people don't just get in their cars to drive everywhere. they walk past the same places, go to the same delis, run into the same people.

i think i'm exactly where i need to be. new york city is so much more my speed than milwaukee ever was, but i did feel my first pang of homesickness yesterday. i think it's because the holidays are coming up. but it was just that, a pang. nothing lasting. i know this is where i should be now, and there are many very good reasons why i left wisconsin. i still think about all the places i want to go - mostly wilderness-adjacent places out west - but i try to remind myself that i don't need to do it all right now, and planning trips is a big way i distract myself from the present moment, so i need to resist the urge for a little while, at least.

look how far i've come though. i'm proud of myself for creating a life that suits me. so many people never do. all the relationships i've gone through and set aside to get to this point. i think about sam, who i thought was so mature because he was three years older than me, but he was really just insecure and needed physical validation to the point that he was willing to break my trust to get it (from an ex, no less!). i think about luke, who was so attractive to me - not just physically, but something about his coldness, his "mysterious-ness", his inner world of deep thoughts, his appreciation for nature and the outdoors. he intrigued me endlessly in so many ways, but at the end of the day he was an immature, kind of douchey, socially inept dude whose good looks prevented him from developing a magnetic personality or a good sense of humor. he did tell me once, with a hint of jealousy i think, that i was a very powerful person. meaning that i make things happen and i draw people in. i took that to heart. and to be honest, i do feel powerful sometimes when i reflect on all that i've done.

i feel bad for taking out a lot of my frustration lately on T. it comes out of nowhere sometimes. i feel so bad for snapping at him. i don't quite understand what makes me so mad but i think i'm mostly mad at myself. there's always something to figure out.

[suitillustrated]

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