#THIS BOOK IS SO PRETTY I'M STILL NOT OVER IT
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leucrotta · 2 days ago
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A thing! Thanks for the tag!
(I sometimes miss when people tag me in things, but I do try to participate!)
Last song: Uhhhh right now I'm listening to podcasts, but I think I switched it over during the Placebo version of Running Up That Hill. Which, as the first version I ever heard, is the superior version, obviously.
Favorite color: That dark blue-violet shade that kind of hurts to look at.
Last book: Last one I finished was Grady Hendrix's How to Sell a Haunted House. It was pretty good! (I still sold it, though.) After that I DNF'd The King in Yellow (ugh!!!) and now I'm halfway through The Deep by Nick Cutter. Enjoying it so far!
Last film: I... should not have done this on a Wednesday. But because I did, it was my latest Werewolf Watch movie, Beast: A Monster Among Men. It was terrible. Don't watch it.
Last show: A cult documentary, but I don't entirely recall what program it was.
Sweet/spicy/savory: Sweet and savory, please. Spicy is okay, too.
Relationship status: no thanks
Last thing I googled: "does ibuprofen reduce fever" because I had a fever, and couldn't think straight enough to remember lol
Current obsession: my own writing project, for better or worse. also learning to crochet (why is it so much harder than knitting)
tagging: I AM VERY BAD AT THIS PART. SORRY.
Ten People I’d Like to Get to Know Better
tagged by: @orphiclovers
last song: It’s all been Christmas retail crap or if you count the radio on the drive home playing Avril Lavigne
fav color: this pale seafoam green for things or white for clothes
last book: Eclipse by Wilder (poetry)
last movie: Deadpool & Wolverine
last show: N/A
sweet/spicy/savory: sweet and savory 
relationship status: 4 people proposed to me this year. 1 meant it fr 🥹 (engaged irl) otherwise I have a harem on AO3 going.
last thing i googled: how big is a wintermelon?
current obsession: cooking and Infinity Nikki
looking forward to: I’m planning a road trip with the girls later this week!!
Tagging: @auuwmk, @ssunfish, @ajhaijma, @stoneclaw, @quiteboared, @kiwiandmint, @dgeneralacc, @rex44201, @readingdreaming4951, @thottykunikida
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womenl0verr · 1 day ago
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𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞! (𝐆𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠... 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠)
|| 𝐂𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧-𝐣𝐮 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
|| 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬!: 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟!
|| 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞! 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝!
|| 𝐀/𝐧: 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫!! 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐦 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲! 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐓 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐨... 𝐈 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟-𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝! 𝐋/𝐧 𝐢𝐬 “𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞“ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅/𝐧 𝐢𝐬 “𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝’𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞“
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You stood in-front of the mirror with shaky hands as you fixed your over-sized gray blazer. You fiddled with the hem of the black mini skirt you wore, soon tying up the laces of black worn-out convers you wore.
Sure, it wasn’t your first time on a date with a woman, but it's your first time asking out a woman. Usually it had been them, with you giving them subtle hints. But after two months of waiting patiently, you did the first move.
And that's how you got here, trying to somewhat fix the poorly tied tie, and your wrinkled white button up. You tried to dress fancy, given that you want this to end up well.
Though you didn't have the right clothes for it, so you stole some from your good ole' brother. The trousers couldn't fit on you so, you went for the black skirt instead.
In other words, you tried your very best. You picked up the bouquet of flowers that sat on your table, picking out your fanciest-looking purse and left your apartment.
The reason you went all out on your outfit was, that was because you had nothing else to impress her with. Your apartment was shit, one kick away from crumbling. You had no car, not even a drivers license. You had nothing, nothing at all.
You just had your crazy-good fashion sense and a smart mind. You fiddled with your glasses, fixing them and your hair. You rang the doorbell to her house, breathing deep but steady breaths before hiding the bouquet behind your back.
You stood there patiently waiting for her to open the gate, or do anything. Nervously mumbling words of praises under your breath. "You can do this.", "you look beautiful and she will love you.".
Then she opened the door, you instantly look up from your feet. Even if she wore something casual—wait, she's wearing something casual.
First wrong of the date: "hey, beautiful." You tried to flirt with her, keyword: tried. But you still desperately failed so bad. And with a wide blush coming up on your cheeks looked down on your feet again. "Sorry." You mumble giving her the hidden bouquet of flowers from behind your back.
"This is really pretty." She smiled and took the flowers on your hands and smelled them. "You look really pretty." She looked up from the flowers and her eyes met yours. "T-thank you, you look beautiful, Hyun-ju." You grin before grabbing her hand in yours.
"Sorry, i thought we were going for something casual." She said looking down at her casual outfit. "No, it's alright. I should've asked you beforehand. You still look really beautiful."
The walk to the restaurant was near but there was still a distance. "Sorry, i don't have a car. And plus the restaurant's parking is shitty." You tell her with a small smile, which she just let smiles at.
"It's fine. This is actually the best date ever." She chuckles, brushing a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Don't worry too much about this date, i want you to enjoy." She said as she subtly intertwines her fingers with hers.
Second wrong of the date: "Uhm, hi. Reservation for L/n, please." You smile. "Oh, uhm. I'm sorry, i can't find your name in here." She scrolls through the book. "Uhm, what?" You nervously chuckle, though you just send an already worried Hyun-ju a smile.
"Can i talk to F/n, please?" You say with an irritated smile as your friend walks over to you. "So...?" She trails off. "What the hell!" You whisper shout at her as she pulls you behind a car. "Look, i'm sorry. I didn't have time to put you on the reservation list. I'm really busy, and we're filled with people."
"What am i gonna do now?" You huff in annoyance as you rub your temples. "Uhm, there's this other really nice restaurant. It's just a couple blocks from here." Your friend suggests. "Fine, but i'll never let you live down this moment ever again."
And with that you walk away. You force a smile as you walk on over to her, but it seems she already knows it. "So, we search for other restaurants?" She smiles as she intertwines her fingers with yours once again.
"Are you sure? You can go back home, i'll just reschedule this date." You look up at her with sad eyes. "No, i want this date to continue." She smiled looking at your eyes, before hesitantly pressing a kiss to your forehead.
Fireworks. You felt fireworks erupting inside of you as she pressed her soft lips on your forehead. "Sorry, am i moving too fast?" She asks with worried eyes, but you shake your head with a wide smile and a blush on your cheeks. "No."
Third wrong of the date: as the both of you talk and walk towards the restaurant, people who walks by, stare at the both of you with disgust planted on their face. The way they would walk slowly just to whisper something, then walk away like nothing happened.
It made you sick to your stomach. You would never except people to be like this. You hated that. You hated how they would stare at the both of you with such disgust, as if they're perfect people.
Your hands ball up into a fist as you tried your best not to glare at them. You snap out of your thoughts as Hyun-ju stopped walking. You looked at her with confusion. "I'm sorry." She apologized turning to look at you. "I'm sorry, you're getting all these looks because of me."
"It's okay. I-i'm used to it." You grab her cold hands and try to warm it with yours. "I don't mind." You smile. "Do you want me to cook for you instead?" You offer, brushing your thumb over her knuckles. "I promise, i make decent food."
"I would love that." She smiles. "Your apartment closer, right? Let's go there instead." She says, you and Hyun-ju walk to your apartment, talking and laughing once again. This time with no one to interrupt the two of you.
Since it was night, the streets near your apartment are usually quiet. So all the sounds that you could only hear was the sounds of her giggles and laugh at your stupid jokes.
Stupid jokes that at least made her laugh.
Once the both of you reach your apartment, you turn on the dim lights, preparing dinner whilst she sat on the very uncomfortable couch. "Sorry, i'm not the richest." You spoke up from the kitchen. "Don't worry. I'm touring myself instead."
She looked at the portraits and family pictures you had set up on the shelf, it was clear that you loved your family. The shelves were filled with books, occupying most of the shelves. You loved to read. She kept that in mind.
And, you also loved to cook. She guessed that from the row of cook books you had. "You're not gonna find any gold in there, that's for sure." And she chuckled at that as you set up your dinner and hers.
After eating dinner, the both of you decided to sit on the couch and watch tv instead. After a few minutes, despite your desperate fighting, sleep won over you. Your head slowly leaning towards her shoulder, she didn't mind. In fact, she liked it.
She admired you whilst you slept, the moon light seeping through the windows as you slept, lighting up your face perfectly. "Best date ever." She whispered under her breath before pressing a kiss on your forehead.
"Best date ever." You whisper back, waking up from her kiss. "So, let's do this again?" You asked with eyes full of hope. "I would love that. Now go to sleep."
The next morning, you woke up with a goddess laying next to you, admiring your features. And it was truly the best date ever despite all the things that happened.
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starlost-mochi-x · 1 day ago
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omg i just saw the prompt list
can you do something cute and fluffy with 21 + 44 for Felix, he is wrecking me again rn🥹❤️
so this is pretty rushed but i think it went okay. omg same btw, he's been wrecking me so hard the past few days with his new hairstyle too. anyway here you go <3
fall for you - lee felix
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pairing: lee felix x reader
summary: you and felix are at the library late at night, studying for an exam, until things take a sudden turn
genre: another college!au but you can't really tell ig, soft shy felix, very fluffy
a/n: this fic feels so cosy. dividers by @kodaswrld
⛓️ prompts: 21. "Are you trying to get me to fall for you?" / 44. "I wasn't supposed to say that."
skz prompt list | skz masterlist
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The library is dead silent this time of night, you note as you walk in; the only sounds come from the faint tapping of keys on laptops and occasional taps and thuds as a pen is set down and a book is closed. No one is here but you and a certain someone.
Felix.
He is sitting with his knees tucked to his chest when you return from the cafe down the street, holding a cardboard tray of two drinks. You hand one to him and he thanks you with a soft, tired smile as you sit next to him, where your own workstation has been set up.
Your shoulder brushes his as you readjust, and you sigh as you reopen your laptop, the ghoulish blue light overtaking the warm glow of the golden desk lamps surrounding the area.
Felix laughs quietly. "Bet you missed that blue light, huh?"
You groan. "No, I dragged my feet on the way back from the cafe so I wouldn't have to face it. It's giving me a headache."
"At least you're prepared for the exam."
You groan and lean your head on his shoulder, exasperated. Your voice is muffled. "I don't feel prepared."
He ruffles your hair. "You say that every time, and then you pass with a great score. Relax, Y/nnie."
You sigh and sit upright, stretching. "I guess."
Bending your fingers to release some of the tension, you exhale and dive back into your work. You assume Felix is doing the same, and when you glance across, he is, but little do you know that he's already missing the familiar warmth of your physical action. His shoulder burns where you rested your head and he rolls it back, trying to alleviate the bittersweet feeling.
You're both already sitting fairly close; it's cold outside, and naturally, you drift closer to each other for warmth in the chilly air of the spacious library, knees tucked to chests and jackets draped over shoulders. Silence descends again, occasionally broken by one of you as you pore over shared notes or point to something on your laptops.
You sit back suddenly, turning behind you to survey the darkened shelves and sitting areas. Felix looks up from his notes.
"What's wrong?"
You grin at him. "We're literally the only ones here, do you realise?"
He surveys your surroundings too with a dazed gaze, then he nods. "Yep. I guess everyone else studied earlier."
You laugh and then hurriedly shush yourself, not wanting to disturb the peaceful, serene atmosphere that has descended like a blanket over the library interior. Felix covers his mouth with a hand, trying to muffle his laugh.
"The place isn't haunted, you know," he snickers. "You're allowed to make noise."
You point an accusatory finger at him. "It might be! And besides, you're doing the same thing."
"No, I'm not."
You roll your eyes. "All the library ghosts are going to come for you if they hear you lying, Lee Felix."
Felix snickers again, eyes widening. "Library ghosts? When'd you get that idea? You're lying now-"
You put on a very self-important expression and interrupt him, pretending to glare. "I made it up just now, 'cos I can. They can hear you, Felix."
He's grinning softly now, and a warm feeling spreads in his chest, thawing the ice beginning to frost over his skin from the library air. “I swear," he says, still grinning, "You always know how to make me laugh. Are you trying to get me to fall for you?”
You grin too and try to hide a blush, thankful for the low light. “What? No, of course not. Just trying to keep you awake.”
Felix’s smile falters slightly, unsure if he meant to say that out loud. His hand scratches the back of his neck nervously.
“I... I wasn’t supposed to say that.” He says uncertainly.
You try to play it off, teasing. “Well, now you’ve said it. So, what are you going to do about it?”
Felix’s eyes widen, and he stammers, not knowing how to answer. His heart races. He tries to cover it up with a nervous laugh, his voice a little shaky.
“I... I don’t know. Maybe you should just... make me fall for you?”
Your heart thuds, almost out of your ribcage, and you turn to him, hoping you look as confident as you sound. You don't.
"How exactly do I do that, Felix?"
He is silent. The atmosphere is charged, not least because of the conversation topic or the proximity. Felix lets his head drop and exhales heavily, like he used to when he had a secret to tell. When he raises his head, there's the faintest ghost of a shy smile on his lips. His cheeks are flushed and he's almost shaking.
His voice is so quiet when he speaks, almost a whisper.
"You don't have to try and make me fall for you, Y/n."
You tilt your head softly. "Why not?"
"Because you already have."
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a/n: ooooohh *snaps fingers* plot twist
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thevixenwitch · 3 days ago
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Metaphysical Shop Red Flags:
Little bit of a disclaimer on this one: This post is made from my personal experience. If you have a small business, this post is not about you, but hey if some of these things stand out to you, maybe it's worth analyzing your business model.
I am someone that's been active in irl and online pagan and witch spaces for over a decade now, and am compiling this from my own experiences, as well as those of my partners. I'm also a tad anti-capitalist, so an alternative title for this post could be "How to Spot if You're Actually that Metaphysical Shop's Cash Cow".
Now, let's get started.
Unknown or unethically sourced White Sage is a really noticeable starting place. Once I was at a market and saw cute smoke cleansing bundles with dried flowers and cinnamon sticks and quartz points, very pretty, very flashy! But when I asked where the Sage was sourced, the lady manning the booth said they were from Amazon. Some sellers value visual appeal to make a sale over anything else.
Overt appropriation via bulk, drop shipped items like “smudging” tools, dream catchers, etc. This list of items can vary dramatically based on who owns the shop, what practices exist in your area, so it’s good to educate yourself on how to spot appropriation. This does NOT mean ethically sourced options that benefit marginalized communities, that’s what we want to insist our local shops have for us to buy!
On that note, a lack of local creators and/or sourcing in general. Not every store has a goal of being a community hub, but beyond that they are still very visible aspects of the community. It strikes me as very odd that I can more reliably buy locally sourced herbs from a random gift shop than I can from a metaphysical store no matter which state I’m in.
Crystals with no information about where they were sourced. There is a growing issue with the intense demand for crystals that has caused an increase in unethical sources, so knowing where your purchases come from is important. Compare prices at metaphysical shops to those at your local rock shop, especially if you are lucky enough to have one run by gemologist, geologist, or rockhound. I have talked about this already elsewhere, so I won’t bog down this post too much with it. The short of it is, transparency is a green flag.
This one may be controversial, but dramatic markups in general. Don’t be afraid to compare prices to other places, particularly other local options if they are available. A few dollars variance is normal, but a huge markup should be obvious. Things like location can have a huge impact on price, which is good to keep in mind. The availability and price of something can vary wildly based on that factor alone, but that’s why I recommend checking against other options within your area. Do remember that comparing to Amazon prices isn’t fair to small businesses, and “cheap” is not the goal here.
If the contents of the store are all drop-shipped, or bulk stock that can definitely be something to keep an eye out for. If the place is full of items you can actually look up on Amazon, that may be worth paying attention to.
Prevalence of well-known problematic authors. If they have Silver Ravenwolf on a central display, that’s always something that tells me a shop prioritizes making a sale over providing quality products. If there’s an overwhelming presence of Lewellyn published books with minimal alternatives, that shows a lack of care for diversity or quality control.
AI items. Let’s be so for real here. Walking into a shop and seeing an obviously AI generated altar cloth with gibberish symbols all over it is a bad thing. I’ll talk more on the rising presence of AI that’s very negatively influencing the quality of information available in the pagan community at a later time.
Bulk resin and 3D printed items. We’ve all seen them, the vendor at a fair with an army of dozens of jointed dragons, or ten resin-cast, glitter-filled Gaia statues that light up! All so sparkly, colorful, and eye-catching. I’d implore anyone to learn more about how much plastic waste is involved in bulk production of low-quality products like this.
What my wife likes to call “Apple Store vibes”. Call me traditional, but when a store is all sleek white lines and tidy, understocked shelves, I know I’m in for some of the highest prices for incense I’ve ever seen. These stores are meant to bring in people with money burning a hole in their pocket, and that’s often reflected in the visually appealing kitsch that never actually seems to serve a purpose.
This can be a red flag SOMETIMES but not always: A lack of diversity in the paths represented. Sometimes a shop is just a reflection of the owner’s personal practice, or the focuses of the local community. Other times, there can be a reflected air of superiority of one path over others. This is entirely dependent on the individual store.
A big one I’d like to end on; they only host paid classes and services with no way for under-served members of the community to attend or participate. This is made even worse if the events are all over $20. Especially if this store is the only option in your area for these things! Instead of providing a service, they could be focused on cornering the market.
A quick Green Flag for some positivity, the presence of the owners or staff’s personal practice! I love being able to ask for insight from the source, I love being able to buy someone’s personal oil blends, I love learning more about things I may not have thought about because I’m not walking that path myself. Staff that want to chat and help can be so nice and really add to a welcoming environment.
Supporting small businesses is so important, and they can really be cornerstones of our community, but we need to be able to see the difference between someone passionate about providing resources and space to a community, and others that are looking to make a quick buck off of people starving for that. We as consumers need to hold our communities to some kind of standard, and I for one find that my standard is a certain level of authenticity. Not everyone selling metaphysical tools and supplies is trying to scam someone, but there are bad actors everywhere. Educate yourself, keep your eyes open, and don’t be afraid to ask yourself what someone’s motivations are.
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thisapplepielife · 19 hours ago
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Written for @steddiebingo and @steddiemicrofic.
Wave After Wave
Steddie Microfic January Prompt: New || Countdown to Midnight Prompt: Hawkins Lab | Word Count: 517 | Rating: T | CW: Hawkins Lab Test Subjects | POV: Steve | Tags: Hawkins Lab AU, Childhood Meeting, Making Friends
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There's a new kid today. 
And he's little.
That's the first thought Steve has. Too little to survive this place, not without help. Steve's help, maybe. Steve doesn't have friends, but he wants this new boy to be his friend. He looks like he could use a friend, feels like it, too. He's so sad. Steve can feel it radiating off him, wave after wave.
It's overwhelming, and he breathes through it. Most of the kids here are dimming by the day, their feelings disappearing.
Not this boy. Not yet.
He's feeling a lot and Steve wants to reach out to him. Wants to smooth the rough edges and sadness away.
He can do that, sometimes. They make him practice in the lab, but he holds back. Not showing them everything he has. They don't deserve it.
"What's your name?" Steve whispers over the table in the rainbow room, pretending to scribble across the page with crayons. He doesn't care about coloring. They can't make him. 
"I'm Seven," he says, and his whole being doesn't believe that. Steve can tell. Steve knows they've given him that number, but he plays dumb.
"Not your age. Your name."
"I'm not seven!" he snaps, "I'm ten! My name is Seven."
He's older than Steve, but doesn't look it. They want to call Steve by a number, too. Five. But that's not his name. Not who he is, no matter what they say. And they say a lot. Do a lot. With needles, testing and pills he's supposed to swallow, but hides in his cheek and spits in the toilet, later. 
He's trouble. 
They all say so. Too willful. Too strong for his age. Too dumb. 
He's not dumb. He's one of the only ones here that still knows who he is, that means he can't be dumb, he's pretty sure. 
Steve Harrington. He's Steve Harrington, and he'll always be Steve Harrington. Five's a number, not a name.
It's not who he is.
And now he wants to know who this boy is. 
"Here," Steve says, tearing a page from his book, and splitting the pile of crayons in front of him, pushing half over to Not-Seven. 
He takes them. 
"Where'd you come from?" Steve asks.
"Nowhere," he answers, and Steve knows that can't be true. They all came from somewhere, they weren't hatched here out of eggs in the lab, despite what Dr. Brenner likes to think. They're people. Kids. Not test subjects. 
Despite what powers they might have.
"What's your superpower?" Steve asks, and the kid just shakes his head. He has to have a power or he wouldn't be here. Steve closes his eyes and concentrates, trying to feel him out, fully.
All he sees is red, and flames licking at his feet.
He's a firestarter. Steve's pretty sure.
"I'm an empath," Steve says, "whatever that means."
Steve knows exactly what that means.
"You're a firestarter," Steve tells him.
"I don't mean to," he whispers, voice broken.
"I know."
Then he's silent, they both are.
"I'm Eddie," he finally says.
Eddie. 
Steve and Eddie. 
He'll save this one.
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velvetvexations · 16 hours ago
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BTW people act like "misogyny was created to oppress people AFAB" is a horrifically TERF-y statement that means you must not think misogyny affects trans women or doesn't affect them as badly and that's...so stupid. Cis women still have privilege over trans women by virtue of being cis because being trans is punished even harsher than being a cis woman.
At best I guess I can understand the inference this means trans people AFAB suffer more for being trans and having been AFAB, but it seems pretty obvious to me that's not so much literally ASAB that's the issue as it is the idea of people AFAB as the Other, and queer people AMAB are fully seen as the Other because of perceived proximity to it, e.g. wearing dresses or sucking cock. Trans women and trans men alike cross the gender divide and as a result are equally reviled as mutant hybrids of Man and Woman.
A lot of people in history literally could not imagine queerness, it just never entered their heads. I'm serious. Yes, people weren't just dumber or less imaginative back in the day, and queerness has always existed and been reviled, but that does not change the fact that great numbers of people were completely ignorant of it even if it was on the books as a crime. In fact, in England, they once passed on making sex between women illegal specifically because they were worried it would simply alert them to it being a possibility.
But people are obsessed with the idea of if you're 'affected' or 'exempt,' so like, you have to imagine trans women have soul-gender that everyone recognizes on sight, because to them it's impossible for anyone who's not a woman to suffer misogyny, so no one could have perceived you as a man beforehand. People say other trans people only suffer splash damage from transmisogyny, but you can also look at the oppression of trans women as the patriarchy punishing traitors in the ASAB War, which even tracks with cis women being privileged over trans women because treason has always historically been punished much more harshly than like, any other crime.* It's like bombing a city and saying "fine, if you want to be them so bad you can burn with them."
Because like, you know what does splash damage?
A fucking nuke.
And being 0.5 inches to the left of ground zero is not remotely better. It does not understate your hardship to say the bomb did not literally drop right on your head a split second before being obliterated by radioactive hellfire. The only way to interpret it as doing so is if you cannot stand the idea of not having at least one issue that revolves entirely around your existence even in it's mere conceptual origin, as though the fact that trans women are oppressed much worse than cis women was not enough and you can't stand even sharing the Gender Mutant class with anyone else. The fact that it was not expected of you to fall into an underprivileged gender class does not mean you aren't equally as valid a member of it.
*as has espionage, which you can relate to trans men
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thecranberriesslut · 20 hours ago
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Californication, Pt. 2
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Summary: The second part to my fanfic 'series', you and Joel have a late night meet-cute by the pool and you get frustrated.
Pairing: No-outbreak! Joel Miller x Fem!Reader 'Cara'
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Warnings: Big age gap, but still very much legal, (Joel is 40-something, referred to as 'old man', reader is 18, referred to as 'little girl'), dirty themes, dirty talk, smut.
Notes: Second part, hope y'all wanted this because I loved writing it, lmk notes in the comments I'm always looking to improve.
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As you stood near the pool, close to Joel, towel in hand, goosebumps rising on your skin from the slight breeze that had found you the moment you left the warm water, you were lost in thought. You wondered what Joel's issue with insomnia might be when the faint scent of your own orange and cedarwood perfume drifted into your nose. The one you had bought impulsively at the mall after reading in a June Vogue that it was the perfume to drive men wild. You’d sprayed it on earlier that morning, hoping Joel would find your scent irresistible. The swimming had brought the day-old scent back out, and you found a slight comfort in the warm tones.
“Come on, old man—you can tell me.”
You said matter-of-factly, shifting on the still-warm poolside tiles and squeezing the remaining water from your hair, before your new highlights had a chance to turn green.
“What are you doing up this late anyway?”
Joel asked, leaning in slightly to play with the golden necklace your father had given you for your 16th birthday. His voice was low and smooth, like he was sharing an intimate secret at a crowded party. The only way to describe Joel’s overwhelming aura, which usually dominated any room he entered, was smoke in a jazz club. He always smelled like an old artist who had just enjoyed an expensive vanilla cigar with a side of fancy bourbon. You just wanted to lean in and inhale his scent. You wanted to fall asleep in his arms while he talked about whatever boring old (hot) men always went on about.
“I wasn’t getting all 'worked up' in the kitchen earlier.”
You said, your tone suggesting irritation at his earlier accusations. Of course, you had gotten worked up—you wanted him to have his way with you right then and there. But admitting that would be like admitting defeat, and you were not about to lose to a gorgeous, charming—no, mean old man.
Joel smiled knowingly, which only annoyed you further. He kept teasingly fidgeting with your necklace, and his eyes darkened.
“See now you’re lying all over again.”
“You’re my best friend’s father. You shouldn’t be flirting with me.”
It took every ounce of self-control you had in your sexually frustrated body, but somehow, you managed to step back from Joel, freeing his hand from your necklace.
“Is that so? And the way I saw you rubbing your thighs together in the car earlier when my hand brushed against your thigh… that wasn’t you, getting yourself worked up over your best friend's daddy?”
Your lips parted slightly at his crude observation. It was like he could see right through your little facade. You had always considered yourself somewhat of a mystical creature no one could figure out—but Joel… he read you like a book. It was as if he enjoyed torturing you with his words.
“Is that why you can’t sleep, sweet girl?”
He said, his dark eyes displaying fake sympathy. The pet name felt almost derogatory, rather than cute. The surrounding air seemed to turn into hot smoke, and if you breathed it in, you’d be helpless in its mercy.
“What?”
“Did I get you all turned on, poor girl… and now you can’t sleep with the constant tension between your pretty little thighs?”
You instinctively looked down at your feet, but quickly averted your gaze back to him. You had no idea how to defend yourself—maybe you shouldn’t. Potentially, you should just ask him to fuck you into next year and make it all better.
He took a slow, calculated step closer to you, still maintaining a respectable distance. But for you, it felt like he was already halfway inside you. You weren’t naive. Of course, this whole thing—him flirting with you and making moves on you—was wrong. But you couldn’t help but feel helpless in the attraction you felt for him. It was like you were trapped in a web of your own making, and the only way out was fucking Joel Miller. You were 18, right? If it was legal, how wrong could it be?
“Okay… what if you did?”
You said, suddenly exuding the confidence of a Wall Street businessman who had just made millions. Sure, your confidence was half fake, half pure arousal, but if Joel wanted this, you were going to make him take the plunge.
“Well, in that case, I’m awfully sorry. Must be hard for a petite girl like you to properly satisfy her needs after a big bad man got her all worked up.”
This time, your mouth widened with anger, your eyes shooting daggers through Joel’s. Why was he playing all these games, but not willing to actually do anything about it? You decided to be bold. You were not losing this fight. So, slowly, you brought your hand to your back and loosened your bikini top, letting it fall to the ground with a splotch sound, splashing tiny droplets of water on both you and Joel’s feet.
“Nice. How ‘bout you go to sleep, Alex Owens.”
He said, shaking his head and laughing quietly as he turned to walk away. You were confused, angry, and a little cold. The night had gotten cooler during your little meet-cute.
“Huh?”
You yelled from behind him. He had managed to take a couple of steps but stopped in his tracks. This might’ve been one of his obscure references that no one but other parents ever understood.
"Flashdance?"
He said, as though it were common knowledge and you were the idiot who knew nothing about life. You just shook your head in confusion and narrowed your eyes, covering your breasts with your arms.
“God, you’re young.”
He noted disapprovingly as he made his way inside, disappearing behind the patio door. You were left standing there, dumbfounded and more turned on than you’d felt all day.
That fucking asshole.
Finally, you had gotten yourself inside after thirty minutes of sitting on one of the pool chairs like a depressed insomniac, staring at the dark amethyst night sky with little to no stars in sight. You thought about Joel, yourself, and Sarah. You made up a plan to take a shower, change into a cute outfit, and go confront Joel—tell him that you couldn’t do this, and that he needed to stop making flirty comments toward you. Sure, your relationship with Joel had always been a little inappropriate, but now that you were eighteen, it was all getting too real.
As you turned on the shower, the water was immediately hot. It hit your freezing skin, and the contrast felt a little painful at first, but quickly shifted to heavenly. As you scrubbed your hair to get rid of the chlorine, you couldn’t stop thinking about Joel. You imagined the way he might look in the shower—back muscles tensed, strong, rugged arms scrubbing soap over his body. Would he grunt in pleasure as the first hot drops of water hit his toned chest? Despite being in the shower, your thoughts made you feel dirty. You tried to shake them off as you picked out your after-shower attire: floral-patterned Brandy Melville shorts and a plain white top. You decided to spritz on a couple of sprays of that Vogue perfume before applying a light layer of cherry chapstick.
Slowly, you made your way to Joel's bedroom, kind of excited to see what he had in there. Back home, you were never allowed in Joel’s room when visiting Sarah’s house—he always claimed there was important stuff in there, and that you and Sarah would just make a mess of it. So, you were more than curious to discover what lay beneath Joel’s tough exterior. You wanted to know his psyche—what does a man like Joel pack for vacation?
You knocked softly on the door so as not to wake anyone up. Joel heard your knock and made a small, approving sound, so you decided to open the door. There he was, wearing the same gray sweatpants and white T-shirt as before.
“What's up?”
Joel asked, his tone nonchalant, like he wasn’t just flirting with you by the pool. He was sitting on a king-sized bed, the same white sheets as yours and Sarah’s, holding an acoustic guitar. His eyes locked onto yours intensely, like you had just interrupted his playing.
“Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt… I just wanna talk.”
You said, genuinely regretful for disturbing him. You didn’t wait for an invitation—you just walked into the room, looking around, unsure of what you were even looking for. It looked fairly similar to yours and Sarah’s room—just a little smaller, but with the same white walls, a couple of plants, and a guitar case standing in the corner.
“So talk, Cara.”
He said your name teasingly. You tried to remember what you had come in here to talk about. But seeing him in the faint orange light of a table lamp, his hair falling over his face, and his legs spread as his guitar lay across his lap, your mind went completely blank.
“Are ya sure you didn’t just come in 'ere to stare at my crotch?”
He asked cockily, playing a couple of chords softly on his guitar. It looked effortless, like he was molding it in his hands. You had no idea your corrupted mind could make something as innocent as guitar playing feel sexual.
“Can I try?”
You pointed to the guitar haphazardly, sort of hoping he’d be the responsible adult and say no, ending this game of cat and mouse. You looked into his eyes, and they had grown warmer.
“Sure, sweetheart—just sit on down next to me.”
He smiled as he patted the spot on the bed next to him. You sat down, feeling his body heat radiating onto you. He lifted the guitar from his lap and gently placed it into yours, his hand brushing faintly against your stomach—but to you, it felt electrifying. You placed your hand on the neck of the guitar. It felt big and boxy in your hands, in contrast to how natural it looked in Joel’s.
“Have you ever played before?”
“Uhm… no.”
Joel put his arm around you to guide your fingers into the right spots on the guitar. His hands felt huge and experienced around your smaller ones.
You turned to look at him, his face was perfectly illuminated by the light, the shadows brought out his sharp features and his enigmatic eyes. Out of nowhere, you leaned over and pressed your lips to his, it probably felt uncoordinated and adolescently gentle to him. To your surprise, he kissed you back tenderly, his hand fell from the guitar to your waist and his tongue fought its way into your mouth, like it was fighting for dominance. He tasted like whiskey and a faint note of cigarette smoke. you knew from Sarah, that he only smoked sporadically, when he felt particularly anxious or angsty. He pulled away and looked at you, his intense gaze pierced right through your eyes and into your soul.
“Now, now… bad girl.”
He smiled, while softly scolding you. You lifted the guitar out of your lap and placed it on the floor, you moved closer to Joel on the bed.
“Come on— Joel.”
You whined, making that puppy dog look with your eyes, that got you your new phone last may. You made the bold move of taking Joel's hand and pulling it into your lap, but Joel was quick to pull his hand away.
“I'm not sure what you want, lil' girl.”
He said smugly, staring at you through hooded eyelids. You made a pained face and squirmed in your position on the side of the bed.
“Yes you do. You've been teasing me for so long… come on!”
“What if ya were to ask me real nicely?”
“What, you want me to beg? I'm not begging.”
You turned to face away from him, crossing your arms in irritation, you tried to make it believable, that if he didn't do something, you would leave. But you couldn't leave, it was like Joel had cast a spell on you, and it invaded your every thought with Joel, Joel… Joel. He just kept his unwavering attention on you, observing, annoyingly sure that you would eventually do what he told you to.
“Please…”
You caved. He smiled a devilish smile, but then dropped it, he spoke.
“Please— what?”
“Please have sex with me.”
This was your rock bottom, and he was smiling again, about to say something even more smug and infuriating.
“Please have sex with me, who?”
“Mr.— Miller…?”
You hesitated, not sure what he wanted you to call him.
“Good girl… no.”
You saw red. What the fuck did he mean 'no', he made you beg. He humiliated you, all to say no. You looked at him with wild eyes, like you'd imagine a coyote would look at a hunter who had just killed the coyote's entire family.
“What the fuck, Joel?”
You said, almost yelling. Joel noticed and roughly placed his hand onto your mouth to keep you quiet, you could wake up the whole house.
“Listen, kiddo— I won't fuck ya, it feels way too wrong… but I feel real bad for messin' with you, so I'll take care o' ya.”
You wanted to protest, but his hand on your mouth was stopping you. He gave you a look that said 'calm down', so you took a couple of breaths through your nose and showed him you were calm. He removed his hand, and you opened your mouth to speak, but Joel stood up and his velvety, now a little rougher voice interrupted you.
“Lay on your back and take off your pants.”
You were shocked, shocked at his words, even more shocked at their effect on you. But now your entire brain was turned off, Joel was looming over you, observing your reaction. You slowly slid your shorts off and laid down on the bed anxiously, fidgeting with your top. Joel walked closer slowly, menacingly— like a hungry lion.
“Who knew that inside that naughty girl was a slut who's willin' to follow instructions.”
His words were mean, crude. But his voice felt like the dark hum of a vibrator, it was like only his voice could make you come better than your own hands ever could. Joel put his hand on your ankle, slowly bringing it up your leg. The motion was torturous, you almost wanted to protest, but something inside of you knew that it wasn't a good idea. After a while of ticklish torture, his hand stopped on your upper thigh, inches from the place you needed him the most.
“Are you sure you want this?”
He asked, his voice not so much concerned, as degrading. He was just stalling— he wanted you to feel tortured. You couldn't take it anymore. His hand felt like it was on fire, and you were desperate.
“Yes! Please, Joel.”
“Eager lil' girl, huh?”
He slipped his hand into your panties, it took you by surprise, you almost made a sound, but he noticed right before and brought his other hand to cover up your mouth again.
Is it fucked up that I actually love this serial killer-esque mouth covering thing…?
You thought to yourself, as his middle finger found your most sensitive spot. You figured he was done stalling, because he started to rub increasing in speed circles on your bud, as he stared into your eyes with intensity that was bordering on frightening. Not only that, but you couldn't even focus on his gaze, because you were seeing stars. The whole situation felt oddly grotesque. You whimpered behind his hand, but it effectively blocked all your sounds and all that was left were tiny, pathetic squeaks. He increased the speed of the circles, and you could already feel yourself spilling over the edge. He kept the speed up until your entire body spasmed a couple of times, and you were sure you made a sound that sounded closer to a cat dying than an orgasm. To your surprise, Joel kept his hand drawing slow circles onto your clit as he removed his hand from your mouth. You could do nothing but stare at him, mouth wide open, eyes rolled halfway back into your head.
He stopped his movements and pulled his hand out of your white cotton panties, he smiled at you and narrowed his eyes.
“Now you go to sleep, sweetheart, and I stay up thinkin' 'bout how fast I made your poor little pussy come.”
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acourtofthought · 1 day ago
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Did you catch the latest podcast with Steph and Ava? They absolutely crack me up! The biggest takeaway for me? They both agree that Azriel's book is next. Meanwhile, the Elriels are being suspiciously quiet about it. But hey, a clickbait piece or song by Taylor somehow holds more weight, right? 😂
Sure, Steph and Ava could be wrong, but let’s be real—neither of them is losing their minds over some random “articles” or Taylor Swift lyrics. They actually know SJM personally. I mean, whether we like it or not, they have a better insight into her than any of us do. What do you think?
I definitely think they're a lot of fun together and I agree, in terms of credible news sources I would think if there's any insider knowledge to be had, it would be Steph over a random ScreenRant journalist. That her statement "not everything is meant to be taken romantically" was possibly a message to e/riels because of how they read into everything but beyond that I am a bit divided on what Steph and Ava actually know or, what they know versus what they're saying.
To me it means something that Steph was all on the E/riel train even when she and Sarah spoke about the Az bonus chapter, where Sarah told her she was excited for her to read the crumbs she scattered. Then later, they had done an IG Live where it still seemed Steph thought E/riel was a possibility and Sarah's face seemed to fall a bit but just a short time later Steph no longer though E/riel was happening. Something like that does make me wonder if Sarah told Steph that E/riel wasn't going to be a thing because there was a noticeable shift between Lives in who she thought was ending up together.
In terms of them knowing who the next book is about, I'm not sure whether they have insider knowledge. Since Sarah kept the HOFAS crossover a secret from even Josh, it's possible she's also keeping the main pairing of the next book a secret to those around her as well. Steph and Ava do think Az is next but Steph also mentioned she felt HOFAS was needed in order to build Az up to have his own book and that seems a bit odd to me. An ACOTAR series character should not need an entirely different series in order to set him up for his own book since not every ACOTAR reader will read CC. So what happens for those readers, they buy the next ACOTAR book completely confused as to where Az's story came from when they left off with SF? What if those readers only read the series because they were able to check out the books from their local library and they have no idea that his bonus chapter exists? I think the next story has to make sense for readers who stopped at SF and are not aware of any bonus chapters or what happened in CC because despite our immersion into this fandom I don't think the majority of readers are into all things SJM the way we are. A casual reader should not be obligated to read beyond the ACOTAR books in order to pick up the next book in the series and understand what's going on and Az processing a time traveler who took his dagger when starting the next book is a bit of a stretch for where things left off in SF. Especially when CC did not actually leave us with any new and immediate threats for them to deal with. Where we left off in SF was the peace treaty, Koschei, Beron and Spring as immediate concerns (they didn't sound like things that could wait another 6-9 months so Az can first deal with his stuff) and Emerie joked the Illyrians would be in hysterics for decades (an Az storyline) meaning not an immediate concern. When the big bad starts making moves in a Sarah book, things move pretty quickly from there on out. I.e. We learned of Hyberns plans in January and the war occurred in August. I think the TOG series occurred over a year. In SF, we learned of Koschei and the Trove in September / October and SF ended in April. So I'm not sure it makes sense to have an Az book (my guess is you'd need at least 6 - 9 months for a realistic love story if he's ending up with Gwyn) then at least another 6 months for an Elain book and for us to finally see Koschei's defeat. That stretches out the Koschei / Beron plot well beyond her norm.
With that said, maybe Steph does know something but if she did, would she say it? That would be breaking the trust of Sarah and Bloomsbury. Knowing something then saying "but it's just my opinion" still kind of spills the tea if you've been forced to sign an NDA. Usually if people know secrets they avoid the topic entirely. Or maybe Steph knows something but she says the opposite to throw people off so she doesn't reveal secrets. In the podcast she also said that if Az and Elain don't end up together, she doesn't think Lucien and Elain are ending up together but that Lucien still can't have his story until Elain deals with her bond and to me that's a strange thing to say. If Elain isn't ending up with Lucien or Az then who is she sharing a book with? And how would we get an Az book, then an Elain book THEN Sarah tackles Lucien's story? How are we dividing the current plots between the three, all with three different love interests? Ava also said she couldn't remember Elain stabbing the King so again, are they just messing with us or are they just too busy with other stuff to actually dive deep into these books the same way we do? Which is completely understandable, they seem to be extremely busy with everything else they have going on, I'm just not sure how much of what they say should be written as gospel.
With all that said, I do think it's possible for Steph to know something but at the same time I'm not sure that what she's saying is her revealing the information she knows. I think it would cross a line to have insider information then share that insider information on podcasts while saying "it's just my opinion" to cover yourself.
However, she's also mentioned a few times that she tells Sarah not to spoil anything for her so I end up divided on the topic.
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amberbalcom14 · 7 hours ago
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Holy shoot, @guilty-pleasures21, Thank you! 🤗Been following this trend, & this reblog thread-line of it, for the past day or so on here and was not expecting to suddenly get the mentioned alert ping bout being tagged in this too! ✨😊 and really showing my age with the realization it's been years since i've done one of these to boot. Let's get into this then✨
Last Song: On Spotify, Annpantsu's cover of "I'm Still Standing"
Favorite Color: hmm, kinda tied between purple and green (as this reblog and my blog's main/mobile app view theme shows XD), so guess it depends on the shade of either (prefer either a lighter or darker green than this txt option & typically a darker closer to violet than the purple txt color option - which happens to also be my current hair color!)
Last Book/Fic: Been mostly doing online reading lately, but do still purchase physical versions (recently got a newly opened B&N closer to where i live that's now my new home-store that's a LOT closer than the previous one XD Hubby is already joking bout the 'wallet pain' of him coming home from work to find me with more new books XD) so physical book wise, it would have to be 'The Modern Herbal Dispensary' that i recently got form Barnes & Noble ^^ and online Fic wise, it's hands down @greensagephase/Alondra's Spiderverse 'Nonviolent Communication', full re-read after reading the newest released Chap 22 ^^ (any spiderverse fans, if ya haven't checked NC out yet, i highly recommend it ^^)
Last Movie: Transformers One
Last Show: all 3 Seasons of Marvel's 'What if' on New Years Eve since the tidbit was with my folks for the week and i was resting up from feeling sick a few days prior XD got to Season 3 at the midnight Ball drop, so it worked out pretty well on my end XD
Sweet/Spicy/Savory: hmm, this is a tough one, since it depends what type of food we're talking about. ✨desserts wise, sweet all the way. ✨snacks are mix of sweet and savory (like i prefer sweet for popcorn with kettle corn or caramel corn, but savory for stuff like crackers/pretzels like with white cheddar cheeze-its) ✨main dish wise, mix of savory or spicy, depending on the kind of dish. served in a bowl dishes for example, i lean more a mix of both as a Southerner born and raised growing up with 'southern cold weather comfort food' like Creole dishes jambalaya and red beans & rice, as well as Texas style chili (which growing up got spicier when my dad was the one to make it as us 3 siblings got a higher spice tolerance) Also for main dish wise on the other end is, savory dishes like all day slow cooker pot roasts or shepard's pie ^^ long story short - I'm a foodie, and like little bit of everything to an extent and have tried a wide variety of ethnic style food since it's unfortunately dependent on where i am/local area is mostly tex-mex with some authentic Mexican and Asian (mostly Japanese & Chinese, with one Korean grill place) restaurants in my area (stopped having spicy food during my pregnancy and now unfortunately my spice tolerance has taken a major hit and i have to work it back up to where it was back in College😭like used to be able to eat wasabi by itself and use Sriracha with not much issue)
Relationship: Happily Married 9 years with this yr/2025's Dec being the 10 yr/1st Decade mark ^^ (married wise. been together 13 yrs since Nov 2011 ^^ - and Yes I admittedly love making both my hubby and myself 'feel old' at reminding him we're already a fair bit past the decade mark technically with marriage getting close to the decade mark due to the tidbit being close to turning 10 from being born the following year XD)
Last thing I googled: legitimately full on google searched, (& not counting typing in the name of a site in the search bar to get it pulled up from being half-assed lazy or too tired to recall the actual website's spelling/type out from google being my default/home browser XD) would have to be over the weekend looking up search/location tips for the stripeshell snail from the game Palia to get help finding it to finish one of the Vault of the Waves beach bundle XD (highly recommend Palia as a fun cozy game to play ^^)
Current Obsession: oh, geeze this one is a call out XD. um, depends what you mean by obsession i guess XD. since one of my special interests is musicals (mainly broadway, specially Hamilton, Les Mes, and Wicked ),while my current hyperfixation for musicals is sorta a musical - it's the 'Epic: The Musical' concept album series by Jorge Rivera-Herrans about Homer's “Odyssey" ^^ i have been playing the Ithaca and the Troy saga albums the most for like the past month and a half, mainly the song 'Warrior of the Mind' from the Troy saga and 'The Challenge' from the Ithaca one (i can go on about how it shows the relationship of Odysseus and Penelope as one of my favorite greatest love stories told. i mean the Oddy's old bow to shoot thru the axes challenge to the suitors with the song's line 'Cause I'd rather die, Than grow old without the best of you' ?!✨🥰🤩🤌🏼) Characters/Fandom wise, i will admit that lately it's been a bit hyperfocus with Marvel mostly XD mainly Spiderverse's Miguel, X-men (nearly of the animated series and the OG cinematic verse/Earth-10005 movies line, and a fair bit of the comics verses with some exceptions) Dr. Henry 'Hank' McCoy [I'm well aware of how far off the deep end Earth-616 Krakoa era 'Beast Prime' went off his rocker out of descending into madness post legacy virus arc], MCU/TFATWS James 'Bucky' Barnes, & MCU/Comics Dr. Stephan Strange ^^
I look forward to telling you: You all have been traumatized enough this decade, you deserve a hug and happiness may the rest of this decade be far better for you than the first half.
Tags: @bluesidez, @lyrate-lifeform-approximation, @voxxgrimly, @thespider-witch, @theorphicangel
10 people I’d like to get to know better
10 people I’d like to get to know better
Since I had two separate tags in this, @spaceyjessa and @laughhardrunfastbekindsblog I decided I would make a separate post.
Last song:  with lyrics: Beautiful Boy by The Last Dinner Party (I found out about this band like two weeks ago and now I’m going through a phase I’m obsessed)
Without lyrics: I am ready by Kevin Kiner & Sean Kiner: from the bad batch season three soundtrack. Been listening to it a lot lately, as it feels pretty prevalent to the time of my life that I’m at
Favourite color: light pinks and baby blues
Last book/fic: the last book I finished was defy the storm, by Tessa Gratton (I’m getting closer and closer to being caught up on THR)
Fic: Mace Windu fixes the timeline (You should read it, it’s wonderful) 
Last movie: the rise of Skywalker (yes, I love the sequel trilogy and what about it 💅)
Last show: the bad batch... I’m re-watching, again... how predictable 🙄
Sweet/spicy/savory: I have a big sweet tooth, especially when it comes to chocolate
Relationship: single real life, but in love with countless fictional characters inside my head🤩
Last thing I googled: what does the quest cookies and cream protein bar taste like? (look, I have arfid. I can’t just buy new things to try without knowing exactly what I’m getting into first)
Current obsession: Star Wars, duh! Specifically clones and TBB, the Mandalorian and the high republic
I look forward to telling you: that if you’re reading this you’re wonderful
No pressure tags (and I’m sorry if you’re being tagged again)  @clonethirstingisreal @eobe @dystopicjumpsuit @sunshinesdaydream and anyone else who would like to.
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nenoname · 3 months ago
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Details in Stan's letter that still haunt me
(how long will I continue thinking about a two page letter that's technically not even that long because Stan's handwriting is fricking large? .....you don't need to worry about that.)
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The bro code only shows up in the Lost Journal pages, and to me Stan's message feels like it purposely echoes Ford's "miss you" in the college photo (and for some reason the message doesn't appear in the website version of the photo?) ....or alternatively Stan simply noticed how distressed Ford was about this entire thing and wanted to support him in a way so he can be sappy but without the kids knowing, or both!
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Stan's claim about the Oregon lottery contradicts what the Lost Legends website said about Tate McGucket's ability to predict the winning numbers!! ...but also breaking into the Lottery HQ is definitely a very Stan thing to do and it's not the first time small gags have been retconned
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Despite spending most of his letter nonchalantly destroying him, the taunt about ripping a dollar bill in half is the only part where Stan is directly responding to Bill. Maybe it's the two of them having similar ways of thinking but it's rather specific considering Bill taunts the reader about it...
And after Bill spends an entire book calling Ford Sixer despite normally using a pretty wide range of nicknames for him, Stan then spends his letter mainly referring to Ford as Sixer, even though post-Weirdmageddon he tends to use a mix of nicknames. And it's not like he'd gotten to see Bill himself for long, let alone see him steal that childhood nickname (that is only used twice in the actual show btw!). Did Ford tell him what happened or...?
With all this and the website's "still on your mind" message, what I'm getting at is my tinfoil hat theory of Stan somehow seeing some of the pages the irl readers saw, even when it should be personalised to the specific reader, and he's been lying about it for some reason. Considering that the book flat out doesn't make an attempt at convincing Soos, I find it a stretch that whatever Bill was telling Stan via the book was an attempt to convince him either.
Wouldn't be the first time Stan's skimmed through a book and lied about what it meant to him.
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(...Now I kinda wanna see a story about the family reading their versions of the book and making fun of it while Stan is improvising every single one of his pages and blatantly ignoring Bill's attempts to mock and taunt him)
But also I'm fascinated by the letters that only showed up on the website (aka the Soos+Wendy+McGucket+Pacifica ones). I'm assuming that Mabel had stuck them on after Stan's letter... but they were basically eaten by the book itself because seeing Stan's letter kick-started Bill's breakdown which takes up the rest of the book
#im wearing this tinfoil hat with pride i know something is up!!!!#like three things in one letter??? ...i mean the handwriting is another thing but for another reason that i already mentioned elsewhere#(of course i also love the idea of same coin theory being flat out the reason why stan's perceiving the book differently)#gf meta#stanley pines#stan pines#ford pines#book of bill#bill cipher#also i'm still kinda annoyed that pacifica got a letter over candy and grenda cos like.... she didn't really do anything in w3 lmao#meanwhile grenda literally ripped bill's eye out and the girls were the main ones holding him off!!! give them respect hirsch!!!!#they helped with the unicorn spell!!!! they're an extended part of the group!!!! they saved stan before!! give my girls respect!!!!!!#also some folks are assuming that the 'miss you' message was directed at mcgucket but if it was for him#i feel like it'd be scribbled on the page itself and not be part of college ford notes in the bg (and ford would use a different cipher)#mind you the photo itself is a day after he met mcgucket so there's no reason why ford would direct it at him#they literally just became besties!!!#and this is a ford recently estranged from his brother and is still trying to convince himself he only feels anger towards him#(i saw some saying that ford shared the bro code with mcgucket too and im ??? theres an entire page about him hiding his childhood stuff#i get there's the 'oh disney!!!' easter egg now but ford at that time was pretty touchy about anything regarding stan#(alex saying that if mcgucket had found his stan o war photo ford wouldve lied and#brushed it off as an inspiration to his career in science instead admitting that he's holding onto it cos he misses his twin)#plus he'd show another recent code that wasn't made by literally kids if he really wanted to share one imo#but also j3 is him using them to hide info from mcgucket!!!)#two sides of the same dollar bill#thisisnotawebsitedotcom
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arttsuka · 4 months ago
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I LOVE Teen Stan and Ford, it’s sad they don’t get drawn enough, so thank you so much!
Does Ford ever help Stan when he gets overstimulated? Or maybe when he has a rage response and suddenly starts crying and calls himself stupid?
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Here's the other post with Ford
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tea-time-terrier · 4 months ago
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Such a nice morning with the girls!
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mrmathmanwr · 11 hours ago
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okay, tbf, tbf, i gotta defend my dudes here. Inuyasha not only went back to Kikyo due to an INSANE amount of guilt he felt for more or less (in his mind) CAUSING HER DEATH, and wanting to reconcile and console (hope thats the right spelling) her, but also because she was already dead, and he cared too much for Kagome to see her hurt. He wanted to help Kikyo get revenge, and she was already dead as well, so maybe if she died, she’d find solace instead. 
I RANTED SO HARD, PLEASE FORGIVE ME.
Kikyo came back hating him, and as we saw in the flashback around chapter 47-ish iirc (one where he is telling the story of him and kikyo's relationship to Kaede) he probably would've felt horrible about this. When he offended Kikyo by saying "I'm not like you." He immediately followed it up by the line "Her face... It looked so utterly alone.... And for the first time in my life, I felt I had done something wrong." Now imagine this reaction, but instead of loneliness, it is sheer hatred. Wishing for nothing but to see you dead. This woman, your only solace in this world, the only person who doesn't see you as a monster, wishing for your death. Imagine that. 
now, going beyond that, he also wishes for this to never happen again to Kikyo, which I think is fair. The entirety of chapter 173 is dedicated to Inuyasha just saying “I don’t wanna see Kikyo have her life fucked over by Narkau again.” and his guilt is shown massively here too, or at very least it is in a line he says. “If he attacks you again… Who will protect you? I’m the only one you have!” He legit is saying “I would feel sole responsible if you died trying to kill Naraku.” He’s already failed her once, and he cannot STAND the thought of it happening twice.
That last part also loops back around to why he doesn’t want Kagome to be around while he’s still dealing with Kikyo, not only because he feels like shit for doing this to her, but also because, as Inuyasha said, he can’t afford her love. Not when love killed Kikyo. (GOD I FUCKING LOVE CHAPTER 176 AWORJAWIRJ) Literally, as he said, “I have to protect her, I have to give my life to Kikyo.” THEN, AS KAGOME HERSELF SAID TO IMMEDIATELY FOLLOW UP, “I know, I can’t compete against Kikyo. Because I’m… I’m still alive.” OMGOEJRAWIORJWAR. I say this with love, not malice, please, read chapter 176 of the manga. If you want, I can provide a link to it, but it alone I think perfectly encapsulates their relationship up to that point. (i am only on the early half of book 7, so I can’t say anything for beyond it.)
And I know you didn’t say this, but he always loved Kagome too. I feel like I really don’t need to explain, but there are SEVERAL occasions in the series where Inuyasha and Kagome only defeat the big bad evil trying to kill the because of their love for eachother. It could be argued that Inuyasha only killed the Thunder Brothers BECAUSE he loved Kagome, and seeing them die sent him into a blind rage, not to mention his reaction when he thought they died because of the thunder blast. The first time he unlocked his demon form was pretty much entirely because Kagome was about to be killed. I could go on but this rant is too fucking long and I am actively not eating tacos because of it.
LASTLY, just as a tiny footnote, I can’t entirely blame him for being salty over Koga. Koga tries to kill him and the gang, steals his girl (literally), puts her in IMMENSE DANGER (as stated previously, his biggest fear,) and then she seems flattered? Not to mention the other times he is constantly gawking over Kagome while FAILING TO PROTECT HER? All he sees him as is a danger to Kagome. still love my boy though, koga fucking rules.
And I am sorry if this whole rant seems angry, it’s not, my brain just wouldn’t let me not write this. Inuyasha’s guilt over Kikyo is something I find so fucking fascinating, and I couldn’t just let this fester and rot in my brain. It was like a tumor, pushing on my skull to get out. anyways i fucking love my dudes, and I hope this makes you love them a little bit more.
Kagome is so strong because I would lose my shit if I was nice to a guy and my crush were to start being jealous and angry and then he turns around and is still all over his former love.
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silverbastardgoldenfool · 10 days ago
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best New Year's Eve in forever cos my sister and I fucking FINALLY started watching Interview with the Vampire
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fictionadventurer · 10 months ago
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The Rosemary Tree is the first time I've had to put down a book so I could sob over how beautiful it was.
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wesavegotham · 1 year ago
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I don't feel like going through my blog to search for the post, but called it:
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And then they didn't even show Bruce or Dick's reaction to Damian getting kidnapped, only Barbara's pretty generic one.
Can someone tell DC's writers that it's kind of hard to care when not even the characters in the story have emotional reactions to what is happening? If you have someone's child getting kidnapped shouldn't we see the parent's reaction first?
Also the only "joke" the writer seems capable of making with Damian is that he's constantly getting told that he's a bad child/person, which is something I'm pretty tired of general but in this storyline it's especially annoying because so far Damian has contributed absolutely zero to the plot except for needing to be rescued by other people.
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