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something-tofightfor · 3 years ago

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Locked Down Part 5: The Truth

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x Female Reader

Word Count: 6,191

Rating: M. Language, mentions of COVID, some alcohol, some sex talk / relationship talk, Darren the director being an a-hole

Summary: You notice some things that others don’t, and when you mention them, shit hits the fan.

But Dieter also notices some things ... and comes clean about them when it matters most.

Author’s note:

I’m sorry this is up so late tonight, HOWEVER ... I forgot that it was Dieter Day, and had to switch gears from wrtiting to editing. Oops.

Also, this story officially hit 50k last night with part 8 complete ... so uh... yay?

Thank you all for the support so far!

Catch up on parts 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

The longer you worked on the movie, the more convinced you were that you were the only one in the crew that was paying attention to anything.

The actors were doing what they needed to do - multiple takes as directed, making the most out of the scripts that they had, trying to get used to being confined to the hotel and without a lot of the perks of their lifestyles that they’d gotten used to in Hollywood. Surprisingly, they seemed to be handling everything better than the rest of the crew, especially when compared to the way everyone else was behaving. And how focused they are… or aren’t.

You and Dieter continued to get closer as the days passed, and even though you hadn’t progressed to anything more than trading kisses and sleeping in each other’s rooms every so often, you were almost positive that everything was leading to it happening. You wanted it - and you thought that he still did, too, so you’d placed an order for a variety of things on Amazon, including condoms, just in case. Better safe than sorry, right?

As you spent more time on set, you found a rhythm, managing to capture a lot of really good content - and you worried less and less about filming what was perfect in favor of getting what felt right on camera. Just like you’d expected, the actors let their guard down, too, and you caught some candid moments - which your new boss had been thrilled with, if his email had been any indication.

But things weren’t always calm on set, and it only took you about a week and a half of real filming to realize that you couldn’t stand the man directing the movie. He was rude - and not just to the actors when it came to what he expected, but to the crew, too, berating them in a way that he framed as humorous ‘suggestion’, though there’d been more than one PA to run off set almost in tears. You steered clear of him whenever possible, hanging back and pointing your cameras at the action, but you knew that you’d captured some of his outbursts, as well as the general mood on set. Whoever edits this is going to have a field day.

Because you weren’t required to film constantly, you spent a lot of time just watching different takes, and that part was very interesting to you. Since you were behind the cameras and actual film crew, you were able to see what was going on both in person and through the screens. It gave you a unique vantage point - and kept you occupied throughout the long days of shooting, even when your own cameras were off. Everyone had a very different approach to their role, and watching how they all came together was fascinating to you - especially when it came to when and where the director yelled ‘cut’, and what was acceptable.

Tensions with the crew turned into tensions with the cast, and on multiple occasions, you found yourself locking eyes with Jenna, the two of you trading looks that conveyed the same frustrated emotions. You didn’t know what it was - the stress of filming in a pandemic, a limited crew or just very restrictive filming locations - but you hoped that if you ever got the chance to work on another movie, the conditions were much different.

In the middle of the second week, you began to keep track of the inconsistencies between takes, figuring it was a good way to keep yourself occupied.

It started with Krystal’s hairstyle and Carol’s boots being different on multiple occasions. From there, you noticed that Dustin’s recitation of the lines was always slightly different dialogue, and even Lauren’s wig was off at times. Sometimes it looked real, other times it looked like someone had picked it up from Party City and brought it straight to set without any styling. That’s something that looks better after an action sequence, at least.

You didn’t know what the reason behind the inconsistencies was, but you wondered why, if you noticed them, no one else seemed to. Maybe they just don’t care? And if that was the truth, that was the truth - it wasn’t your job to notice or bring it up. They have someone for that. And they did - not only did they have COVID compliance teams and set dec people along with wardrobe and makeup, but there was a pair of crew members that were in charge of continuity, and if they were getting paid for the job they weren’t doing, you certainly weren’t about to do it for free.

But that didn’t extend to Dieter, and you couldn’t keep your mouth shut as he stood a few feet from you and took sips from a water bottle while the crew reset a scene for another take. “You do realize that you’re saying ‘beasts’ differently every time it comes out of your mouth, right?” Turning your head toward him, you waited to see if he’d acknowledge you. “Multiple times in the same scene, too. And with whatever that accent is, it -” “Gonna give me shit about my accent?” He raised an eyebrow. “I -” “Yeah, I mean it’s weird, but if that’s what the character calls for, then it is what it is, but I mean…” You frowned. “The accent isn’t the problem. I’m telling you, ask to see the last take, and just listen. It sounds like you’re three different people trying to talk in the same conversation.” He stepped away from you, making his way over to the cameras and speaking to the woman that was sitting behind one of them for a few seconds. She nodded and he turned his attention to the screen, the man’s face illuminated in the glow of it.

When he walked back to you, Dieter’s arms were crossed over his chest and he looked annoyed. “You’re right.” He spoke and you realized that he wasn’t annoyed with you, which was a relief. “We watched the last couple takes, and you’re right. I need to fix that.” You stared at him, trying to figure out what to say, and noticed something else, too. “What now?” “You’re still wearing your earring, Dieter.” Pulling up the index of pictures on your camera, you flipped back to the previous day - and the first half of the scene that they were still attempting to finish shooting. “Didn’t have it in yesterday, and -” “Fucking Christ.” He threw his hands up, closing his eyes, and then reached for his earring, removing it. “Fucking amateurs. How the fuck did they not see that? This is…” He began mumbling, words only cutting off when he shoved the small gold hoop into your hand. “Keep this for me. Give it back later. I don’t want to lose it.”

“Where’s Jenna? She -” He glared at you, nostrils flaring, and you bit down on your lip, immediately going quiet. Ok, then. “I’ll give it back later, Dieter.” His expression softened at your tone, the man raising one hand to swipe at his face - and smearing his eyeliner in the process.

“FUCKING SHIT!” He yelled the words, startling everyone around the two of you, and your jaw dropped, fingers closing more tightly around your camera. “I need to go back to the makeup girls and get this fixed.” He looked at you again, annoyance clearly written on his face. “Anything else you noticed?”

“Um…” You shook your head, blinking rapidly. “No, not today. I -”

“Good.” He spun away from you, raising his voice as he headed to the doorway, calling out your name. “Thank you for actually giving a shit about your job.” When he was gone, you realized that everyone was looking at you. Thanks, Dieter.

“What was that about?” Carol was sitting in her chair, legs crossed. “Haven’t ever seen him get that pissed off before, what did you say to him?”

“I just …” You cleared your throat. “I pointed out that he wasn’t speaking consistently in character, and that he still had his earring in even though he didn’t have it in yesterday and it was the same -” The camera people began to scramble, and you stopped talking at the sight of so many people moving, the rest of the correction forgotten. Oh no. “I -”

But no one was listening to you, the director moving over to hover as he watched playback, too. “He’s not mad at you.” Jenna was standing by your side, her eyes kind behind the face shield she wore. “Dieter, I mean. If anything, I’m sure he appreciates that you’re paying attention.”

“It’s not him I’m worried about.” You laughed, motioning to the people that were all still moving, the director’s hands gesturing wildly. “I shouldn’t have said anything, I -” “No, you should have.” She shook her head, arms crossed. “I’ve been his assistant since the project before Hunger Strike. This shoot is a fucking disaster compared to that, and I don’t just mean all of the COVID protocols. I know people are doing their best, but fuck.” She went quiet for a few seconds. “Everything that gets caught now means fewer reshoots later, and in Dieter-time? That’s preferable. He didn’t even really want this kind of role, he -” “Yeah, he told me.” You spoke without thinking, sucking in a breath as you realized what you’d said. Shit. “We talk on the balconies sometimes, and -” “Oh, I know.” She murmured the words, giving you a knowing smile. “He tells me a lot of things.” She nudged you with her hip, laughing. “I know you’re friends.” Oh. “And I also know that you’re the one that kept him from texting me every fifteen minutes while we were isolating, because he had you right there to talk to.”

“Glad I could be of service.” She bit back a laugh, rolling her eyes. “This is crazy to me, Jenna. How are they not catching this stuff? I’m not even in the film industry, and -” “Most of them are locals.” She sighed, the two of you taking a few steps back to clear out of the way. “Which isn’t always a bad thing, but a lot of them have only worked on smaller productions before, where the continuity and stuff wasn’t a big issue. And this pandemic thing is a really difficult situation, you know? I hope it gets better, but Darren and his AD need to get their shit together, too.” Her watch beeped and she tilted her wrist so that she could look at it. “Shit. I need to go. I have a meeting with Dieter’s PR people in fifteen minutes, and then I have to make sure that his clothes are ready to go for the interviews.” Interviews?

“I’ll see you later, then.” You took a breath. “They’re about to start again, so I should pay more attention, anyway.” You said goodbye to the woman and she disappeared from your view, your gaze going back to the set where the actors were gathering. Dieter’s not back yet, though, he - But even as you had the thought, you felt someone passing by on your left, bumping into you and then steadying you with one hand.

“Sorry.” But there was a smile in his voice, and you felt his fingers flex against your back briefly, the simple motion confirming without a doubt that he’d run into you on purpose. Did he just want to touch me? He nailed the take - and the ones after it, the accent strong but not changing fluidly anymore. Good for you, Dieter.

From there, they reshot closeups of the man repeating some of his lines with the earring removed, and even though you tried to pay attention to other things, you couldn’t stop yourself from watching as he did it, the man approaching those takes as seriously as you’d ever seen him do anything.

At the end of the day’s shoot, Darren clapped his hands, calling for everyone’s attention. You figured that it meant actors and camera crew only, so you began to pack your stuff up, but stopped suddenly when you realized that he was speaking to you. “You. Girl with the camera. What’s your name?” Shit.

Turning to look at where they were all huddled, you told him, crossing your arms over your chest and waiting. What does he want with me? Everyone was staring at you again, and you forced yourself not to look at Dieter, instead keeping your eyes on the director.

“Since you so thoroughly pointed out that Mr. Bravo’s performance was lacking today, I thought I’d ask if you saw anything else that wasn’t up to your standards.” What? That isn’t… You didn’t know how to answer, your lips parting in surprise as you watched the man’s eyebrows shoot up, the expression almost comical behind the face shield he wore. “Well? Was there anything else in your expert opinion that -”

“Darren, come on.” It was Carol that spoke up first, the woman sighing. “She had a legitimate -” “I’m waiting.” He watched you, unblinking, and you were stunned by the cruel expression in his eyes. He’s doing this because he wants to remind me that I’m not actually working to make the movie, that … Your eyes flicked over to Dieter and you saw that he was glaring at the other man, no trace of warmth on his face. “What other mistakes did we make?”

“I…” You swallowed. “Look, I’m not trying to cause problems, I just saw it when I was filming, and pointed it out, so -” “Saw what?” He took a step closer to you, almost as though he was challenging you. “You heard something, and one man’s earring was -” He pursed his lips, crossing his arms. “You’ve made comments about the quality of my crew’s work already, so -” “Krystal’s hair isn’t always the same.” You straightened your shoulders. “And Carol’s been going back and forth between two different pairs of boots, which is pretty noticeable.” You saw her glance down at the same time Krystal reached up to touch the pigtails she wore. “And Lauren’s wig doesn’t always look -” “How are you able to see all of these things and do whatever it is that you’re doing at the same time?” He was angry, his arms dropping to his sides and his fingers curling. “Maybe if you paid attention to what your job is, you -” “Maybe if the people on the damn set that were getting paid to do this shit were doing what they were supposed to, she wouldn’t have to fucking point it out for them.” Dieter finally spoke up, sidestepping Lauren and Dustin to get Darren’s attention. “She’s fucking watching us, man. Isn’t it better that someone catches it now?” He scoffed. “This might not be a theatrical release, but Jesus, can we all start acting like goddamn professionals?”

It was silent in the room, everyone’s attention off of you and on Dieter, the man squaring off with the director. I shouldn’t have said anything. “Dieter’s right.” Krystal spoke up, saying the director’s name. “It’s only been a couple weeks, we haven’t shot a ton, so -” “Is he?” Darren turned on the girl, hands going to his sides. “So you think that he knows better than -” “We’ll go through the dailies.” The assistant director spoke up, stepping into the center of the group and holding her hands up. “We’ll make sure everything looks like it needs to, and we can schedule pickups starting next week if we need them.” She turned her head to look at you. “Thank you for noticing. We’ve all been working hard and trying to figure this all out, and -” “You don’t need to thank me.” Holding up your camera, you moved your head from side to side. “I was just doing my job, and I -” “Congratulations, that means more work for everyone.” Darren barked out a laugh, clapping his hands. “Hope you’re all happy.” He stormed out of the room, swearing under his breath and for long moments, no one spoke. Oh, I’m going to get fired. I’m -

“Well that was fun.” Carol laughed, tossing her hair over one shoulder. “Way to go with pissing off the director. I wouldn’t want to be you for the rest of this shoot.” You didn’t know how to react and so you didn’t, watching silently as everyone started to file out of the room, casting looks in your direction. Some of them just looked tired, while others - like Sean and Dustin - looked angry.

“Fuck.” You exhaled, fingers tightening around the body of your camera. I was just trying to…

“Wanna get a drink?” Dieter was next to you, though he kept distance. “I know you can’t taste it, but I thought I’d ask. Figured you’d need to calm down a little.” You wanted to - you really did - but at the same time, you were feeling defeated, and so you shook your head, meeting his eyes. “What?”

“Dieter, I shouldn’t have said anything. I didn’t mean to make it a big deal, but -” “No, you definitely should have.” He scoffed. “This is Film 101. They know better. You shouldn’t know better, but you did. Our fuckin’ names are attached to this project, too, and the last thing any of us wanna see is Twitter dissecting the fact that I’ve got an earring and then I don’t, or that Krystal’s got different hair, or that Carol somehow switched out her fuckin’ boots in the middle of running through the woods.” He ran a hand through his hair, smoothing the already styled locks back. “Don’t apologize for this. Gonna mean some reshoots, but it won’t be a big deal.”

“If you say so.” You shrugged. “But I’m still going to decline that drink. You already stuck up for me today, so that’s probably enough of us -” “We can be friends, y’know.” He tilted his head to one side. “Let me get you a drink as a thanks for pointing out all of my character’s faults.” He winked at you, and you were done - there was no way that you could say no, no possible option to turn him down.

“Fine.” You let out a breath. “I should eat something first, though. I didn’t get lunch today.”

“We’ll do that, too.” He pointed over his shoulder. “I just gotta go change and get out of this makeup, and then we can eat.” Are you sure? Silently, you questioned him. “Yes.” Dieter gave you a single nod. “Trust me. Meet me in the main bar in like 20 minutes.” He started to walk away but you called out for him, hand digging into your pocket for his earring. “Almost forgot about that. Thank you.”

He left you standing in the room, the rest of the crew milling around as they broke parts of the set down, and after a few seconds to compose yourself, you headed out the door, too. I’ll put my camera and stuff back in my room, drop the weekly footage off, and then go down to the dining room. I have plenty of time. You didn’t know if it was a good idea, but there was only one way to find out.

—

Before meeting Dieter, you’d also found time to change clothes, but not into anything special - just a comfortable sweater and a different pair of jeans. You stopped short at putting makeup on, but did attempt to fix your hair before stuffing your phone and room key into your back pocket and putting your mask back over the lower part of your face. I’m not trying too hard, but … I’m trying a little.

You weren’t nervous - you figured that a lot of the crew and cast would have opted for catering or to eat in shifts as they finished work for the day, which meant that there wouldn’t be a ton of people staring at you while you ate. And that’s good, because I don’t want rumors. It was one thing to be cordial to each other - to meet for a drink - but you knew that if too many people could hear your conversation, they’d start to assume things.

You were partially right, and most of the tables were empty. But when you stepped into the lounge, you saw that Dieter was sitting at the bar, the two stools next to his open. Of course. Anika was behind the wide, wooden bar again, a giant smile on her face as she poured him a drink, Dieter laughing his way through a story. It looked like he was flirting with the girl, and in the moments you spent walking across the room and toward him, you realized that that man was more like the Dieter that everyone else saw than the one you knew. Interesting. Stopping a few feet away, you cleared your throat. “Hey.”

He turned immediately, his smile widening, and even though you saw the woman freeze out of the corner of your eye, she didn’t say anything - until you moved to sit down. “You need to keep a distance between yourselves. Six feet is -” “We’re on set together all day. It’s fine, Anika.” He waved her off. “And she’s already had COVID, so I think it’ll be alright.” The girl was fuming, and you could tell that she wanted to say something else - but managed to keep the smile on her face, locking eyes with you and asking if she could get you anything. Oh, she hates me.

“Vodka cranberry, please.” You figured that being polite was the right call, so you gave her a smile, too, after removing your mask and setting it on the bartop. “And is there a menu? I’m hungry, and -” “There is.” Dieter passed one to you, using his free hand to point at the blonde. “She gave it to me as soon as I sat.” Of course she did. Taking it from him, you eyed the offerings and decided on your dinner while the girl got your drinks. One those were to you, you ordered, and Dieter did the same, the same grin on his face that had been there when you walked in. But it doesn’t reach his eyes. When she stepped away to take them to the kitchen, he finally looked at you, and with shock, you realized that at the change in focus, the smile was genuine. “She really doesn’t like you.” “She doesn’t.” Fingers wrapping around your glass, you lifted it. “And I think it’s because of you.”

“Me?” He laughed, taking a drink of his beer. “Why?” A lot of reasons.

“Oh, come on.” You raised an eyebrow, drying your lower lip with your tongue. “She’s young and pretty. She knows she’s gonna be here with you for months while you work. It’s common knowledge that you’re single and that you… look. The staff is really limited, Dieter, which means she’s going to see you a lot, and get to talk to you, so -”

“Oh, you’re talking about a convenience fuck.” He took another drink - that one longer - and swallowed it along with a laugh. “Yeah, because that’s a good idea in a pandemic.”

“I don’t blame her.” You cleared your throat, a tiny jut of your chin letting him know that she was coming back. “It’s a good setup.Very low stakes.” It is. And there’s so much I could read into that statement from him, I don’t even know where to start. If he considered the girl a potential convenience fuck and she was in basically the same position you were with him, then what were you? Nothing? “Thank you for backing me up today. I don’t know why he was so -” “I do.” Dieter snorted, wrinkling his nose. “You being able to pick out that shit means that the people he’s got working on the actual movie aren’t doing their jobs. He shouldn’t have ridden your ass so hard about it, but he was frustrated.” Dieter waved one hand in front of him and your attention was drawn to it - and the way his sleeves were rolled up and pushed back, his forearms entirely visible - the black triangle tattoo on one of them standing out and catching your eye. “Those are good catches. I’m glad you saw ‘em.” He took a breath, shifting in his seat to look around the room, which was cozily lit, though it had emptied out some. “And I’ll be honest with you, I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking when I picked that accent, but now I’m stuck with it.”

That broke the final bit of tension, and you laughed out loud, covering your mouth with one hand. At the sound, you caught another glare from the woman behind the bar, but when Dieter kept speaking, you chose to ignore her, instead giving the man your full attention, the smile never leaving your face. Why not? I’m gonna make the most of this.

—

You walked back to your room alone after dinner, but it was by choice. As you and Dieter had finished eating, Carol, Dustin, Howie and Lauren walked in, the four of them immediately heading over to where the two of you sat and interrupting your conversation. All four of them together? I wonder if Lauren and Carol know about each other.

They’d said hello, but then turned their attention to the bar - and to Dieter, only the older woman making any effort to keep you in the conversation. Even that had only lasted a few minutes, and gracefully, you’d said goodnight to your friend, digging into your wallet and dropping a bill on the bartop to cover the blonde woman’s tip. Kill ‘em with kindness.

He’d looked disappointed for a few seconds, but then told you to have a good night, thanking you again for catching the mistakes earlier, the sentiment echoed by the other actors, who actually sounded genuine instead of upset. You made it as far as the lobby elevator before your phone went off, the text from Dieter short but to the point: Don’t go to sleep.

It was barely 9, so you didn’t think that it would be difficult to complete that request. You filled your time with gathering laundry, straightening your bedroom and bathroom, and checking all of the emails that you’d received that day. It was a lot, especially after a full day of work, but getting things done that night meant that you had the entire weekend free. It’s a fair trade. Finally done, you began scrolling through Instagram again, surprised to see that Jenna had followed you, sending a message with her phone number. You added her back and then sent a text over, letting her know that it was you.

You didn’t think she’d respond, and so you set your phone down, moving over to the balcony doors and pulling the curtains shut. You didn’t do it all the time, but since Dieter had made peeking around the wall and into your room - or even showing up on your balcony unannounced - habit, you always shut the drapes when you were changing. And when I don’t feel like dragging everything into the bathroom.

You undressed, adding those clothes to the dirty pile, and then dug through your drawers, trying to decide what to sleep in. He didn’t say not to get comfortable, he just said not to go to sleep. Choosing a tank top and a pair of shorts, you pulled them on - along with a pair of socks - and returned to the bed, finally turning the TV on and beginning to flip through channels.

It didn’t take long for you to start feeling drowsy, the remote heavy in your hand, but before you could nod off, your phone vibrated next to you, another text from Dieter popping up: Come over? You typed back, asking if he meant you to his room or him to yours, and were met with a photo reply: Dieter in his room, the pillow behind his head. Is he serious? It hadn’t been that long - maybe an hour and a half, and you didn’t think that he would have gotten sloshed in that time, meaning that he was very serious.

You typed back, telling him to give you a minute, and then hopped out of bed after dropping your phone onto the mattress, running into the bathroom to brush your teeth.

You were getting good at climbing over the dividing wall, and when you knocked on the man’s balcony door, he met you there, fingers closing around your wrist and pulling you all the way into the room - and flush against his body. “Dieter, what -”

“I’ve been trying to get back here to you for an hour,” he murmured, lips moving against your hair as his hands went to your waist. “Dustin doesn’t fucking shut up.” You laughed, winding your arms around his neck. “Hey.” He said your name, telling you to look at him, and you pulled back enough so that you could do so. “Before you ask, no, I’m not drunk. Or high.”

“I wasn’t going to ask, Dieter. It’s none of my b-” He cut you off with a hard kiss, mouth pressed to yours, and you stopped trying to talk. Instead, you lifted one hand to bury your fingers in his hair, the other firmly settled on his shoulder. Fuck. “Dieter, what are you -”

“D’you know what I like about you?” He was backing up, leading you toward the bed. “Shit like today. You don’t just watch because you’re staring at me or at any of ‘em because we’re actors. You’re watching because you care. Because you want to do a good job, and because you notice things.” He kissed you again before dropping down onto the bed and pulling you between his legs, the man looking up at you. “You didn’t tell me that shit about my accent, or notice those fucking boots to prove a point, you did it because …” He was kneading the flesh of your hips with both hands, fingertips beneath the bottom hem of your top though his palms still weren’t touching you. “You did it because you see fuckin’ everything. Just like you saw through me in ten goddamn seconds when we first talked.”

“Dieter…” You were breathing hard, eyes locked on his face. “Slow down. Slow down, and -” He urged you to sit and so you did, turning sideways and hooking your legs over both of his. “Where is this coming from?”

“I don’t know.” He wet his lips, eyes still on your face. “I was trying not to do this, trying not to …” He ran his hand over your leg, palm hot against the top of your thigh. “I meant it about not just hooking up with someone out of convenience. I do that shit enough at home, I don’t want to do it here.” You thought of the box of condoms that was safely tucked next to the remnants of the joint he’d rolled you. Guess I won’t be using those. “Don’t want to do that with somebody like you.”

You couldn’t stop your expression from falling at that declaration from him. Like me. He means… someone not like him. “Ok. Then why am I -” “No, I don’t mean it like that. I mean someone that deserves someone a lot fuckin’ better than me. Someone that isn’t just looking to fuck an actor and get a story or get their name out there. Someone that isn’t just batting their eyelashes and flashing their tits to get into bed with me and me letting it happen because I wanna get laid bad.” He groaned, and you realized that while he was talking, you’d started combing your fingers through his hair, urging the curls back and over his ears. Oops. “You haven’t done any of that shit, and that’s what usually works on me. And instead I can’t stop thinking about how you work and what you see, and how fucking thorough you -” “Dieter… are you trying to tell me you have a …” You pressed your lips together and then leaned closer, mouth next to his ear. “A competence kink?” It was his turn to freeze, one of the man’s hands pausing on your leg, his other one halfway up your back, beneath your shirt. Bingo. “Well, shit.” Backing off and looking into his eyes, you gave him a chance to answer, the look in his eyes one of being genuinely stunned at your question - and the potential implication. Believe me, I’m just as shocked.

“I… guess so.” He narrowed his eyes. “Never really thought about it before, but…” Something changed then, the look in his eyes switching from shock to acceptance, his face smoothing out as the smile reappeared on his lips. “Fuck, a couple weeks with you and I -” Your heart was pounding, and you made a decision - one that you didn’t know whether or not you’d regret as soon as the words left your mouth.

“I bought condoms. They’re in my room. I know that you said that you didn’t want to do anything just because it was convenient, but I swear to you, it wouldn’t be taking advantage of a situation, beecause -” “I bought some too, after the other night.” He slid his hand higher, the back of your shirt lifting as it caught on the bracelet he wore on his wrist. “Just to have ‘em. Just in case.” You sucked in a breath, waiting. “I can’t promise you anything, I want to be honest about that. I don’t… this is all -” “No promises, Dieter. I don’t need any.” You closed your eyes. “Except… except that whatever happens can’t make the rest of this shoot awkward. We’ve still got months here, and if whatever happens between us makes it impossible to work together, or makes it harder to stay in adjoining rooms, I won’t do it. I like this job, and I like being here, and -” And I like you too much to lose you. “No promises but that. I can agree to that.” He smirked at you, tilting his head. “We’ve been sleeping in the same bed a couple nights a week for a while now, and nothing’s different, right?” Right. “Stand up.” You did as he asked, the man rising from the bed and standing in front of you. “D’you wanna stay in here or go back to your room?”

“Here’s fine.” Your heart was beating quickly but it wasn’t racing, and you were astounded at how calm you were. “Puts an extra room between us and Lauren, so -” His eyebrows rose at that, lips spreading into a grin that showed off both his teeth and the tip of his tongue poking between them. “What?” “You need that buffer, hmm? You gonna be loud?” He touched you again, hand immediately moving beneath your shirt and over your stomach, the palm of the other one resting along the side of your throat. “Are you -” “That depends on you, Bravo.” With both hands, you reached out, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal more of his chest, your fingertips trailing over his skin and the smattering of freckles there. “And you’ve gotta remember … I’m not an actress, so…” Dieter used the hand on your neck to tilt your head back, putting your lips into perfect position and then kissing you soundly, urging you to part them for him with the bite of his teeth. Who am I to keep him waiting? Opening your mouth, you licked at his lips, catching the man by surprise - and when he slid his tongue against yours, you couldn’t hold back a moan, the way he was touching you combined with the way he was kissing you too much to handle all at once. But it’s happening, so I have to.

It was different than the previous kisses, and that was partially because you knew that he wasn’t going to stop, that it was going to lead somewhere - and you both wanted it. Whatever else it was, it spurred him on, Dieter pulling you closer and kissing you as though he wanted to devour you. I’d let him, I think. Humming into his mouth, you ran your fingers through his hair, pulling on the ends and trying to focus.

He broke the kiss, once again moving his mouth over the skin of your cheek and jaw and then taking the lobe of your ear between his teeth, the sting sharp. “You won’t have to act.” His tone low and deep, Dieter groaned, his hips rocking against yours. “So I guess that’s another promise I can make you.” We’ll see, you thought, though you didn’t vocalize it. “Get in the bed.” He let you go suddenly, and even though you tried to keep your attention on his face, you couldn’t help looking down, finding that there was a visible bulge in his pants, the material near the closure straining. “Gotta go grab that box, and …” He reached toward you again, fingertips moving over your hairline and down toward your temple, his touch soft. “And then we’re gonna see what happens.”

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thosch3i · 3 years ago

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Hi hi! So the lost tombs and chronology all super confuse me. So tlt2 ended on a cliffhanger that was not resolved by tlt3 which is ultimate note, but now there is another tlt3 that I am guessing is made by the same studio as tlt2 (but not UN) that actually follows tlt2? And it has the same WPZ as tlt2 (but sadly different WX, ZQL though I’m sure these guys are great). You seem to know what you’re talking about so I’m hoping you can help!

UN also ended on a cliff hanger so I’m wondering if they’ll get a sequel from their studio that comes before tomb of the sea.

ahhh hello anon! yes ahaha the dmbj dramas are certainly very confusing--because they keep switching the screenwriters/entire production team between dramas. huanrui did tlt1 (2015), tlt2 (2019), and the sequel to tlt2 (2021). they're also technically the production company for un (2020), but linghe did like all the directing/casting/writing so its significantly different in tone and quality from the other dramas huanrui produced. npss (dmbj author) did sha hai (2018) and tltr (2020), with sha hai being in collab with linghe, so you can see lots of parallels with un and shared cast. (gonna add that i dont know much about the m9 because that’s not what im personally interested in, so i’m only going by stories with wu xie & the iron triangle.)

unfortunately, the dramas pretty have no continuity as a result of all the weird shit and multiple studios doing different dramas and messy stuff going on behind the scenes. the author's production company currently has all the rights back for filming future dramas, which is......imo, a good thing for book fans who love the author but a 😬 thing for book fans who like the original story more than what the author is now doing with it. I'll uh avoid saying too much opinion stuff though so no more on that 😅

that aside! yes 云顶天宫 “explore with the note” part 2......is the direct sequel to tlt2 and done by the same studio. unfortunately the writers are different and im not sure how much of the production team is the same either. idk how much you know about the novels so brief summary here--for the chinese version, the main story has 9 parts split among 8 books (though the official eng tls have each part being a different book) with some important content being as follows:

official eng title “cavern of blood zombies” (first time wx goes into a tomb, first t3j meeting)

official eng title “angry sea, hidden sands” (xisha seabed tomb, introduce a-ning)

official eng title “bronze tree of death” (bronze tree in qinling, wx & lao yang solo adventure)

official eng title “palace of doom” (heavenly palace on the clouds, introduce bronze gate)

official eng title “deadly desert winds” (golmud, introduce hei xiazi, desert, rainforest, tamutuo)

official eng title “graveyard of a queen” (the rest of that arc, wu sanxing & xie lianhuan reveal, jade meteorite, amnesiac xiaoge and escape, sanshu vanishes for good--also i think the official eng tl covers a couple chapters of the beginning of the next part too)

阴山古楼 (searching for xiaoge’s memories in banai, miluotuo cave, i think introduction of wu erbai)

邛笼石影 (auction/hotel iron triangle fight, introduce xiao hua & xiuxiu, wx & xh on the mountains alone while pz & xg go with granny huo)

finale (rescue from zhang family mansion, changbai mountain goodbye, 10 years promise)

after the main story are the main sequels:

zang hai hua (tibetan sea flower; unfinished & abandoned) covers wu xie a few years after xiaoge has entered the gate, searching to understand xiaoge’s past

sha hai (tomb of the sea; unfinished & abandoned) covers wu xie’s plan to wipe out the wang family, after zhh

chongqi (reunion: the sound of the providence) covers wu xie’s lung disease and how he recovers from that, set after they pick up xiaoge again from the bronze gate. thunder city and everything.

灯海寻尸&万山极夜 (still updating on wechat) don’t worry about this one since it’s still a WIP lol

btw between sha hai and chongqi there’s also ten years later (a short story) that covers how wu xie and pangzi pick up xiaoge from the bronze gate and take him home

the dramas Do Not Connect To Each Other At All, which the exception of tlt2 & tlt2 pt2 somewhat, but they go in this order:

盗墓笔记 / the lost tomb 1 (2015): covers part 1 but with major OCs and filler, and includes the auction scene from part 8 for some reason, so introduces xiao hua early.

怒海潜沙&秦岭神树 / the lost tomb 2 (2019) technically “explore with the note”: covers parts 2 & 3 but with major OCs and filler, introduces xiao hua & xiuxiu (and hei xiazi briefly) early. last couple episodes also cover the beginning of part 4. not a direct sequel to tlt1 despite being done by the same studio.

云顶天宫 / heavenly palace on the clouds (2021) technically also “explore with the note”: covers part 4 with major OCs and filler (and the same changes carrying over from tlt2). some episodes are identical to the last couple episodes of tlt2. works as a direct sequel only if you ignore the last couple episodes of tlt2 that take place in the snowy mountains. (those episodes of tlt2 were filmed after this drama was filmed, and im still not sure why they dragged the wu xie and xiaoge from tlt2 back to changbai mountain to film those episodes.)

终极笔记 / ultimate note (2020): covers parts 5-8 with minor OCs and minimal filler, also introduces xiao hua & xiuxiu early. the only adaptation that resembles its source material most of the time.

沙海 / tomb of the sea (2018): covers the second sequel with major OCs and filler. includes some bits from zhh and the short story “three days of silence”.

重启之极海听雷 / the lost tomb reboot (2020): covers third sequel with major OCs and filler.

in addition there is the prequel series mystic nine (2016) and side movies for the dramas that the author produced. there is also a single standalone movie--time raiders (2016) that is....well it’s. very strange. it’s fully subbed on youtube if you’re interested?

the best way to watch the dramas is to assume each one is its own self-contained AU set along different points of the dmbj timeline because even the dramas the author himself worked on don’t have continuity LOL (and with the exception of ultimate note & sha hai most of the time, also assume most characters are pretty OOC from the novels).

i uh regret to inform you though, that ultimate note will not be getting a sequel unless the author magically decides to not care about making money anymore and sells the rights to film the finale to linghe or something ^^;;;; it’s....unfortunate bc un is the most highly-rated dmbj adaptation on douban by A Lot, but it’s an adaptation that the author had literally nothing to do with whatsoever.

more information on some of the side movies/stage plays/manhua/donghua here.

summaries of the main novel stories (currently through zhh) here.

edited mtl (some of which has apparently been looked over by native cn speakers) of the novels following where official eng tls end here. (there are many scattered extras as well.)

you can get the official eng tl books/ebooks on amazon or elsewhere(?), but if you have problems purchasing them or like you just dont wanna support amazon or something, dm me off anon. (also i dont want to be mean but frankly the official tls are kinda bad too ^^;;;)

a rough timeline (spoilers galore) for the dmbj novels here. (fair warning im not 100% sure how accurate all of this is--they put three days of silence as 1991 but looking at the info in zhh, it seems like it should have been before the 1950s...but it’s more than fine as a general overview.)

anyway i hope that was helpful in some way? dmbj is a Very Confusing thing to get into ahahaha, one of my twitter mutuals has made a few carrds if you think they might be helpful: book, dramas (slightly out of date bc it says heavenly palace hasn’t aired yet), ultimate note (got its own carrd by virtue of being the only adaptation aside from sha hai sometimes that most og book fans acknowledge lol ^^;;;)

also anon if anything wasn’t clear or if you had more questions feel free to ask again sorry ahahaha im kinda tired rn @.@

#dmbj #shouting into the void #ask #anon #....im kinda tired bc i just finished watching ydtg so i hope that doesnt come across *too much* in this post LOL #and its probably obvious which adaptation im biased towards but after reading the novels i cant really help it

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hotarutranslations · 2 years ago

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Live Broadcast Decided--!

Evening

Aired on 9/3 (Sat) "Ara Ara Kashiko" Ishida Ayumi Goes~ ~Kessenuma Platinum Kabocha ver.~

It will also air on, 10/2 (Sun) 1:25PM~ "Sundays Ara Kashi" 🎃

By all means please watch it!

Today, 9/30 is,

12th generation 8 year anniversary 🎉

Congratulations~~~~~

Looking back on when the 12th generation had just joined, I was surprised like, they were so young! I'm looking at a lot of older sisters now!

Thank you as always 😌🍀

Tomorrow, the weekend has finally arrived, There is a concert in Tachikawa but!

I'm also looking forward to this and that song those 3 will sing 🤭❤️

I feel like there has been a lot of time since the first day 😕 I want to have live soon---

On TACHIKAWA STAGE GARDEN, Sat and Sun! Thank you very much for your support!

Again from yesterday, Thank you very much! From the Instalive!

I said myself that I wanted to do it--, I wanted to prepare streamers and cake, And I talked about incorporating dance, and such, I was thinking of things like buwa-- but 🤦‍♀️ lol I had fun, did you have fun.....!

Suddenly,

Harunan and Duu live called me, Really thank you, you two-- 😭💛🧡

Maa, came over lol Thank you-- 💚

When I calmed down, I didn't think there was any content...... 🤦‍♀️ Nah but listening, I wanted to be like, Its the 11th anniversary! Yay! That was the main theme so, if I think about it that way, thats how the stream was←

...... 😕

🤣💙 lol

I was trying to let you know, but I forgot to tell you to watch #HelloProDanceAcademy ⚠️

I was trying to talk about it, the picture I posted just before was me smiling with a cake, I forgot to explain why I was smiling like that, .....I'll explain someday ⚠️

Even though I really wanted to dance, I kinda didn't really dance at all...... ⚠️ Moreover I waiting for the call while talking, Everything I was talking about was fluffy ⚠️

Thank you for your questions ⚠️

It was kind of burning a lot of calories!? lol

Also, there was lag between the comments and the stream, It seems there was quite a bit of you like that on the stream 💥

Even though the comments will be there on the archive...... 😕

I also wanted to respond slowly to the comments, The clothes were cute, right, they were hand me downs from Takahashi Ai-san 💛 The kind of have a party vibe 💛

Yeah, thats how it was 🙃 I'll send it to the cleaners soon 🙃 Don't say anything 🙃

Its ok it didn't stain white!!!!!!

But, I heard many voices of enjoyment, that is what really makes me the most happy so,

Thank you very much again, to the many people who watched it 🐣

Ah, I really forgot about the running time but, I think the ending was perfect 😎💚 ←

Thank you very much towards 12 years as well!!!!

I'll also post this on my blog 💛💙💚🧡💜

Also everyone, Tonight #HelloProDanceAcademy is airing,

The new member will be decided!!!

I'm assuming some of you haven't seen it yet, so I'll write that you should watch the show but, You can watch it on Amazon prime!

Everyone ins OCHA NORMA was wonderful 😌🎉

By all means thank you very much, for your support towards the show from now on too!

Ohh?

Angerme's Takeuchi Akari Major Debut 11 Year Anniversary Special Show! Takeuchi Live From Morning! 2 ~Ishida And Kishimoto~

10/13 (Thurs) 9:00~2:30AM (Live Broadcast)

fufufu 😎🎉

see you ayumin <3

https://ameblo.jp/morningmusume-10ki/entry-12767059524.html

#Ishida Ayumi #Morning Musume '22 #Morning Musume #Iikubo Haruna #Sato Masaki #Kudou Haruka #Oda Sakura #Hello! Project #Translation #Blog

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winnipegpatty · 4 years ago

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hockey is [not] for everyone

and until it is, here’s what we can do to help change it.

UPDATE: While I was writing this, there have been reports that the NHL will be postponing games tonight (8/27) and tomorrow (8/28) which is GOOD. But I still think this information is important, and so I”m going to still share it.

UPDATE 8/28: It’s been brought to my attention that Evander Kane (a co-head of the HDA) has sexual assault accusations against him from the past and is also very hateful towards black women, and does not support black women. I wholly, unequivocally support everything that the Hockey Diversity Alliance is doing, even with his involvement, but I do not support Evander Kane, his actions, or his treatment of women of color. I was asked to bring this to attention on this post so that other hockey fans of color could know his past and steer clear of him. I will, for just transparency sake and also extra information let you know who the guys are that are involved in the HDA so you can support them, and not Evander, and also link social medias where I could find them.

Akim Aliu (co-head), Evander Kane (co-head), Trevor Daley, Anthony Ducalir, Matt Dumba, Nazem Kadri, Wayne Simmonds, Chris Stewart, and Joel Ward

okay, so like most of you i’m incredibly disheartened, upset, and frankly angry at the NHL’s lack of stance against racism over the past two days. For a league that made such a huge show of wanting to “end racism” they have yet again shown themselves to not only be “last to the party” as Matt Dumba put it, but literally not even AT the party.

full disclosure: i’m a white fan who in no way shape or form is trying to come off as an expert here, but simply trying to create some actionable steps to try and help Change Hockey Culture, like I know all of us here on hockeyblr want to do. I know I woke up this morning feeling a bit like “well, what now?” and i don’t have all the answers, but i wanted to take a moment to highlight some of the ways i feel like we can help or further the conversation. if you have things you’d like to add to the list, feel free to do so or to message me and i’ll edit the post.

The Hockey Diversity Alliance: pretty sure we all know what it is at this point, but they “strive to create sustainable change on all levels of hockey. At the top, [they] will educate and encourage accountability from our leagues and leaders. At the grassroots level, we will work to ensure hockey is accessible to anyone who loves the game.”

How can you support them?

1. follow them on instagram and twitter if you aren’t already. they’re sharing their latest efforts on there and also you can share some of their quotes/posts/etc on your own feed to raise awareness of the HDA

2. Shop their merch: proceeds go towards their initiative.

3. Donate here: you can find a general breakdown of what they support with those funds here

4. Also, tell the NHL that you support the HDA and want them to be fully supported and backed by the NHL, and brought into the forefront of the conversation to change hockey culture. The HDA has sent the NHL a list of requests, tell the NHL that you support these and would like them to honor these requests!

Black Girl Hockey Club: “The mission of Black Girl Hockey Club is to inspire and sustain passion for the game of hockey within the Black community, specifically with our mothers, sisters, daughters and friends.”

What are they doing and What can you do?

1. They have a scholarship for black girls ages 9-18, information about it can be accessed here if you know someone who could benefit from the scholarship program.

2. They regularly are posting educational information

3. Donate here

4. They also sell cute stickers

5. Follow them on Instagram and Twitter

Soul On Ice: this is a documentary that has to do with black player’s role within the game of Hockey. You can find it on iTunes, Amazon, and Google Play. You can rent it for $2.99. It is also available in Canada for free on the CBC Gem app!

Boycott the NHL

1. if you watch their games legally, stop.

2. if you have one of their subscriptions, here’s how you can cancel it

3. Unfollow the official nhl and nhl pr accounts if you are following them currently

4. tell them that you support the BLM movement as well as the HDA. Support the voices of Wayne, Matt, and other players from the HDA who are calling on the NHL to hault playoffs.

5. don’t live blog or tweet anything about the games.

6. hold white players who have previously claimed their allyship accountable (in a respectable manner, don’t go harass people).

6. sign this petition asking the NHL to pause playoffs

7. support the Seattle Kraken Instagram page. They have posted in solidarity with Jacob Blake and against Police Brutality, and have posted a link to resources here. These resources vary from voter registration, to volunteer, to local seattle organizations, to hockey related resources as well. it is a good, comprehensive starting place so check it out, and send them some love on instagram because they are receiving a LOT of hate. They are currently, to my knowledge, the only team that has taken this stand. (Other teams have made statements since the postponement of games, but I haven’t see any offer resources like this!)

Time to Dream Foundation : this is a foundation founded by HDA Co-founder and NHL Alumnus, Akim Aliu. They strive to make youth sports, including hockey, more accessible and affordable for all kids. You can Donate Here

Check out Akim Aliu’s CBS This Morning interview about the HDA.

Read Akim’s article in the Players Tribune if you haven’t already.

#hockey #nhl #hockey diversity alliance #change hockey culture #nhl playoffs 2020 #resources

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write-haikyuu · 5 years ago

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Quarantine things (ft. Yamaguchi Tadashi, Tsukishima Kei, Ushijima Wakatoshi & Kita Shinsuke) | headcanon

Quarantine has been forcing me to be productive with school but I’ve been having all these spurs of ideas in my head. So I wanted to write this before I forget it, and so I can feel like I did something today before I work on more essays and hw. :)

Also, side note I’ve been doing Yoga with Adriene to help with my chronic back pain. PEOPLE! If you want start yoga during quarantine I 11/10 recommend her channel on YouTube. Stay healthy and stay safe <3

Yamaguchi Tadashi

You notice how much he’s willing to try new things, now that time has freed up.

Baking croissants, juicing veggies and fruits, rummaging through the pantry to make dinner with boxed food (because he wants to make sure you both only go grocery shopping when you absolutely have to).

When it is time to go out to the public, he makes sure you both glove up, sanitize, and wear bandanas with sunglasses (at the market).

You know those Korean grandmas that wear those sleeves and visors?

Yep. You two are that couple.

“Grab the box from the inside Y/N!!” He’s sneaky like that

He’s paranoid, but he still wants to make sure you both use this time to spend quality moments together ...because he knows you’re not able to visit a lot of friends and family right now :((

Walks at the park during the most unexpected times throughout the day

You both have a dog, his name is YamYam

Tadashi uses this time to really upgrade the dog’s instagram and make him go dogstagram viral I dont know why I’m so obsessed with making Tadashi internet famous ok :(

Sleeping in all the time (morning cuddles are a must)

Don’t you think that I would forget about his terrarium. He still worships that buddy everyday! By now your days with Tadashi are filled with dog walks, healthy receipes, plants, and daylight cuddles.

Tsukishima Kei

Dalonga coffee, dalonga matcha, dalonga everything with our boy Tsukishima.

Ever tried egg coffee? You protested against it at first but Tsukishima kept teasing you how great it was until you finally caved in and tried it.

It’s. The. Shit. (However you want it interpret that)

Every morning, without fail, you both sit over at the kitchen island and sip on coffee or tea. Bedhead, pjs and everything. You don’t say much, but its the quiet and peace that rises in the morning that makes you appreciate these moments with him.

Contrary to popular belief, Tsukishima is actually a hopeless romantic. So you’ll have these evenings where he makes a new playlist from Spotify and just starts grooving to the beat with you. (This is shared between you and Tsuki ONLY). Copyrights on Tsuki’s jazzy hands.

He loves seeing you move on your own and as some may think its him dreading it, he LOVES it when you drag him into dancing too.

When you watch TV show together at night, he likes to psychoanalyze the characters with you

“But what do you think of this. He’s turned into a cereal killer because of childhood trauma from his aunt feeding him much coco puffs.”

“The hell Y/N?? that doesn’t even make any sense! It’s bc he worked at the grocery store and the manager always assigned him to restock the dry cereal and oatmeal aisle.”

You read in bed separately together, but you’ll lean on each other for back support.

Stillness with Tsuki is all he’s ever asked for, all he’s ever wanted with you.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Sure, most of the time his mind is on volleyball. But when it comes down to it, the person he spends most of the time thinking about is actually you.

He’s estatic to spend time with you in quarantine! He makes sure to not break his routines though, so he’s always encouraging you to work out with him in the morning. Whether or not you’re a morning person, you also try to push yourself to exercise! So Toshi doesn’t have to run by himself, plus you’ll get fit too!

But there was this one thing Toshi never really got into, but by being with you more, he’s finally come around to it.

It’s Yoga baby.

Volleyball is an intense sport. So with all that practice and endless hours he’s dedicated, Toshi usually goes to physical therapy to work on his muscles. Since everything is closed, he started doing yoga with you to relieve some back pain :’(

He can’t thank you enough, because his posture is straighter and he doesn’t toss and turn in his sleep like he did before

Y’all I hate to break it to you but... Tendou finally got him. After all those ads on the Weekly Shonen Jump, he’s discovered Amazon Prime.

He’s looking at things on amazon and adding it to his cart!!! He never buys it though

“ Y/N, I think an air fryer is a good idea”

“What? No we have a toaster oven”

“But according to the (amazon price tracker app) it’s the lowest it’s ever been.”

The air fryer was indeed the best thing that’s ever updated in your household.

He laughs more, he smiles more, he’s just really happy to be domestic with you. Home with you is like his safe space. Because he can let his guard down and lean on you for emotional and mental support.

Kita Shinsuke

This quarantine really concerns him. Not because he’s neccesarily afraid of contracting the virus, but worries about his grandma potentially getting it :(

So you both make a very, very tough decision and figured it was best that he spent his time with his grandma to nurse and take care of her until the shelter in place is lifted.

But the week before he leaves, you and Kita spent an entire two days sewing face masks and care packages for his neighbors.

He makes sure to meal prep for you some food throughout the week and even teaches you some basic recipes to get you through the month.

You and Kita both go on this massive cleaning spree where you bleach and tidy up everything.

By the end of it, there was more than enough bags of clothes to give away to a donation shop near by.

On his last days with you, he spends as much time with you doing things unrelated to the pandemic! Like DIY face masks and cutting up fruit as you both play Bananagrams together.

When he’s off to his grandma’s he makes sure to religiously facetime you before bed!

You teach his grandma how to use dog filters over the phone and sometimes you forget he meant to call to talk to you.

You somehow ended up talking to his grandma for half an hour, listening to her talk about baby Shinsuke childhood stories.

I dont know, you miss him so much. He misses you more. But you both are so understanding and supportive of each other that counting off the days doesn’t even exist anymore. You just find new things to share and talk about over the phone everyday.

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afaimscorner · 3 years ago

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Renew Legends of Tomorrow-Week:

A couple of years ago, when I was not well, Season 2 of „Legends of Tomorrow“ made life bearabel again for me. Ever since then this weird little show helped me to get through the day, made life a little bit less scary and a litte bit less heavy for me.

Being a „Legends“-Fan has not been easy where I live. I still remember having to watch new episodes at two in the morning (no, I am not kidding, that was when the new season aired, that is German Televion for you!), watching the episodes out of order. (The same people who aired the show at two in the morning also aired the „Invasion“-! Tie-In Episode before the aired anything else from Season 2),having to import Season 4 and 5 on DVD because they are only available on Blue Ray in German Speaking Countries, and now not knowing when and if Season 6 will ever even drop in any format for Home Entertainment here, the „fun“ of realizing that certain episodes where just not put on the Homepage of the Network that aired the show too late (always the one episode I could not catch) and don’t even get me started on Streaming Rights, because no „Legends“ is not on Netflix over here and Season 1 was only included on Amazon by the time Season 4 was airing the US. Oh, and did I menton that the one ComicCon (back before Covid when those were still happening) that was scheduled to have „Legends“-Stars was cancelled even though I was totally ready to travel in another country because of that? And also of course me getting bullied for daring to repost an older fic-circle on AO3 where Sara did not end up with Ava but with a male character because I started writing it in Season 2 when Ava did not even exist and originally ended it after Season 3 (because yes of course Bi-Phobia!, which I as a bi woman myself did not take well as you can imagine, also because the fic is in German and the person who attacked me commented in English and did not even read it and never planned to, so yeah thank you for your kind support).

So yeah, I went through all of that, and now I just really do not want „Legends“ to end on a Cliffhangar. So please #RenewLegendsofTomorrow

So, I can’t do Memes and the week is almost over and my Fanfics are all in German, sorry, but I can tell you this:

„The One Where We are trapped on TV“ (L5x13)

Episode 5x13/ 81 that written by: Grainne Godfree and James Eagan and directed by Marc Guggenheim is my all-time favorite Arrowverse-Episode and was my favorite TV Episode of the year 2020. I just love love everything about this episode.

Ray Palmer was and still is my Favorite Arrowverse-Character over- all and I was so glad to have him back in Season 7 and in „Armageddon“ over on „The Flash“, but I still miss Ray so much. Luckily Sara Lance is my second Favorite Arrowverse-Character over-all and she is still around and very much Captain of the ship! If they #RenewLegendsofTomorrow that is. Sara was the reason is actually started liking „Arrow“ I think (Honestly it might just have been Stockholm Syndrome, after/during Season 2 I just realized one day that I actually really liked the show now, even though they had killed of my beloved Tommy!). I watched her grow over the years, live through loss and tragedy, find love and happiness and now starting a family of her own. I want to continue to watch her grow.

Now my Favorite Moment of „Legends of Tomorrow“ for very personal reasons (meaning that I have consumed more Pop Culture, Literature, Comics, Films and Fan-Works than a sane person probably should) is actually the moment in Season 6 when Kayla is about to shoot Mick and he just says: „Don’t I am pregnant!“ This was the moment when I thought „Now, Legends has done it, they have done everything they ever set out to do, they have succeded.“ I just really loved this role-swap of a popular Trope and I would have had made my peace with „Legends“ ending after this, but not if they end on a Cliffhangar, they should be allowed to go out on their own terms. #RenewLegendsofTomorrow

I also really loved Spooner coming out as ace too Zari in Season 7. For simelar reasons. Everyone is always talking a representation, but the only show that is actually really good at it is this goofy pop culure crazy time travel show that is based on DC Comics in some way.

And of course I will never stop crying my heart out about Martin dying in the „Legends“-Episode of „Crisis on Earth-X“. But this Episode also gave us the Westallen Wedding, with the most beautiful vows, which is also one of my all-time favorite Arrowverse-Moments. Because back then when we still had Crossovers „Legends“ always had the final episode, which must have been a bitch to write, but they still always managed to bring the ship back home safely and I always loved how spot on Non-Legends like Felicity or Cisco or Barry and Iris were in those episodes. (And poor Oliver and Kara as well of course).

And since Fan Works Day is the last One. If you speak German or want to go through Google Tranlating this one, I was always insanley proud of this Fic, that somehow never got the love it deserved for reasons I did explain earlier in this post (like how not easy is actually was to watch „Legends“ over here most of the time):

Kompass:

„Es ist eine Tatsache, dass wir mit einem Kompass am dominanten Arm geboren werden. Zwei sich überlappende Kompassnadeln begleiten uns durch unser ganzes Leben, und manchmal, wenn wir einen speziellen Menschen begegnen, dann erscheint sein Name auf unserer Haut, an der Stelle, wo auf einem richtigen Kompass eine unserer vier Himmelsrichtungen stehen würde. Insgesamt kann uns das in unserem Leben vier Mal passieren. Wer sehr viel Glück hat, der findet irgendwann vier Namen auf seinem Arm stehend. Wer weniger Glück hat, verbringt sein ganzes Leben ohne einen einzigen Namen. Das wissen wir alle natürlich. Was wir nicht wissen ist, warum das so ist. Oder was diese Namen auf unserem Kompass zu bedeuten haben. - "Kompass am Arm"- AU, Doomworld-AU, Atomwave mit Side-Pairings: Amaya/Nate, Amaya/Sara, Raylicity u.a.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34176358/chapters/85038046

#RenewLegendsofTomorrow

#Legends of Tomorrow #Arrowverse #Arrow #The Flash #Legends of Tomorrow Season 8 #renew legends of tomorrow

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girl-with-cat-eyes · 3 years ago

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Paperwork

Part 3 of the Reba au. Pat one and part two.

Summary: The weekend comes and Janus deals with paperwork, one-night stands, and meeting his ex-husband's new boyfriend.

A/N: So I went on a vacation to see @forever-forgotten-angel and took a break from writing. But I'm back and writing! Special thanks as always to @amazon-me-bitches and my qpp @forever-forgotten-angel for beta reading this fic! And now, without further ado, my fic.

When Janus woke up on Friday things seemed almost normal. He dropped Emile and Remy off at school, Patton agreed to pick them up. Virgil had ridden with Thomas, which meant that Janus didn’t have to worry about any pickups today. That was good, considering he was working late. He had a trial coming up in two weeks, a factory worker who’d been injured on the job due to company negligence of machinery. Janus had been happy to take the case.

Of course, it meant that he wasn’t leaving the office until 8 PM. Janus yawned as he left the office, ready to get home and sleep. It would be lovely. A full night’s worth of sleep and then the weekend. Not that he wouldn’t be working of course. But his home office was far superior to the one he had at work. Maybe he’d take the boys out for a picnic if he had time. That would be nice. Emile had been wanting to go to the park and see the ducks before it got too cold. They could feed the ducks.

Janus was interrupted from his thoughts by a loud clang. He reached for his pepper spray, better safe than sorry. There were clangs, seeming to come from a dumpster next to the parking lot. It was most likely a raccoon but Janus wasn’t taking any chances. He began quickly walking to his car, eyes trained on the dumpster the whole time. He was halfway to his car when the source of the noises showed itself.

Janus prided himself on his eloquent speech but all he could find it in himself to say was, “What?”. Brilliant Janus, just brilliant.

It was a person, taller than Janus. They had dark curly hair from what Janus could see, and a mustache as well. They held a possum in their arms. Janus blinked, “What did I tell you about running off Tallulah? You’re not going to find any tasty treats in a law office’s dumpster. We have to go to taco bell for that. The only thing you’ll find in there is paper, office supplies, and-”, they looked up and made eye contact with Janus, “And the sexiest man alive.”

They’d ran up to Janus before he had a chance to react, “Hello sexy. Are you a lawyer? Because it’s illegal for someone to be as sexy as you are.”

“Sorry about that. I tend to get over-excited.”, they offered a hand out to shake, “I’m Remus. He/him pronouns.”

“Janus.”, he found himself saying, “He/him pronouns. What exactly were you doing in the dumpster?”

“How dare you insinuate that Tallulah is merely a pet. She is my baby.”

“Oh! Tallulah here thought she could get snacks in that dumpster over there so I had to get her out.”, he held up the possum in his arms.

“Right. And Tallulah is your pet?”

“Well, it appears your baby wants to eat office supplies.”, Janus reached out to pet the possum in question, scritching her ears. He smiled as she leaned into the touch. He smiled at the sight.

“Believe me she doesn’t want that. I’ll take her to taco bell. She enjoys their burritos. You’re more than welcome to join if you want?”, it was a stupid idea. They’d just met, Remus was a total stranger. He could be a serial killer for all Jan knew.

Message sent to Patton at 8:23 PM.

“Hey Pat, don’t wait up for me. I’m gonna get take out on the way home. Make sure Remy’s homework is done before he plays on the Switch.”

Taco Bell, Janus thought, was best enjoyed at night. They’d gotten fast food and now sat out in the parking lot, a feast of fast food laid out before them. He watched as Tallulah happily ate her promised bean burrito. It was nice, relaxing even. Janus smiled as he watched, “So how does one end up with a pet possum?”

Remus grinned, “I birthed her from my womb.”, seeing Janus’ unamused expression he turned serious, “I rescue animals. She was rescued from an exotic pet dealer. She can’t be rehabilitated into the wild, unfortunately.”

“I see. She’s very sweet.”, Janus continued petting the possum in question, “So what do you do with your time? Besides rescue possums and climb into dumpsters of course."

“I’m a midwife actually.”, Remus grinned. Janus looked over to where he had unhinged his jaw to deepthroat his burrito like a snake. He waited for Remus to finish before speaking.

“A midwife?”

Remus nodded, “Yeah. I make bank. Which is nice cause it means I can foster lots of animals.”, he continued deepthroating the burrito.

Well, that was unexpected. Janus stared at the man in front of him delivering babies and truthfully he couldn’t picture it. Remus seemed more like the type of person to go into a job that didn’t involve babies. He seemed more likely to own a demolition derby, “You don’t seem like the type. Can I ask a dumb question?”

“Sure.”

“Well, it’s not a question. I just didn’t know men could be midwives.”

“It shocks a lot of people actually. Most people don’t think women would be comfortable working with me.”

“I’m guessing that’s not true.”

“I work with trans men mostly. Having a trans midwife is reassuring. I know what they’re going through. And sometimes cis midwives can be judgy.”

“You’re trans?”

“Is he?”

“Yep.”

“Well then.”, Janus took a bite of his food, chewing thoughtfully, “My son’s pregnant.”

“Yeah. It’s been super stressful because he’s 17.”, Janus sighed, “How much would it cost for you to work with us? Any resources would be helpful.”

“For you? I’ll do it for free. I know all too well what it’s like to be a pregnant teen. And I think you’re cute.”, he winked and Janus felt his face warm in a way he hadn’t felt in years.

“You- you got pregnant as a teen?”, he forced himself to get out. Remus nodded and for a brief second Janus thought he saw a tear in his eye.

“Yeah but I miscarried. Lack of resources and all. So now I make sure that no one else has to go through what I went through.”

Message sent to Patton at 11 PM

“That’s amazing. You have to let me pay you though.”

“I told you, helping a cutie like you out is payment enough.”, he leaned forward, “I wouldn’t mind a kiss though. That is, if you’re agreeable?”, Remus leaned forward and Janus could smell his cologne. The warm, spicy, citrus scent drove him wild. It was like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, staring at the abyss below. And Janus was happy to fall.

Don’t wait up for me. I’ll be back late.

Patton Picani-Hart had never been a morning person. Sure, he wanted to be; but late nights at the restaurant and his sleep schedule meant that he had trouble pulling himself out of bed in the morning. It also meant he could barely function without at least three cups of coffee. He was currently standing in front of the coffee maker, staring at it as if he could will the coffee to brew faster.

It had been a long night. Janus had to work late, which meant it was up to Patton to pick up Emile and Remy from school and drive them home. Luckily Virgil and Thomas had agreed to watch them because then he had to rush back to the restaurant for the dinner shift. He got back by 11 to all of the kids asleep and leftover greek food waiting for him. He’d been so tired that he’d eaten the food and fallen asleep immediately, never seeing the message he had from Janus.

He hadn’t seen it until the morning when he awoke to Emile sitting on his chest asking for food. A quick check of his phone revealed it was 9 am and Janus had stayed out all night. So Patton did the only thing he could do; he got dressed and went downstairs to make breakfast. Six breakfast burritos later, and he was beginning to wonder where Janus was. Clearly, he’d had a good night if he was gone for this long. At least he hoped it was good. Regardless, it was good for Janus to start exploring romance again if he was ready. Hopefully, the relationship would be good for him. He couldn’t wait to hear the details.

Patton was considering calling him when there was a jingle of keys at the front door. Janus walked through the door. His hair stuck out in multiple directions, his suit was unkempt, and Patton could see multiple hickeys on his chest. It had been a good night after all. He handed him a cup of coffee, “Good morning. Looks like you had a good night.”

Janus blushed and Patton knew exactly how good of a night he’d had. He grinned as he watched the man in question try to come up with an excuse, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”, his ex may have had a silver tongue, but that all went away when he was flustered.

“I’m not mad. You seem to forget that we’re separated, soon to be divorced. Going out is healthy.”, Patton handed him a plate of food with a smile, “So who is he?”

“His name is Remus and we met last night. He’s nice. I invited him over for dinner Tuesday night.”, Patton frowned. Having a one-night stand was one thing, heck dating was fine. But bringing this guy around the kids after one date didn’t seem like the best idea.

“I support you dating Jan, but don’t think you should date a little bit longer before bringing him home. Virgil won’t mind but it might confuse Emile and Remy.”, it was the truth. The boys would be confused if Janus introduced them to a new boyfriend and then it didn’t work out. Best to wait until it was serious. That was what Patton had done.

Janus blinked as if it was a new idea to him. “Pat, I’m not introducing him as my boyfriend. He’s a midwife. I invited him over to meet Virge. I thought it might be a good idea to have a midwife as well as an OBGYN.”

Patton sighed in relief; he didn’t want to sound like a jealous ex, especially when he’d been the one to ask for the divorce. This Remus coming over as a midwife was different though. And it meant that he wouldn’t have to worry if the kids would be confused. Speaking of the kids, Emile ran in at that moment, practically bouncing in his shoes, “Is breakfast ready yet?”

Janus smiled at their youngest, picking him up and balancing him on his hip, “Yep. How about you go get your brothers and then we can eat.”, Emile nodded and ran off as fast as he could. Janus nodded and went to leave the kitchen, “I should go change.”

Pat nodded, a thought coming to him, “Virgil wanted to come to help me prep for lunch rush today at the restaurant. Could you pick him up before the dinner rush? I don’t want to stress him.”, Janus nodded before leaving, leaving Patton alone to wonder what this Remus was like.

Janus hummed as he drove to Pat’s. He’d spent most of the day in the office today, getting caught up on his paperwork. He’d promised to take the boys to the park tomorrow for a picnic, which meant he had to get it all done today. Thomas had luckily agreed to watch Remy and Emile once Pat and Virgil left to prep for the day, giving Janus ample time to work.

Soon 5 o’clock came around and Janus was leaving to go pick up Virgil. He was sure that Virgil would be ready to go home. Janus had seen just how busy the restaurant could get during the dinner rush. Virgil may have wanted to be a chef, but he wasn’t ready for that. Especially right now.

He pulled up behind the restaurant, parking in the employee parking lot. Inside he could see the kitchen was a flurry of work, prepping as much as possible before it got truly busy. Waving to the kitchen staff, Janus headed to the back office where he knew Patton would be finishing paperwork before he went to go work in the kitchen. Virgil would most likely be in there with him. Only he didn’t see Virgil when he entered the office.

Patton stood in front of his desk, kissing an unfamiliar man as if his life depended on it. Janus blinked before realizing this must be the Logan he’d heard about. He quickly realized he was staring and, unsure of what to do, coughed to announce his presence. Patton jumped and turned around, Logan blushing and looking down.

“Janus, hey, what are you doing here?”, Patton looked flustered, like they weren’t divorced, “This is Logan, I told you about him.”, behind him, Logan nodded, still blushing too much to properly speak.

“Nice to meet you, I’m here to pick up Virgil. I said I’d be here at 5, remember?”

Pat’s eyes went wide, “Is it 5 already? I need to go get started in the kitchen.”, he moved away from Logan and ran to put on his chef’s coat, “Virgil was taking inventory in the fridge. Janus nodded and left the office, hearing Logan saying he should get going as he left.

He did in fact find Virgil in the freezer, stocking ingredients and taking note of what was low. Upon seeing his dad he handed the list to a cook before standing up to leave. They got to the car, Virgil getting in, and Janus was about to when he heard someone call his name.

Logan stood in front of him, looking made together and not at all how he looked when Janus had seen him earlier, “Yes?”

Logan took a deep breath before speaking, “I just wanted to apologize that we had to meet like that. I wanted to meet you and the kids properly, not having you walk in on me kissing Patton goodbye.”, Janus nodded in understanding.

“It’s fine. Patton and I were separated before you two started dating. Just treat him right. We may not be together anymore, but I still care about him. He has a good heart and I don’t want to see that heart broken.”

“I never want to hurt him.”

“Then we’ll have no issue. Goodbye then.”, Janus got in the car, giving the man a wave before driving off. He turned to Virgil, who was listening to music next to him, giving him a tap on the shoulder.

Virgil looked up at him, taking off his headphones before speaking, “What’s up?”

“How does Indian sound for dinner?”, Virgil nodded and Janus set off to get take out. There was a few moments of silence before he spoke again, “Virgil, you don’t mind if your father and I date again, right? I mean date people that aren’t each other.”

Virgil shrugged, “It doesn’t bother me. You two are getting a divorce, dating seems to make sense. And I know you’ll both always be here for me and Remy and Emile.”, Janus nodded, comfortable in the fact that he knew at least one of his kids was ok with him dating.

A/N: We finally meet Remus and Logan. All that's left is Roman, who will be in the next part.

Disclaimer: Possums are not pets, they are wild animals. Furthermore, I do not know their diet but I'm taco bell isn't part of it. Tallulah is a magical possum and real-life rules do not apply to her. Do not inbox me saying possums don't eat bean burritos.

Besides that, I'm taking prompts for this verse, so if you have prompts send them in! I'd love to see your hcs for this au. And as always, if you like this fic, leave a comment. Thank you for reading!

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #my fic #Janus Sanders #patton sanders #Remus sanders #Logan sanders #virgil sanders #remy sanders #emile picani #Demus #dukeceit #janus/remus #janus x remus #logicality #logan/patton #logan x patton #verse: i'm a suvivor

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ligiawrites · 3 years ago

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#EleNão

I never get tired of discussing politics. Online, I post my opinions, share ideas I find interesting, and I always try to be in the loop of what's happening around the globe as much as I can.

Most of the time, this much-needed exercise leaves me teary-eyed and broken-hearted. But THIS time, reading about the manifestations against Bolsonaro all around Brazil, I felt a profound sense of pride in my people.

Those of you who have been following me for some time probably know how much disgust I feel towards the current Brazilian president, Jair Bolsonaro.

(long post about Brazilian Politics after the cut. There's a list of amazing NGOs doing awesome work at the end of the text if you can/want to help the situation of the many groups at risk in Brazil right now. They include LGBTQIA+ groups, Indigenous people, Black communities, feminist movements, and NGOs focused on proper education and food for impoverished children).

In 2018, before the presidential elections, I was walking down Paulista Avenue with one of my closest friends.

Filling one of the widest avenues in Brazil, there was a mob of Bolsonaro supporters holding placards that read "É melhor Jair se acostumando." It's a small word-play with Bolsonaro's name; the idea is "You better start getting used to him". Stationed on the edges of the avenue, police officers stood with guns attached to their waists, crossed arms, and expressions that ranged from pure disinterest to clear enjoyment.

My friend stepped closer to me. He is strong, brilliant, and one of the bravest people I know, and yet he was clearly uncomfortable, so—after I managed to recover from the slight shock of seeing him like that—we linked our arms and avoided the mob in front of us, walking back to the intersection with Consolação Avenue.

Once we were away from the mob and the officers, he looked over his shoulders and sighed.

"If you weren't here, they'd probably have stopped me," he said.

The mob was mostly White. I'm White.

My friend is Black.

"I don't wanna think what will happen if that dude wins the elections," he completed.

His fear was justified. Bolsonaro is a racist, misogynist, homophobic ex-military who preaches in favor of the Military Dictatorship period in Brazil, which killed thousands of Black and Indigenous people while also torturing anyone who spoke up against the military government.

"He won't win," I answered. I was born and raised in São Paulo, one of Brazil's industrial, technological, and cultural hubs; I never thought people would turn a blind eye to how much damage Bolsonaro could make as a president. "He can't win," I added. "Not being who he is."

My friend nodded. We hugged and walked and laughed it off (tried to). And when Bolsonaro won, we both cried.

I guess I was a tad too naïve.

He won. He won, and I never got used to the idea of having such a terrible president. Here are a few things that happened in his government and that are directly connected to him:

(most of the links here are from news articles in Portuguese)

The number of neo-nazism sites in favor of white supremacy increased 400% in Brazil in 2020 compared to the same period in 2018 (before Bolsonaro was elected); this is one of the many consequences of his numerous racist speeches and a small proof of just how racist Brazil is.

The number of military police attacks on low-income communities increased along with the number of COVID deaths.

While, since February 2019, the world already knows that the rights of LGBTQIA+ people are threatened under the current far-right government, the advances in LGBTQIA+ rights n Brazil stopped after Bolsonaro was elected, and instead, there was a movement of retrocession.

The fires in the Amazon Forest further increased by 43% in April 2021 (in 2019, after an increase of 63% in comparison to 2018, I wrote about one of the most terrifying fires in Amazon and how I could see the smoke from it from my home in São Paulo, 3000 km away).

After promising to diminish deforestation in order to receive a large sum of money from the US, the Brazilian Senate is preparing to vote for a new Law Project that tries to make the licensing of land in the Amazon Forest more pliable. That means it'd be disgustingly easier for people to buy and explore the lands that should belong to the Brazilian indigenous people; all they'd need is an auto-declaratory license emitted online without the analysis of any environmental body.

Under the pretext of "helping" the indigenous people, Bolsonaro defends mining and agriculture in indigenous peoples' lands. This is one of the public declarations of repudiation written by the Yanomami people (one of the biggest indigenous communities in Brazil) about Bolsonaro and his visit to their land on May 27th, 2021.

And then we have women's situation, which you can see in the Brazilian annual of Public Security.

And this is just the tip of the iceberg. I didn't add the investigations of corruption (including embezzlement of money for COVID-related services), the liberation of guns, the nepotism, the problem with vaccines, the damage of the far-right religious institutions the president supports, and the disrespect and verbal aggression towards women.

... And that's why I felt so proud of my fellow Brazilians yesterday. :3 We're a young people (Brazil is only 521 years old, while England, for example, is 1094, if you think about the creation of the kingdom of England), but we're still doing our best. I might be away from my Land of Drizzle, but I carry my people in my heart, and I cry alongside them, as loud as I can,

♥♥♥ Fora Bolsonaro! ♥♥♥

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And even though I can see Brazilians waking up and organizing themselves better, there are still people needing our help right now. If you want to help the situation in Brazil, please consider Donating! Here's a small list of NGOs doing a lot of good in Brazil:

+ APIB ("Brazilian Indigenous People Articulation") - to help the indigenous people in Brazil. (They also have a fantastic documentary subtitled in English you can watch here, showing the situation of the indigenous people in Brazil)

+ CUFA ("Unified Central of Favelas") - to help the impoverished communities and Favelas in Brazil. (I use my credit card to donate to this one; if you're outside Brazil, I think this might work for you too). If you want to help the Covid Relief specifically, CUFA has a project called "Mães da Favela" (Favela mothers), which you can donate to directly through this link.

+ Amigos do Bem - help with famine, donate drinkable water, and improve education in northeast Brazil, one of the areas more impacted by droughts.

+ Omolará (site in Portuguese) - amazing social project focusing on helping Black Woman find education and financial independence.

+ To help the LGBT+ community in Brazil, I'm still searching for NGOs and projects that receive international donations. If you're in Brazil or if you can make wire transfers, I suggest checking this list of fantastic projects (in Portuguese).

#politics #ngos #fora bolsonaro

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kittyreading · 4 years ago

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Manga Master List: Recommendations and My Personal Wish List

!!//PLEASE READ//!!

Below is every manga from my amazon wishlist I would recommend(as of February 11 2021) with a picture and a 3-5 sentence explanation of what the manga is about. Underneath will also be the number of volumes I have read, the number I own, and it’s status of ongoing or complete and how many volumes it has. This way you can decide for yourself if you think I have read enough of it to give an accurate recommendation.

This list only includes manga you can purchase (including digital purchases) from the wishlist. I decided that I would in fact include my personal amazon manga wishlist here and at the bottom for people to buy THEMSELVES a copy of any of these manga they would like. Keep in mind many of these won’t have volume 1 in the list but you should be able to get to the series page from the list. If a manga shows up on the amazon list that I did not include in this one that is because I have not read enough of them(or any of them) to recommend. Ok? Cool, enjoy the list!!

1. The Girl from the Other side is about a little girl living with a gentleman monster. It is a supernatural mystery with beautiful art.

Own: 0

Series: Ongoing at 9 volumes

2. Pumpkin Scissors is a military fantasy about a War Veteran named Randal Oland who joins the pumpkin scissors core to help with war relief and uncover the deep corruption of the government. It is similar in themes to FMA in the sense it appears to be based on a World War, and corruption of government but it more focused on the power of the noble houses in government. There is also a fun science element but it is not as in focus as in FMA. The two but are very very different overall tho. Only 5 volumes were distributed in physical English copies as the publishing company went bankrupt, all others are only available digitally. (I couldn’t get the manga vol. 1 cover to work so the picture above is a poster for the anime)

Own: 0

Read: around 10

Series: Ongoing at 23 volumes

3. Monthly Girls Nozaki-kun is a slice of life about a bunch of highschoolers. Nozaki is the mangaka of a popular Shoujo manga who uses his personal experiences with friends to create his monthly comic series. It is a fun gender stereotype reversal manga with a large cast of both male and female characters (one could be HC as genderfluid but she’s still canonically female at this time) The manga is one of the easiest to read as the panels are mostly in straight down rectangles so the pages are extremely easy to follow and is very funny.

Own: 1

Status: Ongoing at 12 volumes

4. Yu-Gi-Oh! is well known to be about the card game yu-gi-oh, using magic and myths to further the story, HOWEVER, Yu-gi-oh! is the “Season 0″ of the series it is much darker than to be expected and there is no card game. The Yu-gi-oh most are familiar with is Yu-gi-oh Duelist (just found this out myself) and is the Yu-gi-oh you probably already know. There is no overarching plot to this mini series it is just Yugi fucking shit up playing games and destroying some bullies. I have yet to read any of Duelist as of the creation of this post therefore I cannot recommend it :/

Own: 5 (1-3 & 6-7)

Status: Completed at 7 volumes

5. The Way of the House Husband is about a former yakuza who gets married and flips his script. He becomes a house husband for his working wife and carries on doing chores and errands while still looking and acting scary unintentionally and getting himself in trouble. It is a slice of life comedy with some adult jokes but is over all extremely funny and pleasant to read.

Own: 0

Status: Ongoing at 7 volumes

6. Hikaru no Go is about a highschool boy who finds a haunted Go board. He meets the ghost who once was a prolific Go player. Together they work to become a world class Go champion meeting new people along the way. This series was cut short due to legal issues with a real Go player and therefore will remain unfinished but the story that is there is golden. It is still one of the most popular manga in Japan.

Own: 0

Status: Complete at 23 Volumes

7. Zatch Bell! This manga is about a teenager named Kiyo who gets sent a young boy with amnesia named Zatch Bell who turns out to be an alien called a momodo. Now the two must battle other momodo in order to understand what happened to Zatch and to make Zatch the new king. Along the way they make many friends and save both the momodo and human worlds. This one is difficult because it is a classic that did not do well in America so the volumes are expensive and the series is unfinished in English. You can only buy 27 of the volumes in English and a few of them are almost impossible to find, however it is well worth the money if you can afford it and it is available online.

Own: 6 (1-5 & 13)

Status: Complete at 33 Volumes only 27 printed in English (you can finish series online)

8. Fullmetal Alchemist is a cult classic most have read it, watched the series, or heard of it at the very least. This is one of the most popular Manga of all time and for good reason. The manga is about 2 brothers Alphonse and Edward on a journey to return their bodies to normal after committing the taboo of human transmutation. The manga has themes of racism, government corruption and manipulation of the military. The versions on my wishlist are the special Fullmetal Editions so they will have a different price point and volume number than the regular volumes or the omnibuses’

Own: 12

Status: Complete at 27 Volumes

9. Princess Jellyfish is about a young woman who is sort of an outcast otaku living with 5 other otaku women. She has a deep love for jellyfish as they remind her of her late mother. She meets a beautiful woman who turns out to be a male college student and slowly comes out of her shell making new friends and growing with old ones as well. This manga is very sweet and I really don’t know what else to say haha.

Own: 0

Status: Complete at 17 volumes

10. !!!HUGE TW FOR EATING DISORDERS!!! In Clothes Called Fat is a, oneshot, non romanticizing story of an office woman trying to lose weight and developing several eating disorders in the process. She goes through hardships in relationships and bullying as well. It has a bittersweet ending and should be read with caution but it is beautifully done. Please do not read this if you are under the age 16 at the very youngest there are NSFW moments as well as just generally not being a topic for younger audiences.

Own: No

Read: Yes

Status: Completed one shot

11. My LOVE Story!! Is an adorable Slice of Life shojo about a highschooler named Takeo Gouda, his girlfriend Yamato, and his best friend and hear throb Suna. This series is rather refreshing as the relationship starts pretty much immediately, the best friend is very supportive, and it is focused on Takeo’s personality over looks as he is often compared in manga to a gorilla or bear. It is a generally heart warming story with some emotional side plots. The ending is sort of sudden but it’s really enjoyable.

Own: 6 (1-3,8,10-12)

Status: Completed at 13 Volumes

12. Soul Eater is pretty popular but if you don’t know what it is about it is about a Weapon named Soul and his Meister Maka. They attend a school that teaches them how to defeat people before they turn into Demons, saving the world in the process. Once a weapon eats 100 evil souls and a witches soul they can become the new death Scythe! That is the plot presented, and it of course goes off into a much more complicated storyline. It is super fun and engaging with a fascinating plot near the end.

Own: 5

Status: Completed at 25 Volumes

13. D. Gray-Man is a little complicated. Similarly to Soul Eater D. Gray-Man is a story based around defeating people turned demon and the saving of the world through an organization, however the plot gets very complicated very quickly. The art is some of the most interesting and beautifully fun art I’ve come across and the characters are (so far as I’ve read) all amazing. The story has a lot of christian influence and is one you have to really keep up with to understand but I recommend it regardless!

Own: 10

Status: Ongoing at 27 Volumes

14. One-Punch Man is also very popular and is about a man who becomes so strong he only needs to punch you once to completely annihilate you, and it greatly annoys him. This manga greatly touches on the themes of self worth as Saitama becomes a hero that no one seems to want. The fights are fun and engaging, tho at times can be difficult to read. The art is gorgeous, with some of the most heavily detailed work I have ever seen.

Own: 3

Status: Ongoing at 21 Volumes

15. The Boy and The Beast is the manga adaptation of the movie by the same name. This is a bittersweet story about a boy who finds a family in the land of the beasts and the repercussions of this intermixing. It is sweet and sad and there’s not much else to say, but that it is a beautifully crafted story.

Own: 1

Read: 1 (but I’ve seen the movie and read the light novel)

Status: Complete at 4 Volumes

16. MAR is not a manga I should be recommending as I genuinely don’t think I have read enough of the story to do so but I love it so much I’m going to anyway. MAR is a classic Isekai Shonen, a kid goes through a door into another world and has to fight a war to save it, there is a super fun magic system and some wonderful story building with genuinely enjoyable characters and battles. I am recommending this more based off the anime than the manga itself because it was one of my absolute favorites when I was younger, so take from that what you will! This manga has the same issue Zatch Bell does however, the series did not do amazingly so the volumes can be expensive!

Own: 3

Status: Complete at 15 Volumes

Thank you for your time haha! I hope you liked the list, here is my wishlist again and if you have any questions please let me know!! I will try to keep this master list updated as it and the wishlist will only continue to grow, but I make no promises for doing it often. Making this took me a very long time so I hope you like it!

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Waiting (part 1 of 3)

summary: Ethan and Luz grapple with the decisions made that may alter the future of their relationship. Takes place between book 1 and 2.

The memory of her body in such intimate proximity still lingered. The smell of her hair, her soft caresses on his chest as they lay spent, the enticing way she curled up beneath his arms.

He curses himself for dredging up such thoughts again. But he can’t be rid of them no matter how hard he tries. They invade his mind. It’s like a bittersweet curse he can’t break. His grip tightens around the nearly empty glass of scotch and wishes the cold glass was replaced by the warmth of her soft hand. He takes another swig, letting the rich smokiness coat his throat.

With a sigh, he rests his head back against the armchair, keeping his eyes wide open to keep the image of those chocolate brown eyes he’s come to know so well—and love—at bay.

Love.

He groans again. As much as he likes controlling every aspect of his life, nothing could prepare him for the unexpected impact Luz would have on his life, much less opening up his heart and inevitably falling for her and letting all the walls he’d built up crumble.

He should’ve stayed away. The thought stings because he knows he doesn’t mean it. Any ounce of regret immediately washes away when he thinks of the happy moments they’ve shared, none of which he regrets. Never did he ever expect someone to affect him the way that she did. She was there during the most turbulent times in his life when he had no one.

Dolores was relying on his expertise, and she was taken away so unfairly, leaving a child behind. A child Luz refused to leave on his own. It took Ethan a while to understand that not only was she there for baby Ethan while he fought for his life, but she was also there for Ethan while he was struggling to fight for a life.

His biggest fear was losing the only other person he cared about. Watching his mentor Naveen struggle for his life affected him deeply. But he had to be there for his friend and got right into finding whatever it was that was causing his debilitating illness. He hardly slept. He hardly allowed himself to feel. Naveen needed him. He was his only salvation, until she appeared and refused to leave their side.

Overtime, her presence became his comfort and lifeline. As much as he tried closing his heart to her, she won it in the end. Had it not been for her...he can’t even bear the thought.

The quiet stillness which surrounds him does nothing to ease his flurried mind, it merely aids in providing the perfect atmosphere in which he can still hear her voice, her laugh, every whisper of her soothing voice.

His eyes shut, and he sucks in a deep breath, letting the cool air fill his lungs. His flight leaves in a few hours. He forces his eyes open when a thought seeps into his brain again—a cycle he’s found himself stuck in. He glances down at the coffee table where his phone lays, and two words echoe in an endless haunting loop—call her.

He knows he owes her that much, but his stubborn nature prevents him from reaching for it. His arms feel heavy, as if the weight of the turmoil he finds himself in weighs them down, preventing him from dialing the phone number he’s memorized from the moment he first dialed it. Her voice is just a phone call away, and his throat closes at the thought.

The last they spoke had been Friday, but the professional distance was there, due to the fact that he was back to being her attending. And soon, she would take her place on the diagnostics team, with Ethan being her direct supervisor. He stopped receiving her texts, unless they had to do with work. It seemed she, too, was doing everything in her power to move on. Though he knew it was the right thing, he couldn’t fill that piece that was back to being the missing part of his life.

There’s a sudden ping. Ethan’s head whips to the source of the sound and finally picks up his phone. Everything’s forgotten in that instant, and he hopes to see her name displayed on the screen. He adjusts his eyes to the brightness, only to read a notification that his ride has arrived.

He feels the urge to toss it against the wall, to let the frustration seeping into him out. He sighs deeply, and before he knows it, the glass in his hand is chucked across the room where it smashes into small fragments on the living room floor and around the packed luggage sitting beside the front door.

This is what must be done, for her own sake. He can’t hinder her professional development with whatever it is they have—had, as much as it pains him to take that step. Her career must come before anything.

The forbidden fruit is always the sweetest.

And he must go before he’s tempted again. He has to.

Two weeks later

His stubbled jaw scratches its way down her neck, lavishing her skin with open-mouthed kisses. She feels his rough hand make its way down her exposed skin, tickling her in the best way possible. He laughs softly in her ear when she begins guiding his hand toward the part that begs for his touch. It’s a laugh so deep and alluring, she wishes that sound to stretch on and on and on...

Her eyes flutter open as she jolts awake in her bed. Her heart thumps a quick rhythm as she looks at the empty cold space beside her, the only body warmth her own. She’s pulled out of the reverie, letting her heart feel that familiar ache its grown used to.

She checks the time on her phone—6:16 am. At least she got four hours of sleep this time, she thinks to herself. She can’t miss the next step of what’s become her daily morning routine. She looks at the screen for any sign of him, any message to let her know he’s okay and that he’s thinking of her. But the pang of hurt hits her again as she stares at the empty screen.

Of course he isn’t thinking of her. He’s moved on. She forces her feet to keep her going and prepare for another full day of distractions—anything to overpower the lingering sound and smell of him.

She keeps her curtains closed, she doesn’t feel like letting the sunshine in.

Her feet sluggishly carry her toward the kitchen to make herself a cup of black coffee. She isn’t surprised to find Elijah and Sienna already in the kitchen. They’ve been her support system these past few weeks. They’re still the only ones who know the truth about her and Ethan. It’s an alleviating sight to wake up from dreams about him and find them there to offer her company.

A lone empty mug sits on the countertop, and when they look over to see her approaching, Sienna fills it with the steamy caffeinated beverage. She throws them a smile and takes her seat on the kitchen stool as they prepare their breakfast.

"Have some pancakes, Luz. Or some eggs and toast," Elijah encourages her with a warm smile on his face, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes as he stares back at her desolate-filled expression.

"I’m okay. Thanks for the coffee, though," she simply says and takes the mug in her hands to take a sip. It burns her tongue, and she flinches.

"Careful, Luz, it’s still hot," Sienna warns her too late.

"I’m all right, don’t worry."

Sienna and Elijah share a concerned look. They can’t help but worry. The brightness and vivaciousness has dimmed in their best friend since he left. It was an entire week before they learned he left for the Amazon with the W.H.O. It was like Ethan to join in on fighting an epidemic, and she didn’t fault him for that. It was an incredibly brave thing to do.

She’d followed his wishes for them to resume their professional working relationship. No longer did he look at her the way he used to. Steadily, he began to revert back to being the closed-off man she first met. It pained her, but she had to respect this is what he wanted. But deep in her heart, she knew he still cared for her, which is why it hurt her that he’d decided to leave her wondering where he was. She left a message after the first few days she hadn’t heard from him, only for it to be left unanswered.

No one had any idea where he was until Naveen shared the news. By then it was too late to try to reach him, and she couldn’t help but think that was why he delayed in sharing his whereabouts. His phone was no longer in service. She had no way of hearing his voice.

Some part of her knew he was running away from her—from everything they left behind, and she felt selfish every time that thought crossed her mind. It was no longer about her. And that was a clear enough message.

She sips the last of the coffee and steps off the kitchen stool. "I’m going to go for a walk."

"Want some company?" Sienna asks with hope in her eyes.

Luz knows she can’t go on like this. She shouldn’t let her life revolve around one emotionally unavailable man, but she can’t help what her heart still feels for him. She’s going to have to accept the fact that she can’t have everything she wants. She’ll live with the memories they shared. And she hopes that’ll be enough.

Her breath hitches as she remembers the last kiss they shared. She shakes her head to be rid of the flashing thought and looks up to meet Sienna’s eyes. "You know what? Sure. I could use friends right now. But first, let’s eat breakfast."

She and Elijah brighten up at the response. "Good. Because boy, are we going to get up to some fun today! It’s a promise." Elijah grins and places a plate in front of her. His face becomes serious, and he gently pats Luz’s arm. "We’re here for you."

Luz musters a smile. "I know. Thanks, guys. It means a lot. I don’t know what I’d do without you."

"But don’t keep it all inside," Sienna interrupts. "When you’re ready to talk about it, we’re open ears."

"Yeah. What Sienna said."

Luz feels tears brimming in her eyes because for the first time in a long time, she doesn’t feel totally alone. She won’t be as long as her friends are there. There’s always light at the end of the tunnel. It just may take some time to reach it. And that’s okay.

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Note: For an added dose of angst, listen to Waiting by Alice Boman. Major Ethan leaving for the Amazon vibes.

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