#and then you remember that you can just go talk about your experience

[sidneywasfound]

TOO MUCH INFORMATION | Oscar Piastri x Fem!Singer!Latina!Reader

SUMMARY; 🇧🇷 💞 You and Oscar decided to go vacation to Brazil after one of your shows,It was a beautiful experience that you decided to share on social media. Oscar definitely didn't think anything weird when he saw an interview of his outgoing girlfriend being trending top on Twitter... until he remembered how bold and reckless she can be without realizing it.

WARNINGS; SMAU,Fluff,talks of sex,reader is outgoing and bold,Reader speaks spanish,Reader wrote Bed chem,Use of y/n (one time) Photos from Pinterest (not mine!!),Portuguese Translated with translator hehe,Probably Bad English writing,English is not My first language

AUTHORS NOTE; I wanted to thank you all for the support you gave me on my last fic andd that You can go and take a look right heree ♡

⋅°₊ • ୨୧ ‧₊° ⋅

Jan 18 via Instagram

yourusername

Liked by lando,oscarpiastri and 2.345.089 others...

yourusername; ¡Muchísimas Gracias por todo el apoyo Brasil! Eu amo muito todos vocês! 🇧🇷🤍

View all comments ...

Oscarpiastri; How are you so beautiful and talented?? 😍. └yourusername; Te amooo hermosoo❤️

username; Not Oscar being a simp for her in the comments 😭

username; I LOVE YOU

username; I was there!!!

username; WE LOVE YOU Come back to Brazil soon!! Liked by author ♡

username; I heard you're staying longer in Brazil? Is that true? I hope so!

yourbffusername; HERMOSAA,espero poder verte pronto amiga ❤️ └yourusername; Eso espero amiga ❤️ te amoo

username; NOBODY IS GOING TO TALK ABOUT BED CHEM OUTRO?!?! She really is bold compared to the other WAGS thats why i love her 💋. Liked by autor ♡

⋅°₊ • ୨୧ ‧₊° ⋅

yourusername via instagram story

"Brasil had really good bed chem 💋🇧🇷"

Liked Oscarpiastri,Alexandrasaintmleux and 324.789 others...

Limited comments

yourbffusername;From one day to the next I find myself with the best girl in Brazil?!?!

yourbffusername; btw you sexy mami in bed chem 😍

lando; WHY DIDN'T YOU INVITE ME?

Alexandrasaintmleux; I think Lando is jealous...you don't know it's a girls' day out! and Oscar thirdwheeling...🥲

oscarpiastri; that outro it's...

⋅°₊ • ୨୧ ‧₊° ⋅

Jan 23 via Instagram

yourusername

Liked by oscarpiastri,sabrinacarpenter and 3.056.789 others...

yourusername; 🇧🇷💞 This would be like a January dump???

View all comments...

sabrinacarpenter; Gorgeous girlll 💞. └yourusername; 💕 love youu

yourbffusername; 😍😍😍😍

oscarpiastri; You really posted my photo sunbathing with the helmet... └yourusername; pero te ves bien!! Me hiciste sentir cosas de lando Norris 😍🫦🫦 └lando; HEY I don't know what you said but I take it as an offense just in case...

username; i'm sorry...GIRL WHAT?!!?!? this girl is social anxiety worst fear

username; I love how she is so..."explícit", like I feel like the fourth photo would be a weird thing for a WAG to post, ESPECIALLY IF SHE'S OSCAR'S (the most shy guy ever) GIRLFRIEND └username; I KNOW,Although I feel that some Latinos are naturally like that lmao.BUT GOD OSCAR HOW ARE YOU GOING TO PRESUME THIS IN FRONT OF PEOPLE WITH HUNGER 😍

username; She delivered if i may...

username; LISTEN TOMORROW SHE WILL DO AN INTERVIEW ON A LATIN PODCAST WHICH IS NOW IN BRAZIL!!! can wait to see it

⋅°₊ • ୨୧ ‧₊° ⋅

Jan 24 via instagram story

"Enjoying some time before the interview with my amigos latinos!!"

Likes by oscarpiastri and 897.507 others...

comments

yourbffusername; GIRLL

username; MAMI ?!😍

username; NANAA HERMOSAA

username; Me seeing my girlfriend after saying that I only came here to see Oscar 😍😍

username; OSCAR You need to share her!!

username; He brags this in front of the poor people, how humble he is not 😓

⋅°₊ • ୨୧ ‧₊°

Jan 24 via a podcast!

It was beautiful, you felt at home,They asked you interesting questions about your career which you answered with joy. The environment became more comfortable turning into a fluent fun and... bold side.

"así que fuiste a Brasil con tu novio,no?" Lara said.(So you went to Brazil with Oscar, right?)

"oh sí...la pasamos estamos pasando súper bien!,es una lastima que en una semana se acabe todo..."You said sadly.(Oh yes...we are having a great time! It's a shame that everything will be over in a week...")

"jaja pues entonces que aproveche estos días al máximo,salgan a citas...vayan a la playa...vean la vista del balcón del hotel acurrucados..." Juan joked.("Haha, well then make the most of these days, go on dates...go to the beach...enjoy the view from the hotel balcony while you cuddle...")

You laughed covering your mouth understanding what kind of topic the conversation was leading to."ahh si,si...tranquilo que estamos disfrutando muchiiisimo,bastante créeme" You said playing with the microphone.(Ohh yes, yes... don't worry, we are enjoying it very much,quite much Believe me).

They both laughed and played along with your joke."Enserio?,ok pero dinos más! Queremos detalles!,que hacen..en el...día" Lara said camouflaging her question.(Really? Ok, but tell us more! We want details! What do you do...on the...day?).

You laughed and Juan looked at you ."tampoco creo que quiera decir mucho! Tiene que mantener su imagen." He scoffed.(I don't think she wants to say anything either!, she needs to keep her image clean.)

You laughed mischievously."oh no...el problema es que mi novio es muy tímido!" You said as an excuse.(Oh no the problem is that My boyfriend is very shy!).

"claro...pero del otro lado de la puerta también?, es como Sabrina Carpenter dijo!" Lara said looking for details.(Sure...but what about the other side of the door?...it's like Sabrina Carpenter said!)

"Me quedaré callada para no ponerlo en una situación incómoda jaja pero...tampoco voy a mentir sobre que no lo disfruto todas las noches!" You said to burst out laughing,Lara and Juan opened their eyes wide and laughed with you.("I'll keep quiet to not put him on the hot seat haha but... I'm not going to lie about not enjoying doing it every night either!")

"Por suerte la señorita era tranquila!" Juan said laughing.(Luckily,the lady was calm!)

⋅°₊ • ୨୧ ‧₊°

Jan 25 via isntagram

oscarpiastri

Liked by lando,Charles_leclerc and 2.034.589 others...

oscarpiastri; I really enjoyed Brazil! 🇧🇷 (I don't want to talk about it)

View all comments

lando: Well I guess it was good that they didn't invite me, I didn't want to interrupt their "happiness". └oscarpiastri: shut up

username: lando 😭

username: GIRL-

username: THAT'S WHY HER FRIENSD LEFT BRAZIL BEFORE THEM??!

yourusername: jiji sorry didnt wanted to expose you i'm that way 😚 Liked by author ♡

username: this girl is going to kill him one day

nicolepiastri: I hope you enjoyed it! Liked by autor♡

username: not nicole commenting 😭

username: y/n and Oscar's managers must be about to scold her lmfao

username: i Guess this prove they really have bed chem ���

⋅°₊ • ୨୧ ‧₊°

[jadeshifting]

— SCRIPTING YOUR FAMILY. ( i swear it can work even if they’re not dead )

　.   　　˚　　 　　*　　 　　✦　　　.　　.　　　✦　˚ 　　　　 ˚　.˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　 　　 　　　　

— DISCLAIMER. script what you want !! this isn’t judgement or an attempt to convince you of anything. i still have ded family in some realities, don’t worry :^)

alright, so a lot of shifters skip right to scripting their DR families straight into the afterlife. gone, nonexistent, dead and buried. this is for a myriad of reasons, though for me and everyone i know, it has a lot to do with backstory, or the idea that family ties are going to cramp our style or get in the way of our dream life and the plot. but, for anyone who’s interested, let’s flip the script (pun intended) and talk about why creating an original, unique family for your desired reality can actually make your experience richer, more meaningful, and a whole lot more fun !!

WHY KEEP THE FAMILY DRAMA?

first off, let’s address the elephant in the room: family can be a lot. but scripting them out entirely can be like throwing the baby out with the bathwater !! there’s tons of potential to consider there. a family offers plenty of opportunities to add depth, lore, and a whole bunch of emotional layers to your DR. think about it—what’s a life without a little family drama, a bit of cozy love, or even a quirky aunt who always brings the laughs? it doesn’t have to be a big, happy family—it can be whatever you feel like you need, whatever fits

HOW TO BUILD YOUR DR FAMILY

　.   　　˚　　 　　*　　 　　✦　　　.　　.　　　✦　˚ 　　　　 ˚　.˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　 　　 　　　　

— SIZE MATTERS ( but not really ) .　　. 　 ˚　. when scripting your DR family, start with size. do you want a big, loud, chaotic family with siblings running around, or something closer to a small, tight-knit crew? maybe you’re an only child who’s the apple of your parents’ eyes, or perhaps you’re in the middle of a bustling household where everyone’s got a role to play. there’s no right or wrong—just what feels right for you, and what you feel like you need in that specific DR

— CHOOSE YOUR ROLES .　　. 　 ˚　. who’s in your family? a loving, supportive mom who’s your biggest cheerleader? a cool dad who’s kind of your best friend? maybe a set of grandparents who tell you the most insane stories about their youth, or a mouthy sibling who keeps you on your toes. think about the roles that would enrich your life in your DR. remember, these people are there to support your life, not unnecessarily complicate it

— CONNECTIONS .　　. 　 ˚　. now, here’s where it gets fun (in my opinion): your relationships. are you super close with your mom, the kind of close where you can endlessly gossip and have deep life talks? is your dad the type to give you space but always manages to have your back when it counts? maybe you have an insane sibling rivalry that spans over a decade. the relationships you script can add so much flavor to your DR—it’s all about creating connections that resonate with you, and support you in all the ways you want to be supported

FITTING INTO THE LORE ( making it make sense )

if your DR has a specific lore or world-building element ( Hogwarts, Marvel, etc. you know ), weave your family into it !! maybe your mom’s a legendary witch, or your dad’s a top Auror. perhaps your family runs a magical bakery, or you’re part of an ancient lineage with a complex magical or academic heritage. the point is, your family should feel at home in your DR, adding to the story rather than feeling like an afterthought that detracts from it

SOME IDEAS FOR YOUR DR FAMILY

　.   　　˚　　 　　*　　 　　✦　　　.　　.　　　✦　˚ 　　　　 ˚　.˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　 　　 　　　　

( just to get you started )

— MAGICAL LINEAGE .　　. 　 ˚　. your family has a rich history tied to your DR’s lore—maybe you’re descendants of a powerful wizard, or you’ve got a long-standing feud with another powerful family. drama

— ECCENTRIC GROUP .　　. 　 ˚　. a family full of eccentric or seemingly ridiculous people—a dad who invents magical gadgets, a mom who’s an expert potion maker, siblings who are always concocting some mischievous or downright strange plans

— TIGHT-KNIT TEAM .　　. 　 ˚　. quiet and likely unassuming—just a small, close family who’s been through everything together together. you lot might not be flashy, but their love and support are solid and you know you can always count on them

— CHAOTIC CLAN .　　. 　 ˚　. a massive, bustling family where everyone’s got their own unique role. maybe you’ve got siblings with vastly different personalities, parents that always have something insane to say, or aunts and uncles hailing from faraway places. family gatherings are always an ordeal

DON’T STRESS THE DETAILS

here’s the deal: scripting your DR family is about enhancing your experience, not stressing you out or detracting from all the things you wanna do. whether you want to create a sprawling family tree or just script a few key members, it’s all up to you. and remember—at the end of the day, your DR is personal to you. it’s about what makes you feel connected, supported, and ready to dive into the adventure of a lifetime

so, build that dream family !! whether they’re magical, mundane, or somewhere in between, totally supportive or bringing never-ending drama to spice things up, at the end of the day they’re there to add richness and depth to your DR. and trust me, it’ll make your journey all the more special if you let it !!

　.   　　˚　　 　　*　　 　　✦　　　.　　.　　　✦　˚ 　　　　 ˚　.˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　 　　 　　　　

[brutally-loving]

Okay I'm doing it with Choso here goes nothing!!

What do your f/o's hugs feel like?

I can imagine that it depends on where we are. I hug tightly, and I think he'd match my energy sometimes, especially after a specifically stressful situation or something. I'd think he'd generally be very gentle with me, almost wary of hurting me, but when he realized that I didn't mind either way, he'd relax and hug a little tighter. I think he'd like leaning into me, and letting me rest my head on his shoulder.

What are your favorite dates to have with them?

Literally anything that I can explore or experience with him. I want to give him new experiences, I want him to be able to see and remember all these beautiful things with me.

What are their favorite dates to have with you?

Choso likes inside dates, I think. He doesn't really care for going on, he'd rather sit inside with me and?? Maybe listen to me talk, maybe cuddle. That's a great date as far as he's concerned. (I'm drawn to agree btw I'd love that time with him too)

Do you have any songs that remind you of them?

Not yet- I think if I were to choose one, I'd be drawn to think... So Much For Stardust or Love From The Other Side by Fall Out Boy. And that's just bc those are songs I'd want to show him SO bad-

Do they have any songs that make them think of you?

Maybe someone else can answer this bc I ain't got NOTHING. Though he'd probably think of me whenever hearing my favorite bands (Disturbed, Avenged Sevenfold, Mindless Self Indulgence, Fall Out Boy)

What's the height difference between you and your f/o?

If I remember correctly, he's about 6 feet tall. I'm 5'5, but I love wearing platforms when I can, so it could be anywhere from 7 inches to 1 inch difference between us. Depends on the day and the shoes. I think he'd like when I wear my tall shoes.

On a 1-10 scale, with 1 being the least and 10 being the most, how much do they like PDA with you?

I'm the PDA person. I think that he wouldn't give a singular SHIT about who sees what, so he's content with whatever I'm bringing to the table. He's like. 7 naturally, I think.

What's your favorite feature about your f/o?

What a silly question. His everything- but if I had to choose, it's the eyes and hair. Emo boy 💞💞 kisses for him.

What do you think they smell like?

I'm unsure. If I gave him a cologne smell, like I made for a bunch of others f/os once, I think he'd have to be a bit of a cooler smokier smell. Not tobacco but like... smoked wood. Not too strong though, as he'd have earthy base tones and maybe a lime mix for top notes.

What is your f/os biggest love languages? They don't have to be one of the "five", it can be anything specific they use to show you love.

I'm pretty sure it's quality time and acts of service. He seems like he values time and being around others. He wants to do his best for those he cares for, after all. He probably thrives with the variety in how I show love, but he really defaults to "how can I help and make you feel appreciated" I'd think.

Do you guys sleep in the same bed? If so, what's it like sleeping with them?

Absolutely yes. He couldn't escape me if he wanted to. /j But, I think it'd be nice. He's cool to the touch, and I overheat at night. I'd probably cuddle him throughout the night, which both helps me sleep more solidly AND keeps me from flailing like I do when I'm alone. I'm unsure of how we'd lay, but I think he'd be fine with me holding him.

What's your favorite headcanon about your f/o?

I don't have one yet dhdhdhdh- I like the "cool to the touch" and "notably clingy" sort of ideas though... need someone to match my freak in that way after all /hj

What is the dynamic that you and your f/o have?

"Extrovert that talks to everyone w/ introvert who doesn't want to talk to anyone really" and "openly clingy bastard w/ silently attached non-bastard" I'm thinking (I'm the first of both btw)

What does your f/o do for you when you're having a rough day?

I think he'd let me dote on him extra for my own satisfaction, but also keep an eye on my energy levels. He'd be willing to say that he's tired and would like me to come lay/sit down with him, just to get me to actually chill out. I also think he'd do small things for me that he knows I won't ask for, but kinda need-

Do you like to hold hands? If so, what's that like?

YESSSS I LOVE TO HOLD HANDS! I'd grip him quite firmly, brush my thumb against the back of his hand when I'm holding it. His hands are cool, so it kind of soothes my soul to hold his hands. His hands are definitely bigger than mine, so I think I'd hold one of his with both of mine sometimes. Smh I have small hands.

Do they like to give you little kisses? If so, where is their favorite place to kiss? (Face, hands, etc)

I have NO IDEA ✌️

Vice versa, do YOU like to give them little kisses? If so, where is YOUR favorite place to give them?

YES I DO! His forehead, his nose, the backs of his hands, his knuckles, and probably shoulders too. Most of the time, I'm genuinely happy to kiss wherever is available to let's be so fr

What's your favorite silly leisure activity to do with your f/o?

Sit down together and yap ceaselessly. I want to talk. I talk a lot. I want him to hear all of my stories and talk to me about what he's interested in-

What is your favorite compliment that your f/o gives you? What is your favorite nickname that they for you, if they have one?

Me when I don't know. If anyone has any suggestions let me know🧍‍♂️

What's your favorite compliment to give THEM? What is your favorite nickname to call them?

UH. I think I'd specifically compliment his kindness and consideration. I need him to know that it means a lot to me, how he is. I'd compliment and praise his demeanor and behavior because I like it and need him to know that. I think I'd also compliment his actions that he takes for me, just so that he knows I see him and adore what he does. As for nicknames? Really basic ones I suppose. "Baby", "love", "darling", "handsome", whatever floats my boat at the moment. Some days I say stupid shit and other days I give him heartfelt nicknames. I think I'd use the nicknames in tandem with his name though so...

Specific people I'd like to see read my shit (off the top of my head, though id like anyone who wants to see it to read dhdhdh): @one-winged-dreams @lovesickvalentines @fl0ralsxgar @frankys-wife @selfshipping-tboy @everynya thank you all sm for supporting me ily all

I want everyone to have the chance to ramble about their romantic f/os, so I'm gonna make a reblog game where yall can answer the plethora of questions I'm gonna toss down. Any of the questions you want to answer, as little or as much as you'd like!! I'll read them all. PR.O.SHIP DNI!!! AT ALL! GET OUT-

SO!! SELFSHIPPERS! RIDDLE ME THIS:

What do your f/o's hugs feel like?

What are your favorite dates to have with them?

What are their favorite dates to have with you?

Do you have any songs that remind you of them? Do they have any songs that make them think of you?

What's the height difference between you and your f/o?

On a 1-10 scale, with 1 being the least and 10 being the most, how much do they like PDA with you?

What's your favorite feature about your f/o?

What do you think they smell like?

What is your f/os biggest love languages? They don't have to be one of the "five", it can be anything specific they use to show you love.

Do you guys sleep in the same bed? If so, what's it like sleeping with them?

What's your favorite headcanon about your f/o?

What is the dynamic that you and your f/o have?

What does your f/o do for you when you're having a rough day?

Do you like to hold hands? If so, what's that like?

Do they like to give you little kisses? If so, where is their favorite place to kiss? (Face, hands, etc)

Vice versa, do YOU like to give them little kisses? If so, where is YOUR favorite place to give them?

What's your favorite silly leisure activity to do with your f/o?

What is your favorite compliment that your f/o gives you? What is your favorite nickname that they for you, if they have one?

What's your favorite compliment to give THEM? What is your favorite nickname to call them?

Okay I can't wait to see some answers!! Feel free to reblog as many times with as many f/os as you want. ANYONE CAN PARTICIPATE! SEEING THIS POST IS AN INVITATION FOR YOU!!

People I'd like to see answer this off the top of my head (but don't have to!!): @moxanji-real @one-winged-dreams @lovesickvalentines @graveluvr @clawingatmy-enclosure @starshakez @jpeg-indulgence @everynya @tropgothships @selfshipping-tboy @amelielovesamaris @pixel-comfort @fl0ralsxgar

[ghouljams]

Hi. I slept around when i was 18-24 years old. I slept with 27 people (mostly one night stands) in total. I deeply regret this. My behavour started due to a sexual assault, which sent me into a spiral of alcoholism, self-hate and depression. I had almost most of my partners in a drunken state, some I don't even remember. Thankfully I have been sober for two and a half years and abstained from sex for three years. I have also reflected upon my actions and turned my life around. My past experiences and behaviour have really damaged how I percieve sex and my body. Since being abstained from sex I have realized how much it means. I want to start dating, to hopefully have a long-term commitment. I am however, terrified that my "encounters" will be a dealbreaker. This idea that men just "have to deal with it" is nice, but I think it is bs in reality. I think for most men it is a deal-breaker, and I have to live with that. But I do not wish to lie about my past to my future partner either, should the topic come up. Any thoughts or tips? Would love some perspective.

Wow. Heavy.

I sat with how, and if, to answer this for a while because I want to approach this with compassion and understanding.

First: I think talking this out with a therapist, if you aren't already, would help you out a lot. There are plenty of therapists who specialize in sexual trauma and I think that's what you should look for if you decide to seek help.

Second I want to say that I think this hard pendulum swing from hyper-sexuality to sexual guilt is too common, but no less harmful to the person experiencing it. I wish I could hold your hand when I say that I think you've moved from one form of self harm to another. Beating yourself up over decisions you made in the wake of a horrible trauma that came from a need to cope is not going to help you in the long run.

The way we perceive ourselves is constantly changing, but that doesn't mean we're always right. I also would caution you against putting "meaning" on sex. Sex is just sex. It's a thing people do for a million different reasons, some mean something and others don't. The idea that sex has some huge weight to it or is a special gift that you only give people you truly care about is incredibly dangerous and will only damage your perception of yourself further. It's also incredibly motivated by the idea that you can shame people into obedience.

Do not fall victim to indoctrination tactics that put you in a position of shame.

Here's the truth of the matter. For some men it will be a deal-breaker, and for others it won't be, but why would you want to chase after the men who dislike you for something you did out of self-preservation? Also in all honesty most men don't give a shit about how many people you've slept with. This idea that all men want a perfect virginal vessel is just absolute horseshit that's been perpetuated by misogynistic media and disseminated to the general population. The only thing a good partner will care about is if you're comfortable and interested in having sex with them.

Men don't care how many people you've had sex with. Men are dogs. Men are lucky to even get sex with everything they've done to you.

I also want to leave you with this: the way you talk about yourself and sex raises many alarm bells. I don't know if you have a deeply christian background or if you've recently gotten involved with a church, but they are not helping you. I would caution you against placing too much weight behind the decisions you made in the past impacting the way your future will go. You are not a sinner who's been permanently marred by your deeds. You are a person who made choices you now regret and that's ok. Your future is dependent on the people you surround yourself with and the way you present yourself. Sex doesn't mean anything unless you want it to, but the people that tell you sex means everything are hurting you.

[xandoria]

Penelope is Spartan

An overanalyzing of 'Would you Fall in Love with Me' from someone fascinated by the more domestic aspects of Sparta.

Something that I haven't seen Epic fans talking about is the fact Penelope is Spartan. They talk about the war effort, and how sometimes, a Spartan would kill a lover's enemies as an expression of love. They talk about Sparta's efficiency in battle and how Penelope could defend herself if necessary. But they don't talk about the other aspect of Sparta.

Penelope would have had an extensive education like most Spartan women, and she would have seen what happens when soldiers come home. Young girls were often the caretakers of physically able-bodied but mentally unwell soldiers who had just returned from the wars. She would have seen the night terrors, the shell-shocked, the flashbacks. The violent outbursts towards even family followed by the guilt when they return from the war in their mind. She would have seen the afterwards of war firsthand.

In 'Would you Fall in Love with Me Again?', Penelope is seeing her husband come home, haunted by things he did on the journey home, decisions he had to make in the Trojan War, the final screams of his crew and enemies alike. She knows he is different in spirit and body, but she also knows the horrors of war do not change who you are at heart if you are strong (Spartan belief, not my own).

His question is not a glorified 'would you still love me if I was a worm?' It is a beg for her to love him as a monster, because he truly believes he is a monster. Penelope doesn't see the monster. She sees her husband hurting and lashing out because while he was as prepared for what the war would do as someone could, no one could have been prepared for the journey he experienced coming home.

She sees her husband who has watched everyone he knew and loved die. Who lost their mother (and just found out according to Penelope). Whose son is over 20 years old, who he never got to see grow up. Who came home to find himself disrespected and betrayed by people he trusted to keep his kingdom, wife, and son safe: came home to another battlefield. His question is more like 'Is this another battle I must face to come back to you?'

But Odysseus has never been moved by words alone, and she knows from experience just telling someone the 'war is over' is not enough to ground them in reality. So she poses him a question for herself and him. 'Would you take our wedding bed away?' She knows it's impossible without destroying their bed, without destroying a symbol of their love. If he would do such a thing, he truly is not her husband: the war had damaged him too much, and she could not bear to face that battle, because it would be impossible to win.

But he doesn't try. He starts breaking down, getting angry at the mere thought of her asking him to do such a wicked act in his eyes. That is their love she is asking him to destroy. Penelope can work with anger: she's been toying with suitors for 20 years at this point and likely had to deescalate situations many times herself. And she knows her husband in ways he has forgotten he exists.

She matches his anger. She shouts right back at him, snapping him out of the spiral his mind is going through at the thought of her rejection, because to him, it was a rejection of his return. He is reeling from being tricked, because it was a trick. It has been 20 years: he remembered his wife was clever, but not how much cleverer she was then him.

She's saying 'you have committed acts of war, your hands soiled by blood I cannot imagine. But I do not love your hands on their own. I do not love the monster in your eyes alone, but your soul that remains full of love for me. Your hands have committed atrocities in the name of our love and returning home, your eyes' monster roars for me. No amount of anger, time, nor the gods themselves will take you from me.'

TLDR: Penelope has experiences with PTSD from warfare, and she won't let trauma keep her husband away from her.

[putschki1969]

Kalafina Anniversary Live 2025 Pamphlet HQ Scans Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Google Drive Link

👉  For PERSONAL USE ONLY 👉  CREDIT me and LINK to my blog if you use/share 👉  SUPPORT Kalafina | BUY the pamphlet

Interview with Hikaru

--This will be Kalafina's first live performance in about seven years. How did you feel when you found out that the concert was going to be held?

"Various emotions were going through my mind at the same time, but to sum it up in one sentence, I felt like 'we can do this'. I was beyond happy that the three of us would be able to sing Kalafina's music again, that it was actually becoming a reality. Six years had passed, so I was excited to see what would happen if the three of us sang together again."

--How did you feel when the three of you first got together to sing during a live rehearsal?

"Along with nostalgia, it brought back memories of Kalafina's chorus work. When the three of us sing together, it just feels so right. Over the past six years, I've had the opportunity to sing with many different people while working solo, but I think there is a unique sound and energy in each song that only the three of us can create."

--What did the three of you talk about during the first rehearsal?

"We had a packed schedule for our rehearsals so we weren't able to have any particularly deep discussions. We thought, 'let's just try to get in tune with each other,' so we spent our time singing with the image of regaining the feeling of being Kalafina."

--Were you able to quickly get back into the swing of things with Kalafina?

"I immediately remembered how it felt back then. However, because we had been apart for a while, even though I was able to regain that feeling, I felt that it would take a little more time to express those feelings through my singing. Those first few rehearsals really helped me see what I needed to do from now on."

--So it was necessary to re-examine what you need to do to sing as a member of Kalafina?

"That's right. We have a renewed sense of determination to do our best. Naturally, the time and experience each of us has gained working as solo artists comes into play when we get together as a trio to sing, but beyond that, there is something unchanging about Kalafina. It may be an exaggeration to say it's almost like a chemical reaction when we come together, but I want to take on the challenge once again to see how beautiful a melody we can create as a trio."

--What do you think of Wakana and Keiko's vocal appeal?

"There are many singers in the world who can produce beautiful high notes and low notes, but these two are really special to me. Wakana has always been said to be great at expressing transience and sorrow, but what's even more impressive is that her voice is not simply delicate but also has energy and strength to it. Keiko has a deep, enveloping voice, and her charm is that you can feel so much love in her cool low notes. Also, there's a new feeling to her voice that I didn't feel during the 10 years she was with Kalafina, maybe it's because she's been doing solo work that I'm able to feel this."

--The current Kalafina probably combines the unchanging things from when you were singing as a trio, and the growth that has come with your solo activities.

"Yes, I think that everyone who comes to our live show might feel this way. But of course, it's all subjective and everyone is free to feel whatever they want so even if you feel like 'Kalafina never changes no matter how much time passes' or 'this is a completely new and mature Kalafina', we will be happy. We have had 10 years as Kalafina, and 7 years by ourselves, all of this has made us who we are today."

--Now, what do you think about the appeal of Kalafina's music?

"The songs were written to suit our voices, and I think they are unique songs that make the most of each of our individual strengths. That's why it feels lonely to sing them by myself. When I first went solo, I sang Kalafina songs during my live concert and it felt so lonely that I stopped singing them after that *laughs*. Because these songs were written for the three of us to sing, I simply want to fulfill the role of Hikaru that the songs require, and I believe that by doing so, the songs will resonate more with everyone."

--What are your thoughts about all the fans who have continued to love Kalafina for such a long time?

"So many people have supported our activities over the past 10 years, and there are so many people who have continued to listen to Kalafina's music even after that, I have nothing but gratitude for them. Kalafina is really special to me, and I think that everyone has always known this. I want to convey to everyone at the live in January, 'thank you for waiting for us all this time.'"

--Finally, please tell us your thoughts about today's pamphlet photo shoot.

"It felt like it had been so long since the three of us had been together like this, we remembered the feeling of taking group photos, the distance and subsequent intimacy we felt when we were told to 'get a little closer together' *laughs*. And we even got to talk about personal things in between takes, it really felt like we were continuing right where we had left off with no gaps in between."

[lorifragolina]

Midlife Crisis

This is my contributio for the @harringrovemicroficandart January prompt! Prompt: Crisis WC: 805 TW: No TW but It's sad (at least for me...)

Read it on AO3

The thought hit Steve when he looked at the pictures of his last birthday.

Jesus, he looked so old. He didn’t seem old, not that old, but he felt all his 45 years falling over him like a truck.

When did he start to look like his father? He didn’t look “his father” old, he looked way younger, but it wasn’t the point: he didn’t recognize himself. 

Billy was in almost all the pictures, looking so young and beautiful, while he seemed so worn out… when he grew so older than his partner? When their over twenty years relationship had become so tight for Steve? They had been together for the most of their lives. Was that his future? Growing old and tired and just… used to a relationship he didn’t ever recognize anymore?

It wasn’t Billy’s fault, of course. He never stopped trying, he never stopped taking care of Steve, and himself. He regularly hit the gym, ran, ate clean and such things, he was still hot even after all that time and of course, they still had great sex, but… Steve barely started things anymore, but he didn't have the courage to talk to Billy. 

Maybe it was that young new coworker of Steve, just twenty-something and so queer and modern, like Steve never had been. Things are changed now, now a young lad could be a flamboyant gay in his office’s hallways and nobody cared; Steve wore crop tops back in the past, but he could never be like that. Times had changed and he felt he had been left behind. 

He grew resentful. At least Billy had his early teen years to explore, but Steve had been stuck in a twenty-year relationship since he came out as gay before turning twenty.

Stuck… the word struck him. Is it what he really thought? Billy never said no when he asked to try new things; they went places, explored, but Steve had never been interested in doing such things without Billy, and he never was interested in being with anyone else… until now. 

Until the shiny new lad approached him at his desk looking at him like a hot piece of meat. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember your name… Stud?” He smiled, flashing his tongue, and Steve blushed, completely dumbfounded.

“Steve…” he managed to answer, feeling twenty years younger. They kept playing in the next week and when Steve returned home and looked at his man with his muscled arms in his rolled up shirt, he just felt trapped in that kitchen, even if it wasn’t true. 

“What if we open our relationship?” Steve said one day, trying to seem casual. 

Billy was puzzled, Steve never gave him a clue before.

“Why?”

Steve shied away, he was afraid to confess he just wanted to fuck a brand new baby boy who probably had slept with more men than him. He made some excuses but Billy just didn’t feel comfortable at the moment. 

Steve started to “work late,” and “going out with the coworkers, you know, for team building”, and Billy wasn’t happy when he returned late at night, smelling of cheap alcohol and smoke. 

“Did you go to the club? We can go this weekend together, if you want,” but Steve always declined. It was the point: he wanted to have some experiences alone, even if it wasn’t right towards Billy. 

They never got married, so they didn’t have a nasty divorce; they had a nasty break up indeed, when Steve said things that Billy didn’t deserve and Billy didn’t be quiet in turn.

Of course, Steve was only a pretty distraction for his new young lover, and when he left him empty and alone in his new, little bachelor apartment, he sadly questioned himself and his fucking midlife crisis.

He still thought about Billy, even if they went no contact for the last couple of years; he just found an old box he  probably never opened since he moved out from indiana.

Old tapes, an old walkman too, his yearbook, a little box of pictures… and there, he found it.

A photo he took with his old polaroid during a hike he did with the party.

Billy, in his lifeguard uniform, lazily sitting on a blanket with his book, one of his blond curls burning by the summer sun. He was looking at the camera with his sassy look but a hint of a smile that Steve, holding the picture in his hand, realized he was missing like fresh air. 

He hoped Billy kept his old phone number, Steve didn’t, and he was shaking while dialing it.

“Hargrove,” answered Billy.

“Billy…” it’s me, Steve was about to say, but he realized that he hadn’t anymore the right to be “me”. 

“Billy… it’s Steve…” 

He waited in silence, with his heart in his mouth.

[asthedeathoflight]

A Gentle Sound (the Rolling in the Graves) pt 4

Pt 1 Pt 3

Surprise! I've actually had this chapter written for like more than a month because I got excited and started writing Rembrandt pov when I wasn't done with Cowgirl's yet. Let's talk worldbuilding! There's no actual advancement of the plot in this one lol it's just Rembrandt backstory.

- - -

Humans have many theories on the ecology of sirens. Rembrandt, in her limited and singular experience, cannot consider herself a truly objective source on sirendom. Nevertheless, she feels fairly comfortable in saying that most human theories about sirens are wrong. This is because, among the myriad of things humans are amusingly wrong about, they are most wrong about desire. 

What is desire, to a siren? Impossible question. Rembrandt can no more define desire than she can define sound. The real question, then, is what is desire to a human?

Humans are reaching, needy creatures. Always grasping for each other in their blindness, unable to comprehend the great cacophony of their being. Humans ascribe a malicious otherness to the magnetism they feel in siren song. A siren’s song, so the story goes, engenders desire in the human mind, irresistibly drawing them towards something they would never usually want. 

This is, in Rembrandt’s opinion, a cute way to think about it. 

Here is what Rembrandt knows about singing: it’s actually more like echolocation. Rembrandt can feel desire thrumming beneath the skin of every living thing - hunger, fear, lust. Everything which is alive wants something. Human beings, especially. They want so elaborately, so desperately, like they would die to go without. And when humans hear her wanting - her longing, her curiosity - they, as social creatures, instinctively reach out for it. 

This is what Rembrandt has learned in her time bewitching humans: you have to climb the side of the boat before you open your mouth. 

Either that, or you have to not want the humans to be closer to you, and sirens are legendarily unequipped for not wanting. 

Rembrandt has attempted to broach the subject of echolocation with other sirens, when they cross paths. They are mostly uninterested. Human language is a tool. Who cares what terms they have come up with to classify an underwater world they will never truly understand? Who has ever wanted something like echolocation?

These are the words they know, in every language spoken by any human who lives by the water: turn back, look away, forget. In the shadows of fishing nets, in the long memories of sirens who remember what the sea used to be: come closer, jump, breathe in. 

It’s an art, or a sport, to look long and deep enough at a human mind to draw out the basal want which undergirds every other aspect of them. There are, after all, a potentially infinite supply of humans on potentially infinite beaches, with infinite desire pumping away in their chests. They want to be remembered, to be loved, to be looked at and admired and coveted. Rembrandt isn’t sure what the goal of this game is. She doesn’t like the words associated with it. I love you. I have the answer. You’ll never be scared again. This one especially, a phrase of English that she finds so morbid as to ruin her appetite for a week: You’ll never want for anything ever again. 

So Rembrandt is strange and off-putting twice over, never quite satisfied with the idle amusements of her kinfolk. But Rembrandt has her own games, and has learned to be quite good at them.

Here is what Rembrandt knows: there is a type of boat which can be found in virtually any ocean which contains a type of human who all have the same bright hummingbird flutter of excitement in them, and the only words they want to hear from Rembrandt are, Tell me everything you know.

So Rembrandt knows about echolocation. And radar. And fluid dynamics. She knows about benthic worms and seastar wasting disease and dolphins - she knows more than humans do about dolphins, but that seems rude to point out. And knowing all these things is good because it means she can ask the next human more specific questions, even if she’s starting to encounter more and more skepticism that, yes, she does understand the evolutionary relationship between osteichthyes and sarcopterygii, and no, they don’t need to explain that to her. 

The humans sob into her arms sometimes, like she could hold their apologies. Rembrandt wants to say she's not an angel, she doesn't speak for the waves, but some of them have been out on the water for a long time trying to help, and the sea has never spoken back before. So she holds them, and she brings them gifts of cracked purple sea urchin because a fisherman in the South Pacific taught her that they’re bad for kelp forests but you can eat the soft yellow insides, and she extends her memory of the sweet white flesh of the lionfish she was offered by a diver in the Bahamas into the minds of sharks. 

And this is how she lives. Most of the time. 

- - - 

Ajax doesn’t remember how they met. This was unintentional on Rembrandt’s part. Humans who have never encountered a siren before tend to have difficulty reconciling the memory with the rest of their life. The few humans she’s run into more than once usually believe that she was a particularly detailed dream they once had. The amnesia varies in intensity based on how strongly the humans are affected by her presence. And Ajax, well. Ajax had taken it pretty hard. 

Rembrandt had just been bored that day, because it was winter and there was a storm off past the coast and there weren’t any boats out and the docks were empty. Or, well, she’d thought they were empty. She had been singing, yes, that’s her bad, but she was just trying to echolocate whether there were any humans slightly further inland that she could convince to come talk to her for a little while. She doesn’t know why Ajax was fucking about on the pier. Ajax doesn’t remember. 

Unless the siren is intentionally trying to communicate a specific desire to a human, humans only hear in siren song what they bring to it. They reflect back onto it with their own wanting. And god, Ajax wanted. There was an empty, ravenous ache in Ajax that Rembrandt’s song echoed in, and Rembrandt had felt how unprepared Ajax was to feel it. How apart from it she had tried to keep herself. How thoroughly Rembrandt had cracked through where she’d iced over that pain years ago. 

And Rembrandt will take a lot of accusations from humans but she objects to uncompassionate because she had pulled herself out of the water and come up onto the pier to make sure whoever she’d heard was okay. 

Ajax had a headache, and she was disoriented. Rembrandt sat with her on the ground until she’d gotten her wits about herself enough to decide she probably hadn’t drank enough water that day and kind of embarrassedly snap at Rembrandt to quit fuckin’ hoverin’ because she was fine and stomp off. And Rembrandt thought that was probably just a lesson in being more careful around humans because they had such delicate minds, yes, capable of incredible things but so easily bruised. 

Except that Ajax came back. She didn’t know why, but a few days later she sat down on an empty dock and stared out into the water, frowning. She hadn’t quite managed to put a lid on the depth of her wanting, and she couldn’t remember anything about what she wanted other than it was down by the docks. 

Humans think sirens have the monopoly on compulsion. They’re too self-centered to imagine the sword could cut both ways. Once Rembrandt had heard Ajax, she couldn't unhear her. And when Ajax wanted her, Rembrandt couldn't stay away. 

And Ajax really did want her, was the thing. Ajax liked hearing her talk. Ajax liked that she got overexcited talking about coral and she even sometimes agreed to eat small pieces of the fish Rembrandt was eating, even if she mostly didn't like them. Ajax had that hummingbird curiosity in her too, even if she didn't know it. Rembrandt could feel her fear and her uncertainty, her sense that she was unremarkable and Rembrandt was extraordinary, and eventually Rembrandt would realize that and leave her. Ajax didn't understand, couldn't understand, how completely she had Rembrandt at her beck and call. What did humans say? Hook, line, and sinker. 

Rembrandt thinks if humans knew how vulnerable sirens were to the simple joy of being wanted, they'd never be afraid of them again.

- - -

Thank you for coming to my fish autism ted talk. I'll see you in a week for Rembrandt's continuing adventures in trying to socialize with humans.

[aliosne]

Saw a post about working class butches in physical labour jobs and wanted to make my own, so: I love you butches who do childcare or early education. I love you butch nurses. I love you butch house cleaners and janitorial staff. I love you service industry butches. I love you butches who do sex work. I love you working class butches who do “feminine” jobs you are cool as hell

[bulbabutt]

no offence to people who genuinely enjoyed james somerton and feel cheated but you could kind of tell he didnt give a shit about anything he ever said. there was no passion or personable anecdotes in anything he ever made, and the fact he was constantly posting videos was crazy. like if you watch your more popular video essayists theyre always coming from a point of 1) education in a field 2) passion in a subject and 3) being open about themselves

like , this man hopped on the video essay train because of the popularity of his peers and just tokened himself into "the gay video essayist" as if so many other people werent already doing that? and the lack of care for intersectionality was obvious. i stopped ever watching him after he took it personally that some marvel show was about black exploitation in america and not about two men kissing each other, cuz it became abundantly clear that was the only experience he gave a shit about (his own)

[essektheylyss]

Safety tools for games are very well and good and if you and your group need them you should absolutely use them, but sometimes the way people talk about them feels like they are using those tools as a straight-up substitute for, like, working to develop interpersonal skills and the capacity for talking openly with friends.

[candlebel]

I cared. I still do. I still think of you and I still cry over you. You were importat to me. You still are.

[himalayaan-flowers]

mental health experts are not a thing

[moonmoonthecrabking]

"kitty's feelings for yuri came out of nowhere" it was set up better in the show than when i realised i had crushes on girls in real life

[weirdgirlbymommylonglegs]

there’s being a teenage girl in your 20s then there’s whatever the fuck the babyface by sorry mom experience is

[devotedlystrangewizard]

anyway if, by the time i have figured out how to code a game, we still dont have it (and i expect we wont) i WILL make an rpg with aro "love" interests. ur protagonist can be an aroallo whore now. whats love if not the thing that some people feel sometimes. some of your allies are only down to have sex with you and will reject you outright if you try to romance them. no monogamy limits outside of maybe specific actual romances. these aros would be absolutely destroyed by the potential fandom but its ok i didnt make them for you <2