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thetravelingtyper · 4 months ago

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Letters From Nowhere - 3 (CBF! Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Reader x Simon 'Ghost' Riley)

After dinner you and Simon spend some time walking down memory lane...

Warnings: FLUFF

Part 2, Part 4, Masterlist

An: I am back! I was gone from home for a while and got really busy please enjoy! There may be some mistakes as i was in a hurry at lunch to post this C: Thanks to @breakawayresin for proofing and being amazing <3

Chapter 3 - Spark

Spark - a trace of a specified quality or intense feeling.

The hall you enter is decorated with frames. Scenes of Rachel with you, Johnny and her parents all mixed together. There is a continuous theme of purple dotted around the house. Fresh lavender in a vase on the piano, a purple pull over on the couch, and one that makes you laugh as Elizabeth comes into view, a purple hatted gnome.

“Dinner is in the oven, Simon went to shower.”

You hear Riley bark from the kitchen.

Elizabeth calls the dog and she comes barrelling down the hall, skidding to a stop on the hardwood floors. Johnny comes to you after closing the door, hand coming to the small of your back as he stands behind you. You laugh as Riley notices you after giving Elizabeth whale eyes, she trots over and sits at your feet for pets, your hand dropping to her ears naturally.

Elizabeth smiles at you before there is a beeping from the kitchen.

“Oh that’ll be the pie! You lovebirds have fun, dinner will be ready in 30 minutes.”

With that she pats your arm and heads down the hall and into the kitchen.

“Let's go see Simon Hen.”

You shrug and follow Johnny and Riley down the hall, into the living room and into the guest area of the house. Opening a door you enter Elizabeth's second guest bedroom, Johnny's old room. Old posters still stick to the wall as the sound of Simon showering filters through under the bathroom door. Instead of the double bed there are now two full beds, one in each corner of the large room. A window between them filters in the sunset. On one bed you see a balaclava, evidence of Simon you think as a duffle bag sits neatly at the base of the neatly made bet.

The other side of the room makes you chuckle, much more familiar with the mess that is Johnny when he is home. The bed is roughly made and his boots sit crooked at the base of the bed. As you smooth the comforter you hear Simon enter, turning to smile at him. A shine of surprise softens his eyes as he comes out dressed in black sweats and a black shirt.

“Your hair is getting long Simon.”

Johnny moves over to the older man, hand fondly tracing the man's hair before Simon grumbles,

“Better than your stupid old mohawk.”

“I think you look charming Simon,” You approach the man tenderly, swatting Johnny gently on the shoulder to leave the man alone.

Simon’s eyes turn down to you as you wander close, he allows you gently into his space. He lifts a hand to your hair tenderly, moving a few loose strands. Johnny smiles, turning to his things to allow the moment of inspection.

“Aye so he’s the charming one?”

Riley enters the room at that moment, taking no time before jumping up onto Johnny’s bed with a kong in her mouth. She watches you and Simon with curious eyes as Johnny grumbles,

“Why is she so insistent on my bed?”

You laugh, the sound chiming out and Simon's lips quirk up, he steps forward to where you can feel his warmth. You lean into it, head coming to his shoulder. He gives a pleased hum at that as Johnny tries pulling the comforter straight under Riley. The dog drops her kong, before pouncing on Johnny with a bark, licking his face, tail a wagging storm.

“Aye, quit it mutt!” He just laughs, rolling onto the bed to accept the ministrations of the eager dog. Once she is pleased, pinning Johnny down with her weight she jumps off him onto the ground.

“You lost to a dog johnny.”

You giggle from Simon's shoulder before you are yanked back by Johnny to the bed yourself with a yelp and he pins you down easily, ticking at your sides as peals of laughter escape your mouth. You plead with him to stop rolling on top of him but he doesn't let up.

“Simon help!” You laugh it out and in an instant you are lifted into steady arms as Johnny falls back into bed laughing. You look up to Simon a little dumbfounded at his quick show of strength, he just smirks.

“Light as a feather Dove.”

He cradles you close to his chest then as Johnny stretches before pulling off his jacket and hanging it on the head rest. He then sits up, watching Simon with focused eyes. You look between their silent communication before Elizabeth is calling from down the hall.

“Come get it!”

You look up to Simon expectantly.

“You gonna let me down?”

A mischievous smirk passes onto his face and he shakes his head,

“Not if it's this easy to catch you.”

You gape at him before wiggling in his arms but Simon’s gentle grip under your back and knees is solid. His eyes drop to your lips, his hair damp from the shower, a drop of water rolls down his cheek and you reach up and brush it off, Simon leaning into your hand. At a call of Riley’s name the moment is shifted, the dog bouncing off the bed and scampering down the hall for dinner.

Simon laughs then, a deep warm sound before heading out the door with you in hand. Johnny gives a quick “wait a minute” before rushing out after you two.

Simon turns the corner into a warm country kitchen, the smell of homemade food making you sigh. Elizabeth looks up from the oven and sees you in simons arms without even batting an eye she drops,

“I always told you you needed a partner to sweep you off your feet.”

“Eliza!” She just laughs and Simon presses a kiss to the top of your head before finally setting you on your feet. Johnny rounds the corner then as Simon’s arm comes around your shoulder, and you lean into the weight of his arm. Johnny enters the kitchen and goes to help Elizabeth set the table as you and Simon feed Riley.

“Sit.” Simon's voice rumbles at the edge of the kitchen and dining room the sound of moving cutlery echoing into the bare walled room. Riley immediately sits, tail making a quiet woosh sound along the hardwood. She waits eagerly for the release command as he sets her bowl in front of her.

“Ready-” The syllable is barely out of his mouth before the dog is leaping into eating, scarfing down her premium kibble without remorse.

“She eats like Johnny.”

“I heard that!”

“Doesn’t mean it isn't true.” Simon is quick to follow, offering his arm and leading you back into the kitchen. Back in the kitchen you find Elizabeth seated at the head of the table while Johnny is passing hot dishes to the set table. You move to join him as Simon sits at the other end of the table. In a few moments you and Johnny finish moving all of the food before taking your respective seats.

Before you spread a feast fit for a queen, Eliza had prepared you and Johnny's favorites. And to act as a centerpiece was a freshly made pie. You sigh in contentment, as you relax into the chair across from Johnny. As you all begin to pass dishes and plate your food Johnny asks about your work at the library.

You pause, settling the mashed potatoes on your plate before setting the platter down. You contemplate your position.

“I work as a specialist between the childrens and adult librarians with Bucky. We manage events for the librarians, with their input of course. We’re working on setting up a science fiction book club right now. Buck sent over the information earlier today, I'll need to work some tomorrow.”

You take a spoonful of food, humming in satisfaction at the taste.

“Do you like working in the library?”

It's Simon that asks and you nod and smile at his question.

“It is home, Buck and the rest of the staff are lovely.”

“Sergeant Bucky-” Johnny quips with a smile and you roll your eyes but Simon next to you shifts with a brow raised.

“Sergeant?” he rumbles, leaning back in his chair, but a hand comes to your knee, resting gently.

“He’s only a friend, Simon.”

Johnny coughs a laugh into his elbow and you kick him lightly under the table. Despite your shifting Simon’s hand remains a warm presence throughout the rest of dinner. The meal passes within a steady hour of conversation, laughter and a familiar warmth that you had missed. As you all finish Eliza is quick to get up and start clearing the table but Johnny stops her with a hand.

“You cooked, mom, we'll clean.”

You nod and move to follow as he gets up but Simon stands and ruffles your hair,

“We got it dove.”

“Right.”

As the men clean you notice Johnny rummage through the cabinets, finding what he was looking for and preparing the electric kettle. A few minutes later during a discussion of your job responsibilities he sets a cup of tea in front of you, a lavender camomile with honey that smells divine, with it also comes a kiss to your temple before he returns to helping simon.

When you take a sip you find it hot but not scalding, and Eliza gives you a knowing smile and you hide your upturned lips behind the rim of the cup. As you ruminate on your tea the boys soon finish cleaning and storing the rest of the leftovers away. After which Johnny pulls his chair next to yours and sits. Eliza gives him a bemused look when his arm comes to rest on the back of your chair as Simon takes his original seat.

Riley takes the quiet moment to enter the kitchen with an exploratory sniff. She avoids Simon’s hum and pads over to your side, nudging between your’s and Johnny’s seats to sit at your feet.

“You mutt! move!” It's half hearted from Johnny but Riley just whines, tucking her head into your lap. You stroke her head gently, giggling when she huffs in pleasure. While rubbing her ears you feel a new energy buzz in your mind, stretching your legs and wanting to move. Simon sees this and offers.

“A walk, love?”

Your lips quirk up and you nod, looking at Johnny.

“Ye two go ahead, I need to talk to mom.”

As you stand Riley gets excited and moves to follow you and Simon to the door but Johnny calls her back.

“You have had enough time running around you mutt.”

There is a whine in reply but you lean down and kiss her on the head.

“We’ll be back soon sweetheart.”

Simon follows you to the door where he pulls down a worn leather jacket, the brown leather soft and pliable when he hands it to you. It smells of his cologne and the faintest hint of gunpowder. You pull it on and it truly engulfs you and you have to pull the sleeves up some to reach your hands out. Looking back up to Simon you find a small smile on his face, he is amused but something softer lies in his eyes. After pulling on a pair of shoes he takes another jacket, evidently from service due to the logos and pulls it on.

The jacket is close to his form and you take a moment to appreciate his figure in the dark material. His brow raises under your appreciation and you just smile.

“Come on handsome.”

You take his arm as he chuckles and heads outside, pulling the door shut behind you. Outside the weather has dropped to a chill and Simon pulls you gently to him to shelter you from the cold. In the lamp lit streets leaves dance in warm orange rays. The shadows darken as the moon slowly rises, a full disk of cool light. You and Simon cross the path of the sidewalk and head across the street to the bordering woods. There is a trail that leads through them, lit by faux gas lamps, ornate and old.

As you tread the beaten path there is a comfortable silence between you and simon. It lingers over the hill and into the cusp of the woods, but as you enter a small clearing and the silent stone markers of graves appear you are humbled. Simon looks down to you as you slow then stop, moving to release his arm and he lets you.

“What is it?”

Your lips turn downward and Simon must sense your unease because he looks to the small graveyard and realised with a quiet,

“Oh love.”

“I'm alright I just, I can’t face this right now.” Even in the dim light you can see the purple of lavender lying at a grave beside a willow tree, its branches dipping in the weight of the resting place.

Simon dips his head in understanding, and does something next that pulls your attention from your thoughts. Carefully moving not to startle you, he takes your hand in his and leads you gently forward.

You walk a ways, slowly but surely heading uphill towards the coast. As you walk you perk up naturally, leaving the dull thud of feeling in your mind behind. The forest soon opens again to the old playground from your memories, but it has been revamped. There is now a stegosaurus jungle gym that makes you giggle, its eyes wide in cartoonish joy.

“We used to come here all the time.”

“Johnny mentioned that.” Simon softly replies, allowing you to pull him to the set of swings and you take a seat, releasing his hand to grab at the chains. The tall man takes a seat next to you and the chains creak under his weight. You kick off the pebbled play mat underneath and begin to swing, the rush of air in your ears dancing with the sounds of memories.

It was a warm spring day, with senior prom and graduation coming up; You and Rachel had taken a moment to escape the upcoming stress of college. As you both swig back and forth Rachel suddenly pauses and looks at you.

“Who are you going to go with?”

You stop as well, digging the sole of your shoe into the pebbles beneath you. You give it thought, no one had asked you yet and it was getting closer. You had a particular person in mind, one that Rachel seems to sense because she grins.

“You could always ask John-”

“I can’t! Sarah has had the biggest crush on him since freshman year and this is her chance.”

The vision of your friend wrapping her arms around Johnny comes to mind and you frown. The two always got along swimmingly. Despite your deep feelings for him you had always stepped aside.

“I think I'll go with michael, he’s been hinting at something since we were lab partners last-”

There's a sudden yank on the chain and you stumble from your seat in the swing against a figure.

“Absolutely not. That bloke isn’t coming within 20 meters of you.” Johnny’s accent thickens, evidently returning from rugby practice early to find you.

You look to Rachel for support but she just nods.

“He did dump his last girlfriend recently, maybe he’s wanting to get with you-”

Johnny frowns and his arms come around you, tugging you up and after him while Rachel laughs.

“Where are you taking her?”

“On a proper date.”

Your eyes widen and you are dragged off towards home.

Behind you Rachel smiles, a fond certainty lighting her eyes.

You rise up in the night air, eyes closing to feel the rush of the wind, and like a swallow you swoop back, returning to the ground to begin the dance again. As you swing Simon silently watches like a guardian of this childhood kingdom, his own memories racing in his mind.

The mission was long and cold. All Simon knew at this point was darkness and the pain in his side. He had been drugged with something that was now finally leaving his system and the grogginess wore away to a tightness in his chest.

‘What about johnny?’

Something in the duo had softened throughout the years they had served together. Flashes of Johnny waiting to hear from his sweetheart hurt Simon deeply until he was told the situation. He understood the pain of losing someone close to him and Simon took Johnny under his wing from that night on.

Back in the moment Simon tests his strength but finds himself bound tightly. He struggles and the bindings only cut into him. He curses before there is a fist striking his side and he crumples with a groan. The voices outside the hood laugh before it is yanked off suddenly and he is met with a blinding light. His mask is thrown on the table next, the plastic making a muffled thunk.

As his eyes open he sees a man bulkier than him, a jagged combat knife in his hand and Simon can feel the blood running down his brow with a chill. His eyes finally focus on the man.

“This can be done the easy way or the hard way.”

Simon just spits at him, legs flexing in a struggle against his binds.

“Hard way it is” The man raises the knife but the sound of a gun shot clears through his chest, and he collapses without even a word. Simon looks up in shock when the door is kicked in and a red masked figure sweeps the room.

He breaths out a sigh of relief,

“Johnny.”

“Hell of a time to find ye L.T. , All clear Captain.” The Scot lowers his weapon as Gaz enters behind, watching the door. Johnny rounds the table to examine his superior, a frown on his face at the open wounds littering Simoin’s body. Johnny makes quick work of the bindings, and Simon is up in a flash. He brushes past Johnny and grabs the mask before an arm is grabbing his elbow, Simon turns there is a soft look on Johnny's face. Simon watches Johnny take in his face, but the Scot doesn’t look away, instead he gives a small smile and SImon’s mind blanks before he is moving.

Simon, with a strange clarity of mind, reaches and grabs hold of Johnny's combat mask and pulls his exposed lips to his. Johnny in his shock gasps but soon is dipping his head to the side allowing Simon to weave a hand into his hair. They part with wide eyes before Simon is pulling on his mask again. Johnny blinks in shock and his heart does a loop, but then he thinks of you and frowns. Simon dips his head in apology but Johnny grasps his hand.

“We’ll discuss it later, Simon.”

Then it is back to business.

“Simon?” You question, seeing the man get pulled into his thoughts. He hums, looking up to you with smouldering eyes and you suddenly feel at the edge of the forest of the man. While Johnny was a sea you had grown up in, Simon was a new factor in this strange world.

He rises suddenly from the swing and you look up to him as he comes to your side, then moves behind you to where you could feel his warmth at your back. You feel his arms move alongside you and his hands come to rest over where yours hold the chain. Your eyes widen a fraction in surprise and you tilt your head back, hitting his chest as his eyes meet yours.

After debrief Simon finds Johnny in his quarters, Kyle having gone to work with the captain. He knocks and enters at the quiet ‘come in’. Inside he finds Johnny sitting in the corner of his bed sketching, using the last of the light rays to catch the shine in your eyes on the paper.

Johnny pauses with a sigh, seeming older than Simon ever realised him to be in that moment.

“Ye ever loved someone simon?”

The older man thinks for a long moment, closing the door and standing at the edge of the room in thought.

Seeing his hesitation shifts, moving to the edge of the bed and setting the sketchbook aside gently and patting the space next to him. Simon sits and finally answers.

“Yes, I was married once, a long time ago.”

Johnny looks to him surprised, mentioning for him to continue, to which he does.

“Met when I was 16, a late childhood sweetheart, she helped me see past the issues with my father and helped me to pursue charges to protect my mother and brother. She stayed with me through early service but she wanted kids and Johnny I-”

He goes quiet from the anxiety he felt then rushing through him. He wasn’t ready to be a father, and it led to a big fight before a long deployment and by the time he got back she was gone. He filed the papers for her sake and his heart broke when she moved on.

An arm wraps around his middle and Simon blinks, the stress melting from his muscles as he leans into Johnny. Something like shame eats at him then.

“Johnny, I think I love you.”

He breathes deeply after that, the anxiety gone from his chest he dips down, elbows coming to his knees in reflection, but Johnny's hand doesn't move, only a head now dips to his and there is a soft kiss pressed to Simon's temple.

“I figured.”

Simon looks up to him, and in the comfort of Johnny’s presence he pulls off the mask, allowing Johnny to fondle his jaw.

“Johnny?”

“Aye I can’t Si, not like this.”

Johnny looks back to the sketch book and Simon understands-

“You love me too.” Simon's voice is softer, flowing like the river Thames, into the ocean of Johnny’s eyes.

Johnny looks a bit abashed, a smile curling onto his lips.

“Kind of hard not to.”

At this Simon laughs, leaning into Johnny's grasp and meeting his forehead.

“She’ll come home.” Simon speaks, sure of himself, sure of what he knows about you. And he continues,

“I’ll be here regardless of what happens.”

It's a promise spoken on scarred lips.

At the present Simon just stares into your eyes , seeing his own world reflected in their beauty. Above the stars glimmer iridescent, but his heart walks the earth now, in present time. He looks down at you, his intended future, not that you realize that just yet. Your eyes soften when he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead.

Your voice comes out small then, and in a question,

“Simon?”

And he thinks of Johnny and the small moments. Times on leave crowded in the back of a taxi with the Scot drifting off on his shoulder. Or nights at the pub together watching others swarm him but he declines, returning to his superior’s side. Or the times on the mat, blue eyes in shock to be pinned down, with heated whispers later in the night.

He can remember the feeling of Johnny over him, heated with a fierce rage after on mission, to which he channeled into passion.

Teeth clash as Johnny pulls Simon to him, tossing his shirt aside in an afterthought. His eyes were stone, a brutish blue sparked with anger.

“Didn’t like the way she was talking about you L.T.”

It's spoken in a hiss before Johnny is tugging the collar of Simon’s shirt down and pressing his lips into the space. Simon’s hand rushes to the long ends of his mohawk, tugging when Johnny bites. Simon groans, head falling back into Johnny’s pillow. Johnny trails kisses up his jaw, shifting his weight to pin the bigger man down with his thighs.

“What-”

“She can’t have you LT.”

The comment sobers Simon up and he moves, breaking Johnny out of his slip of control. A red blush lights up the Scots face and he is quick to shift off of Simon, but Simon holds him there.

“Changing your mind Sergeant?” Simon teases before easily flipping them over and pinning Johnny down. He is gentle though, bringing a hand up to caress Johnny’s face lovingly.

“Never Si.” It’s breathy, and Johnny fights the war in him when your face comes to mind, making him shift away.

Simon seems to realize this as he is quick to give Johnny his space, lifting himself up and off the bed. But before he can turn away Johnny calls him.

“It's just-”

“I understand, I'll wait for you Johnny, for however long you need.”

Johnny perks up at that and rolls out of bed to follow Simon, an easy grin growing on his face.

“Now tell me about her-”

He pulls back from you and his hands squeeze yours gently. He lingers close for a moment before pulling back to himself. You get up to follow, ready to get moving. You come to his side and lead the both of you down the path, heading uphill once again.

As you walk down the old path you sober up upon realizing where you were heading. The path was the same and so was the hold in the chain link fence that you and Simon squeeze through, eyes tracing the heart locks entwined with the links. You pause at an antique golden heart, a hand coming to trace the cold metal with the R engraved into it.

Simon watches from behind as you pull into yourself, seeking comfort from the memories that bound you to this place. As you pull your hand away he comes to comfort you, your head notching into his neck naturally.

“It’s alright to mourn Dove.”

“It's not that it's this place, we used to come every week and watch the ocean, hoping one day to leave this place together. She never got the chance-”

You can feel the tears welling in your eyes when there is another hand at your back, the presence of Johnny finally joining you. He doesn’t speak, only huddling at your back to comfort you. When you pull back from Simon, Johnny’s guarding arms come around you and you have a flashback to that night. You turn to find his eyes focused on you and he stands alert.

“Never Johnny.” It's a murmur of a promise but he doesn't seem willing to let you go. You relinquish your space as he nuzzles into your hair. Simon knows then there is more, some somber realization at the cusp of the edge. The way Johnny positions himself between you and the cliff says enough. Simon stands straighter, his mind alert with the implications.

“We don’t need to stay.”

Simon speaks with a rumble and and you nod into Johnny's chest before he turns you toward the fence. Simon takes the lead, pulling the opening wide to allow you through, followed by Johnny. As you pass through you hear the ghost of Rachel's laughter, having come to watch the stars fall into the endless sea. You look back one final time, yearning, before turning away and following the boys.

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adachimoe · 7 months ago

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Do you know anything about the Adachi anthology manga? Is it translated by any chance? (would you be willing to translate it 👀?)

I own it and I've read through it. Idk if it's been translated, but tbh I'm not particularly interested in doing it myself. Anthologies are collections of fan creator works that get officially published. The content is comparable to a fanzine centered around Adachi featuring different creators. E.g. this artist drew the cover. I am currently reading through like 20 old issues of Persona Magazine.

Bad summaries, partially from memory:

Chp 1: After encountering the nimono lady and her son in Junes, Yu appears on Adachi's doorstep dressed as a mother and proceeds to roleplay as Adachi's mom. This includes bothering him at Junes like the old woman did.

Chp 2: Adachi puts money into a vending machine while patrolling with Dojima, but before he can select a drink, he and Dojima need to apprehend a suspect. Later, Yu sees Adachi at Junes and gives him his money back.

Chp 3: While slacking off at Junes and leering at Yasogami High school girls with short skirts, Adachi bumps into Yosuke and notices that Yosuke has a photo of himself and Saki as his phone wallpaper. Yosuke says he'll never be able to forgive whoever murdered her.

Chp 4: Adachi accidentally handcuffs himself to a corn husk. Chie and Yukiko free him by feeding the corn some of Yukiko's curry.

Chp 5: Knowing he'll lose a 1v8, Adachi studies the Investigation Team's affinities and attacks them with their weaknesses, like sending the beetle-looking Shadow to attack Chie. But when Yu and Adachi have their final battle, Yu summons Yoshitsune instead of Izanagi.

Chp 6: Yu invites Adachi to Shiroku Pub to talk to some girls, but when he gets there, he's met by… Yu's friends in their crossdressing pageant outfits, and he ends up playing the pocky game with Kanji (2 people bite down on pocky from opposite ends, kinda Lady and Tramp style).

Chp 7: Adachi does a magic trick for Teddie after running into him. When Adachi leaves, Teddie cries about being lonely again, but Adachi tells him that Nanako is at the Dojima house.

Chp 8: While waiting for the Investigation Team to enter Magatsu Inaba, Adachi, Magatsu-Izanagi, and the Shadows make dinner.

Chp 9: Adachi tries to slack off by pretending to have a toothache, and runs into Kanji outside the Inaba Dental Clinic. He gives him shit, assuming Kanji is afraid of the dentist. The next week, Adachi sees Kanji there again, but it turns out he was helping his mom.

Chp 10: Adachi and Nanako housesit the Dojima family home, doing chores and cooking dinner. Unfortunately, she received cooking advice from Chie and Yukiko.

Chp 11: After the fight with Adachi, Yu talks to him before they return to the real world. Adachi admits to himself the Dojima family's kindness touched him.

Chp 12: After the usual gas station attendant collapses, Adachi ends up helping out at Moel Gas Station, and Yu stops by to get his scooter filled up.

Chp 13: A recap of Adachi's life in Inaba and his interactions with the Dojimas, leading up to Yu confronting him. When Yu asks him why he did all this, Adachi summons his Persona and says he'll teach Yu about how shitty the world is.

I cbf to read thru a 150 pg anthology again (* ￣︿￣)

#asks #persona 4 #tohru adachi #p4 #p4g #persona 4 golden #persona 4 anime

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horny4hetfield · 6 months ago

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Rockies Christmas - Day 15

Warnings: Snow Day, Wind event,

Guide: CBF = Cali’s Boyfriend / CGF = Castor’s Girlfriend / MBF = Marcella’s Boyfriend {I didn’t want to give them names}

I slowly rotate in bed. My legs a little achy from being pinned by James earlier this morning makes me smile. I can hear that the winds have picked up outside. Reaching out I find his side of the bed empty. The smell of onions being grilled floats into the room. Sitting up, stretching, I make my way into the bathroom. When done and cleaned up, I dig out a pair of stretchy pants. I’m down to the bottom of the stack which means that I need to do laundry. Pulling open the drawer that should have my tank tops in it, it’s empty. Yup. Need to get the laundry done. I find a bra and taking one of James’ t-shirts – Bastardane – I finish getting dressed and head into the kitchen finding James at the stove with a huge skillet grilling onions. I hug him from behind, “Morning.”

Twisting slightly and wrapping an arm around me, he kisses me, “Morning.” He smiles at me and wiggles his eyebrows, “Feeling ok?”

I stand on tiptoe and kiss him, “I feel beautiful.”

Gently patting my ass, “Good.” Then, “Hey, that’s my shirt.”

“Well, if the kiddos weren’t here, I’d be starkers” as I flash him my lacy bra. I get a grin in response.

“Need to do laundry?” he smiles turning back to the skillet.

“Should probably change our sheets too” I purr at him as I head towards the coffee maker running my hand over his ass.

He nods in agreement, “Yeah, that’s probably a really good idea!”

Almost as if by magic, all the kids turn into the kitchen together. “Damn, Dad. You use a lot of onions” Cali declares sitting at the bar.

Looking at his oldest, “You have a problem with that?” he grins.

CGF sits next to Cali, “I don’t, except that they give Castor gas.”

“Tell us something we don’t already know” Marcella snarks at her brother. He gives her a snarky smile back.

Marcella pulls out her phone as it buzzes. James looks at her. “Reminder that we need to check in to our flights.”

All the kids pull out their phones and check into their flights. “Hey Marcella” Castor says putting his phone away, “Thanks for the reminder.”

“You’re welcome” she grins at her brother.

“Hey Kira! Nice choice in shirts!” Castor grins. I give him a pair of horns.

James finishes the onions and starts the eggs. I see that he’s already put out the stuff to make burritos. “Kira, will you please start the microwave? I already have the roast beef in there.”

He’s even set the time needed. I push the start button smiling at him. Then grab our mugs and make our coffees. A few minutes later, we are all sitting at the kitchen table enjoying our breakfast burritos.

I watch as Cali and CBF keep giggling with their hands interlaced over Cali’s belly.

James smiles at them, “Moving more in the morning or evening?”

“A little in the morning. More in the evening.” Cali smiles.

Nodding, “I’ll bet on an evening birth” James grins.

“Morning” Marcella speaks up.

“Midday” is CGF addition.

“Someone write these down!” Marcella giggles.

CGF finds a notepad and pen. We all make our guesses.

“What does the winner get?” Castor asks.

“To change the first diaper” CBF suggests and there’s laughter all around.

A strong gust of wind hits the house. “Picking up out there” James says looking out the window. The wind picks up the loose snow and is blowing it all around. The clouds in the sky are being torn apart and then put back together. I shiver some as another gust lifts more snow from the patio. “How many episodes to we have to finish Stranger Things?” James looks at Castor.

Thinking, “There’s all of season 4 – which is 9 shows, and I think we have 3 left on season 3.”

“Shall we do the long haul and finish this?” James looks around the table. Another gust of wind hits the house.

“Sure.” “Not going out in this.” “Might as well.” “Yes!” are the mixed responses.

Everyone helps get the kitchen and dishes sorted. Carrying my coffee mug as I’d not yet finished it, we all make our way to the media room. Marcella and Castor pull out some extra blankets as the room is little chilled today. Sinking into our positions on the sofa structure, Castor fires up the system and starts the next episode.

Between every other episode, there’s a bathroom break. Someone gets something from the kitchen. Someone takes all the dirty dishes from the previous kitchen run to the dishwasher. As the second episode of the fourth season starts, there’s a very harsh gust of wind. I wince and lean into James. The power flickers. “Hold on Castor. Let’s see if the genny is going to kick in.” The lights flicker again - then go out. About 45 seconds later, they all come back on. There’s a dull roar from outside. “Ok. The genny is on. Go ahead.”

Restarting the TV, Castor starts the next episode. James pulls me into a tight hug, “I got you” he whispers to me. Smiling, breathing a little fast, I lean into his chest.

Pausing before the fifth episode, it’s the usual bathroom and kitchen runs. I lean back and look up at James, “How long will the generator run?”

Frowning slightly, “36 to 48 hours. Depending on how many devices we have running. The furnace is gas, but the fan is electric. The biggest draw will be the TV, chest freezer and the fridge.” He kisses my forehead, “I doubt the power will be out that long.”

Before the sixth episode, it’s a unanimous decision to have more Jambalaya. CBF pulls the leftovers out and in short order, we are all seated at the kitchen table. A couple more heavy gusts hit the house. One of them followed by a loud thud. I jump. James kisses my hair, “I should check on that.”

MBF stands, “I’ll go with you.”

The rest of us clean up the lunch dishes.

James comes back in the house after being outside for a time, “Hey Castor, where are the keys for the rental van?”

“Uhm, by the front door.” Castor follows his Dad and I follow Castor. “Everything ok Dad?”

Nodding, “The van is fine, but that old oak dropped a branch. I’m going to move the van just to be on the safe side.”

“Is that side drive slick?” Castor asks.

“A little.”

“Let me grab my coat. It might need a shove.”

James back tracks into the kitchen, stopping to give me a reassuring kiss. He smells of fuel. Then he, MBF and Castor go out the side door by the kitchen. I see the two younger men walking beside the van, hands on it, with James in the driver’s seat. He slowly moves it up into the small, protected area in front of the side door. The three stomp the snow off their boots before coming in the door.

“Thought we couldn’t park there, Dad” Cali teases.

“Hey, my house, my credit card on the rental van” James grins at his daughter.

Holding her hands up, “I concede the point!” she laughs.

The two boys put their coats on the coat rack by that door. James takes his into the garage. I stand at the end of the hallway waiting for him. “I topped off the fuel in the genny” he smiles at me. “Diesel fuel stinks” he grins at me before kissing me gently. He stops in the kitchen to wash his hands. Several times. He just grins at me. Another powerful gust hits the house. I shiver. James pulls me into a hug, one arm around my waist, the other tenderly cupping my head. I wrap both my arms around his waist. Gently easing his hold on me, “You ok?” I heave a sigh and smile at him, nodding. We all make our way back to the media room.

Castor stands and stretches before the last episode. “Who’s up for some snacks?” he grins. Again, we all head into the kitchen. Some popcorn is made. James, MBF and I make sandwiches from the last of the roast beef. Cali heats up some rice and tops it with butter and salt. Grabbing a couple bags of chips and everyone grabs a Liquid Death can from the fridge, there’s a parade back to the Media Room. Castor is the last one to enter the media room, carrying one of James’ guitars. Grinning, “Here Dad, in case you want to play along!”

Laughing with his son, “Thanks, but that’s not my line. That’s Kirk.”

“No, it’s yours.”

“I do a short solo in the middle. The lead is all Kirk” James smiles at his boy, taking a bite from his sandwich.

“I thought this was all you.”

“Sorry Castor” James smiles. “They even cut my solo from the show. This rendition is all Kirk.” Seeing the look on his boy’s face, “But I appreciate the vote of confidence.”

Castor, setting the guitar on the counter, “I honestly thought this was all you” he grins at his Dad.

“It’s me in Jungle Cruise” James offers.

“We should watch that next” MBF offers.

“How about we finish this show. Next time we’ll do a movie marathon” James counters.

“Deal!”

Castor starts the last episode. Everyone sits up to headbang when Eddie starts playing. When the lines comes, we all shout “Most Metal ever!” laughing. I smile at James. He pulls me into a kiss. When the episodes ends, Castor flops back on the sofa, arms raised, “We did it!” There’s general laughter.

“You guys should pack up tonight” I offer.

James nods in agreement, “Excellent idea. With the winds, you’ll want to leave a little early in case there’s trees on the freeway.”

Looking up at his Dad, “That corner there at Wolcott can be tricky.” James just nods.

“Ok dorks” Marcella turns to her counterparts, “Let’s bag up.”

Castor powers down the system. The kids all depart to their rooms. I gather up the blankets. James helps me, grabbing his guitar before turning off the lights in the room. Leaning his guitar against the wall, the blankets get dumped on the floor in front of the washer. “I’ll get to these when the power’s back” I tell him as he pulls me into a hug, my hands rest on his chest.

He kisses my forehead. “What about the wind here has you jittery?” his eyes search my face.

“The winds here just sound … savage.” I pat his chest, “The winds in the city just don’t sound like the winds here.”

Cupping my head into his chest, “I can understand that” as he pulls me in tighter. I lean my head back looking into his face. “From the sounds, I think the worst is over” he looks at me a gentle smile on his lips. Leaving the laundry room and taking my hand, James reaches for his guitar and is almost bowled over by Castor.

“Yikes!” Castor grabs his Dad. “You ok?”

“I have enough bruises, thanks son” James teases Castor.

“I was just coming back. I forgot to put your guitar away.”

James hands the axe to his boy, “Here ya go” he smiles.

Smiling, “Thanks. I’ll put it back.” Castor heads up the hallway, “Night Dad.”

“Night Castor” he watches the young man retreating up the hallway.

I rest my hand on his forearm and let it slide into his hand, smiling gently at the megarocksuperstargod dad at my side. Sighing, he gently squeezes my hand. Then turning to me with a gentle smile, we walk into the living room. I see that there are some things the kids have left in the room and start collecting them. James stops me, makes me set the things down and smiles, “Hey dorks! Y’all left things in the living room!” I raise my eyebrows at him. “What?” he grins.

“So you started the dorks thing?”

“No. That was actually Lars” he smiles.

Soon all six young people are in the living room collecting their items. CGF and Marcella do a thorough search of the room as well as the kitchen. With a “Good night!” they return to their rooms.

James turns off the lights in the living room. With a sigh, he turns off the tree lights. The room is very dark indeed. Draping an arm over my shoulders to my other hip, he leads us to our bedroom – making sure to close the door behind us. After climbing into bed, he’s fidgety. I roll over, “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t like sleeping with the genny running.” Reaching to my bed side table, I hand him the TV remote. With concern etched on his face, “Are you sure?”

“Positive” I caress his face.

He sits up against the headboard and turns on the TV. I completely roll over, putting my head into his lap. His fingers play with my hair. I drift to sleep.

I feel him shift me gently off his lap. That’s when I realize that the faded roar of the generator is silenced. James is cold when he curls up against my back. “All good?” I whisper.

“Yes, other than I’m cold” he snugs up closer. I pull his arms tighter around me.

Sleep grabs us both.

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As someone who has been in the fandom since debut, I think the focus on her wealth is because for a long time she was a joke - she was a teenager so not taken seriously, she wasn’t ‘country’ enough, then it was the joke of her being a man eater… she was mocked but so were her fans in a way that was reserved for boy band obsessions of ‘oh those silly little girls’ BUT the numbers never lied. She outsold all her fellow nominees in CDs and tickets and radio play. She was winning BMI awards for songwriting and being praised by big artists and now icons (all the lists of ‘what famous people said about Taylor’ - it used to be her contemporaries or just the generation above her, but if Ari said she loved Taylor it would be meaningless because Stevie nicks and sir Paul have praised her extensively yk, so her fellow current highly successful pop star who debuted as a recording artist after Taylor just doesn’t count anymore?

Anyway, Taylor’s success is a validation of her fans who were bullied for being a fan of her at school and by the media. So it’s vindicating for people who still hold those wounds… and if we go deeper, which I feel like you will get at least what I’m going to try to articulate - taylor is a symbol for a lot of people, so she was the coping mechanism through their parents divorce and when people mock Taylor, they feel like it’s their parents divorce that is being mocked. Or if one of the 50 things they were picked on for was liking Taylor, it’s easier to focus on Taylor when she’s still in their lives compared to thinking about when they had no one to sit with at lunch and they were teased for their nose/ eyes/ eyebrows/ clothes/ hair/ whatever cause people are mean.

I’m not trying to add to the pile on that is lobbed at the fandom, but there is a sense of arrested development on some big blogs/ stan accounts. I’ve been dealing with this issue myself because I want a do over of the last 15 years lmao so I DO NOT want to grow up and DO NOT want to have to “act my age” and why has nothing worked out like I thought it would and why is everything so expensive and people are still mean and judgemental and this was meant to end in high school and wasn’t I meant to have spent a few months in Europe by now like other people made look so normal?!?!?! 😭😭😭😭 But I’m learning how to just not be a rigid adult without being a Disney adult lmao. And I think adults in general need to learn how to have fun and be carefree without needing to be reckless again, which was part of what eras was (and most Taylor concerts are tbh) because people dress up and laugh and don’t take themselves seriously - and others think it’s fun instead of mocking you!! but they pull out all the glitter and sequins for one night and then go back to “normal” which for a lot of people isn’t apparently very fun or exciting.

I went in a lot of circles, but I do think there’s a lot of overlap. I used to take attacks on Taylor personally, sometimes it was like ‘22 year old is boring and stale and reads in her ugly antique chair like a loser’ and im like ‘but i like that chair? And reading? Am i a loser? 😢Fuck you she outsold your fav!! 🤬Therefore she is better and you know nothing, therefore I am better than you too! 😅’

It’s a weird copium. Also, this could be weird projection because I’ve been very unwell and spent a lot of therapy talking around the issues and that included saying ‘people are being mean to Taylor Swift and it feels like it’s happening to me’ (because it was easier to talk about my feelings through her, like when kids reenact their home life with dolls and drawings) than it was for me to open up about myself until I felt safe and comfortable enough with that therapist. I’m still unwell lol but I’m getting there!

Sorry I wrote so much, I’m very tired and cbf to read it before I send it now 😂😂😂 but I hope it was worth the read for you lol and I hope I made some sense. I find fandoms, particularly this one, such an interesting anthropological phenomenon (would have loved to study anthropology but also want a degree with job opportunities lol)

I get that - fandoms are very anthropologically interesting to me too lol and the things that we use for coping with life are also very interesting to me lol and the things that we hold onto or dear to us (so Taylor or whatever other shit we hold onto). And I know what you mean about liking Taylor having been so embarrassing for so long that people take like the success as vindication that it was cool all along even when they were being laughed at for it. That all makes sense to me.

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starfightrpilot · 8 months ago

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so i binned my current run (i was just past The Big Decision you have to make after you first meet davrin) to start over for the sake of mods, because i really wanted to play dress up (i just want andy to look like the grey warden she's been for the past decade).

which means i get to see the start of the game all over again, which got me thinking about this post i made previously (which i have to link because you can't add videos to reblogs otherwise i'd be doing that instead and i cbf making this a gif-- actually whatever i'll just put the screenshot of the post and the rest of my thoughts here under the cut)

anyway. thinking thoughts. connecting dots, perhaps. the framing of those shots of varric are also far too ominous for my liking. very crossing-a-threshold-from-whence-one-cannot-return kind of vibes! can't say i like it!

and then neve does not acknowledge varric at all when she hobbles into the infirmary, and there's barely any mention of him outside of harding saying 'and varric paid the price' in the first lighthouse group debrief. harding's little wallow moment when you first return to the ritual site to go find the dagger... god. i thought it was a little weird at first when no one ever acknowledged rook saying 'i need to go talk to varric' but...

swear to god if they pull out a 'he's been dead the whole time!' i'll shit myself

#maybe i'm slow on the uptake and everyone else has already puzzled this out but either way #please do not confirm or deny or say anything really; i want to find out if my theory holds water organically #susie plays dragon age: the veilguard #i hope i'm not connecting anything at all actually to be perfectly honest!#really i'm just posting this so i have verified timestamps on my thoughts to come back to

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somanyfuckedupiftruebooks · 3 years ago

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Today I will pretend that I am working on my fic by nailing down my headcanons for TMA S1 clothing and outfits.

Jon

At work he is always in professional officewear, always put togther, has a sharp haircut. Rarely a full on suit but sometimes the elements of one, like a vest with no jacket. Always a tie. Gravitates toward white shirts and dark everything else because he thinks dark colours all automatically match each other (they don't). No patterns. No accessories. Always looks uncomforable in his own clothes, like they were bought for someone else. No one ever taught him how to dress himself nicely so he is doing his best approximation of what others are doing and it only mostly works (it would never occur to him that his belt and shoes should be the same colour, for example). He irons everything on laundry day but then wears clothes for multiple days in a row because he has no time/is secretly living in the archives for most of the week, so his overall look is far more rumpled than he realises.

At home (on the increasingly rare days that he isn't at the institute) he just dresses in his old uni clothes, which lean towards alt and gnc stuff. This has more to do with the fact that he cbf to upate his wardrobe (shopping is hell) and less to do with it actually reflecting how he wants to present himself now as an adult, but it's fine because he never goes anywhere. There's some skirts in there, and merch for weird indie bands that no one's ever heard of. "Somehow" he got custody of a few of Georgie's old shirts in the break up and he will wear these to sleep in because they are soft and loose and comfy on him (the air quotes are because he is in denial about being a clothing thief). He owns eyeliner that he doesn't wear anymore because he's convinced himself that he's too mature for it now. He has a jacket covered in pins for various causes that he also never wears anymore but he loves it too much to get rid of it.

Martin

Also professional, but a much softer version. Like Jon he is afflicted with desperately-need-to-look-like-I-know-what-I-am-doing-even-though-I-don't disease, and that reflects in his clothing choices. He always wears multiple layers and his clothes all trend towards being too baggy, both for trans reasons and also the dismal realities of shopping for plus size clothing on a budget (more often than not, you just have to buy whatever you can physically put on your body even if it will never look right or fit properly). His default setting is a collared shirt with a cardigan over the top, but the collar still visible. Prefers cooler colours because warm tones bring out the red in his skin and he worries about looking flustered all the time. Paints his nails sometimes when he is feeling a bit gender. His mother had his ears pierced when he was little but he never wears earrings.

His at home clothes are exactly the same as his work clothes. Martin doesn't have spare cash for extra outfits; he has to buy nicer things for work, so when something becomes too worn to get away with in the office he just wears it around the house until it's too faded and full of holes to hang onto. He will patch or darn things that he particularly likes or thinks he can get some more life out of. Taught himself how to do this by watching youtube videos and is actually pretty good at it; some of his patched clothes could almost look trendy! He probably has a handful of clothing items that are actually good because he bought them for himself as a treat, like a dress shirt in a colour that matches his eyes, and some pants with a particularly flattering waistline. He wears these things when visiting his mum because he wants to look put together but also because he usually needs some cheering up on those days.

Sasha

She's a woman trying to be taken seriously in her profession, so she dresses seriously. Lots button downs tucked into high waisted skirts, a few dresses but nothing too feminine. Nothing with hemlines above the knee or anything that shows her shoulders. Nothing too form-fitting, and she's also usually wearing mutliple layers. Subdued but nice patterns. She walks a fine line between not wanting to look like a grandma but also avoiding anything too modern (lots of old fashioned types in academia). Always considers her appearance and puts together outfits where everything matches and looks flattering. Prefers muted but warm colours, browns and oranges and yellows. Jewellery is always simple and understated, like some small gold hoops that are okay to wear every day, and maybe a necklace. Always wears her hair up off her face and natural makeup. She gets herself french manicures when she has the spare cash and feels like treating herself.

Outside of work, she has a really defined style and it's much more modern and less understated. A go-to outfit would be all fitted black clothes but dressed up with bright heels, belt and chunky earrings all in a matching colour, like an eye-catching red. Her hair is usually down and curly.

Tim

Strays a lot closer to the 'casual' side of business-casual than anyone else is comfortable with. He's received warnings for dress code violations before (none of the others ever have). Tends towards close-fitting clothing, dark slacks matched with shirts that have lots of colour and patterns (but rarely anything that clashes or veers too far away from office-appropriate). No hawaiian shirts or jeans. He used to have coloured hair and matching nails but was told it violated the dress code so he stopped doing that back in his research days. Always wears earrings and often they are 'fun', like a set of studs that look like little birds or something. Also has some rings, and a nice watch that his parents got him as a graduation present.

Outside of work, yes hawaiian shirts and jeans, and maybe he fucks around with some jewellery or makeup if he has a date or is feeling a bit gender. That would be his go-to leaving-the-house outfit. He is someone who has very distinct 'outside clothes' that look good and he will let people see him wearing, and 'inside clothes' which do not look good and no one but Danny and Sasha have ever seen him wearing. His inside clothes tend to be old mismatched workout clothes with the elastic starting to go. He will wear these all day even if he has no intention of working out.

Elias

Always impeccably tailored three-piece suits. Definitely not afraid of colour, but he would never wear anything remotely close to being described as 'flamboyant'. Prefers solid colours over prints or patterns, but definitely owns some pinstripes. Always matches his shoes to his belt. No jewellery other than the occasional wedding ring (it's always a different one and never lasts more than a few months) and a series of very expensive watches and tie pins (he must own dozens of them). Doesn't go overboard with eye imagery; restricts himself to cufflinks that have either eyes or the institute logo on them (he has several different sets because, like the watches, they are often anniversary presents and he has so many anniversaries). He will sometimes wear some subtle eyeliner because he wants to frame his eyes, but this is only for special occasions. Never looks anything less than 110% put together, and overall his aesthetic is what Jon's is trying (but failing) to be.

Outside of work, he is still always in very expensive clothes (because Peter pays for his entire wardrobe) but not suits, just the dressier side of casual. He does the annoying rich person thing where all of his clothes are tailored to fit him, so even his casual wear looks effortlessly amazing. A normal outfit for a relaxing day at home would be something like grey slacks and a black turtleneck (but in a distinctly whoreish way).

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cypher2 · 6 years ago

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There’s a lot of history on display at the 2019 Women’s World Cup in France, but no player represents more of that history — the heroics and the heartbreak, the progress and the barriers — than Formiga, Brazil’s 41-year-old midfielder. This is her seventh World Cup — which, as one might guess, is a record for men and women.

She is a living, breathing symbol of how far women’s football has come in the last four decades, and how far it has left to go. Because when Formiga was born in 1978, it was illegal for women to play football in Brazil.

In 1941, the National Sports Council in Brazil drafted Article 54, a decree which said that women in the country “will not be allowed to practice sports incompatible with the conditions of their nature,” such as football, boxing, rugby, polo, water polo, and multiple track and field events. These events were slated to be too “violent” for women, and there was excessive concern by the white men in charge that the sport would interfere with a woman’s sexuality and femininity.

“Football became so important, infused with national identity and ideas about virility, masculinity, modernity, Brazilian race politics, that it wasn’t surprising that in 1941, the Brazilian government banned it for 40 years,” Dr. Brenda Elsey, associate professor of history at Hofstra University and co-author of Futbulera: A History of Women and Sports in Latin America, told ThinkProgress.

Women and girls continued to play football during this time — a testament, of course, to the power of the sport and the tenacity of women in Brazil — but they had to do it in the shadows. Sissi, a Brazilian football legend, famously learned to play the sport by kicking doll heads, since she didn’t have access to soccer balls.

But the ban remained in effect until 1981, when Formiga was three years old.

“If you think about progress that way, if you think about — okay, Formiga was born and literally, it was illegal for Brazilian women to play football. She’s playing on a national team that didn’t exist when she was born, and not only did it not exist, it was against the law — if you think about it that way, it’s amazing,” said Elsey.

Formiga was 17 years old when she played for the Brazilian team in the 1995 Women’s World Cup in Sweden. She was 18 years old when women’s soccer debuted at the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta. There has literally never been a women’s soccer tournament in the Olympics that didn’t include Formiga. She thought about retiring before this World Cup, but decided to stay when she realized the team needed her — it still has not cultivated enough talent to replace her.

“I was frustrated,” Formiga told the New York Times. “I had fought so hard for recognition for women’s soccer, and I wanted conditions to get better for us women players, and it hadn’t happened.”

Unfortunately, women’s football in Brazil remains rife with sexism and bigotry that have stifled its growth — the men in charge of the sport in the country seem much more concerned with making sure the women look feminine and remain calm and composed than in investing in their success in the sport.

“Now the women are getting more beautiful, putting on make-up. They go in the field in an elegant manner,” Marco Aurelio Cunha, the head of co-ordination for women’s football in Brazil, said in 2015. “Women’s football used to copy men’s football. Even the jersey model, it was more masculine. We used to dress the girls as boys. So the team lacked a spirit of elegance, femininity. Now the shorts are a bit shorter, the hair styles are more done up. It’s not a woman dressed as a man.”

In 2017, a few prominent Brazilian players — including Formiga — wrote a letter to the Confederation of Brazilian Football (CBF) protesting the CBF’s decision to fire the women’s national team’s first female coach, Emily Lima, after just 12 matches, and reinstate the team’s former head coach, Oswaldo Fumeiro Alvarez, more commonly known as Vadão.

The letter didn’t do much good. Vadão is still the team’s head coach, and in May, he told reporters that women were particularly emotional and hard to calm down in the locker room, and that might be why they were struggling in the lead-up to the World Cup.

These sexist ideals fuel inequality. As Elsey wrote in SBNation this month, men’s professional soccer players in Brazil can earn as much as $125,000 a month, while women only earn about $500 a month.

Of course, none of this sexism is exclusive to Brazil — in fact, it isn’t even the only nation that has banned women from playing football. In 1921, the Football Association — the governing body of football in England — banned women’s football because it was “quite unsuitable for females and ought not to be encouraged.” Primarily, it took this step because it was threatened by the popularity of the women’s game, which had soared during World War I. The ban was officially in place until 1971. Germany, meanwhile, banned women from playing football in 1955, and didn’t lift that ban until 1970. And many women are excluded from the sport due to racist and religious discrimination, as well. In Iran, women are still not allowed to even attend men’s football matches, since they are banned from sports stadiums. FIFA just lifted its hijab ban for women’s footballers in 2014, while France still has its hijab ban in place. There is a long way to go until true equality is reached.

Formiga is expected to be a starter on Sunday when Brazil faces the hometown French team in the Round of 16. France is the favorite, which means there’s a significant possibility that this will be Formiga’s final World Cup appearance. But, no matter the outcome, or how many more years the still fit and healthy legend has in professional football, one thing is certain: She’ll never stop fighting for progress.

“There are more teams in the women’s league, more championships and more women who want to play,” Formiga said. “But the structures are too small. Girls need more chances, more training.”

Lindsay Gibbs | ThinkProgress

When we speak of equality in women’s football, it goes much deeper than just the money. Equality to female athletes will always mean more. It has to. And when you hear people argue that women’s football hasn’t progressed or isn’t at the same level as the men’s game as a reason why they shouldn’t receive equal treatment, it’s important to remember the history of this sport. Female footballers have literally had to fight to get where they are today. They have been banned and held back in every way, for 40 and 50 years, even today they are held back, dismissed, and treated as inferior. And yet they have still conquered the field they have been placed on, in all it’s ugliness and beauty. It’s not a matter of the women’s game catching up, it’s a matter of the world catching up to them. Female athletes are not inferior and never have been. They’ve shown us what it looks like to become elite and break barriers and break records all while having to fight for their very existence with a foot on their neck. And all the while the common message we hear emanate from these elite athletes, who are titans, legends of the game, is how the next generation and the next after them can survive and keep growing. Because they know what it feels like to have nothing, to come from nothing, and to have to go back home to nothing. This sport will always be made better because the women’s game has that much more meaning, and we should all understand and respect that.

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ehentha · 5 years ago

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“Hey man, what the hell, these are actually good!” - some jerk who asked me to show him some photos after asking ‘what I do’. Going through my work to re-evaluate my portfolio is bringing up a lot of memories. So many artists are such pricks to one another. In the Maldives it’s usually the Malé elite. In Australia it’s usually ‘white’ artists who see me and see an uber driver or some shit they consider low class. Not my fault I cbf dressing up like some wanker 24/7. I swear I’ve had some conversations where these bozos like refuse to even look at me. No bother, it’s a slow rise to the top and when I get there I’m not gonna forget all the people who took me seriously. I owe it all to you. Dream team | Fuku and Kuda Ayya, two of the Maldives’ greatest athletes, carving up Raalhugandu | Malé City, Maldives | (2009) #surfphotos #raalhugandu #raalhu #surfing #bodyboarding #watershots — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/38pTkTL

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maladaptah · 3 years ago

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Im so close to being done w this random deer…… :D……. Like done in one day level of ready! Which makes me super happy cause i now know it’s possible for me to be able to make art good enough to post much faster and Ok so I know I said I was going to finish that orange dog and I did think about and plan to I just woke up this morning and wanted to like practice with something quick as a warm up because I know from experience that I do my best work when I’m just coming down from the high of a quick mindless drawing that actually ended up turning out really cute, like I just knew that it would give me heaps of art energy. So to start the day off on the right foot you know- I was like oh I just need to crank soemthing out that’s easy and cute and I really REALLY liked that monkey I posted a couple of days ago which was exactly what I needed… an accidental warm up that turned out cute and took under 30mins …. So I thought id do something similar today! The monkey was basically just sketching over a random thumbnail concept painting of a design I didn’t care abt and haphazardly coloring it so I went and found another shitty concept painting of something to line over

Butttttt what was originally supposed to be a simple cleanup of an existing meh design turned into a - oh I’ll just slightly- update the color pallete a little bit and then just some small slight little changes to the silhouette and then before I knew it I was on yet another Pinterest image collecting tangent completely revamping the entire design and relearning how to draw a new species….. just….yeah… basically I chewed through all my best working hours today so i only have a good 2hrs left of drawing energy before I start becoming too tired to make good art but too unwilling to go yet another day without finishing that FAKCING orange dog so I stress stay up and tell myself I’ll have a short break to unwind and then the short break becomes a fixation on some new tv series or YouTube genre and I watch videos for 10hrs and then it’s the next day and I’ve been awake for 25hrs and no longer live in my countries Timezone and then oh it’s okay I’ll just pull an all nighter to remix it so I try to stay up the entire day as well but I get tired at the 30hr mark and fall asleep at an even more awkward time and then I remember just as I’m drifting off that oh shit my aunties coming over so I stress half awake half asleep nap for 2hrs where I stress wake up every 10 minutes ruining my rem because I think every little noise is my auntie at the door. And then it’s day 365 of not finishing that orange dog and being awake 20hrs and just ….. wish I had adhd medication or like cognitive therapy or somehting…my sleep health has been fucked my whole life like… doesn’t that shit shave years off ur life… and like gives u pimples and like this FUCKINF orange dog

But yah anyways I’m nearly done w this random deer woohooooooo😆😆😆😆 it’s gna be dressed like 70s Austin power flamboyant he/him kinda vibes! I cbf cleaning up the clothed version rn cos Ik that will shave another 10 years off of my life span so its just like normal water deer coloring dont have ur hopes too high oh and….. I’m not like 100% in love with the fur patterning but yk it was SUPPOSED to be something easy and I need to just let it be and I already decided the jacket and glasses save it okay just trust me….. like it’s cute w clothes …… I promise …. it really solves the color blocking issues and like most furries are clothed anyway?? Right so it doesn’t matter and it was supposed to be easy and ugly not my magnum opus and the coloring and anatomy isn’t too bad so it’s fine and like and and such as and therefore !!!!!!

#note to self #art insanity

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frisbeep · 4 years ago

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It Was Going To Be Nice

TW: Shouting, Arguments, Breakdowns, Overstimulation with Meltdown, implied self harm and a hint of violence

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Steven laid out a deck of cards on the table, trying to get all the gems to relax after the crazy few days they've had. "So, before we begin planning the wedding, how about we all sit down and play cards!"

Pearl gave a soft smile and clapped her hands together. "Sure! What game shall we play?"

Not missing a beat, Amethyst tried to joke. "How about something like Poker, or Go Fish! You'd be great at that."

"What's that supposed to mean-" it took Pearl a few seconds to connect the dots. "HEY! Even though I hate to admit it, as a pearl, I am physically incapable of disobeying an order from my superior, in that case, Pink, lest I risk shattering myself!"

Raising his hands, Steven pouted. "Hey! Amethyst, that was mean, we should be looking forward and trying to get ready for the amazing future, not blaming Pearl for stuff that's out of her control!"

Ruby was leaning against her fiancé, nervously rubbing her thumb against her forefinger on her gem-ed hand. "Guys..let's just play,,garbage?"

Sapphire smiled and nodded, after a few moments, so did Pearl and Amethyst. Sighing with relief, Steven proceeded to shuffle the deck and dish out the cards. "Okay, who's first?"

The five played in near silence for a few rounds, until someone had suggested that they switch it up to B.S. (Pearl always told Steven it meant Bologna Sandwich, but that didn't stop Amethyst from yelling "bullshit!" after every round) and, as Steven was dishing out the cards once more, chaos started again.

"Hey wait! Pearl will just win this one too!" Amethyst began again, clearly not over how Pearl, and by extension, Rose, had lied to the group, though everyone was well aware from how Amethyst thought about Rose that she thought of the deceased gem as a mother figure, a caregiver, so she was mentally shattered over the reveal that her makeshift mother was hiding such a vital thing from her. "B.S. is all about lying!"

"Oh as if you've never lied before," Pearl huffed back, crossing her arms and pointing her head up in a matter-of-factly manner.

This pissed Ruby off, slamming her palms on the table, smoke began to rise as she hissed. "But she has never lied to the extreme you have! Rose was a Diamond! You saw how Sapphy was when Steven came out of your gem and told us all!"

"I-well..." Pearl began, trailing off.

Steven covered his ears, tears edging his eyes as he whimpered. "G-guys..?"

His voice went unnoticed as the gems all began a shouting match. Steven's head felt light, his senses kicked into high-gear, he was afraid, his hearing, I can't hear, I can't hear! Too loud, too loud! I..I need to get out! Tapping his fingers on his head to try and stimulate, he couldn't take it anymore, he had to get out.

Quickly lashing his hands out, he pushed his body from the table, moving backwards as he tried to stand up and run at the same time. As he crashed into the door, the sound made every nerve in his body flare up, his gem more on edge than ever with it's scratch marks over the sleek surface. As he basically tumbled down the stairs, he hid amongst the rocks, the gentle waves sliding onto the beach before retreating helping his nerves ease up, as he hyperventilated, he tried to slowly move his hands to listen to the ocean.

Lion was there, nearby for Steven to pet if he needed the added comfort and warmth. It took a long while, about the length of the average Crying Breakfast Friends episode, but Steven, now dizzy and hazed, was leaning against Lion, stroking the Lion's shoulder gently as he lifted up his shirt, staring at the diamond. Marks from this morning still noticeable on it's surface, like a scratched DVD.

Sapphire had noticed his absence and gone outside to fetch him while he was petting Lion, but saw how he was and just sat down, her dress curling over her torso, covering her legs as they always did. Starting softly, almost a whisper, she managed to say simply. "Sorry, for fighting inside...we shouldn't have done that, especially not since you..."

Steven blinked, he had been staring off into space, thinking about what CBF characters would fit which roles in the Unfamiliar Familiars lore. "Wha...oh, it..it's okay, this is new to everyone, it was,,it was foolish to try and get everyone together so soon anyways."

Shaking her head, Sapphire rested her gem-ed hand on Steven's shoulder, cold to the feel, Steven felt a slight shiver go up his spine as Saph explained. "Amethyst was just trying to cheer us up,,,but her humor often goes over Pearl's head, though Ruby caught on that Amethyst was joking,,,at first, Pearl, like you, sometimes has to need a little extra,,indications to laugh or smile when a joke outside the traditional sense is stated."

Steven fiddled with his fingers absentmindedly, unintentionally avoiding eye contact with Saph, instead, his eyes wandered around the bottom of the stairs as he responded. "Yea,,yea I get that. I barely ever get Ames's jokes unless she's in a good mood, or it's a pun."

Saph smiled a little and asked. "Do you want to stay out here a little longer? I foresee that the sunset will be beautiful, and not many seagulls will be here to interrupt it."

Nodding, Steven and Sapphire leaned against Lion as they watched the sunset together.

#su #steven universe #i tried ;-;#insomnia fic #fanfic #short story

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horny4hetfield · 7 months ago

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Rockies Christmas - Day 14

Warnings: Fluff, Marvel Universe Referenced, New Years celebrations, (Hang on! It’s cumming! {see what I did there}) Finger Fucking, NSFW

Guide: CBF = Cali’s Boyfriend / CGF = Castor’s Girlfriend / MBF = Marcella’s Boyfriend {I didn’t want to give them names}

The day dawns bright. Right into my eyes. Patting the bed, James’ side is empty. Then I hear the toilet flush. I slip out of my side and pad into the bathroom. James scoops me into his arms, planting a kiss on me. “Morning gorgeous!”

My hands find his shoulders, “Morning handsome!” and kiss him. Then I sniff. And look at him.

“Shower.” He picks me up and carries me into the shower stall. As I wash his body, I am amazed at how quickly he’s healing. James sees the look on my face, “What?”

“Are you sure you’re not part Wolverine?” as I gently caress his bruised face.

“I might be. I was back onstage 15 days after the fire.”

“How the hell where you able to do that? You had to have been in serious pain.”

“Just stubborn idiocy.” He rinses my hair. “And I didn’t want to disappoint the fans after what happened.” He gently kisses me. “I promised myself after that happened, if at all possible, I’d get my ass on stage.”

“You should be proud of yourself. You’ve done pretty good.”

He turns off the water, “It was because of me that the Australian dates had to be cancelled.”

I kiss his wet back, “That was needed.” I turn him, “And I am proud of you. That environment is tough to stay sober in.”

“Hey lovebirds! Pancakes!” comes from downstairs.

I am almost dumped on the shower floor as James bolts to get dressed, “PANCAKES!”

“Go!” comes from downstairs.

It took me a little longer to get dressed before I could make my way to the kitchen. I snort a laugh as I see James sitting at the table behind a stack of about eight cakes on his plate.

Marcella is at the stove grinning. As she flips another cake, “I made a whole batch just for Dad” she tells me.

When everyone is done, I kick the kids out of the kitchen and start with the clean-up. James helps with the unload on the dishwasher. He puts the big platters away in the high cupboard. He smacks my ass when I bend over to put the cookie sheets in the drawer under the range. I stand up rubbing my butt, “That one hurt.”

Pulling me to him, “I can kiss it and make it all better” he grins at me.

“Gross Dad!” “Take it upstairs!” “There’s kids here!” comes from the table.

We snort in laughter.

As we finish with loading the dishwasher and starting it, CBF comes into the kitchen. “Out.” We quickly depart the kitchen. Cali sits on a stool and watches her man with a grin, hand on her belly.

“Hey Dad, are there still skis downstairs?” Castor asks.

“No. I donated those to the ski school a couple of years ago. Why?”

“I thought about doing a couple of runs.”

“You could call the run and see if they can help out. You’d need them to be brought here and a tow to the lift. I’m not driving today.”

Castor uses the house phone. By the look on his face, it’s not what he wanted to hear. “They don’t have someone to do the tow. I guess a bunch called in sick today.”

James pats Castor’s knees as he sits on the sofa, “Sorry about that buddy.”

“Mind if bang awhile?”

James gives his son a look, “When did you grow up?”

“When you did” Castor gives his Dad a look.

“Will you two please go bang away!” Marcella gives them both a look.

“Race ya! First one gets the drums!” James is grinning broadly.

“Now!” Marcella yells and they bolt from the room. Laughter is heard from the studio. Quickly followed by drums being played. “Castor won” Marcella states.

I go to the tree and start collecting the empty gift boxes and collapsing them. Marcella joins me, flattening out the tissue paper. We manage to manhandle the boxes to the bedroom I’ve set up as my office.

Seeing the monitors and computer, “Whose set up is this?” Marcella asks.

“Mine.”

“Those monitors are huge.”

“I have bigger ones on my desk at work.” I open the closet door, and the wrapping paper bin falls out. We both giggle as we wrangle the rolls back into the bin.

“How often do you have to work?”

“You mean you haven’t seen me working?” I grin. She nods. “I got the top files done the first week of December. If something gets pressing, my boss would have called me.”

The boxes threaten to fall off the shelf, but Marcella gets them organized and closes the closet door. I slid the bin of papers under the bed.

“Don’t let Dad see that.”

“I’ll move it later. Thank you, I appreciate the help” I tell her on the way back upstairs.

“You’re welcome.” She stops on the stairs and turns to me, “I have noticed a change in Dad. A good change. What happened?”

“I was ready to walk out the door, but didn’t get out before the snow in September.”

“What aren’t you telling me.”

“My boss edits my notes to the authors that I edit. I can be a little blunt. Sometimes harsh.” I sigh, “I was downright mean in the letter I wrote to James.” I heave a sigh, “He still says that my bluntness was what he needed to see that he was being a …” I hesitate.

“A jerk?”

“That’s a nicer word” I smile.

“Your ring.”

“This is not an engagement ring” I look at my diamond encrusted band. “I told him that I could accept his apology. But that he’d have to work on my forgiveness.” I play with the ring, “He said that this is his promise ring to me that he will work for that forgiveness every day.”

“I like you” she states simply.

I grin at her. “James has told me that he will never marry again. I told him that I don’t need the blessing of an archaic theological institution to say that I can love someone.”

“Soooo, you love Dad.”

Patting her shoulder, “With every fiber of my being” I tell her from my soul. Marcella nods and we continue up the stairs into the living room.

Father and son are still pounding out music in the studio – all songs from other artists. Marcella, myself, CGF, Cali, CBF and MBF all sit around the living room. We occasionally pause when the song from the studio changes. We start to see who can name the song first. The discussion then goes into the memories of the new song.

“We could help you take this stuff down” Cali offers.

“No thank you. I’ll get it taken down later” as I snuggle into the sofa a little.

CBF stands, “I need to check the Jambalaya” as he goes into the kitchen.

CGF looks at Cali, “You are so lucky. Castor can barely boil water.”

“Yeah, but he can order a mean pizza” Cali deadpans back.

Nodding to Cali, “He learned that from his Dad.” I manage a straight face for about 30 seconds. Then there’s outright laughter. “CBF, that smells wonderful!” I smile at the young man as he returns to the living room.

“Thank you. It still needs a little longer.”

James and Castor walk into the living room, arms around each other’s shoulders. Both sweating. “Bit of a workout?” I ask them.

Using the hem of his t-shirt – exposing his still bruised belly - James wipes his brow, “Little bit.” He sinks into the sofa next to me dropping his hand on my knee. I smile softly at him. Castor picks CGF up, sits and plops her into his lap.

“Was that better than skiing?” James smiles at his boy.

Castor laughs, “Not nearly as messy.” CGF gives him a look. “Wet snowsuit, wet socks, snow covered boots …”

“Usually left in the middle of the hallway. Skis dropped in the driveway” James smiles at his kids.

“Hey! Those weren’t my skis!” Castor says pointing at Marcella, who smacks her brother’s leg.

“I never left my boots in the hallway” Cali says.

“No, you’d leave yours in the garage and then complain that they were frozen the next day” James points out with a grin.

Nodding, “Ok yeah, I did that all the time” she confesses with a grin. Then she looks at her belly. Total fear written on her face. “Dad?” She looks again, “It feels weird.” CBF is ready to jump up and dial 911.

James is instantly sitting on the table in front of her. “Show me.” She puts his big hand on her bump. James feels around a minute, then grins and kisses her forehead. “That’s your baby moving.”

She works her fingers under his big hand, “Really?”

“Yup. Right there.” James smiles, “That’s probably a foot. Too early to tell for certain.”

Cali’s eyes tear up, “That’s our baby” she leans into CBF’s shoulder. His hand joins Cali’s, wonder etched on his face.

James returns to my side, draping his arm around my shoulders. “You used to kick your Mom really hard” James tells Cali. “Especially late at night.” Looking to Marcella, “You had your butt out almost the whole time.” He smiles at me, pulling me closer to him. “I should have known that you’d be the drummer” he looks at his son.

“Why?” CGF asks.

“His hands were constantly playing a rhythm!” Smiling at Cali, “Your child will only get more active as time goes on. Sleep while you can.”

CBF, with his hand still on her belly, “I’ll see that she does.”

Pointing to the young man, “Good answer.”

“I remember the first time you took us skiing!” Marcella laughs. “I think I spent more time sitting in the snow than standing on my skis!”

Cali points to her dad, “I remember the trip to Hawaii where you ended up carrying me because I lost a water shoe!”

James huffs a laugh “My favorite memory is the look on your faces when that elephant charged the jeep!”

They spend time dredging up memories of family trips, holidays, tours and school events. I feel James flinch slightly at some of the school things the kids talked about. Evidently he’d missed a few.

Castor looks at CBF, “When’s dinner?”

“About 40 minutes from now.”

Castor just looks at everyone with his own goofy grin smeared on his face.

“Hang on Castor. I want Kira to see the Torchlight Parade and Fireworks” James says. I look up at James. “They ski down the main run with flares lit right after sunset” he looks at the clock on the shelf “in about 20 minutes. Then there are fireworks lit. Not as big a show as the Fourth, but still decent.”

I smile, “I like fireworks.”

MBF leans forward on his knees, “You should the ones in Vancouver BC. It’s three nights.”

“Isn’t there a huge competition for fireworks?” CBF looks to MBF.

MBF thinks a second, “I think that’s the one in Finland. There are a couple of others in the states, but not as big as Finland.”

Nodding, “We’ll have to see about getting to one of those” James hugs my shoulders.

“Can we see the skiers from the house?” I look up at James.

“Yes. But the best place is outside on the patio. Which means, we’ll need coats and boots.” He stands up and pulls me to my feet. “I want to change shirts. This one is a little damp” as he pulls it off.

I toss him a look as he knows I love to see his body undressed. Even bruised.

Everyone is searching for a coat and boots when Marcella yells from the living room, “There’s the warning shot!” A small firework booms.

Wearing my big coat, I’m tugging on my mukluks when James comes up behind me bumping his hips into mine. Putting a hand on the wall to keep from being knocked into it, I look over my shoulder at him. He’s giving me a wicked grin. Standing up, I turn to him caressing his face with both hands, “Later” I purr at him.

“It’s starting!” MBF calls.

James gets his boots on and follows me to the patio. It’s quite the sight of all the skiers, each holding a flare, coming down the hill making a zig-zag pattern down the main run. James wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. I reach back and grab his pants and pull his hips closer to me. He growls gently into my ear.

The fireworks start almost as soon as the last skier gets to the bottom of the run. James was correct that it was a relatively short show but still pretty. I sigh as it ends.

“Dinner’s probably done” CBF says. “Who’s hungry?” he grins. CBF leads the way into the kitchen with coats and boots left by the patio door.

“I think I forgot something, but it turned out ok” he grins as he dishes out dinner.

Taking my bowl, I sit with the others at the kitchen table. I take a couple of bites. “It’s delicious.” Looking at Cali, she has a bowl of rice with a little of the Jambalaya in a separate bowl. “Tum?”

“Don’t know yet. I’m going to take it easy.”

“Good thinking” James smiles at her.

Marcella makes CBF sit as she, Castor and CGF clean up – which doesn’t take long.

“Ok. There’s about six hours to midnight. Six more episodes?” again Castor with the goofy grin. For the win. He almost skips leading the way into the media room.

After four episodes, “I could use another bowl of Jambalaya” James declares. He almost dumps me off the sofa as he stands up, barely catching me before I hit the floor, both of us laughing. Even MBF reached out to help me.

As we walk to the kitchen, Castor drops an arm around my shoulders, “You might regret Dad having another bowl.”

CGF pat Castor’s stomach, “Yeah, you too.”

Nodding, “It might be a tie then” Castor grins.

Grabbing his hips from behind CGF chuckles, “You can’t talk!”

Pointing, “Dad is worse!”

Both his sisters shake their heads, “You can be worse!”

CBF dishes out bowls for those wanting more. I, like Cali, go for just a bowl of rice. Clean up was everyone putting their own dishes into the dishwasher. CGF tosses in the pod and starts it.

“Hey, Kira. Are there any more cookies left?” MBF asks.

As James pulls me down the hallway to the media room, “Check the pantry!” I laugh out.

Castor starts another episode after we’re all back in our places, some happily munching cookies.

Three more episodes under our belts, James stands up and stretches. “Who wants pots and pans?” He’s almost knocked over by his kids running to the kitchen. James holds his hand out to me and hand in hand we follow the six kids. They are all in the pantry pulling out the old pots and pans that I’d almost thrown out. Donning coats and boots again, we pile out on to the patio. James keeps an eye on the clock in the kitchen. The kids are all bouncing around. His velvet rumble starts the countdown, “Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five.” He turns me to face him, “Four. Three. Two. One.” To the banging of pots and pans from more than just this patio and fireworks from the skir run, James leans in and kisses me. I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him closer. His hand cups the back of my head keeping me in our kiss. He slowly lets me go, his blue eyes flaring with passion, happiness, a flash of darkness, then something deeper. He gives me a quick follow up kiss.

“I’m freezing” Marcella says as she goes back inside.

“Me too” as CGF follows.

I caress James’ head to his neck, “I’m pretty warm.” His smile goes a little wicked. I wiggle out of his arms, take his hand and lead him inside.

Castor is coming back up the hallway from the media room, “I’m thinking we’re done in there tonight.”

“Morning, you dork” Marcella playfully shoves her brother.

As James gently pulls me upstairs, “Happy New Years, kids.”

A chorus of “Happy New Years” follows us the stairs.

“Hey Castor!”

“What Cali?”

“Close your bedroom door tonight. We don’t want to hear you two again.”

James hangs his head, “I didn’t need to know that” he whines softly as I close the door on our bedroom.

I start the home device playing classical music. Going to James, I slowly start undressing him. His hands softly cover mine. I run my hands over his body. He’s still got some bad bruising. Some are still a little tender. Standnig behind him, I gently run my hands down his back and over his hips. His hands grab my wrists and tug them to his belly pressing my face against his back, “Not sure I am ready yet.”

Kissing his back, I flatten my hands against his stomach and chest. “I just want to touch you.”

Holding my left wrist, he pulls my hand to his mouth kissing my ring and finger. Then he rotates in my arms. He kisses my ring and finger again as a tear leaves a trail down his cheek.

Using my thumb, I wipe it away. I pull his head to me, kissing his lips tenderly, “You’re here.” Another kiss. “You’re alive.” Another kiss. “You’re whole.”

He kisses me deeply. I can feel another tear fall. Looking at me, “I will be.” He kisses my hairline. “If you’ll help me.”

I know what it took for him to say those four words. “I’m in this for the long haul, James Alan Hetfield.” I kiss him softly. “I love you with every fiber of my being.”

He kisses me. “Kira Elizabeth Mooreland, I love you with … every cell in my body.” He grins at me before kissing me again.

“You can say fiber. I don’t mind” I smile at him.

Another kiss. His hands run up my back pulling my clothes from the waist up off me. His hands softly run down my arms still over my head. I just watch him. His eyes slowly wander over my body as though he’s memorizing every pore of me. My fingers gently run over his face, neck, shoulders. His lips find my neck. They find that one spot. My knees buckle as he kisses, sucks, and nibbles on that one magic spot. His arms lock around me, keeping me from falling to the floor.

I don’t realize that he’s backing us to the bed until my bare back is laying on the cool sheet. He’s pulled the duvet to the floor. I arch up some into his chest. He runs his hands down my back warming it as his lips work their way over my collar bone, across my chest, to the other side of my neck, finding that magic spots’ twin. I whimper into his shoulder. He rolls off the bed, moves to the end and slowly pulls off my pants, grinning wickedly at me once I am totally naked. I slowly writhe under his gaze, my hands roaming my own stomach and breasts.

James moves to the side of the bed and lays down on my right side, making sure to trap my right arm under him, his left arm snakes under my neck. I slowly make lazy patterns on his back with my right hand. His right-hand cups my chin tilting my head up and kissing me. He tenderly encircles my left wrist and slowly pulls it to my left shoulder where his left hand securely holds it. He looks at me. I suck in a shuddering breath. His right fingers slowly drag across my arm, my shoulders, caress my neck, palm my breasts – giving each a tender squeeze. His eyes still drinking my naked form in. Then his fingers trace tender patterns down my stomach. They slow as they reach my pubic bone where they stop. His eyes slowly make their way back to my face. I’m panting slightly. I know that I’m soaking wet. His eyes lock on mine, he places his right palm on my abdomen just above my pubic bone, his fingertips right at the crest of my folds. I suck in a sharp breath. His right leg wraps around my right leg pulling it between his, trapping it between his thighs, then his right toes press against my left knee keeping me from closing my legs. I know that I’m now totally trapped by his body and completely at his mercy. I take several stuttering breaths. He kisses me tenderly. Then his right hand slowly starts exploring my folds. I arch up slightly. “I haven’t even started and you’re soaking wet” he grins at me. I can only pant and smile at him. “Already beyond words?” he purrs at me. Again, I can only nod. He kisses me as his fingers tease my clit making me shudder. “Good!” His eyes never leave mine. His fingers are torturously slowly working my cunt. Rubbing, then spreading my vulva, then fingertips making lazy patterns around me. He lays his whole hand over my core, his fingertips wiggling softly. He kisses me. Smiling like a cheshire cat, “Ready?” as he slowly presses one digit into me. I groan loudly just before his mouth covers mine, the fingers on my right hand digging into his back. He’s snickering into the kiss. Then his lips are right beside my ear as he slowly adds a digit inside me, “I love to watch you” as those digits reach deep inside me. I arch up into his hold clawing at his back. “So wet” he purrs at me as his hand slowly starts to fuck me. Each thrust a little deeper. Each deep thrust includes a wiggle from his fingers. Each thrust making me a mewling mess. He slows his actions watching me writhe, then adds another digit. My hips rise on their own accord. He grins at me as he starts thrusting his hand into me. I’m panting, clawing at his back, my breaths coming in shorter gasps. He kisses the end of my nose, “Should I be mean?” I’m trying to buck my hips so his fingers go deeper into me. “Should I make you beg?” his grin so lovingly wicked. I whine, my right hand smacking the bed. “Not tonight” he grins as his thumb finds my clit. His mouth covers mine as I cum all over his fingers, my hips bucking hard against his hand. He slows the actions with his right hand as he releases the hold on my left wrist. I am incapable of moving, my left arm flopping to the bed. My hips give one last lift as he tenderly withdraws his fingers. I watch panting as he slowly sucks my wet mess from his fingers grinning at me, “Better than Jambalaya.” I laugh softly panting still. He withdraws his arm from under me. He slips off the bed to recover the duvet which he flips up over my still slightly quivering body. Dropping his pants, he slides into bed, spooning me into his body. I curl up around his arm. His nose buries into my hair at the back of my neck. “Happy New Year Kira” he breathes softly.

As my eyes close, “Happy New Year James.”

#james hetfield #metallica #papahet #papa het #james hetfield smut #metallica fanfiction #metallica smut #james hetfield x you #metallica x reader #james hetfield fanfiction #happy new year

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surveysonfleek · 8 years ago

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094.

The meaning behind my url: nothing really, had to think of something just coz everything i thought of was already taken.

How many tattoos i have and what they are: none.

Last time i cried and why: a couple weeks ago coz i had a fight with my boyfriend.

Piercings i have: ears and nose.

Favorite band: hmmm boyz ii men lol

Biggest turn offs: bad personal hygiene, disrespectful, close minded.

Tattoos i want: none really. i’d love to get a tattoo, but i probably never will.

Biggest turn ons: kind, funny, loyal, smart, smells good lol.

Age: 25. *sigh*

Ideas of a perfect date: traveling somewhere new. it might not be a one night thing but that’s my idea of a perfect date lol.

Life goal: find myself, get a career change, travel a little more until i settle down, get married and have kids.

Piercings i want: none.

Relationship status: taken.

Favorite movie: aladdin.

A fact about my life: i collect pefumes.

Phobia: whatever being scared of cockroaches is called.

Middle name: secret!

Height: 5′5″.

Are you a virgin? no.

What’s your shoe size? 7-8.

What’s your sexual orientation? straight.

Do you smoke, drink, or take any drugs? i do smoke. i drink occasionally. i don’t do drugs but i have before.

Someone you miss: my grandma.

What’s one thing you regret? not looking for a job in my field as soon as i graduated.

Favorite ice cream? rum and raisin and cookie dough.

One insecurity: double shin.

What my last text message says: cbf checking.

Have you ever taken a picture naked? i have but years ago. don’t think i’d do it again.

Have you ever painted your room? yes.

Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex? yes.

Have you ever slept naked? i tried it once and it was uncomfortable.

Have you ever danced in front of your mirror? yes.

Have you ever had a crush? yes.

Have you ever been dumped? no.

Have you ever stole money from a friend? no.

Have you ever gotten in a car with people you just met? yes lol.

Have you ever been in a fist fight? no.

Have you ever snuck out of your house? yes.

Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back? yes. how lucky for the people who have ever said ‘no’ to this question.

Have you ever been arrested? nope.

Have you ever made out with a stranger? nah.

Have you ever met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere? yes.

Have you ever left your house without telling your parents? yes.

Have you ever had a crush on your neighbor? nope.

Have you ever ditched school to do something more fun? yes, duh. i wouldn’t ditch school to do something less fun lol.

Have you ever slept in a bed with a member of the same sex? yes, family.

Have you ever seen someone die? no.

Have you ever been on a plane? yes.

Have you ever kissed a picture? when i was a kid/pre teen lol.

Have you ever slept in until 3? yes haha.

Have you ever laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? a couple times.

Have you ever made a snow angel? never. it’s on my list next time i get to see snow.

Have you ever played dress up? yes.

Have you ever cheated while playing a game? yes.

Have you ever been lonely? yes.

Have you ever fallen asleep at work/school? at school. never work.

Have you ever been to a club? yes.

Have you ever felt an earthquake? nope.

Have you ever touched a snake? yes.

Have you ever ran a red light? yes. very rarely though.

Have you ever been suspended from school? nope.

Have you ever had detention? yes.

Have you ever been in a car accident? nope. knock on wood.

Have you ever hated the way you look? yes.

Have you ever witnessed a crime? i don’t think i have actually.

Have you ever pole danced? nope.

Have you ever been lost? yes.

Have you ever been to the opposite side of the country? yes.

Have you ever felt like dying? i’ve been super sick twice in my life and yes, they were painful.

Have you ever cried yourself to sleep? yeah but i always manage to stop for awhile.

Have you ever sang karaoke? yes.

Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t? yes. drugs.

Have you ever laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? no.

Have you ever slept with someone at least 5 years older or younger? no.

Have you ever kissed in the rain? yes.

Have you ever sang in the shower? yes.

Have you ever made out in a park? how long is a make out? i guess i have.

Have you ever dreamt that you married someone? no.

Have you ever glued your hand to something? no.

Have you ever got your tongue stuck to a flag pole? no.

Have you ever ever gone to school partially naked? no.

Have you ever been a cheerleader? no.

Have you ever sat on a roof top? yeah.

Have you ever brushed your teeth? hahaha what is this question.

Have you ever been too scared to watch scary movies alone? yeah.

Have you ever played chicken? no.

Have you ever been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? no.

Have you ever been told you’re hot by a complete stranger? yes.

Have you ever broken a bone? no.

Have you ever been easily amused? always.

Have you ever laughed so hard you cried? yes.

Have you ever mooned/flashed someone? no.

Have you ever cheated on a test? yes.

Have you ever forgotten someone’s name? yes.

Have you ever met someone who didn’t seem real? no?

Give us one thing about you that no one knows. i have a secret twitter where i post interesting shit to just try and see if i gain followers but no. all i get are spam accounts following me :(

#survey #surveys #quiz #bored #questions

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faroutjimin1 · 8 years ago

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As a new fan of the beatles I only really know of how john's problematic and kind of thought he rest were relatively problematic free apart from occasional affairs but since reading what you've said about ringo I was wondering if you could give like a quick rundown on how they're all problematic just so that I know and don't think about the four as tho they're saints? Thanks if you do, or if you cbf maybe just like links to places where I can find out for myself? Thank you ✌️

Im surprised at the number of people who think john is the only problematic beatle. the things john has done tend to be more publicized, but they all have their issues. tbh most of their problematic histories involve drugs and affairs but ill try to put together some interesting points. this doesn't contain everything and shouldn't be seen as a definitive list but it should be a good starting point for your own research

Ringo

I really dont know a whole lot about ringo's history, but i know he had affairs with multiple women (im unsure on the details of his affairs tho) and developed severe alcoholism while married to maureen. I feel like i read somewhere that he was abusive towards her but i cant find that information at the moment. His alcoholism continued through the 80s, and he was very violent and abusive towards barbara. Ringo nearly beat her to death while under the influence. (x) (x) (x)

Paul

There is actually quite a lot to say about paul. contrary to popular belief, he actually isnt perfect lmao. Paul was a very controlling boyfriend. According to dot rhone, an early girlfriend: “He was so possessive that he needed to control everything about me – my appearance, the way I dressed, even the way I thought. he was always wanting me to look better than I did and I never thought I measured up to the way he thought I should be. I feel ashamed to admit it now, but back then I went along with it. I became his puppet. If I knew then what I know now, I would never have allowed it to happen. He gave me a list of rules that I had to stick to. John had the same rules for his girlfriend Cynthia….He told me I couldn’t see my girlfriends. There was no going out except with him, and I lost touch with my friends because I was never available. When we did go out I wasn’t allowed to smoke, even though he smoked; it wasn’t the image he wanted I guess”(x)he was also a pretty shitty boyfriend in general, considering he was almost never faithful to any of the women in his life. Paul would convince women to sleep with him then drop them, as he did with anita cochrane in the early 60s:“He didn’t really have a party in mind, but everything was called a party back then, I realised later on. Life was just one big party. We went back to a bedsit with two friends. It was apparent what the score was. I should have said; ‘Right, I’m going.’ But I let myself into it. You have to realise I really liked him. He was everything. He’d told me he loved me and I said I loved him - I did. He just seemed special to me. I thought he was a knight in shining armour. Every girl must think that when they fall for someone, mustn’t they? I remember waking up with him. I went to bed with my clothes on and they were all crumpled up. I was too shy to take them off. I was so shy. I can’t believe I stayed there and didn’t go home. I must have been mesmerised. I was really nervous. I was just 16 that night. I told him I’d never done it before. He reassured me to make me feel more relaxed, but I was very tense. I did it because he wanted to and I liked him. I just wanted to please him. I’d fallen for him and would have done whatever he told me to do. I didn’t know anything about it and was nervous whether I was doing the right thing. I thought he liked me, that he wouldn’t be there with me if he didn’t like me. I thought that night was the start of something. But I came back down to earth with a bump the next day. He dropped me at the bus-stop and said ‘See ya.’ He didn’t arrange to see me again. I think he realised I was just a kid. I didn’t cry until later when I was at home.” (x)He is rumored to have multiple illegitimate children and has allegedly paid several women off for their silence, including anita. (x)(x)Paul was also heavily involved with drug culture, like the other beatles and was often under the influence around his children: “Lizzie hated babysitting for the McCartneys because they were slobs (messy house) and because there were “drugs all over the place,” right out in the open where theoretically one or all of their four young children could get at them.” (x)

GeorgeI feel like i have the least amount of problematic information on george lmao. Like the other beatles, george was unfaithful and had multiple affairs with women while being married to pattie, including his affair with ringo’s wife. george even publicly declared his love for maureen in front of pattie (x). George was very insensitive and cruel to pattie, having open affairs with women right in front of her and dismissing her completely. George's neglect of pattie eventually lead her to contemplate suicide (x).George also became a heavy drug user in the 70s and would preform concerts while completely out of it (x).

Im going to skip john considering people are already well aware he is problematic.

again, a lot of the beatles' problematic behaviors involve drugs and affairs, but those things should not be dismissed. they negatively impacted the lives of their loved ones through their addictions and infidelity. while those seem like minor issues, they can have extreme consequences: barbara's near-death at ringo's hands and pattie contemplating suicide because of george's behavior. so I know its tempting to say "it was just cheating" or "just drugs/alcohol," but I think it's important to understand and recognize that those things are bigger than they seem.

however, it is equally important to recognize that all four of them have worked hard to improve themselves, and have acknowledged the mistakes they have made in the past. as far as I'm aware, not one of them has tried to dismiss or excuse their actions. they have not only apologized to those involved, but they have made efforts to be better than this going forward. people are not totally good or totally bad. we shouldn't put anyone, celebrity or otherwise, on a pedestal and call them a saint. they're human, just like us. we all make mistakes, some more serious than others, and what's important is that we recognize those mistakes and grow from them

#Anonymous #long post for ts #i dont want people thinking im dragging them #like i love them i just dont want to ignore things like this #in my eyes they did more good than bad but that doesnt make it okay #also im very tired please excuse my mistakes

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aloyssobek · 6 years ago

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Ugh I slept right past my alarm and now it's 5 to 8 and my class starts at 9

#it's gonna take at least an hour and a half to get into the city #thing is i still need to get up and get dressed and then drive to the station #All of which together will take 20-30 mins #so i probs won't get to uni until 10 #look i know it's a 3 hour class but idk if i cbf

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hellsbellssinclub · 9 years ago

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40 character development questions! All about Padawan Fern!

Okay @markwatnae here are 40 of the 42 questions since the last two were pretty much just free for all questions. This took me over an hour to write and I cbf with any spelling and stuff.

Also, I dare you to do this with Edie.

And I dare any of you who read this to do this about of your OC’s.

PHYSICAL PRESENCE AND GESTURE.

1. How do they move and carry themselves? Pace, rhythm, gestures, energy?

When she isn’t stumbling over thin air, Fern is as graceful as the rest of the Jedi. She walks a slower then what she would call normal pace so that everyone with smaller legs then her can keep up. Fern is quite cheerful and enjoys gesturing when she is in a relaxed environment. If she is in a hostile area, Fern will become more still and cautious.

2. How much physical space do they use, active and at rest?

Fern is as tall as you can get and takes up a lot of space because of it. She does not often stand at her full height but when she does, Fern commands attention. Due to the fact that she is a Neti, Fern needs less rest then most. That being said, she can and will take up the whole bed or closet when she wishes to sleep.

3. How do they position themselves in a group? Do they like to be the center of attention, or do they hang back at the edges of a crowd?

She hangs around the edges. Being so tall means that she can be at the edge of everything and still get a good view of everyone.

4. What is their size and build? How does it influence how they use their body, if it does?

Tall, amazonian, strong. Fern is built tough and looks it. This helps for when she and her master are on missions and they need to threaten someone.

5. How do they dress? What styles, colors, accessories, and other possessions do they favor? Why?

Due to her young age, Fern often relies on breathing through her bark like skin. This causes her much trouble when on polluted planets. Her robes are made of a thick material that filters out polluted air.

She wears skirts instead of pants when she can get away with it and leggings too. Both are made of the thick material.

Her Padawan beads are made out of stones from the planet she grew up on. They are Force sensitive and are hand carved by Frank.

6. What are they like in motion–in different environments, and in different activities? What causes the differences between these?

Fern when not in a war like situation, is analytical and watchful of the environment that she is in. While she is mostly cheerful and relaxed, Frank has taught her to always be ready and on her guard no matter what.

7. How do they physically engage with other people, inanimate objects, and their environment? What causes the differences between these?

Fern is always cheerful with engaging people she likes. If she doesn’t like you she will be polite. If she really doesn’t like you she will be out right rude.

Inanimate objects are yelled at regularly.

Fern is always happy when in an environment with plants and trees. If there is too much pollution, like on Coruscant, she will be less happy and more or less cranky.

8. Where and when do they seem most and least at ease? Why? How can you tell?

Fern is most at ease in a garden or somewhere where the living force is prominate. She really does not like the senate or polluted areas.

9. How do they manifest energy, exhaustion, tension, or other strong emotions?

Fern bonces on her toes when she has a lot of energy. And slumps her shoulders when she is exhausted. When she is tense, the thorns on her body become sharper and easier to see. Other strong emotions are seen by the colour changes in her flowers or if her flowers open or close.

10. What energizes and drains them most?

The living force makes them energised. Being around those she cares about the most makes her active and bouncy. Being in the senate and Coruscant makes her feel weak and drained, which is why master Frank raised her in the Dantooine temple.

11. How are they vocally expressive? What kind of voice, accent, tones, inflections, volume, phrases and slang, and manner of speaking do they use?

Fern has a very light and bell like voice. She speaks with a slight accent and can be soft spoken at times. She often forgets to use basic and more often than not will turn to her master to translate for her.

12. How are they bodily expressive? How do they use nonverbal cues such as their posture, stance, eyes, eyebrows, mouths, and hands?

Fern uses her flowers to express a lot. Though that is more to do with her age then her control.

DISPOSITION AND TEMPERAMENT.

13. How do they greet the world — what is their typical attitude towards life? How does it differ in different circumstances, or towards different subjects? Why do they take these attitudes, and why do they change? How do these tend to be expressed?

Fern wants the best she can get in life. She wants to be safe and for all her friends to be as well. Due to childhood trauma, Fern is terrified of many things, though she will not admit it. When not faced with her trauma Fern is completely fine. She is her normal, cheerful, if sassy and salty, self. When confronted with something to do with what she went through, Fern becomes defensive and angry. Her flowers all close when this happens.

14. What do they care deeply about? What kind of loyalties, commitments, moral codes, life philosophies, passions, callings, or spirituality and faith do they have? How do these tend to be expressed?

Fern cares about the Jedi and her old family. She has 12 siblings, none of them Neti, and she loves them all dearly. She keeps in regular contact with several siblings until the war (Palpatine) forces her to stop doing so.

Once Fern is loyal to something or someone, it takes a lot to lose that loyalty.

Fern follows a religion from the region of space that she was born into. The religion itself speaks of balance and staying true to ones path. The said religion has over 14 different cults to its name. Fern does not follow any of the cults. The religion is a part of a group of several other religions that follow different gods and goddess. Kinda like the old Greek gods.

15. What kind of inner life do they have — rich and imaginative? Calculating and practical? Full of doubts and fears? Does it find any sort of outlet in their lives?

Calculating. Very calculating. Fern is a hell of a lot smarter then she acts and presents herself. She watches and waits and reacts. She also doubts a lot and fears the backlash she could receive from her fellow Jedi if they found out about certain things from her childhood trauma.

16. Do they dream? What are those dreams like?

Fern dreams. Sometimes of good things. Sometimes it is visions of tin soldiers following a puppet man up the steps of the temple to kill the younglings.

17. Are they more shaped by nature or nurture — who they are, or what has happened to them? How have these shaped who they’ve become as a person?

Nurture. Definitely nurture.

Cant say much cause spoilers~~

18. What kind of person could they become in the future? What are some developmental paths that they could take, (best, worst, most likely?) what would cause them to come to pass, and what consequences might they have? What paths would you especially like to see, and why?

Depending on how things go, Fern could be a well spoken guardian of the peace who champions those who need help.

Or she could become a really bitter guerrilla fighter with little to no care about lives, hers or anyone elses.

Depends on which story I am writing.

CONNECTIONS WITH OTHERS.

19. How do they behave within a group? What role(s) do they take? Does this differ if they know and trust the group, versus finding themselves in a group of strangers? Why?

If she is with a group she likes, Fern can often be a happy little puppy who makes jokes and is cheerful to be around.

If she is with a groups she doesn’t like then more often than not, Fern would be very salty and sassy. She would also poke as much fun as she could at certain people should they annoy her.

When around strangers, Fern will be cautious as normal and interact when needed until she has seen if she likes them or not.

20. What kind of individual relationships do they have with others, and how do they behave in them? How are they different between intimate relationships like friends, family, and lovers versus more impersonal relationships?

Fern sees Master Frank as the closest thing to a father that she has. She loves him dearly and keeps him close. Her relationship with Sober is also very close. He is one of the only people she listens to when she is told she needs to go to sleep and they are have the potential to Lifebond. Both Fern and Sober can be found asleep at times in Sober’s office, their arms wrapped around each other.

Fern treats all her friends with respect and love. She is devoted to them and goes above and beyond to make them happy.

She does the same for family.

21. What kind of relationships do they tend to intentionally seek out versus actually cultivate? What kind of social contact do they prefer, and why?

Fern prefers simple relationships. She likes it when she doesn’t need to talk to someone for months and they can still be friends.

Fern does like to just hang out with others her age though and just mess around. When the war starts and the other Padawans are either on missions and are dead, Fern takes to hanging out with her men when her master is busy.

22. How do people respond to them, and why might these responses differ?

Sometimes they are annoyed. Other times they think she is a cheerful young girl.

23. How do they respond to difficult social moments? What makes them consider a social situation difficult?

She watches and waits to see what to do. Most difficulties she has is when things get lost in translation.

24. How do they present themselves socially? What distinguishes their “persona” from their “true self”, and what causes that difference?

She presents herself as cheerful and polite. The main difference is that Fern is a lot more blunt and serious then she acts. While she does like poking fun at things, Fern pays attentions to what is happening around her and gages how to react.

25. What do they need and want out of relationships, and how do they go about getting it?

Cuddles and understanding. Fern is the kind of person to just walk up to you and suddenly cuddle you for a while.

26. How do they view and feel about relationships, and how might this manifest in how they handle them, if it does?

Fern often does not understand relationships. In terms of her kin she is still a seedling. While her body may have grown, her mind is still very much stuck in the ‘eww, sex is gross’ stage. Which works out fine for her and Sober seeing as he is quite happy with his hand if needed and sees no need for sex. They boy like cuddling.

ACTIVITIES AND PREFERENCES.

27. What do they strongly like and dislike, in any category? Why?

Fern likes trees and plants and animals. Fern dislikes politician and Sith Lords.

28. What are they likely to do if they have the opportunity, resources, and time to accomplish it? Why?

End slavery. Endorse aid groups that work disaster relief. Have more planets settled as planets for crops for starving people. Have planets settled for endangered animals. Open the Archives to the general public.

29. What kind of activities, interests, and hobbies do they have? What significance and impact do these have in their lives, both positive and negative?

Fern loves to read and learn new things. She is interested in history and planets and animals. She also enjoys learning new prays from her religion and new skills. And drinking everyone under the table.

The only negative impact her interest have on her is that desire to learn need things can be used against in the form of a Sith lord trying to convince her to join the Sith so she can read all the forbidden things.

And her drinking costs her a lot of money.

30. What is their preferred level of activity and stimulation? How do they cope if they get either too little or too much?

Fern likes to be active and do things. If there is nothing to do, she will find something to keep her occupied and if things are too much she will either power through it or ask for help. Badly.

31. Is there anything that counts as a “dealbreaker” for them, positively or negatively? What makes things go smoothly, and what spoils an activity or ruins their day? Why?

Dealing with politicians. Partially Palpatine. Fern would rather fight Sith Lords with both hands cut off then be stuck in a room with him.

32. Do they have any “props” that are a significant part of their life, identity, activities, or self-presentation somehow? What are they, how are they used, and why are they so significant? How would these props’ absence impact them, how would they compensate, and why?

Fern has a small shrine in her room that she prays to. It is hand made and means a lot to her. If it was destroyed, Fern would be heartbroken and it would take her a while to make a new one.

Every month when she is able, Fern would leave an offering of something over night at the bottom of the shrine.

THINKING AND LEARNING.

33. How do they learn about the world–what is their preferred learning style? Hands-on learning with trial and error? Research, reading, and note-taking? Observation or rote memorization? Inductive or deductive reasoning? Seeking patterns and organization? Taking things apart and putting them back together? Creative processing via discussing, writing about, or dramatizing things?

Fern studies everything and is very hands on with her learning. She seeks out what she wants to know and devours it when she has it in her hands.

34. How do they understand the world–what kind of worldview and thought processes do they have? Why?

Fern tries to have an optimistic view on things. She tries and see the best in the situation.

35. How and why do they internalize knowledge? What effect has that had on them?

She essentially has a mini library in her mind. She files everything away accordingly and that makes it much more easier for her to process thing.

36. How much do they rely on their minds and intellect, versus other approaches like relying on instinct, intuition, faith and spirituality, or emotions? What is their opinion on this?

She relies on everything she has. The Force guides her. Her mind informers her. Her intuition warns her and her faith steadies her. Her emotions are what is left when she reacts.

37. Have they had any special education or training that colors their means of learning about or understanding the world? Conversely, do they lack some kind of education considered essential in their world? What kind of impact has this addition or lack had on them?

Master Frank is a shadow and he teaches everything he can to Fern, this means that Fern knows a lot more things than the normal Padawan or Knight. This means there can be lack of communication between her and some of the other Padawans.

Add into the fact that the temples have different teaching methods and classes means there is a big gap on what is and what isn’t learnt.

38. Is there anything they wish they could change about their worldview or thought processes? What, and why?

No. Fern knows there is no way to change the way she feels about things.

39. What sort of questions or thoughts recur in their lives, either specifically or as a theme? Why are these never answered, or answered permanently to their satisfaction?

“Will they accept me if they know the truth?” is what she asks. And I cant tell you because of spoilers.

40. What do they wonder about? What sparks their curiosity and imagination, and why? How is this expressed, if it is?

Anything and everything. Fern is forever learning and always wants to know many things. All the things in fact. And she is not afraid to ask the questions to get them.

#Padawan Fern #Padawan protection club #master frank #commander sober #hellsbells wrote something!!!

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