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feeneeweenee · 26 days ago

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Better Call Saul: The Most I've Cried In a While.

If it isn't clear, there WILL be spoilers during every moment of this post. I would love to talk about my thoughts on the show as a whole, and reflect on how I've connected with the characters... especially Jimmy McGill.

Fresh From 'Breaking Bad'

Being introduced to Better Call Saul after Breaking Bad was inevitable, of course. Going into it, I think I had the same assumption as everyone else: "Wow!! The silly, funny, very unserious lawyer got a show all for himself!! Finally, some comedic relief from the heartbreak I felt from Breaking Bad! Thank god!!" Well, safe to say I was extremely wrong. A couple episodes in, I'm learning to mourn "Saul Goodman". I LOVED Saul, I thought nothing he could do would make him seem worse or better than he already was. I thought he was at his peak all around, so seeing him go from Saul Goodman to some dude named "Jimmy McGill" was whiplash, and I rejected it, thinking: "wow, he's not cool yet. This is so sad to watch." Seeing him wear browns, blacks, navy blues and greys really made me shun his core character already. I remember feeling bored, and as if I wouldn't like the show, given the mindset I went in with. Boy, was I wrong.

Learning Jimmy

As I watched more, I came to realize the TRUE Jimmy McGill. His difference in morale, mannerisms, approach to life, more or less was a lot more genuine. A little fucked up? Sure, but human and real. I've come to realize slowly but surely during S1 and S2 that Jimmy was a man who had a heart, despite him constantly ricocheting between being a con-artist, and man with a lot of love to give. When he was slipping back into his bad habits, breaking the rules was fun to him, and that's all he ever wanted life to be as his Slippin' Jimmy self: Fun. When his brother Chuck gave him a new life, he tried his best to win the approval and respect of him. At this moment of time, to my knowledge, Jimmy had no habits of doing crimes. It seemed as if he was a clean slate. When he was at his best, learning and growing with Kim Wexler mid-relationship / early marriage, he would become very self aware. Did he still manage to get into the wrong corners of life despite trying to live straight? Yes. It was really hard to watch him put effort into his own betterment, yet still be pulled into the cartel by Lalo, Nacho, Mike, etc. Having Jimmy's selfish and scheming behaviors fueled due to Kim Wexler in the later part of their marriage especially, Or even when Chuck could never show true belief and trust in Jimmy and his law degree. A lot of corners her turned, and a lot of corners he'd meet either someone he loved that didn't give him enough wiggle room, or people heavily associated with crime. I learned to love Jimmy as a whole. He was and still is amazing.

The People Around Jimmy

As I went on watching Jimmy do his thing: Getting in trouble, repeating his wrongdoings just in different fonts despite having the right support eventually, all while also seeing a lot of potential in him to be an honest man, I started building resentment; Especially when Kim wasn't part of the scheming or continuance at all. At a certain point in S3, I started seeing the pattern of "Jimmy fucks up, Jimmy feels bad mostly because he was caught, Jimmy lies his way through it all, and now Jimmy is apologizing, and he will do this again BUT WORSE in the near future." He was the biggest asshole in my mind come S3. I felt it ebb and flow throughout, feeling it strongest in the middle of S5, and towards the end of S6 with the divorce papers scene specifically. Through every character that interreacted with Jimmy, I felt their emotions towards him. Through Chuck, I felt betrayal and resentment. Through Kim, I felt loyalty and pain. And through Howard, I felt as if i was overextending my hand towards someone who needed help, however they never knew to not bite my hand. More or less, all my emotions can be boiled down to feeling attached and trusting, accepting and helping, then pain and betrayal over and over again until I just couldn't see what Kim saw in him anymore.

A Good Guy Deep Down (?)

Learning about him embodying his Gene persona in a negative way, yet still having the effort to hide from authorities, made me the most bitter. The extent he would go, and the people he would continue to rope into his wrongdoings was a painful view. However, I needed to keep in mind that Gene was right after Saul Goodman, not Jimmy McGill. Like Kim, I had all the belief in the world that Jimmy can be a good guy deep down. I really thought I saw Jimmy McGill in his fullest and truest ways just how Kim did. But once the ending started rolling around, I realized I was just another Howard, Chuck, Richard, Cliff, etc, who could not understand him to his fullest. I often find myself wondering if Jimmy was being true with his actions at the end of the show, even though the 86 years of jail time he has received was by his doing. He could have had seven years, but he confessed to a mountain of crimes, made himself clear as day, gave Kim the fresh slate she needed, and accepted the 86 years. Whether it was for Kim's approval and love, or because he truly did believe he deserved every single one of those years, is unclear. It could be a little bit of both, but I'd like to believe that it wasn't for Kim's affection; But rather, because she inspired him. I will say though, I disliked how fast he became self aware and willing to accept his consequences. I'm not sure if the crew had to wrap this show up quickly, had a different way of expressing his deep regrets and pain via flashbacks or whatnot, but it was paced a little oddly from my perspective. What gives me reassurance to the authenticity behind his change of heart, is in the final scenes everything remains black and white, despite him being in the presence of Kim. Only the lit cigarette shines orange, signifying to me that the memory of sharing cigs with her, and anything else associated with this action in the past, makes him feel alive. Or maybe, it's as simple as everyone else puts it: There's still something between them.

Final Notes.

What I will say, however: it's made me raise an eyebrow to the way he'd only indulge in his bad behaviors when he has the love, or the rose-colored glasses, of at least one individual in his life. With a singular person in his corner, he feels confident and free to commit crimes, whether or not said person knows of it. As Saul Goodman, being the richest he's ever been, had the love and acceptance of thousands. While fully committing to being plain and simple Gene at the beginning of his runaway, he had no one, and he had no crime to be involved with. With Kim, however, he truly tried changing, and still is; By telling her everything, even if it makes him anxious. Staying out of trouble, trying to get Lalo stuck in jail, having 86 years of prison time, giving her the best ending she could've gotten despite the situation he got both of them in, the list goes on. Unfortunately, their relationship was the epitome of an "Addict and Enabler" dynamic, where Kim loved not only his company, but what he brought with it: crime, bad behavior for selfish gain, and fun, all while Jimmy had an addiction with con-artistry he could never seem to fully put down even with her not participating at first. While Kim still loved him as a person, even showing restraint and disapproval of Jimmy's deceiving ways in the earlier moments of their relationship, it evolved into getting married for the "we can't testify against each other" benefit, and they both started wrecking havoc. Kim loved Jimmy a lot, which is why I think his addiction to con-artistry made her, in a way, relapse with the same actions practically reestablishing the same type of criminal co-dependency she and her mother had with one another. She didn't want to lose him, but she was also fighting against her own urges to join in earlier on, hence the neutrality towards Jimmy's actions, and coming to his rescue in court whenever needed, but obviously looking stressed while doing so.

This show has truly broken my heart in ways Breaking Bad wish it did. The story telling, the connection to the characters, the world building, all of it. The way Kim and Jimmy's relationship was tampered and maneuvered with all throughout, in order to tell a rich and cultivating story full of dynamic characters and complex emotions, really moved me. In reality, this show was meant to encapsulate the most heart-breaking, beautiful, yet gut-wrenching romance. I'd like to think that Kim visits Jimmy in prison a few times a year... but I'd also realistically think that Jimmy will always be going from 'trickery' to 'truth'. Both phases being fleeting, just in a different, lighthearted manner with the cell he resides in for the rest of his life.

Thank you for reading <3 ~Fini

#better call saul #bcs #jimmy mcgill #kim wexler #chuck mcgill #mcwexler #breaking bad #heartbreaking #i fully sobbed when watching the last season and i still shed a few tears writing this damn thing MAKE IT STOP WAAAAAAAAA #just my take on this

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frostbitepandaaaaa · 7 months ago

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wip wednesday... or whatever

hello my dear friends. i just wanted to give y'all some morsels that may or may not be helpful or fulfilling in anyway, but i have been kind of in an extended writing rut. i think (hope) that i am turning a corner, though! so i just wanted to provide some reassurance and/or (heh) some treats for any of my very, very patient readers out there. so, without further ado, here are some treats.

also, keep your eyes peeled for some little one-shots/drabbles coming to an ao3 feed near you over the next few days/weeks!

more under the cut!

from chapter 2 of Path of Totality:

“How are you feeling?” he asks her, tilting her chin up to look at her. His pupils are blown, his eyes dark and dulcet and lovely as he looks her over. “I feel weird.”

“Weird?” Jyn questions, a bit scared by that description because she feels fucking divine. The sea wind shivers like a silken robe over her shoulders.

“Weird, but good,” he’s quick to clarify, smiling.

“Weird but good,” she repeats with a silly grin, heartened. “Yeah… yeah, me too… a bit.”

Cassian’s entire demeanor seems to shift. His limbs loosen and his face brightens and he bends his head closer to her ear, whispers in a gentle warning: “this is just the beginning.”

His voice solidifies into a heated caress over her neck and she bites back a curse in the wake of it. His words sink slow but real into her fogged over brain. She already feels so strange… and they haven’t even peaked yet. She circles her palms over his biceps, tightens her grip. Cassian folds his own hands over her elbows. She feels anxious, nervous, but in a sweet, excited way. She had been staring down a dark and overgrown trail, obscured and dangerous, lain with traps and tripwires. Now, the path has been cleared and Cassian is there to walk beside her.

“‘M here,” he says into the cap of her shoulder, as if he’d been reading her thoughts and it’s a brand as much as it’s a promise.

(there is currently 10k+ words of voice kink and sexual tension and fEeLiNgS. just need to write the nasty and i can finally send it off!)

from chapter 2 of Aphelion:

Kassa… no, Cassian— picks up another fuel rod, dips it carefully into the simmering oil bath with thickly gloved hands.

Clem nods in approval, punches him lightly on the arm. “That’s good, son. Good money for good work.”

Cassian pinches his brows together, lifts the rod from the black, boiling depths. The oil falls away. The metal gleams. He sees the reflection of one, dark eye blink back at him. He thinks of the ship crumpled in the jungles of his home. He thinks of his sister.

He thinks of Clem, his new father. Of Maarva, his new mother who had saved him, he thinks. Who had taken him from everything he had ever known. His stomach twists.

”Why did Maarva take me?”

Clem shakes his head once, distracted with his tome of a ledger. ”She loves you.”

”She didn’t know me.” She still doesn’t._

Clem pauses in his scribbling, comes to stand next to him and kneels down, places a large, warm hand on his shoulder. ”You just know, sometimes.”

”Did you?” Cassian asks and he doesn’t like how childish he sounds. He is a child, he knows that, but he never much feels like one. “When you met Maarva?”

Clem frowns, nods affirmatively. “Aye, I guess I did.”

”On Kenari we called that de’shelay,”_ he says smartly, placing the now cleaned and dried fuel rod on the rack next to him._

“Ah… here we call that ‘soulmates’.”

”’Soulmates’,” Cassian repeats, rolling the word on his tongue. It has been difficult learning this strange new language, but he likes the sound of it. Likes the way it leaves his mouth. There’s a weight to it. It is big and abiding. “That sounds nice.”

”Aye, son,” Clem says, straightening to stand with a groan. “It is… but it is also a difficult thing.”

Cassian frowns. “Why?”

”It is a great responsibility,” Clem tells him gravely, “being entrusted with one’s soul.” He points at him, eyes sage and serious, the same way he was in the habit of doing when he wanted something to stick. “It is a great privilege. Remember that.”

Cassian blinks, letting this enormous thought sink in. “How do you know?” he asks, suddenly urgent. Maybe the pretty girl down the road— Bix— is his soulmate and he hadn’t been taking proper care this entire time. “How do you know when you meet your soulmate?”

“Oh, well that’s simple, son,” Clem tells him with a little chuckle that tells Cassian it was not simple. Not simple at all. “You just do.”

(this is the entire opening flashback scene. i wanted to pull from the other scene i have written, but i also don't want to spoil a cool surprise, so, here we are. i probably have another 5-7k words to write for this one)

from chapter 5 of 12 Days on Yavin, Wyoming:

Jyn is a live wire against him, trapped between his body and the door. Her hands blaze over his skin like coals as she tugs him ever closer. He swallows her moan as he presses his leg between her own, hitches her up on his bent knee with his hands braced on her hips. He delves his fingers under the hem of her shirt, groans at how soft and heated her skin is beneath his hands, how her muscles jump at his touch.

He has to tear himself away, has to catch his breath and gather what little of his wits are left— because Jyn has started, ever so slightly, to rut against his thigh and it’s driving him a bit wild.

And because he’s fairly certain he’s bleeding on her floor.

“Shit,” he mutters, stepping back from her.

“What?” Jyn snaps, perturbed, blinking as if being released from a spell. “Cassian?”

She’s seems a bit panicked, a bit worried, as if she is the cause of his distress. He shakes his head quickly, lifts his right hand, where his knuckles have opened up. He hisses in pain as he flexes his fingers and a warm stream of blood rolls over the top of his palm.

“Oh, no, Cassian,” Jyn murmurs in sympathy, even while she seems to sigh and sag in relief.

“I’m sorry,” he says, checking for stains on her shirt and on the rug beneath his feet. And, yeah, there’s a few spots of red against the green. “I can replace the rug.”

Jyn rolls her eyes, takes him by the arm to lead him toward the bedroom. “Don’t worry about it… let’s get you cleaned up.”

Cassian tries a little too hard to not fixate on the bed as Jyn drags him into the adjoining bathroom. She flips down the toilet seat and urges him to sit on top of it before rummaging in the medicine cabinet. First Aid kit retrieved, she sits down next to him on the edge of the bath tub.

“This’ll sting,” she warns before popping open a bottle of isopropyl and pouring a healthy amount over his hand. He hisses in pain and Jyn hands him a clean cloth. “Press,” she instructs and he does.

He watches as she unwinds a spool of gauze, cuts a strip of bandage with a pair of tiny, sharp scissors. “Well prepared,” he observes.

She gives him an inscrutable look. “I’ve had to learn to be prepared.”

The emotion stinging in his throat isn’t sympathy… but it’s not far from it. He knows what that feels like— to have to take care of yourself. How many times has she had to dress her own wounds?

His heart clenches hard under his ribs.

(this chapter haunts me. it's essentially done. but for some reason i hate it. i'm not sure why. there's a part of me that thinks it's because i've sat on it too long. i've poked at it too much. that whole 'if you stare at yourself in the mirror long enough you start looking like a monster' thing. but there's another part of me that's like 'lmao i have to rewrite this whole 12k+ chapter from jyn's pov and nothing else will fix it'. because i am INSANE.)

from chapter 2 of Sometimes the Wolf:

“Where’s the serum?” Cassian shouts in desperation once the truck evens out. “We need it. Jyn—“

“Here!” Cinta cries from the corner of the truck bed, braced against the jumps and jostles of the rutted track they’re following. She kicks a heavy tac box toward him. “Figured you might need it.”

Cassian almost feels like fainting in relief. He wraps his fingers around the tiny wrists of the strange little girl, pries her arms from around his neck and shifts her into his lap. “Hey, hey,” he shushes. She’s shaking like a leaf. The girl whimpers, looks at him through the whipping rain with a trembling lip. “I need to help Jyn. I need you to let go for a bit so I can do that.”

She nods, but does not move. “Brasso…” Cassian pleads. The big man nods, leans forward from his seat on wheel well and grabs up the girl. She shrieks in protest, but Cassian can’t spare another thought for her right now.

Jyn lays half upright against the opposite wheel well, still panting. Her own charge seems to have passed out on her chest— from sheer exhaustion or from shock he can’t say, but it doesn’t matter. He can work around her.

“Cass…” she hisses at him almost in warning as he drags himself toward her. He snaps open the thick plastic hatch of the tac box. “It’s too late—“

“Are you feeling feverish?” he asks, plucking the precious vial from the foam encasing it and shaking it.

“No, but… Cassian it could just be the rain… or shock. Too much time has passed—“

“The virus works different on everyone. Thirty minutes is just a rule of thumb—“

“Cassian, if you do this and I turn anyway, it will be a waste. Wasted when it could be used for someone else.” He pulls the cap off the syringe with his teeth. Pierces the vial and begins to draw. “Draven will flay you alive!” she continues, growing a bit desperate, perhaps.

He flicks air from the needle. “You think I give a shit about that?” He pulls up the sleeve of her jacket, smooths the rain and blood from the bite. It’s black and putrid and hot to the touch. He feels himself reel, but he takes a breath, looks up at her with the best grin he can muster. “Are we married or not?”

Cassian waits for a relatively smooth stretch of road as Jyn lets out a harsh breath of frustration. “I can’t fucking believe your making jokes right—“ Jyn halts in her griping with a hiss of pain as the needle goes in. She always did hate needles.

Cassian depresses the syringe, pulls the needle free, tosses it back into the box. He grips her face between his hands and brings their brows together. “You’re going to make it,” he swears to her. “You’re going to make it, or I’m going with you.”

(not much to say about this one. hoping to update it on the one year anniversary lmao.)

#frost rambles #shut up frost #updates #rebelcaptain #fic #my fic #fanfiction #wip wednesday #?#is that a thing?

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radioactive-mouse · 2 months ago

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hi lhmygosh YOU UNDERSTAND THEM SO MUCH.... Ive been unwell about them for. Oh desr god its december. Oh its been months. They compel me so much.

You absolutely get them so so much!!!! shota is absolutely 100% passively suicidal and I WILL argue this is supported by canon. he cares so hard and he sees oboro in his students. and he will do absolutely anything to save oboro so he throws himself into danger and he doesn't CARE how much he gets hurt and then that hurts zashi too because neither of these motherfuckers can EVERYONE see anything but that building!! all shota sees is oboro hurt, oboro dying, and anytime his students are in danger all he sees is that day and he HAS to save them. and then hizashi comes too late and all he sees is blood, all he sees is a boy who threw himself in front of those kids, all he sees is his best friend dying and he was TOO LATE.

like. god. you get it!! you absolutely get it. YOURE SO RIGHT ABT ALL OF IT takes your hand Yes lets skip through a field and talk about the sillies... Life is a dream!!! pleaseeee do elaborate about the sun/moon/sky thing? 👀👀 symbolism my beloved this sounds so good

OOHHHH MY GOD HELLO HI HI YOU . YOUUUUUU. YOU UNDERSTAND ME

GOD IM JUST SO. IT IS SO SO RARE TO FIND PPL WHO UNDERSTAND HIZASHI AND YOU ARE ONE OF THEM like yeah!!!!! he can be funny and silly but also uh. uuhhhmm. these are two deeply unwell and depressed people it’s just that shota kind of. checked out of his own brain and tunnel visioned on his one Thing and hizashi kind of worstened his already existing habit of throwing himself into situations where he is always too busy to think about anything and never has time to slow down because if he does he will completely fall apart. and they love each other!!! they do!!!!!! but i feel like there’s this tendency to like. make hizashi the More Stable one that has been trying to pull shota out of his depression tar pit but nnnooooo nooo like. they kind of constantly need to be holding each other above water because they will just drown on their own but also they are both not able to meet their own needs much less another persons. so the result is just. no one getting quite Enough and just sort of existing in near constant low level misery where they can’t let go of each other

and also it’s like. i think that’s the state they’re in Now but oh my GOD i think. those first couple of years after oboro’s death were fucking awful for their relationship and ughghhh fuucckk FUUUCCKCKK HANG ON WHERES RHE PAGE IM THINKING OF

THIS. THIS MAKES ME LIKE . ACTUALLY A LITTLE SICK TO THINK ABT. like fuck dude oh my god you can’t help him because he won’t let you but also you can’t stay away from him. you’ve tried. you always come back to each other eventually but all you can do is watch each other destroy yourselves because neither of you will allow the other to get genuinely close to you. in shota’s case obvs the like. actively shoving him away both out of a fear of losing someone that important to him again and because he kind of thinks he just needs to like. idk repent forever by eternally throwing himself into traffic for other people (which like uh yeah bbygirl for sure i believe you wanna be alive. yeah man) and like for hizashi it’s just. he misses shota and wants to be around him and care abt him but also he has this complete refusal to ever sit down and assess his own emotions and letting shota ever really know or help him would just. obliterate the constant perpetual motion he’s keeping up and the only way to deal with it is to just keep running himself into the ground

I. UUUUGGHHGHHHH THEY ARE SO ‼️ also i absolutely can get into sun/moon/sky thing in more detail i just have trouble articulating it but like. rruuauurhrhrhg. hizashi as the constant burning and bright Thing that keeps them all in motion, he’s all noise and light and can kind of just Go Forever until he runs out of fuel vs shota’s more calm static placement as the moon that keeps them steady, that tempers the tide and holds them in balance and makes them just slow down for a second to think and catch their breath

um. source: they are so silly

and. uugghgh UUUGGHHHHGGHH. oboro as the sky that holds them together and he is the Glue and the one that keeps them both from running off into different directions and getting distant and weird (which they were both. already prone to doing when he knew them to be so honest) but without him to be that tether they kind of end up doing exactly that. i think for those first few years especially they feel just. so far apart even if they sit right next to each other. because every time they look at each other they have to think about the space he left and they’re both running slightly off script without oboro there to preserve any kind of normalcy and they just. cannot let themselves slow down long enough to actually grieve what they’ve lost and find a new normal

ALSO THIS SHOT FROM MERRY GO ROUND MAKES ME FEEL SIIIIICCKKKKK LIKE. OH MY GOD THE CAT IN THE FOREGROUND OBVS BUT LIKE. THE DISTANCE BETWEEN THEM OUTLINED BY THE OPEN CLOUDY SKY YOU CANNOT BE FUCKING SERIOUS THIS IS INHUMANE

BUT YEAH LIKE. HOLY MOLY IVE BEEN YAPPING FOR A WHILE BUT THATS MY BIT. THANK U FOR COMPREHENDING MY INSANITY IVE BEEN GOING CRAZY ABT THEM FOR LIKE WEEKS

#AUAUUGGHHH #THEYRE SOOOOOO 💥💥💥💥#RRUUURUUAUHH #ask #spacedykez #bnha #erasermic

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yumedoca · 2 years ago

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Why ‘Last Date’ is the my favorite Ataru focused chapter - An Analysis 🧐 (Long Post)

Hai there, hope you’re having a great day! Today on ‘Yuca Analyzes Silly Things (For No Reason)’, we’ll be talking about what I believe to be the best Ataru storyline written, which is ‘Chapter 247: Last Date’.

Note: All of the facts and evidence and such are taken from the manga because: a) it’s the canon source, b) the og anime changes a lot in relation to the story and character to the point it isn’t consistent and c) it hasn’t been adapted in the remake (yet…).

Also, We’re going to be analyzing this chapter according to the story progression, so we’re going page by page. I’ll skip the bits which don’t need analysis and focus on the ones that do.

With all of that aside, let’s begin!

The chapter starts of with Nozomi’s (The ghost girl) diary entry of the ‘wonderful gentleman’ she admires from her window…

To those who aren’t aware of how this chapter was pushed into existence, here’s a bit from an interview with Takahashi’s editor at the time, Tomofumi Arito:

First up, I like how Nozomi falls for Ataru. Because of Ataru’s flirtatious and womanizing habits, women can easily understand how he is from meeting him. But in Nozomi’s case, since she could’ve only seen Ataru from her window (and here we’re assuming he hasn’t flirted at all from where she can see), all she sees is a young man who’s very energetic and happy, in contrast to her who is sick and unwell. This small part of his personality (even if it is fueled by his lust to chase women, but she doesn’t know that…) has managed to capture her heart. It’s quite difficult to write an everyday woman to fall for someone like Ataru (Lum is not an everyday woman, is she?), so to make the woman who falls for him someone who couldn’t get close to him and only observe him from afar, and only a little bit because of personal restrictions is basically a small but genius writing move from Takahashi’- sensei’s part. Also, Fun fact: Nozomi’s name means ‘Hope’, which is pretty symbolic as well. Moving on…

Now we’ll skip to the part where Nozomi asks Ataru to wear the sweater she knit him (on a very hot day)…

This is one of those times where Ataru’s kinder side shows through, it’s a pretty obvious scenario to understand however it’s a bit deeper than just that… You see back in the three parter storyline ‘O, Rain! Rain and Rain More!’, Ataru had the choice to go on date a very beautiful girl to free her from a curse of a rain spirit. He accepted to do this very kind deed, but his intentions weren’t the purest…

Compare that with this chapter (which takes place around 150 chapters later), You can see that Ataru’s doing a kind deed again, but unlike last time, he has absolutely nothing to gain from it: He goes on a date with a cute ghost girl but he can’t enjoy it because it’s too hot and after the date is successful, she’ll end up resting in peace, so he can’t be lovers with her. Yet, he still goes on this date because he felt sorry for poor Nozomi and he didn’t want to disappoint her. Now that’s what I call ‘👏 Character Development!! 👏’

Now we take a small break from analyzing the Ataru stuff, because there’s something else I love in this chapter which I want to point out… and that is…

…Lum

Okay, so what I love about Lum in this chapter is how the usual jealous girl acts towards the whole situation. When she hears Sakura request Ataru to go on a date, she was pretty mad. But when she sees that he was supposed to go on a date with a ghost so she would rest in peace, she understood the gravity of the situation and that it was to help someone instead of being jealous like usual. She even tried persuading him to wear the sweater when he initially refused..

It really shows how much Lum has grown from her antagonist days (Oh, and if you were wondering she wasn’t jealous in the rain girl chapter as well, which just means character development struck her quite early). This is also one of those things which is only there in the manga, the original anime adaptation has extra scenes of her being jealous and being mad at Ataru for going on the date and making her seem unsympathetic (even though the persuading scene from above was still left intact? Like, what was even the point?) I’m sorry for rambling, this change just pisses me off so much, like even Sakura points out her behavior in the episode… …Now, back to Ataru!

The next thing we’ll talk about is the end of the date and when Nozomi finally rests in peace…

First, I find it so sweet how Ataru’s expression changes as Nozomi fades away, you can really see that she has made an impression on him, and of course the last three panels… Ataru stating that he’ll wear those a bit longer, despite how hot it must’ve been, because he didn’t have the heart to take it off is so damn sweet and cute… and from that we go into the final page of the chapter…

I Love This Page. No, seriously, if I could pick my favorite page from the manga, this is it.

I love how Ataru visits Nozomi’s grave later on, he didn’t have to, yet he still did it anyways. That was very thoughtful of him. Not everyone would go to the grave of someone who they have never seen before in their life till a single date.

I love how Lum calls him ‘kind’, Ataru rarely receives genuine compliments and he very well deserved this one.

I love how Ataru’s reaction to Lum’s words, he doesn’t usually get genuine compliments but he acts like it no big deal and that it’s something anyone will do (There are some people who wouldn’t), compared to his usually selfish demeanor.

I love the way Lum looks at Ataru, a gaze filled with love 💕.

I love how Lum wishes to be a ghost so she could be treated the same way Nozomi was, that just shows how much she wants Ataru to show his love.

I love how Ataru calls her stupid right after that because her being a ghost would mean that he would lose her and that’s the last thing he would want and finally…

I love the bittersweet feeling this page leaves me with. Usually every time a chapter ends with a sweet moment between Ataru and Lum, I feel soft and happy. This is one makes me feels kinda soft because of Ataru’s kindness, kinda sad because Lum wants Ataru to open up his feelings so much that she wished to be a ghost and kinda happy because Ataru calling her stupid reassures her that in the sense he does care for her. No other page really makes me feel like this. It gives me chills. Even Takahashi- Sensei has stated that this page ‘made a tingle run up her spine’ while drawing it, to quote from the continuation of the interview from above as stated by Arito- San:

In conclusion, ‘Last Date’ is my favorite Ataru focused chapter because of how Ataru’s portrayed in it, It’s a chapter, which shows how much he has grown from how he was before. It shows that Ataru can kind and caring to anyone. I also like how this chapter as a whole doesn’t focus on Ataru and Lum’s relationship but rather Ataru’s character instead. I wholeheartedly believe the reason Ataru has changed as a person was because of Lum’s love for him and his caring nature for her has expanded towards others as time went on. It’s exactly how you write a romantic relationship: their main character trait isn’t the other person, instead they both leave a positive impact on each other so the other grows, as in they are strong as individuals, but it’s only because of the other. They are written with that in mind and that’s why I love them 💕. Thanks for taking time to read this analysis and I hope I was able to show you why I love this chapter so much. I hope I managed to do this chapter justice because it’s amazing. Thanks to everyone who voted for the poll I held before, and those who voted for the other options, don’t worry I’ll eventually get to them as well. I also apologize if I’ve overlooked anything or made any mistakes. If you have any doubts or questions about this analysis feel free to send an ask and if you want me to do an analysis about other characters, feel free to send an ask for that as well. You can check out my other analysis on my analysis tag. And finally, likes are appreciated and reblogs are even more appreciated (seriously, please reblog this so more people can see this post, since I spent a lot of time on this!!). Hope you have a great day ahead!! 💕

#shit I forgot write about how much I want the remake to adapt this chapter #but I know I’ll cry like a baby when it’s adapted in the remake #urusei yatsura #うる星やつら #urusei yatsura 2022 #ataru moroboshi #lum #lum the invader #ataru x lum #atalum #my analysis #character analysis #chapter analysis #long post

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star-going-supernova · 2 years ago

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Hi Star, I have a silly question,,,

I've been fixated on Vanessa A. for very long and have constructed this narrative where she's an Afton because she married Michael Afton in their twenties. After he dissapears, she gets a call from him telling her to stay away from Freddy's. She doesn't listen and searches for him anyway, discovering that he used fake names and lied about everything, fueling her obsession with finding him.

Then Glitchtrap finds her and uses her for his own purposes, due to his murder obsessed ego and petty grudge against Michael probably

Vanessa at one point writes a note "flowers for your grave" and orders chocolate despite not eating sweets. This would imply that she was visiting Michael's grave, which just breaks my heart into a million pieces and makes me want to scream into a pillow like a child

William is trying to brainwash her into thinking she's his daughter, which is just sick.

I think Vanessa is determined and broken and she blames herself for Mike's disappearance. She is absolutely my favourite character out of all of FNaF lore and I can say that it's because of my selfish and dillusional attatchment to her LMAO

I struggle to express her story correctly. Do you have any advice as an author?

(you dont need to answer this, i also just wanted to say that your fanfics bring me so much serotonin thank u *holds a thumbs up*)

Aww, thank you, friend! I’m glad you enjoy my stories! And what an interesting premise! I’d be happy to offer some words of wisdom. Keep in mind that everyone’s got different advice to offer and different views on writing, and this is merely mine!

Now, without knowing exactly what you’re struggling with, my advice to you is really allow yourself to explore Vanessa internally. This can really help show her inner struggles and determination and guilt. I sometimes see authors—not just of fics—who rarely go beyond the surface-level parts of a character (not that that's a bad thing!). Let’s quickly define external, surface-level, and internal characterizations:

External: facial expressions, body language, actions, reactions, habits, etc. (these are details that can be observed)

Surface-Level: preferences, obvious thoughts/emotions, intentions, etc. (think of this one like what a standard movie can do: we see the character, maybe we get some flashbacks, and there might be voiceovers for internal thoughts. but everything we see inside the character is deliberately shown to us)

Internal: how their emotions feel rather than what they are (difference between saying “they were sad” and “their throat was tight, a sob getting stuck somewhere behind their sternum. they trembled and closed their stinging eyes. the gathered tears slipped free, tracing slowly down their cheeks, warm, but only for a moment.”), their bias/thoughts/reactions to what’s happening without it being so clear-cut, their unspoken wants/needs, their secrets and memories, etc. (the story is largely told by them, and a lot of the story is colored by the character’s perception/experiences/thoughts/etc.)

These are very closely tied to the point of view you choose, and obviously, if you’re not telling the story in Character A’s POV, you can’t dig into their internals. And not every story needs to be deeply connected to a character. I’m personally a believer in character-driven stories (did a paper on that once, actually, lol) and love love love really getting to flesh out my characters. When you use internal characterizations, you’re telling the story through someone. It’s an excellent way of giving the reader a chance to understand and connect with your character.

Here’s an example of how the deeper into a character you go, the more you can show:

He sharply raised his hand, and she flinched. Her eyes squeezed shut, but she didn’t move away.

There are only external things here, a reaction that a witness could see. We aren’t in her head at all.

He sharply raised his hand. She flinched, already anticipating the sting of a slap. Stupid, she berated herself, shaking in place. Now you’ve really made him angry.

We’re in her head, but it’s all spelled out. Her thoughts are clearly marked rather than a part of the storytelling itself. We’re not truly seeing the world through her eyes.

He sharply raised his hand. With a little stuttered gasp, she flinched. It took everything in her not to throw herself backward, but that would only make him angrier. She shouldn’t have done that; why had she done that? Her thoughts ran on loop, panic choking her. Tense, she waited, the sour taste of fear clawing up her throat.

We are deeply inside this character. We aren’t seeing conscious thoughts; we’re experiencing this moment with her. The story is told through her reaction and reasoning and feelings.

Like I said above, this style is really good for when the emphasis is on the character. Keep in mind, of course, that not everything in the story has to be super descriptive. Sometimes, characters just do stuff or go from point A to point B. Moderation makes it so the times you do highlight the character's inner workings are notable.

If you’re having trouble with something else, such as plot, then this might not be very helpful, whoops. That would be entirely different advice. Regardless, I hope this helps even just a little, friend! Thank you for asking, and I’d be more than willing to ramble about a different part of storytelling if that would help! ;) I did go to college for this, lol.

#i answered a thing #anonymous #rambling about writing #life and times of star

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emetheuhtitle · 2 years ago

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I think I'll be posting more here, since I deleted my IG (reel brain rot + plus it fueled a pretty unhealthy habit of mine), I was always tempted to document my time on discord rp and about my ocs, beyond just my art accounts. Maybe this is the place for it.

So to start, the community I started with was Standoffs, to my knowledge the biggest jojo Rp server, long before it had 100 members let alone its current 1000. This was the weird pipeline r/fanstands -> discord Fan Stands -> Standoffs.

Standoffs was the weird brain child of Moose, a mod who in a wildly unhinged act faked his own kidnapping, made a halo faction irp and was pretty weird and Juniper Pengold, one of the current admins, she's great. A bunch of people that joined never really tried discord rp (myself included) we just had these high concept charachters we loved, and we just, made shit up and trew them at echader. There was a genuine 'Child playing with toys they don't know the lore to' energy.

I had a few fights, my stands at the time were I think Lonly is the Word, Sign of the southern cross, Sabbath bloody Sabbath and there was one stand named after a constolation. Than. I joined the 'clans rp' just a generic faction based role play. What I joined with, was Angry Again, a stand which made a target hear a spacific ticking noise from a choosen location with no way to avoid it. That's all. I'd write

*The ticking noise continues*

and leave it at that. Annoying. Funny. Neat. The user was this, wildy depressed homeless guy called Vain George, his whole thing was he tought of himself as annoying and useless and thus choose to reduce himself to nothing but a part of the background. He was f i n e. He became a part of a duo with a charachter by HeyZell, at the time Cookie, later Dice, her name had some growing pains.

We both joined kinda late and picked the clan with least members, to be honest we were the only active ones for the time. We tried to do some detective work, but honestly we knew way too little about the Rp to ask the right questions... So here's the world.

Modern Day New Orleans.

Crystal Vipers- Nicknamed Sitcom assasins, 'the good guys' they are your usual misfit found family criminals. They had Moses the profoundly gentle and wholesome individual. They had a guy with 2 completlely broken stands becuase these were the wild days with no real approval system ran by Thomas, he's... We're going to talk about him :). Icy and J were in it with pretty standard charachters, note those two they're consistently chill and cool with everyone no matter the time period. Jake was in it too! And it was ran by JRD. He's chill I think?

Weird Mafia... Thing? - What you need to know first is it was ran by Moose, the owner who faked his own kidnapping. And this clan was whole hardely stupid. They had just random over powered bullshit and they, and I'm not kidding avoided the events of the Rp by hiding in an elavator.

House of the rising Sun/Men without hats. These. These were the cool villians, they were silly and insane and there was so much to it. The main villian who was a priest who's village got hit by a meteor and felt spited by god spacificly and went on a crusade using a gambling house and a stupid over powered 3 act stand Bible Black -> Tear of a Godess -> Lateralus. Alot of them were genuinly cool. Except every Scrungo charachter. Scrungo we'll talk about extensively, soon, even.

Bizzare Agency. They were ran by Riux, he's chill, they just never had the members to pop off, until me and Hazel (HeyZell) popped in. It had, 3 time stoping vampires, a way to share stands and some other bullshit we didn't bother with. Also a way to auto upgrade stands I think? Honestly by the end which is the point where we joined everyone had some over powered bullshit as a way to upgrade everyone.

So alot was happening when we joined, alot of moving parts. Next blog I'll go into everything that was happening. It was, alot. I'll sleep now, re read the channel archive and tell you all the stories and legends of old.

#discord roleplay #discord rp #discord #oc

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muiiruii · 3 years ago

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comfort in his little kisses

ryūguji ken x fem! reader

abstract ; soft angst ; comfort ;

ryūguji ken was definitely surprised when he saw you in front of his room, with the manager of the brothel he lives in chiding him for not taking care of you better.

there were many questions he wanted to ask you, but the way you silently held your head down was enough to at least know what you wanted from him—that much he knew from all the bad days he witnessed of you.

“did something happened?” his voice was soft and unnecessarily warm. the kind that made the walls around your heart crumbled with ease because you know he would listen; as if nothing mattered more than stringing those worries out of you.

with his large hand on your back, he pulled into his chest and made sure you get the hug you needed. because why else would you be standing in front of him unannounced?

warmth. the feeling of being in the comfort of his embrace made you realized how tensed and suffocated you felt in your own home. the very home you love and who loves you as well—that’s why it was all the more hurtful.

“i know my condition wasn’t great…and perhaps i was a little more sensitive than usual too,” you broke the silence after having calmed down from the weights of your thoughts that fueled this unexpected visit.

“but they didn’t have to say it like that, you know? i did tried my best. i just—i don’t want to assume and make a wrong decision—i never said i wouldn’t do it. they didn’t have to make it sound like i don’t want to.”

ken nodded along, his hand rubbing on your back as he felt your tears stain the corner of his shirt you were leaning against.

“and you know what’s worst? i can’t even say anything about my feelings because i know they wouldn’t understand. and i can’t even hate them for it.”

you were angry, for you hated more than anything else to be shamed as if you were guilty, yet you know all too well that it’s a habit that runs in your precious family.

he hummed in understanding, even if he doesn’t relate to the entirety of your situation, he knew you were always vulnerable to others emotions. it made it easy for others to hold it against you, as well as your own thoughts.

there were so much he wanted to say, but he knew no matter what words he used, it’ll never truly make you let go of this conflicted feeling that stemmed from years of ignorance in your childhood. and so he did what he knew best.

he would enveloped you in a tight hug for a few seconds before moving his hands to rubbed the remaining tears away from your eyes with his thumb. a smile would grace his lips when he peck the corner of your eyes, to your nose and cheeks, slowly but lovingly; pampering you with tiny kisses you used to always do to cheer him up when he was angry.

it didn’t take long for you to forget about the negative feelings you once held, and now all you could ever think about was the feeling of his tender lips on yours—which he was sure taking his own sweet time.

“someone’s impatient?” he mused at the look you gave him when he peck the corner of your lips, loving the way you glared at his teasing.

“i can’t believe you’re teasing me when i—” he didn’t want to hear the end of it, so he took the opportunity to silence you with what seemed to be the best remedy. “you happy now?” he chuckled, licking the bottom of his lips at your expression.

“no, so do it again,” you leaned closer to his face this time, a silly grin on your lips when he rolled his eyes. “again and again until i feel better.”

“if you can tease me back, you already are feeling better.” he chuckled, his hand messing up your hair a little before planting another sweet kiss to your lips.

“and if you haven’t notice, it’s almost four in the morning. let’s just sleep okay?”

you wanted to protest but what he said next truly took you by surprise. honestly, it made you tear up again, because he reminded you of the words you struggled to tell yourself every time you feel alone with your emotions.

“y/n, it’s okay to cry. you don’t have to always be the bigger person. i’m here, so you don’t need to hold it in all right?”

#draken x reader #draken x you #ken ryuguji #ken x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #draken angst #draken fluff #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo revengers fluff #tokrev angst #tokrev fluff #draken imagine #draken scenarios #draken drabble #tokyo revengers drabbles #tokrev drabbles #tokrev draken

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444tsumu · 4 years ago

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title Not His Type

rating ★ ★ ☆ nsfw content

word count 4,800+

warnings timeskip!mattsun, yes i’m writing that he still practices w the s4, anyways explicit content, matsukawa calls you a bitch, spitting, rough sex, spanking, mattsun fucks you in his car, oral sex (f!reader giving), don't be silly wrap your willy folks

author’s note thanks to @kansroji for forcing me encouraging me to write this self-indulgent mattsun fic, send her her flowers everyone bc this was just muah :*

summary Issei teaches you that the meaning behind the words ‘I hate you’ is a lot different from what you’re used to.

“God, do you ever shut the fuck up?”

“How could someone be such a bitch?”

“I don’t know Mattsun, you tell me.”

There are two things necessary to keep the world spinning on its axis: inertia, and the insatiable hatred between you and Issei Matsukawa.

No one quite knows where it came from. Maybe it was your lack of regard for his permanently disinterested personality, or maybe it was the insufferable habit you had of making a comment every time Matsukawa did as much as make a noise— whatever it was, it was a never ending cycle of pure repugnance.

His tone was light, yet knowing Iwaizumi, you knew it was wavering on a more strict tone you really didn’t want to hear today.

Oikawa watched the interaction between the three of you, eyes narrowing as he did something nobody appreciates from him: he started plotting.

To you and Issei, the nature of your relationship was that there wasn’t one at all. There was nothing but an indescribable hatred that will never go away because you guys just physically can’t stand the other.

To everyone else though? In Hanamaki’s words, “you guys just needed to fuck and get it over with already.” Sexual tension couldn’t fill half of the void the storm you and Mattsun left after every exchanged word. It nearly swallowed the room, the only two not able to see it being yourself and the middle blocker.

With an inquisitive look on his face, Oikawa decided the only way to get rid of this long lasting rivalry being now or never. “My dear Y/L/N, bad news.”

The words brought you back down to Earth, making you bite down a glare at the bored man in front of you and turning towards the setter.

“As much as I’d love to be the one to take you home,” he winks at you, long arm reaching out to lightly press itself against your cheek and you already see where this is going, “I just can’t—”

“Tooru..” Your voice wavered the same way Iwaizumi infamously did.

“Seriously Y/N-Chan, I hate being the bearer of bad news..” The sparkle in his eyes made you clench your jaw to prevent the scream from slipping through your lips. “But I had almost promised Iwa-chan and Makki a ride today.”

You could hear the slick in his voice, and you absolutely hated it. You hated how you knew exactly what was being planned. You knew in Oikawa’s stupid little head, he was formulating a stupid little plan thinking things would work out in his own stupid little way.

“I’m not getting into that fucking asshole’s car—”

“Oikawa I will purposely crash if she as much as steps foot in my car—”

“Get your fucking feet off my dashboard.” You hear his voice growl, long fingers reaching in front of him to press the Start-Stop button on his car and get the engine running.

You didn’t mean to press a sock-covered foot onto it, it’s just that you needed to adjust the anklet resting against your skin. You hadn’t caught when his eyes glanced over at the diamonds either, remaining for a second too long to be appropriate and quickly force it’s way in front of him.

With a slightly exaggerated roll of your eyes, you threw your head against the headrest and stared through the window to your side. You were wishing there was an awkward silence to torture Matsukawa’s ears, but instead, his phone automatically connected to its Bluetooth and began to play a song you surprisingly recognized.

He drove faster than you were sure he was supposed to. As soon as you blinked, he had already backed out of Seijoh’s parking lot and sped through the secluded roads and towards the city you inhabited.

Unwillingly, of course, you managed to steal a few glances at the brown-haired man next to you. His face was (surprise) as uninterested as ever, eyebrows resting dully above his hooded lids and lips turned just slightly down enough to look like a frown. Every now and then, his lips would go along with the song and his tongue would swipe across his bottom lip and into the corner of his cheek.

Matsukawa wasn’t an ugly guy. There wasn’t enough hatred in your soul to even try to lie against the idea. He was extremely tall, extremely fit, had a nice smile, and his voice matched his looks. If he wasn’t such a stuck up, emotionless asshole, he’d probably be one of the hottest guys you’ve ever seen. If and probably, of course.

“Gotta staring problem?” He muttered, head bobbing to the song in the background and that in itself just brought your cholesterol an unhealthy amount higher.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“I see you have a lack of vocabulary too..” The banter between the two of you went back and forth, an awkward silence retching the car’s air after he sadly had the last word.

“I can’t believe there was a time you weren’t such a nuisance.” You nearly mouthed, words quiet enough to get lost within the lyrics of Kanye West, yet loud enough to get into Mattsun’s earshot and cause the car to abruptly park on the side of the nearly secluded road ahead of you.

“Hey, what the fu—”

“What’s your problem with me?” Matsukawa’s words haunted the air, and if you weren’t already awaiting his words, you might have actually been scared of the harshness in his tone.

“Me?” You questioned, using a hand to dramatically smack against your chest and glare at him in disbelief. “What’s your problem with me?”

He didn’t respond, only staring at you blankly and gripping on the steering wheel with enough aggression to taint the knuckles of his large hands white.

“Stop acting like a toddler,” the annoyance looked weird on him, and his usual nonchalant attitude disappeared with a mask of pure frustration that you’d be lying about if you said was ugly on him, “just tell me what the issue is so we can both stop whatever the fuck it is we have going on.”

“We,” you pointed between the two of you, “do not have anything going on, for your information.” You stubbornly crossed your arms across your chest, staring at him blankly and watching his large hand run across his face.

“You wouldn’t even be my type, you know damn well that isn’t what—”

Every word after the first half of the sentence drowned out as you continued to repeat it in your head. You wouldn’t even be my type. You wouldn’t even be my type. You wouldn’t even be my type…

“Earth to Y/N.” Mattsun snapped, glaring over at you and leaning his body back lazily against his driver’s seat. It was slightly reclined back, the comfortability of his position insinuating he didn’t plan on leaving until this conversation got somewhere.

“What do you mean I wouldn’t be your type?”

The words came out faster than you could acknowledge them. You didn’t regret speaking them, but you knew that they only worsened your situation. He would use this as if it was fuel to his never-ending out of fire of an ego and you hated it. The cold air in the car suddenly became more noticeable, goosebumps raising onto your exposed skin and making you feel as if all your senses were being ambushed.

“Well, well, well…” He begins to tease as if he was never angry, his large arms resting behind his head and that stupid smirk back onto his pink lips, “you feel some type of way about what I said?” His voice echoed into your ears as you did nothing but watch him in disbelief.

“You never stood a chance with me anyways.” You bit back at him.

Something in the air changed, but neither of you decided to acknowledge it. It was dark, the light from the dashboard doing nothing but illuminating your features and making Issei smirk to himself in the lack of lighting.

“How so?” He was antagonizing you, itching for you to continue to play his little game back with him because he had a plan. You could see it from the way he lazily blinked over at you, smirk still against his glowing face with nothing but arrogance and faux oblivion.

“You wouldn’t be able to handle me if you tried.”

Those words changed the aura within the car all in itself. You knew the double entendres of a statement could go any way with him. Deep down, you both knew exactly what you meant. Your words remained solid though, eyes staring at him like a fox refusing to glance away from his brown irises.

“Wanna try me?”

You were playing a dangerous game, you knew that. Something about you didn’t care though. There were many ways this conversation could’ve went, but you wouldn’t expect it to go in this direction.

The air in the room was thick, Issei’s brown irises watching you nothing short of predator like. No one spoke after those three words, and faintly, the change in mood also affected the change in genre of music as R&B began to slowly play through his speakers. You wanted to scoff.

His large ring covered hand suddenly inched towards your chin, gripping your jaw and forcing your eyesight on his own face. You weren’t one to blush, but the roughness to his calloused fingers brought a small tinge between your slightly exposed thighs.

“You gonna get in the back or I gotta force you back there?” His words commanded you, the strictness laced within the confines of his voice leaving you no option to do as he told.

Doing what Matsukawa said as if you were following his orders was something foreign to you. The temptation of doing as you pleased crossed the back of your mind, but the curiosity of seeing what he had in store filled you with much more satisfaction.

Without a word and instead settling for a simple eye roll, you kicked your shoes off and found your way between the two front seats and into the cold leather seats of the back of his car. It was cramped, surprisingly cleaner than you'd imagine, and smelt of nothing but Issei.

You would have enjoyed it if the circumstances were different.

Your body sat with your feet resting behind you, leaving a space open for him. The sound of his car door opening and shutting was the cause of the goosebumps rising against your skin.

Subconsciously, you knew were supposed to hate him. You were supposed to despise him for always being such an asshole to you, and you were never supposed to forgive him for anything he’s ever said to you out of his stupid smirking mouth.

You weren't supposed to be hopping into the backseat of his car after challenging him into sleeping with you. You weren’t supposed to be enjoying the feeling of his presence as it finally found its way next to you, the dark tints of his windows hiding his expression but not doing a good job at hiding the bulge hiding in the confinements of his sweatpants.

Your eyes glanced over his, quickly switching between the tent and his irises with an innocent smile on your face. “You gonna take those off or am I gonna have to force them off you?’

Mattsun had never laughed at anything you’d ever said. At least, never to your face. For the first time though, a soft chuckle left his lips as he hunched his body over and rolled his sweats down. You’d be lying if you said you never wanted to provoke that sound out of him again.

He wore Supreme black briefs, a smirk on his lips as he watched your eyes trail over to the excessively large print. His dick was long, curving deliciously to the left and making you fear for your own safety. The thought of that nearly made you drool.

Mattsun made a show of pulling his briefs down, his erection springing to life and showing you that he wasn't even fully hard yet. Maybe you would’ve felt some type of way about not arousing him as much as he was you, and you could thank the pool inside your panties for that, but something about it brought a glimmer to your eye Issei couldn’t ignore.

“Eager to suck my dick, huh?” His words ring against your ears, and you do nothing but give him a glare while getting on all fours across the backseat.

His long torso leaned against the car door, eyes boring onto your frame with a blank expression that drove you insane. You knew this was all an act, he had to have been pretending just to get a rise out of you. There was no way you could’ve missed the way his dick twitched when you got up to take your shorts off.

Your frame was left in a white t-shirt and a seamless green pair of panties known for their cheekster style. He would’ve told you that you looked absolutely delectable, but he'd never let you sit within that satisfaction.

You lowered yourself on all fours once again, holding your hair back with one hand and lowering yourself down between his long limbs. Your eyes just couldn't look away, the large veins running up and down his perfect looking length in a way that made you embarrassingly ready to shove it down your throat already.

And without another word, you opened your lips and allowed a trail of saliva to sliver down the underside of his dick. His thighs tensed up, but as you watched him through your lashes while lowering your lips onto his tip, his bored and expressionless face remained the same.

He couldn't take his eyes off the sight in front of him, as much as he'd hate to admit it. Your ass was up in the air, back arched in a way that nearly made him release a groan as your pretty little mouth left sloppy kisses along his throbbing tip. You used a free hand to run down his cock slowly, hands landing underneath his thick balls and holding them alongside the bottom half of his dick.

He tried to hold the hiss you took out of him, but you used that as an excuse to make him suffer even more. Almost as if it were a competition, you sucked your cheeks in while taking the rest him that fit into your mouth agonizingly slow.

Matsukawa was too big, not that you were complaining. You didn’t have much of a gag reflex, but his size goes beyond that. So in order to accommodate to the situation at hand, you lolled your tongue out across your bottom lip and easily slipped a bit more than half of him down your throat until he felt his tip tickle the back of it.

“Holy fuck..” He breathed out, words stopping as he bit his lip and tilted his head to get a better look at you.

Your eyes began to water, but you ignored the sensation to take a deep breath as you began to massage his balls and lower half with your saliva covered hands. You began to move your mouth in the opposite direction of your hands, touching just enough of his balls with your tongue to get him to grip a chunk of your hair from within your own hand.

“Fuck, just like that.” You never took your eyes off him, and Matsukawa found it even harder to control himself with the way you took so much of him with so much ease.

You hollowed your cheeks as you slipped his now fully-hard dick out your mouth. Trails of saliva followed, the explicit view of your teary eyes and sloppy lips making him groan within his throat.

“Fuck my throat.”

The words were harsh, your expression being just as blank as his once was, and Issei realized he wasn’t really the one in control here. Not if all it took was for you to tell him what to do and he was scrambling to do it like second nature.

His lips revealed that lazy smirk you wanted to fuck off his face, the large hand gripping your hair nearly shoving his dick back into your fresh, wet mouth. “Don’t mind if I do, princess.”

The nickname he called you didn't even have time to register in your mind, the sensation of Matsukawa forcing your head up and down his dick as much as he could being the only thing on your brain. You couldn't help the tears from slipping down your cheeks, eyes opening once again to hazily look over to the ones burning a hole into your face.

Matsukawa couldn’t find it in himself to look away from you. He wasn't sure if it was the tears, or the way you allowed him to fuck your throat so easily, or the drool leaking down into the balls you fondled at the same time, or even the way the hand once gripping your own hair found its way between your legs as he watched you play with yourself, but Issei decided this image was going to ruin everyone else for him.

He already decided he couldn't get enough of you. The sound of your gags filled with car in a nearly pornographic way, yet not once did you ask him to stop and he took note of that.

“Fuck,” he broke out, eyes struggling to watch yours as his lips parted open, “you’re gonna make me cum,” his words were interrupted by a load groan. Your tongue found its way back onto his balls as his tip rammed into the back of your throat and Issei felt his toes curl. “Fuck, fuck, fuck..”

Right on time, you went against his strong grip and popped his dick out of your mouth with saliva drooling down in a way that looked so forbidden, Issei was sure he would’ve came at that sight alone.

“That was...”

“Not your type?” You bit at him, a mocking smile on your lips as you bit your lip and found your way onto the comfort of his lap.

It was weird, the way you felt like you fit perfectly within his frame as if it was a piece of a puzzle. Matsukawa would agree if he could, hands nearly instinctively finding its way onto the globed of your ass and pulling the fabric of your panties over and over again.

“Never in a million years.”

His smirk haunted you, lidded eyes staring at you once again and you realize Issei Matsukawa is a really hard guy to get a reaction out of. So taking the challenge yet again, you stared at him just as emotionless. Your fingers lifted the patch stuck to your folds, and the trail of wetness that dripped over onto both you and his own thighs was nearly sinful to the sore eyes.

It was hard to imagine taking a dick you were sure you could see in your stomach with such an expression, and you wouldn’t wish that suffering on your worst enemy. You couldn’t believe how much just half of him stretched your insides out, your walls sucking him in and barely being able to hold it in together.

“Don't worry, take your time.” Matsukawa’s tone was beyond condescending, the taunt behind his words bringing an anger within you enough to cloud your mind of all common sense. It was unexpected, the way your body just shoved the rest of him inside of your tight, pulsating hole and rested all your body weight on top of him.

“Fuck!” Both of you yelped out, your hands clawing at his chest while his gripped your ass cheeks apart in nothing but a burning sensation.

He filled you up to the brim, the sureness of him hitting your cervix causing your eyes to flutter at the feeling. You bit your lip, adjusting your body to where your feet were on either side of him on the backseat and your body was more able to move.

His eyes widened in surprise at your actions, the sound of both of your pants alongside the music that was long forgotten struggling to keep you attentive. Without warning, you lifted your body up and slammed back down onto him. The action brought a pretty little gasp out your lips, mouth parted and eyes clenched at just how fucking amazing the curve and thickness of his cock was.

“C’mon baby,” he whispered into your ears, hands reaching over to intertwine themselves with your own so you got better balance, “fuck me like you mean it.”

“You’re such an asshole.” You breathed out, beginning to bounce your body up and down his dick perfect enough to hear the squelching sounds of your wetness after every impact. Issei groaned, eyes glued to the sight of where your pussy swallowed him whole and spit him back out over and over again.

“Mm, what else baby?”

Issei’s bored resolve started to crack, groans slipping through his lips in a way that made you tighten up against him even more if it were possible. Your hands gripped his intertwined ones, bouncing up and down faster than you could probably handle. The sensation of his dick hitting your cervix over and over causing you to arch your back closer into his body as you bounced.

The sound of your body slamming into his began to quicken, the strength of your legs giving up as you realized his started to fuck you back from the bottom and drill his length into you.

“Fuck, Issei…” You moaned out embarrassingly loud, Mattsun’s eyes watching you with curiosity in his irises from the way he wanted to figure out how to get you to moan out like that again.

“Don’t be shy now,” he teased, the strain in his voice telling you that even if he was torturing you with the pounding of his dick, he was enjoying it just as much as you, “where’d all that mouth go, pretty?”

You felt yourself clench at the nickname, head leaning back and leaving your neck open for him to lick a trail over towards your jaw and softly bite the plush skin. The windows began to fog up, the sensation of your poor pussy taking him in and out and quick pace causing the car to jump up and down with each stroke.

“F-fuck,” you stuttered out, nearly crying out when his hands found it’s way towards under your ass to support you as he drilled all of this thickness into your throbbing pussy.

The familiar knot began to grow within your stomach, and your hand found it’s way between his messy locks only to grab it and tilt his head roughly back against the window. A surprised groan left his lips, eyes staring up at you widely with a smirk endured from straight pleasure shot up his lips.

“You gonna cum all on daddy’s dick?”

Usually the words would have made you cringe, and you wanted to bite a snarky remark at him for the name. Yet something in you grew feral at the sentence, beginning to rub your clit against him each time you harshly dropped down as you roughened your grip on his hair.

“Fuck yes, daddy, make me cum,” your words tickled his ears, the moans at the end of each word bringing Matsukawa into a state of euphoria. He could hear you say that to him for the rest of his life, if he could.

“Come on baby,” he groaned out harshly, smacking your ass enough to leave a sting that made you cry out into his neck, “give it to me!”

His words echoed in your ears, your loud cries like music to his ears as he watched you fuck him back just as rough as he was being with you. Your hand pulled his head back once again, his scalp hitting the window harshly but he didn’t care once your lips came crashing onto his.

It was nothing but teeth and tongue, sucking on each other’s muscles and making out as if nothing in this world could ever be right again without it. His hands gripped your ass once again, spreading them harshly apart and spanking them with as much toughness that went into spiking a volleyball.

You screamed into his mouth, words being unable to come out as he began to drill into you even rougher and faster than you knew was possible. Your legs had long given out at this point, simply being tossed up and down like a rag doll by Issei’s strong arms and cocky attitude. You were in heaven, even if you’d never admit it.

“I— I hate you,” you fought to yelp out, pussy beginning to squeeze at the feeling you knew all too well as you stared into his eyes and made him look at you as if he was seeing God, “but you fuck me— fuck, you fuck me so good..”

Your words became faint whispers, stars beginning to formulate instead of his once brown irises and bring you into a state of euphoria.

“Daddy I’m gonna—” The words were stolen from your lips as Matsukawa slammed your lips against his own and gripped your back close to his chest.

“Cum baby,” he groaned into your lips, your own sounds preventing you from being able to kiss him back as your covered tits bounced into the confinement of his chest, “cum on daddy’s big dick.”

The words brought a vibration within you, a mantra of the words daddy and please slipping as you felt the euphoria take over your body and leave you with nearly nothing inside you. Issei could practically feel you cum, his own resolve giving out as his shot his thick cum into your throbbing pussy and bringing another scream from between your swollen lips.

“Take it, good girl— fuck yes..” Words slipped from his mouth without his own permission, the sensation of your pussy holding him within you as if it never wanted to let him go and he really wouldn’t mind.

Nothing but your struggles to catch your own breath filled the car, his own haunting the ghost of your ear as you laid out across his chest with saliva threatening to slip from your lips and cum leaking down both of your thighs. It was absolutely disgusting if you really thought about it, but the idea of knowing you had just slutted each other out so sinfully brought your toes to curl one last time.

No one said a word, and as much as you wanted to comment on how he was still gripping your chest against his own, you decided to go against it and try to find reality from the solitude of his wide chest. You could hear Brent Faiyaz on the radio, the view of just how foggy the windows were making you giggle to yourself.

“What’s funny?” The rumble of the words against his chest caused your pussy to throb once again, and you had almost forgotten he was still lodged inside of you with a load of cum threatening to spill out.

“Nothing.” Your voice was gone, and as embarrassing as it was, Issei mentally found himself obsessing over how raspy it got.

The silence was calm, yet the awkward conversation of what next lingered within the air between the two of you. You knew it was going to come soon, and you weren’t really sure of what could possibly happen afterwards. There was no going back from this, Issei Matsukawa had fucked you so good, you never wanted to fuck anyone else again.

The first to break it was Mattsun, which took you by surprise. His large hands found their way towards you cheek, caressing your head as his pushed you back far enough to face him with fucked out eyes and swollen lips and Issei convinces himself you’re one of the seven wonders of the world.

“We should do that again sometime.” He suggests, bored eyes staring into yours as you noticed the small smile lifting amongst the corner of his lips. You wanted to smile back, but the idea of having some more fun with him seemed quite better.

“Eh,” you replied, lifting your weakened body back into his straddling state and biting your lips as you placed both hands across his broad chest. You notice the way his cock twitches hungrily within you, and you realize you were gonna enjoy this a bit too much.

He’s seeing stars, thinking the hottest thing he’s ever seen is a fucked out you staring at him this way and you realize you’ve finally won. You stare at him, bored eyes and a lazy smirk on your lips mimicking the face he spent all his life mastering.

“You’re not really my type.”

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wonderlandleighleigh · 2 years ago

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I know it’s been a while, but if you’re still interested in it. Can you write a continuation of the one where Midge comes back from her very long tour, and Lenny is in charge of her zippers?

She pulls him into their bedroom and closes the door behind them before tugging him into a deep, thorough kiss that Lenny instantly gets lost in, a soft moan escaping his throat as his arms wrap around her possessively.

"God I missed you," she whispers, her eyes still closed.

"Can we put a moratorium on tours for a while?" he mutters, pressing soft kisses down her jaw to her neck.

"Good plan," Midge agrees as her fingers stroke through his hair. "I like this plan. Plan starts right now." She kisses him again, tugging at his tie a little.

Lenny chuckles softly, pulling away. "Your whole family is here."

Midge pouts. "I haven't seen you naked in so long."

"I promise you," he says softly. "That when everybody leaves, and the kids go to bed, I will lose all my clothing."

She laughs softly and kisses him again, tenderly, languidly. "I love you. How are things? How are you?"

"Better now that you're back," he tells her, his hands stroking her sides. "How was the tour?"

Midge pauses for a long moment. "Honestly? I got homesick four days in." She grins sheepishly. "I never thought of myself as a homebody, but I couldn't stop thinking about how Ethan is doing in school, and how Esther is doing with her violin lessons, and if I missed any Lily milestones, and if Kitty needs new shoes."

Lenny nods, drinking her in.

"And I missed you so much," she goes on. "I don't like sleeping without you. It's too hard to go to sleep without you wrapped around me like a kudzu."

"A kudzu, huh?" he chuckles softly.

"A very attractive, very funny, very sexy kudzu," she tells him, leaning in for another kiss before pulling away to get changed. "I missed our room and our apartment, and I missed our date nights, and our family nights, and just...us. I missed all of it."

Lenny watches her, leaning against the wall. "So did I. I just wondered..."

"What?" she asks as she changes out of the travel clothes into a nice dress for dinner.

"If maybe you enjoyed touring more than..."

Midge whirls around, facing him, looking concerned. "Lenny..."

"I bring a lot of stress to things with the arrests and the drug habit I try to make sure stays kicked. You got a break from all that."

"And four days in I was dreaming about waking up with you next to me, asking me if I wanted coffee," she tells him.

"Silly of fictitious me, you always want coffee," he half-jokes.

She wraps her arms around his neck, gazing into his eyes. "And I always want you. And our life. It's why I married you. Because I love you, and I don't get sick of you."

Lenny gazes into her eyes and nods, resting his forehead against hers. "I love you, too. You ready to go face the crowd?"

"No," she admits, smirking. "I would much rather strip you down and have my very naughty way with you right now."

"The night will go fast," he promises.

"And then your clothes will magically disappear."

"And I will do anything you want," he tells hers.

"Oh, choices," Midge smirks, kissing him one more time. "Okay. Let's go have some dinner. You're gonna need fuel."

Lenny laughs and follows her out.

#fic #au #tmmm #Midge/Lenny #Midge x Lenny

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miraculouscontent · 3 years ago

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I just want to state the fact that wey may be ignoring a crucial reason from the response of Ladybug on that interviene, and that is that she probably is answering so ambiguously for the sole reason of NOT give more material to the "shipping /Hero Lovers" than the media hace being coming for allá this time, she is probably only trying to don't fuel the shipping and reduce the rumores and her own stress...

That and trying to give credit to her useless si calles "partner", because lets be honest, he can be replaced whit ANYOTHER Hero, specially Purple Tigress (the hace basically the dame habilita, with Tigress being more centered, so...) My preference will allways be Viperion butr yeah, ANYOTHER Hero is better than Adrichat

And while we get pass through all the salt around this episode, here we are, waiting for your way better version of the episode like allways since You statted to give us the fix-it dices (keep spoiling us, we love you ❤️💙 )

Aww, thank you!

You make a good point. Ladybug could very well just be trying not to give anymore shipping fuel after "Glaciator 2." Adrien taking so much offense to a simple interview where they have to uphold a certain image is a little silly, especially because you'd think he'd have experience with that sort of thing due to being a sort of celebrity himself.

Chat already has a habit of picking and choosing he wants from Ladybug, so I guess that's what it is; he's already so convinced that she """won't need him anymore""" and now he's just deciding what her words mean.

#category: salt #episode: Kuro Neko #other: ask and answer #other: ml spoilers

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adapembroke · 3 years ago

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The Best Self-Care Routine For Your Moon Sign

If you’ve ever read an article about self-care and felt like it was adventures in missing the point for you, you’re not alone. Just like one-size-fits-all clothes are a myth, one-size-fits-all self-care routines aren’t going to work for everyone.

In astrology, the moon describes the things you need to be happy. It is your personal recipe for comfort and well-being.

In this article, I talk about what a daily routine of self-care looks like for each of the astrological signs.

Moon in Aries

Aries is a stress magnet. With the moon in Aries, it’s essential for you to build activities into your routine that help burn off stress.

In the morning… Start your day with a quick yoga routine or an adaptogen-filled smoothie.

At work… It’s easy for you to fall into a bad posture or unconsciously clench your muscles when you’re stressed out at work. Make sure to take a few minutes throughout the day to stretch and move your body—especially if your job requires you to sit for long periods of time.

At lunch… Fuel up on food that will give you energy, and take a few minutes to do deep breathing exercises. If you have a hard time sitting still long enough to meditate, try taking a walk or doing a simple mindfulness practice.

After work… It’s important to communicate to your body when stress is over. If you find your work or your commute stressful, do something that marks the transition from work-time to home-time like changing your clothes or taking a shower.

On your days off… Look for adventures. You weren’t made to be bored, and there’s a big, wide world out there to explore.

Moon in Taurus

Earthy Taurus moons feel best when you are in your body, and it feels good. You weren’t born on this earth to be a stress-ball, and the more you lean into that, the happier you’ll be.

In the morning… Try to give yourself plenty of time to get through your morning routine. Taurus is a slow sign naturally, and you thrive on calm. Having a few minutes before you begin your day to drink your coffee before you have to start anything important will do a lot for your mood.

At work… Resist the temptation to give into productivity culture. You work best when you’re able to work at your own pace, even if that’s slow and steady. The time other people spend healing from burnout is time you can use to catch up.

At lunch… If there’s anything about your job that is physically uncomfortable, spend a few minutes getting away from that thing, if you can. Otherwise, eat something delicious and take a walk outside when the weather is nice.

After work… Take care of your body. Taurus is the most embodied sign in the zodiac, and it’s important for you to make time in your routine to feel good every day, even if it’s as simple as switching to the comfy shoes instead of the ones that pinch.

On your days off… Spend as much time as you can outside in nature. Taurus gets a lot from connecting with animals, so spend some time at the park watching people walk by with their dogs.

Moon in Gemini

Gemini is the sign of the conversationalist. Gemini moons are happiest when you feel like you are thinking quickly and on top of your game.

In the morning… Take a deep breath. You might be tempted to do All The things, but you don’t have to jump into everything right away. All you have to do right now is breathe.

At work… You might do your best work by going along with the task that is most immediate or urgent, but it’s important to remember that your priorities are important, too. Make a list of a few things you think are important to finish every day and do your best to make sure they don’t get lost.

At lunch… Talking with people is a very important emotional need for you. If you have a job that doesn’t allow you to talk to people while you’re working, reach out to a friend or grab a colleague for coffee.

After work… If you have a job that bores you, now is the time to stimulate your mind. Talk to people you find interesting or geek out about the thing you’re obsessed with at the moment.

On your days off… Socialize, socialize, socialize.

Moon in Cancer

Cancer is the sign of the nurturer, which means that it is extra important for you to take care of yourself. There’s a lot of pressure (especially on people of certain genders) to put everyone else’s priorities first, but you will do a better job taking care of others when you’re well taken care of first.

In the morning… Feed yourself. Literally. It sends a message to your body that you’re taking care of yourself.

At work… Honor your emotions, whatever they are. If it isn’t appropriate to express your feelings in front of your colleagues, there’s a reason the bathroom door has a lock on it.

At lunch… Find quiet if you can. If you can’t, a good pair of noise cancelling headphones works wonders.

After work… Reconnect with your feelings before you jump into anything. If your job is particularly stressful, be careful about making plans on work nights, or make sure you can back out of them. Sometimes self-care isn’t compatible with dinner parties.

On your days off… Schedule yourself some free-time alone. Ask yourself: If I was my best parent, what would I do with this time? Then do that thing.

Moon in Leo

Leo is the sign of the entertainer and the child. You have an emotional need to be seen, and you need to feel like you are making the people around you happy. When you are alone, creative self-expression feeds your soul.

In the morning… Put on something that feels like You. Other signs can get away with wearing the same gray dress slacks 6 days a week. (I’m looking at you, Capricorn.) You don’t have that luxury. A spontaneous smile when you look in the mirror is a must.

At work… You need to be in a job where your work is appreciated. If the people around you don’t get what you’re about, lunch breaks are for job hunting.

At lunch… Do something playful. Adult coloring books were made for Leo moons.

After work… If you’ve got social energy to burn, use it, baby!

On your days off… The best audience is a grateful audience. Take a few hours to volunteer for a cause you believe in.

Moon in Virgo

Virgo is famous for being a detail-oriented perfectionist. As a Virgo moon, you have an emotional need to feel like you have all your ducks in a row. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

In the morning… Get straight on your priorities. List making was made for Virgo moon mornings.

At work… Find yourself being especially critical of yourself (or someone else)? Make it a practice to notice three things you (or they) do right every day. You can do it. Honestly.

At lunch… Check in with yourself: How is that to-do list coming? If you’re feeling antsy because things aren’t getting done, reassess your plans and make peace with changes or set some boundaries on your afternoon.

After work… Make yourself a healthy dinner and get some exercise. …That isn’t the kind of indulgent self-care advice you usually get, but it will make you feel better.

On your days off… Connect with a craft. Anything that you really enjoy doing and can work on perfecting is good for the soul.

Moon in Libra

Libra is the sign of the scales, which means that feeling like you have balance and calm in your life is important for your emotional health.

In the morning… Get into your body and literally find your balance. Spending a minute in a one-legged yoga pose will tell your brain that it’s time to wake up and find your footing.

At work… People are going to look to you to be the peace maker. You can embrace this, or you can fight it, but your ability to see all sides of an issue is valuable. Allow yourself to shine.

At lunch… Look at your face in the mirror. If your best friend had that expression on their face, what advice would you give them? Go do that.

After work… Tend to your relationships. A healthy relationship is a happy Libra moon.

On your days off… Seek serenity, chase beauty, live poetically.

Moon in Scorpio

Scorpio is the sign of the psychologist and the sorcerer. No one feels their darkest emotions as strongly as a Scorpio moon. Tending to hard emotions is essential for your emotional health.

In the morning… Watch out for getting in the habit of waking up depressed, anxious, or angry. If you find that you’re in the same bad mood every morning, it doesn’t have to be that way. Change up your routine, and, if that doesn’t work, talk to your doctor.

At work… It can feel sometimes like you are a researcher behind a one-way mirror. You can see everyone else, but everyone else can’t see you. You can use this to your advantage. It can also make you invisible at times when people should be seeing the good work you’re doing. Make sure you’re using your super power intentionally.

At lunch… If your job denies you solitude, take it back during your breaks. Having times to sort through your feelings during the day is vital for Scorpio moons.

After work… Music is your best friend. If you have a commute, listening to music that resonates with your feelings (or, better, takes you to a better emotional place) will give you a much better evening.

On your days off… Connect with people who love your intensity. The cool kids are supposed to be easy-going, but there are people who value deep honesty. Treasure them when you find them.

Moon in Sagittarius

Sagittarius is the sign of the wanderer, the philosopher, and the student, and no sign understands that life is a journey better than Sagittarius moons. You have an emotional need to feel like life has meaning. Don’t let the cynical world out there put out your fire.

In the morning… If you don’t know the reason you got up this morning, figuring it out is the first thing on your to-do list.

At work… No matter what your job is, find some time to do something you’ve never done before, even if it’s finding out where they keep the big boxes of ketchup packets. Learning something new every day is key to your happiness.

At lunch… Do something that makes you happy. Taking a break to look at silly kitten pictures is a thing.

After work… Break up your routine and try something new. That new Ethiopian restaurant down the street really is calling your name.

On your days off… Explore, explore, explore.

Moon in Capricorn

Some of the other signs might not realize that you weren’t born wearing a business suit, but we know you have a big heart, Capricorn moon.

In the morning… The person who invented goal setting was probably a Capricorn moon. Feeling like you have a clear idea of the mountain you have to climb today is important to you.

At work… You don’t need advice. You’re a Capricorn.

At lunch… Be intentional about eating at your desk. Is it really helping, or does it just feel like it’s helping?

After work… Exists. If you let it.

On your days off… Take them.

Moon in Aquarius

Aquarius is the sign of the genius and the rebel. Aquarius moons have an emotional need to go against the crowd and do their own thing.

In the morning… If you can, try to wake up without an alarm. The feeling of starting the day on your terms will do a lot for your emotional state.

At work… Check your relationship with authority. If you are in a position where you need to take orders from someone you don’t respect, don’t underestimate the toll that will take on your emotional health, and account for that in your self-care practices.

At lunch… Think about the future. It’s something you probably enjoy doing anyway, and if you don’t like your current circumstances some healthy day-dreaming will help you make changes.

After work… Get back into your body. Aquarius’s favorite coping mechanism is dissociation, and it’s important to remember to stop when the need is gone.

On your days off… Do your own thing.

Moon in Pisces

Pisces is the sign of the mystic, the poet, and the open ocean. It is essential for Pisces moons to have free time to explore the mysteries of consciousness and Just Be.

In the morning… Start your day with meditation, even if it’s a few minutes staring out the window on the bus.

At work… Pisces has the ability to masquerade as other signs when necessary, but it’s important to remember who you are. When you’re starting to feel ungrounded lean into the place in your body that feels like the core of your being. Meditate on it for a minute. You’ll know what I’m talking about.

At lunch… Space out. If you don’t do it now, you’ll do it this afternoon. (You might do it this afternoon, anyway.)

After work… Have you meditated yet today?

On your days off… Sensory deprivation tanks were made for Pisces moons.

What about you? What’s your moon sign, and what are you doing to take care of yourself today?

If you’ve read this far, you’re pretty cool, I’d love for you to connect with me on Instagram and tell me about your plans.

#moon

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