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How the npc's helped me irl - Style Savvy : Styling Star! (bonus post)

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Alright, so right off the bat, This is going to get a little personal, And because of that, this is not 'Style Savvy : Styling Star Post #2', That will come later, so feel free to skip this, or just check out the pics

I believe I've mentioned a few times in the past, how much I enjoy the fun and quirky NPCs in the style savvy series, In most fashion games, customers are just basically 'orders' to fill, No personality, no drive, and once you help them they're gone forever But in style savvy these are portrayed as individual characters.

While I'm not going to argue that these characters are super realistic, or even all that fleshed out, the fact that they put effort into making them all distinct, often with reasons for 'why' they're coming from the shop, This made it feel like offering a suggestion for a friend, rather than just blindly generating outfits. And seeing them again was always fun, even if I did not remember what they were up to last time.

And with each new entry, the community aspect grew! And with the 3rd entry (Fashion Forward) character profiles were more fleshed out, with their jobs and hobbies. You could also explore your town to meet new customers and chat with old, and some would even invite you to events outside of town, wearing the outfit you made! And I don't think I ever fully appreciated just how much this adds to the experience.

I already talked about this a bit in my Fashion Forward recap, The game's environment felt like a 'safe' play for me to experiment with fashion, without having to worry about my choices effecting others, or being judged for it. It may sound like a bit of a silly concept for some, And I've already discussed the idea of how I though others could perceive a guy being into fashion games. (creepy/controlling) And how playing around in a closed-off environment, let me experience a version of fashion were actively helping people But I don't really think I touched as much on a different idea I was struggling with at the time, Mainly some of the other 'more negative' aspects related to fashion, that I could be (unintentionally) contributing too.

I don't really know how much detail I want to get into, As I'm sure it's a sensitive subject for some, And I don't think Style Savvy is doing anything wrong. But growing up around family members with strong opinions on how women have been portrayed in art and various media. I have become painfully aware that some people are (rightfully so) disappointed when they see only one body type presented, when makeup and fancy clothing as described as a required way to make someone 'beautiful', and people often remark that some people are "more attractive than others". And while I do agree that there are a ton of problems, and I can see how these things could put unrealistic expectations on women, I think the way these ideas were presented to me was a bit unhealthy. Even to this day, (at 30+yrs old) I've literally never complimented anyone's appearance or attire, out of fear, that that would infer that I care more about how they look, than about them as a person. I would never try to claim that I'm the real victim here, or anything, but the way they presented it was less of a "The world needs to change", idea and more of "Being attracted to women in any way is objectification" kinda deal. And now I'm starting to learn that maybe that's not really helpful either.

And this caused a conflict when I first started with Fashion games, I was never really taught how to handle feeling on other's appearance, Just given tons of examples of how others have done it wrong, And since I did not know anyone with any interest in fashion, the only reasoning I was ever given for why some people dress different was "Oh they just want attention!", or "They feel they have to dress that way because that's what men expect", The idea of clothing as a form of self-expressions was not even a possibility. And that's one of the reasons I felt so guilty about messing around with fashion in games. I'd be perpetuating a 'bad situation' and objectification.

And ofcourse now I know that's, not exactly how things work, But back then I only really felt okay with starting Style Savvy, as I thought of it as a *"loophole"*, I'd just be selling clothes to people specifically based on what they asked for. But in the early days it still felt a bit weird, and I'd feel a little guilty whenever I though, "wow that looks really good on them", even if it was as simple an outfit's color/style that really complemented their skin tone or makeup, I felt that i was not allowed to feel that way. But over time, talking with customers, I started to learn that they actually enjoyed dressing up, and had actual reasoning behind their outfit choices, even if it's as simple as "I wanted to try something new!"

So I was starting to learn that while, yes, people's fashion choices can be influenced by other (external) factors. Possibly someone just wants to look Cute, Cool, or even flashy! There were even examples of people asking for clothes to actually help change their mood. It took a while to internalize the idea, but that combined with the "I'm helping" idea helped me push forward. And in Style Savvy, all the messy real-world politic around fashion did not exist, So I could just enjoy making outfits and helping people look how they wanted. Free of any external influences.

However, this still left the idea of 'objectification', This is not really a topic I feel I'm qualified to talk about in detail, But the remaining through process was still related to aspects of that, even though I was playing a game targeted toward women, by me making outfits I though looked nice, Or making choices for my own or other characters in terms of makeup and hairstyles, was me deciding how to make them more attractive And somehow "enforcing my own standards of beauty on them", After all, who was I to say they did not look good already?

And this idea took the longest to deal with, as in, I just put the final touches on starting to deal with it, this morning. Again, we're dealing with video game characters here, not real people, But this did not really ease my tension, as it felt like I'd still be in the same negative mindset. And I really don't want it to sound like I'm telling anyone else, how to think or feel! (feel free to disagree in the comments, I read all of them) I've spent a ton of time online researching the topic, speaking with you guys in the comments, and hearing some VERY strong opinions online, the final idea I came up with was 'focus', and mostly 'Intent',

What's the intent of the work, and what's being focused on. With style savvy, and it's well flesh out NPC's you're helping people express themselves, and I enjoyed doing that, I listen to their stories, and aided them the best I could. And I actually enjoyed doing that, even though they were virtual, I was treating them like real people. (That's not to say everyone needs to do this, But that's how I felt most comofrtable when getting started.) I enjoyed walking around the town, and was happy seeing them in outfits i picked out for them, upon reflection I can see that I actually enjoyed the procedural aspect of putting an outfit together, and seeing them try it on and happy accept it. Same for hairstyles and makeup, when working on them, I did not honestly think, "Ok how can I fix this person", it was more, "how can I bring out the X look they're going for?"

And when making my final trendsetter's gallery, I looked through my screenshots and saw just how many outfits I'd made over my time with the game, I began to see that even in this 'E' rated Nintendo published game, I just purely enjoyed the act of making outfits. It's crazy how long it took me to understand that! If the main goal was not treating people like objects, then in a way I had already been proving to myself that I'm capable of that. So turns out it was possible for me to like how someone looks and still care about them. they're not mutually exclusive. There are of 'Fan Service' game out there that don't have much to go on other than how the character looks, Little to no thoughts towards giving them a personality, or even decent gameplay, Instead just focusing on simply showing off parts of a character, without any other real intent than 'eye candy' I'm Not saying this type of game is 100% 'bad', And I have tried a few, but 'showing off' a character is diffrent than what's happening here. With Style Savvy the 'intent' is just having fun with fashion, and it focuses on multiple different aspects of that. And things that's what really what got me to stick with the series, It was not simply about cute characters in cute outfits. The focus is clearly on the character as a whole, rather than indiculal parts,and how changing aspects of their outfit change the image they present. And positive intent is also show in how you're not trying to *"Fix People"* or *"Make them beautiful", it's framed more in a way of helping them express what their already feeling, or try something new! And for my own character, it's pure self-expression, whatever I think looks good, as it's not being pushed on anyone else real or digital.

There's still things left for me to figure out in terms of how I deal with how I think about fashion. (Including internalizing this new line I've come up with) Again, this is me not saying "I've solved the idea of caring about people vs how they look", just that in some (even small) part , apperaince is not the only thing that matters too me! And now I have my own (personal) way to mesure that! I'm not really sure if this story will really help anyone else, as it's pretty tied to how my specific brain works. (I'm also not really sure if this is the healitiest path to acceptance :-/ ) But the realization finally clears up a long-standing issue I've been dealing with, (even if it's only one small slice), and it's a HUGE relief knowing I have a way to explain it to myself, and start fighting back! I'll be the first to admit, my situation is by no means perfect, and there's still a ton I need to figure out on the IRL side, including figuring out my potential contributions to the negative systems at play. But at the same time, maybe my negtives don't define who I am. Anyways, I think I'm on a positive path, and style savvy's fashion sandbox continues to be helpful with figuring things out!

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-Thanks for reading! This one was kinda embarrisng to write out But I hope reading it provided some form of insight or benifit. (Click here for Post #2)

As always, all comments, questions, and suggestions are welcome!

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hi mar, hope this isnt a weird q but i saw your post abt being an older sister and mothers day and yknow, carrying everything on ur back which i relate to alot… but do you ever feel a sort of resentment towards your siblings for putting you in that position kinda? i struggle w that resentment sometimes and i just thought i might ask if anyone else has been in this position and how they may have grappled or solved those feelings with time.

(you dont have to answer this if it’s too personal or if you don’t relate, but thanks for your post. it made me feel really seen and sad.. but also happy. i will totally understand if you dont reply)

hello! it's definitely not a weird question at all. my thoughts on this subject are actually quite complex and i feel like i end up touching on this sort of thing whenever i write about siblings because it's been sort of an outlet for me.

response below the cut bc this got long

but yes...i definitely feel some resentment about it. i don't really feel as though my siblings 'put me in this position' so to speak, so much as my parents did. they were incredibly strict/authoritative with me and (in my opinion) much less so with my younger siblings. so if i have beef with anyone, it's honestly with my parents, and feeling like i was treated unfairly. i felt very isolated and lonely growing up, and felt like a lot of the time i had to look out for myself. so i don't know that my siblings 'expect' me to take on the caretaker role that i do, so much as it just seems like a logical conclusion after how i was raised.

on the other hand, most of the actions i take as the oldest sibling come from a place of just....wanting to treat them well. i have a pretty good relationship with my sibs (we have our moments, of course) but things like buying flowers for my mom -- they are college students, and i remember when i was their age, i had no money for that sort of thing, so it just feels nice to help them out when i can. so that's where i have to ask myself -- can i really resent them, when so much of it feels as though i've brought upon myself? at the end of the day, as much as i might complain about it or feel bitter, everything i'm doing is because i do love them, and want to make them happy.

in terms of dealing with it/solving it, i guess that depends on your circumstances. for the past year or so i've started to see a therapist, and i feel like that's been a really helpful to talk through these things. and as i mentioned before, i enjoy writing about siblings as another outlet.

don't be afraid to be curious and examine these thoughts. i'm honestly still working through mine, i found it quiet hard to condense how i feel into such a short (but not even that short) response. plus, my feelings on this subject are always changing. if i can offer you any sort of hope, it's that with time i have become much less resentful, and a lot more understanding.

there is also some comfort in the fact that being an oldest sibling is a universal experience, and that we are not the first people to have these thoughts, and we will probably not be the last.

i hope this helps!! <3

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Eye-Opening Historical Snapshots No One Was Shown In Class

Sarah Schuman

History class was often a bunch of boring facts and dates, not to mention names without faces. But maybe the subject never was boring at all. We've tracked down some of the most fascinating snapshots from the olden days as well as more recent times, and they are truly remarkable. Take a look at these pictures and get some insight into the folks that lived before us. They probably failed to mention these historical events in class, but they're absolutely fascinating.

Ever Wondered Where the Great Wall of China Ends?

We bet you thought the Great Wall of China was one long barrier. But no! It is actually series of fortifications. Several walls were built over centuries and united under Qin Shi Huang, the first emperor of China, around 200 BC. Why? Well, a variety of reasons, like protection against invading groups, border controls, and a way to stop and tax goods transported on the Silk Road. It's an impressive brick project, but eventually, it does end. Where exactly does that happen?

3,889 miles of actual wall end right here, at the edge of the Bohai Gulf. This spot is called Shanhai Pass, also nicknamed "Old Dragon's Head". Unsurprisingly, it is a popular tourist destination.

This Is What A Test of a Super Conductor Looked Like in 1901

Nikola Tesla might sound like a familiar guy: He's the man that inspired Elon Musk's car brand name. A pioneer in electrical tech, his place in science history is secure: The man had 3304 patents in his lifetime! Here he sits, reading in his Colorado Springs laboratory testing his latest contraption. It looks totally futuristic. But sometimes, his ideas remained a theory. One of his more outlandish concepts included the Thought Camera. But what was that all about?

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Tesla explained: “I became convinced that a definite image formed in thought must, by reflex action, produce a corresponding image on the retina, which might possibly be read by suitable apparatus.” So far, no one has managed the task. But some say social media is getting close in its own way.

A WWI Bulgarian Soldier Giving His Best Battle Cry in 1916

WWI was a long time ago, and few of us really remember the stakes and grudges. Ever wondered what Bulgaria was up to during the great fight of this time? When the conflict began in July 1914, Bulgaria was still recovering from the effects of the Balkan Wars. For this reason, they initially declared neutrality. But as their allies got more deeply involved, they did throw in their hat just a year later. How could they not?

Here, a Bulgarian soldier screams at the camera, presumably practicing his battle cry. He would fight in the trench with machine guns and grenades. These new, modern weapons produced such gruesome effects that plastic surgery became a new field of medicine.

We Are Touched by These 2,800 Year-Old Lovers

The "Hasanlu lovers" are a famous archeological find that amazed professionals in the field. It was determined that the pair died around 800 B.C. in Iran when a hostile force invaded their town. In their last moments, they appear to be hugging or kissing. For millennia, they stayed that way until their discovery in 1972. But despite the way things look, modern analysis shows they may not have been a couple.

The University of Pennsylvania Museum of Archaeologyand Anthropology

Dating the skeletons showed that one is around 20, and one is around 30. Both are male and seem to have no diseases. Just two healthy guys in their prime, and possibly related. We don't know for sure. But it is interesting to imagine their story!

This Underwater Detonation of a Nuclear Bomb Looks Out Of This World

Once upon a time, the U.S.government just wanted to see what could happen to submarines, should a nuclear war break out. The Baker Test was the first underwater nuclear explosion ever conducted. The massive explosion resulted in a cloud that rose up like a mushroom in the sky. The base surge created a 500-foot high wall of radioactive spray and mist, which wasn't exactly refreshing. What happened to life in the area?

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According to the official military report at the time: "All of the pigs and most of the rats on the ships died either from the blast or from radiation exposure. Of the 57 target vessels, eight either sunk or capsized as a direct result of the explosion...Most of the surviving vessels had to be subsequently sunk as too hot to handle."

This Is How They Cut Down a Giant Redwood by Hand

Today, it is illegal to cut down a redwood tree. These giant plants in Californiaare an unbelievable sight in person, and regularly attract tourists just to witness their size. But people during frontier times had other sensibilities. They needed a constant supply of wood to build houses and keep fires burning. When they saw these gigantic trees, it must have seemed like a dream come true! Redwoods can grow up to 240 feet high with a 15-foot diameter.

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In this picture, an old-time logger poses next to a massive Redwood that's being cut down. Today, most are gone: Only 5% are still standing. Seriously, 95% were cut down since the 1850s. What a sad fact!

The First American Robot, Steam Man

Some people fear that killer robots may come to get us all one day. But what about their ancient ancestors? Way back in the 1860s, Zadoc Dederick was a young machinist with curiosity and free time. Along with his buddy Isaac Grass, he invented the first American robot. Combining a steam carriage with a metal man figure, the pair exhibited the invention and inspired crowds around the country in Boston, Chicago, New Orleans, and St. Louis.

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In 1868, Zadoc and Isaac got a patent for their robot. Still, the concept led to more walking machines over the coming years. It even inspired dime novels, like The Steam Man of the Prairies by Edward S. Ellis.

These Gentlemen Are Testing a Bulletproof Vest in 1923

For police and soldiers in the line of duty, the bulletproof vest was a critical invention. It's fairly new, as a product of the 1920s. Thanks to the Protective Garment Corporation of New York, service members were able to wear a revolutionary lightweight vest. The idea probably sounded too good to be true, which is why they did this demo in the middle of DC. These salesmen are going to an extreme!

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The men happened to be the inventors, and they clearly trusted their own product. It all came just in time, too: With the onset of the great depression and prohibition, police had to deal with all kinds of armed gangsters. Finally, they had a little protection!

That Time Boston Had a Deadly Explosion of Two Million Gallons of Molasses in 1919

It sounds like something straight out of Willy Wonka, but it really happened: In one cold Boston winter in 1919, two million gallons of molasses exploded from a tank at the port. It resulted in 15 ft-high waves that raced through the city at 35 miles per hour. The sweet syrup destroyed everything in its path, killing 21 people and injuring 150 others. It almost swept a train off the tracks and toppled electric poles. Live wires hissed everywhere. It knocked buildings down, too!

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Why was there so much molasses oozing around? Apparently, it was the main sweetener at the time. Not only that but it could be made into a type of alcohol used for manufacturing munitions. A sticky situation, indeed!

Rwanda Had Pretty Hip Hairstyles 100 Years Ago

We often think that the style of yesteryear was old-fashioned. But sometimes, it can be downright futuristic! Take this traditional hairdo from Rwanda. It's called the Amasunzu, popular 100 years ago. This was the way that tribe members explained their social status. Those who didn't have this ultra-shaped style were looked on with suspicion. But at some point, it went out of fashion. Today there is a bit of nostalgia, and some are trying to being it back.

At its peak, Rwandans wore around 30 different styles. It could communicate that you were a warrior or a virgin, for example. Married women had their own look, too. Overall, it seems to have been an important language through hair.

This Is the Big Moment When They Opened King Tut’s Tomb

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King Tut was mummified and buried with artwork and treasures. But since his tomb was in the desert, the sand shifted around and buried the site over time. Hidden for 3,000 years untouched, Carter's team found it all!

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Man was sure there were sea monsters for hundreds of years. Sailors told tales too bold to believe, but science would validate them one day. Here was one such moment: In 1873, Candian naturalist Moses Harvey collected the first intact specimen of a giant squid. Fishermen found it in Portugal Cove, Newfoundland. When Mo heard about their novel catch, he knew he needed to get his hands on its tentacles.

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He paid them $10, which is the equivalent of about $200 today. What did he do with the 27-foot creature? Why, he used his bathtub for safekeeping. At the time, there was no other option at short notice.

Al Capone Opened a Free Soup Kitchen During the Great Depression

Legendary gangster Al Capone made a fortune during prohibition by bootlegging liquor and bringing it to the black market. The people viewed him as a bit of a hero, in a way. Sure, he murdered, extorted, and intimidated his way to riches. But there was a lot of demand for the freedom to drink, and he helped tremendously. Some of the admiration for Capone is also due to his generosity during the great depression.

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Al Capone’s soup kitchen served breakfast, lunch, and dinner. On a given day, 5,000 men, women, and children might eat free of charge at this charity. Undoubtedly, it was great street cred for the gangster.

The Bomb Known as 'Fat Man' Killed Millions in an Instant

WWII was the first time atomic weapons were used to kill thousands of human beings. In an instant, whole cities in Japan were destroyed. But the bomb itself doesn't look so intimidating. Here, we see 'Fat Man'. This was the second bomb of the series, detonated over Nagasakiin 1945. The specs are pretty technical, but it's worth noting that this deadly device weighed a whopping 10,800 pounds. Very fat, indeed!

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The debate over the morality of such weapons continues to this day. Some say it saved lives, in the long run. Others say it was evil on a mass scale. Truthfully, even many physicists involved in the project felt guilt over the war technology. To this very day, no one has used it since.

This is How George Washington Was Carved Into Mount Rushmore

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The 60-foot memorial took 14 years to complete. Real people carved it by hand from 1927 to 1941, blasting stone away and shaping it into the faces of Thomas Jefferson, Theodore Roosevelt, and Abraham Lincoln alongside George.

Little Samuel Reshevsky Defeated These Adult Chess Masters

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We may not all be interested in chess, but it's impossible to deny that it is a tough game. Out of 7 billion people in the world today, around 1500 rank as grandmasters. It's pretty impressive that Sam qualified in elementary school!

The Original Mickey Mouse Was Pretty Horrifying

Walt Disney was a clever man, and his empire lives on well beyond his lifetime. His classic character Mickey Mouse is one of the most lovable characters around in the cartoon world. His cute little face has provided entertainment for generations of children. But a hundred years ago, the prototype was actually kind of disgusting. Look at this early Mickey, and be honest: Would you allow this scary thing around youngsters?

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Once his ears got rounder and his base was made shorter, Walt had the modern Mickey. We think the original had a disturbing design. But the kids in this old photo seem to be enjoying him, anyway!

How Did This Mormon Girl Get This Distinctive Tattoo?

Back on the frontier, there were constant conflicts between settlers and Indians. Competing for resources and lacking a common language, this is not terribly surprising. But some may not know that there were occasional kidnappings during raids. Olive Oatman here was a young Mormon girl when she was taken away from her family and made into a slave. Her entire family was killed, except for her sister who joined her in slavery.

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Olive was later traded to another tribe that wore these tattoos. As she became part of the group, it appears they gave her one, too. Despite having chances to escape, Olive stayed with them for years. When she was finally rescued, she claimed the tattoo marked her as a slave. Historians are not sure that was true, however.

The Eiffel Tower Construction Happened in Stages

The Eiffel Toweris an iron monument on the Champ de Mars in Paris, France. Engineer Gustave Eiffel commissioned his company to design the tower for the 1889 World's Fair. It was intended to be a grand entrance for guests. We say he succeeded! After the fair, it was too iconic to take down. To this very day, it's synonymous with Parisitself: Every year, nearly 7 million people visit.

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The Eiffel Toweris 1,063 feet tall, and it took more than two years to construct. Here it is, halfway through the building process. Even half of it is pretty elegant!

The First American Spacewalk Took Place in 1965

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NASA / James McDivitt / Wikimedia Commons

Ed reported: "This is the greatest experience, it's just tremendous. Right now I'm standing on my head and I'm looking right down, and it looks like we're coming up on the coast of California. There is absolutely no disorientation associated with it."

The Aftermath of Bonnie and Clyde’s Death Was Grim

Times were tough during the great depression, to be sure. Some people ate potato soup. Others decided to embark on a life of crime. We've all heard of lovers Bonnie and Clyde. Their real names were Bonnie Elizabeth Parker and Clyde Chestnut Barrow. And they're not just a legend: The pair was responsible for at least 13 murders and numerous bank, shop, and funeral home robberies. That spree didn't end well, as seen here.

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Bonnie was eating a bologna sandwich while her boyfriend drove on a rural road. He cruised right into a trap where Texas rangers were waiting for them. 167 bullets were fired into their vehicle in less than 20 seconds, killing them both. Behold, the aftermath!

The HooverDam Construction Was a Magnificent Sight to See

The Hoover Dam was one of the most important construction achievements of its time. At its completion in 1935, FDR marveled: "We are here to celebrate the completion of the greatest dam in the world, rising 726 feet above the bedrock of the river and altering the geography of a whole region: we are here to see the creation of the largest artificial lake in the world-115 miles long, holding enough water, for example, to cover the whole State of Connecticut to a depth of ten feet."

Bureau of Reclamation Photographer / Wikimedia Commons

He continued: "We are here to see nearing completion a powerhouse which will contain the largest generators and turbines yet installed in this country, machinery that can continuously supply nearly two million horsepower of electric energy." An impressive feat indeed.

This Rotor Ride at Coney IslandWas the Wildest Thing to Do in the 1950s

Amusement parks are full of rollercoasters and water rides, these days. But one of the quirkiest rides around used to be the Rotor Ride, a carrousel that created a centrifugal force that caused you to stick to the wall. During the '50s and '60s, it was exhibited at European fairs and made it to Coney Island in New York. People couldn't get enough of it: The floor would disappear, and you would be suspended. How novel!

Today, this ride does still exist. You may have tried the updated version, the Gravitron. But just imagine the thrill back in the day. It was the definition of futuristic, surely.

NASA Prepped for the Apollo Moon Landing With This Low-Tech Simulator

How can you prepare to go to the moon if you've never been there before? NASA was faced with this challenge when it decided technology was ready to send a man to the chunk of cheese in the sky. But they had some concerns that astronauts would be unprepared. Obviously, they needed a simulator. Here it is! Did you expect it to be a little more advanced? Well, too bad. NASA

Various screens were set up to show how light would reflect off the surface of the moon at different altitudes. The machine looked just like the cockpit users would ride in with colleagues. Scientists anticipated harsh light and glare in the weird conditions of space. Looking back, this was perfectly effective prep.

This Man Poured Acid in the Pool When Black People Tried to Swim in the ‘60s

Believe it or not, there was a time in Americawhen blacks and whites were not allowed to go to the same schools or use the same drinking fountains. And swimming pools? Well, that was totally out of the question. Eventually, people rebelled. It was too insulting to continue, and protestors of both colors jumped into this motel pool in Florida. The whites who had paid for rooms invited the blacks as their formal guests. But the manager poured acid into the water!

This swim-in was actually planned by Martin Luther King Jr. himself. And the acid stunt didn't really work. There was way too much water diluting it. Perhaps he just wanted to scare everyone. But the photo went viral, and really didn't help his cause.

Don’t Be Scared of the 1920s Electric Permanent Wave Machine

In the early part of the 20th century, a revolutionary hair machine was brought to market by Nestle, before they just became the chocolate people. In only 12 hours, you could be a brand new lady! They advertised it as follows, in 1908: “Nestle’s Improved Permanent Hair Wave means the imparting to the straightest and lankest hair & wave, which in texture, character, desirability, and appearance cannot be distinguished from the natural grown wavy hair.”

The hot device combined with chemicals produced some cool coiffes if you were willing to wait it out. Occasionally though, there were burn victims. Regardless, Mr. Nestle made the equivalent of around $44 million today with this beauty device. Thankfully, it has been replaced with plain old perms!

Elvis Being Sworn Into the Army

Sure, he could have gotten out of serious service. The army said he could just play concerts for the troops. But American singer Elvis Presley was a patriot, and he decided to enlist like all the other guys his age during the time when the Vietnam war began. In 1958, he became a regular soldier despite being the most popular entertainer on the planet. According to the king: "The army teaches boys to think like men."

Elvis received both basic and advanced military training and ended up at a base in Germany. Back home, he had both fans and critics. Some thought his entertainment was too vulgar. But when he came back as a veteran, Elvis had new respect from all sides!

British Anthropologists Found The Happiest Man in Chinain 1901

When photography was first invented, people were not sure exactly how to pose. Westerners decided that being serious was the best kind o portrait, and old photos rarely show a smile. But when a British traveler brought a camera to China for the first time, such notions didn't exist yet. The Chinese didn't know it was such a serious affair. Look at this man happily eating his noodles! He's a real goofball, we will say that.

American Museum of Natural History / Wikimedia Commons

At this point, the identity of this subject has been lost. But it's interesting to see the real emotions of the people from the past, in a rare situation where they didn't know smiling was forbidden.

Arnold Schwarzenegger Was Already Bodybuilding at Age 16

According to legendary bodybuilder Arnold Schwarzenegger: “Not many people understand what a pump is. It must be experienced to be understood. It is the greatest feeling that I get. I search for this pump because it means that that my muscles will grow when I get it. I get a pump when the blood is running into my muscles. They become really tight with blood. Like the skin is going to explode any minute. It’s like someone putting air in my muscles. It blows up. It feels fantastic.”

That's all pretty intense, we must admit. But Arnoldwas into the sport since he was a teen. One day he would become Mr. Universe himself. Look at him posing as a 16-year-old, here!

Say Hello to the Head of the Statue of Liberty in 1885

Sure, The Statue of Liberty is an enormous neoclassical sculpture. She sits on Liberty Island at the New York Harbor. And she has lots of fans, too. But what did she look like, at the beginning? Here, we can see her before she was fully assembled. This face hasn't been attached yet, and a few ladies are admitting her in copper. She wasn't always green, of course. That's just what happens to the metal over time. Just like a penny!

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France gifted her to new ally America in 1886. She was designed by sculptor Frédéric Auguste Bartholdi and became an icon of freedom that generations of immigrants have seen upon arrival. Merci, Fred!

The Is First Known Photo of Abraham Lincoln

This is a man who once said: “My father taught me to work, but not to love it. I never did like to work, and I don't deny it. I'd rather read, tell stories, crack jokes, talk, laugh — anything but work.” But do we believe it? First of all, he looks quite serious. Second of all, this is honest Abe Lincoln, 16th president of the United States.

Nicholas H. Shepherd/Library of Congress / Wikimedia Commons

The president who taught himself law out of a book he found in the trash, who freed the slaves, and kept the union united is quite young here. It's fascinating to see what he looked like before that bushy beard. We like what we see!

Mister Rogers Did This Outrageous Thing for a Reason

François Clemmons was the actor who played Officer Clemmons on Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood. He had one of the first recurring black roles on kids' TV, but Fred Rogers was not content to keep things the way they were. In 1968, he invited his pal to sit with him at a kiddie pool. They took off their shoes and dipped their feet in the water. Then, they shared a towel. Why was this significant?

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Well, it was illegal to do this in a real public pool at the time. Mister Rogers wanted to make a statement to his young viewers about the issue. The episode stands out as one of the most notable ways the color barrier was broken on TV at the time.

Margaret Gorman Was the First Miss America in 1921

In 1921, an American icon was born on the boardwalk in Atlantic City. Margaret Gorman was crowned the First Miss America and started a tradition we still enjoy today. According to the organization: "Miss America is more than a title, it’s a movement of empowering young women everywhere to dream big, to insist that their voices be heard and to inspire change in the world around them. Of course, Miss America wears a crown—she rules."

After answering all kinds of tricky questions, Margaret proved she had both inner and outer beauty. She won a 3-foot golden mermaid trophy as the grand prize. Today, the prize has improved a lot. The winner gets a $50,000 scholarship!

The First Underwater Photograph Was Taken in 1899

The first underwater portrait is a little blurry, we must admit. But it's still interesting to see what people were able to produce in 1899. The man in the picture is Emil Racoviță, a Romanian biologist and oceanographer. It took the photographer about 30 minutes to capture the image because he had to wait for the right amount of light down there. We certainly see how that might be a challenge with a vintage camera!

Since that first, underwater photography has improved considerably. Vibrant images of fish and coral have probably been your screensaver, at some point. No big deal! Even if we can't make it out to a reef ourselves, it is now pretty easy to feel like we are there.

These Are Blind British WWI Veterans in Their First Ever Walk Event

After WWI, there were plenty of funerals. But the surviving soldiers were often terribly maimed, and sometimes blind. Blind Veterans UK still holds an annual walk for soldiers who are blind, which started after the first world war in 1922. The organization explains: "For our early blind veterans learning to walk independently was a crucial stage in their rehabilitation after losing their sight. In addition to the obvious value of not needing a sighted person to accompany them everywhere, confidence in walking on their own also helped maintain their fitness."

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Here, we can see British vets on their first walk, which took place from London to Brighton. This was an impressive distance of 52 miles. Eight men finished the race alongside sighted partners, starting an important patriotic tradition.

This 1890 Photo Might Be the First-Ever Image of a Surfer

We might think of surfing as a modern water sport, but that is certainly not true. As it turns out, surfing has been a part of Hawaiian culture for at least 1,000 years. During ancient times, leaders and royals were given the best surfing spots and used boards made of local Koa wood. Their boards were 24 feet long. The common people would surf too, on 12-foot boards.

It's fascinating stuff. But since that all took place long ago, people don't know the rich history. Starting in 1890, we do have this photo. All we can say is this guy is ripped!

Danish Arctic Explorer Peter Freuchen and His Wife Are a Spectacle

Giant Danish Arctic explorer Peter Freuchen led a remarkable life exploring the most northern places on our planet. On his expedition to Greenland, he discovered the Inuit culture and ended up living there for 15 years. 800 miles from the North Pole, he traded and married an Inuit woman. He hunted polar bears. He experienced three months of darkness and encountered native cannibalism. And he documented all of this for Western audiences to study.

Sadly, his Inuit wife died. But he got married again, which wasn't hard. Ladies love tall, adventurous men and 6-foot-7-inch Peter found a wife named Dagmar, seen here in 1947. After all his travels, the two settled in NYC. Their size difference is remarkable, isn't it?

1920s Gals Worked Out on This Early Treadmill

Fitness is a big deal, these days, Some of us like to go jogging. Others like to lift weights. For those who want something in between, there is always the treadmill. The earliest version is actually quite old, with U.S. records showing a patent was issued in 1913. Back then, it was called a training machine, but the rotating belt and moving flor were all recognizable as a concept. Look at these vintage ladies go!

Today, these machines have become much more advanced. Most have fancy settings to choose different programs to vary the speed. Medical facilities and gyms alike use treadmills. Even Olympic training centers and NASA use them!

The Real Models Once Posed in Front of Their Iconic Portrait

We all recognize “American Gothic” when we see it. The Grant Wood painting is surely the most iconic portrait ever done of a farmer and his wife. It's quintessential Americanafor sure. The suit jacket, the pitchfork, the overalls: It's all there. The question is, were these people real? If you ever had doubts, we're here to put those questions to rest. Here, the real subjects pose in front of the art so a photographer can snap the double image.

In real life, they look less rural. Maybe that's because the woman is the painter's sister, Nan. The man is his family's dentist, Dr. Byron McKeeby. Why, they're just a bunch of city slickers, after all!

Young Winston Churchill Looks Totally Dapper

This fellow once said: “You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life.” Was this young man really that wise? Maybe not yet. But one day, he would become an inspirational figure with plenty of saying just like that one. This is a photograph of a very young Winston Churchill, dressed in his army uniform. The wartime prime minister had his handsome years, it turns out!

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Here in 1895, his destiny has not yet been realized. He is merely 2nd Lieutenant Winston Churchill, serving the queen. Decades later, he would help change the course of the world.

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smth i shoved into a discord group specifically for people to talk about SA (tw for implied csa/rape/incest)

oooof one of my friends disclosed to me that (tw sa & incest) their dad SA'd them (at least once? idk if its a reoccuring thing i didnt ask any questions n they understandably clammed up n changed the subject n i said "hey if you ever need to talk about anything i have similar experiences" but oh boy is it lowkey triggering that stuff for me rn. idefk if my stuff counts as sa tho. like i know my dad sexualised me a lot like verbally as a kid and i remember being disgusted all the time and i remember being fucking terrified of him all the time even when he didn't seem to be doing anything. and i remember him often saying or doing stuff and i'd just think to meself "ok we're repressing that!" (unsurprisingly i don't remember what actually prompted that). i dont have any memories of him touching me but i have some of someone touching me and the way i react to certain sexual situations is sus as fuck, but honestly those could be two entirely different things but idk! idk. i just remember telling my mum that all the stuff he said made me uncomfy and predictably got told i was "overreacting" and that it was "normal" which turned into "he just doesn't know when something's inappropriate" and honestly thats the closest to closure i'm ever gonna get but whatever. anyway the dots aren't connected enough to me to outright say i relate and im sure as fuck not ready to actually talk about it to anyone irl but yeah. idk where i was going with this tbh. i have a notebook of stuff from my childhood related to that^ (from when i've remembered them, but most of the stuff in the book i can't remember unless i read it over again) and my friends who've seen it have reacted with pretty strong disgust but idk. my entire childhood was that & gaslighting myself into thinking i was overreacting (which btw!! lead to me getting SA'd and harassed so many fucking times as an adult!!!) so it was normal to me pfft and counsellors i've shown it to all refuse to give me a solid answer bc they don't wanna "risk giving me false memories") but agghhh. one thing i definitely remember is whenever i had discharge or my period in my teens i'd just. want to cry and shake and curl up and errrrrrrmmmmmmm thats not normal lol. something was definitely wrong there but idk if i'll ever fucking be able to figure out what that is.

ok yeah i dug the notebook out again and (same tw's as above, just kind of graphic and intense) yeah theres a bit in there about him crawling into my bes and i was freaked the fuck out so i just ran out of the room and when i told my mum i was told it was "normal". and theres a bit where i was 14 and drew art based on the song pantsu nugeru mon (lit: i can take off my panties) bc i was 14!! i wasn't THINKING anything secxual!! it was a song about growing up to me! so my dumb ass showed my dad bc i was proud of the art itself and he got really weird and intense and close and was like "what are you going to do when you take off your panties?" which. ew. gross. fuck off. oh and that one time i fell asleep on the sofa and i guess i had a sex dream or smth which i didnt think anything of until my dad randomly got intense and weird again and asked if i "had any interesting dreams" that night (which he never usually does ffs). oh and he fully called ma tease relatively recently actually, and said i should call my (now ex) boyfriend "daddy", has referred to himself as my "daddy" in THAT godawful tone and makes frequent BDSM jokes towards his sister which is just an example of the verbal shit i had to put up with and idk how anyone in the room when it happens can excuse it but to them i guess its one weird thing he said they can brush off bc they don't realise i had to hear it CONSTANTLY and deal with what he DID to and they didn't see the scary moments. i also remember reading a magazine article about incest/csa when i was like 11ish?? and idk WHAT it triggered but my absolute fear of my dad/older men in general kind of started after that and my mum always said it was reading the magazine that did it but bro i dont think one thing like that can elicit a decade or so of consistent fight or flight mode I think my body remembered stuff that I can't.

Jesus fucking christ thats the most concise way i've ever actually described that. idk if anyone can relate or anything. also honestly now that he's been relatively "good" for a few years now in terms of how he speaks to me i don't really get the fear response anymore. and i'm dependent on him for finances and medical stuff so its. whatever. i guess. i'm fucking terrified that if i ever have a daughter he'll pull the same shit (hence basically nuking my body with birth control lmao) and luckily my brother's kids are both boys so i don't believe he's a threat to them if he didnt treat my brothers the same way he did me ygm? but idk what i can actually do about it

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nearly a year ago, you mentioned how each of the themis boys seem to fit in the mary sue archetype. how do you think hoyoverse has handled their development in the past year? have they succeeded in making xia yan more fallible? how do you think they could improve? you also mentioned how you would like to see outfits like military uniform, knight armor, and a formal suit which have since been released. how do you feel about each of those outfits and what would you like to see in the future? ♡

i applaud your memory because even I was like, huh? did I?? but yeah, I remember now - the ask about whether MC was a mary sue.

I should mention that I'm not very caught up on XY content anymore, so with regards to dates starting around DoC, I can't comment much on them. From what I have seen so far, I don't think they made him any more fallible than he has been before though. One thing that sticks out in my memory is how good he got with barista-ing (within a month or so, and he was good enough to compete with a girl who really loved the craft and must have honed it for a long time!) in the Snowfallen date which actually made me sigh a little because it was like, ah, yet another thing that us mere mortals might have trouble achieving. I thought then that if tiny things that he wasn't good at were displayed from time to time, it would do a lot to make him... less of a superhuman guy, more relatable, more fallible. There's nothing wrong with being good at everything per se, and maybe people like that, too - it's just my personal taste thing when it comes to characters. I do hear that he shows some weakness in the new FFT date (yeah i haven't read it, yeah i'm a clown) so maybe that would have worked for me.

I've also mentioned before that his display of weakness with regards to, and his handling of, his illness is a huge factor that humanizes him (actually discussed it in the Anniversary date analysis which i just reblogged). But they haven't touched that subject at all since anniversary! (I don't count Ch9 because it's a separate timeline, and even so that's still almost a whole year later) I just think they shouldn't cast aside such an important part of his initial motivations, partly because of the humanizing aspect, and partly because - like, is it really realistic for MC to go running around on dates with him without ever being concerned about his illness which is supposed to end his life in... a year, now? (As of the CN server... if time continuity is a thing. For all we know, he'll always have 3 years left at any given point in the story lmfao)

the knight uniform was pretty nice! and his birthday formal suit was veryyy nicely designed. I hope we can get a current version of him in a military uniform, and maybe also a leather jacket + motorcycle combo? That's pretty overdue imo (also ch9 would've been a great chance for that!)

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Dragon Heart - IV.

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She looked over at Bilbo, who was stirring, and decided it would be a good idea to prepare him a cup of warm tea with some honey and milk. Y/N remembered Bilbo loved this as a child.

So, her next steps took her to the hobbit's kitchen.

Before she stepped inside, Y/N noticed one - perhaps from the older ones - dwarf, who prepared a steaming cup of tea already.

The dwarf didn't seemed to trust her - of course - but his eyes little softened, because she knew Gandalf and Bilbo.

"What tea is that?" Y/N asked instead, genuiely interested.

"Charmomile, for Master Baggins." Y/N hummed and the dwarf quickly left the little hobbit kitchen. You looked around, more concentrated this time. Then, you looked over the hall, pantry, and living room, where was Bilbo, Gandalf and some of the dwarves.

Baggins', now Bilbo's house, has never been un-practical. Maybe for Y/N by it's size, but other than that, there was everything one would need for life.

When Bilbo catched her eyes, Y/N could clearly see he was uncomfortable, upset and absolutely, absolutely done with the subject.

The dwarves.

But most importantly...

Gandalf.

You shrugged, and decided to leave him his burglar-not-burglar game. Bilbo would not be patient forever, but he was mannered and clever enough to know what to do. You were sure the hobbit would feel his Took side with desire for an adventure again.

And take his chance to escape Sackville-Baginses.

As you walked around, you noticed some of the pictures. They seemed to be new - or at least you didn't remembered them.

You walked closer, and stepped on something. You looked down, and noticed it was a dagger. You've never seen the design before, but assumed it must be one of the dwarves'. You picked it up and studied it, when you overheard a voice next to you.

"Careful with this, it's been just sharpened." You turned to see a blonde, blue-eyed dwarf, with braided moustache. He seemed to have the same twinkle in his eyes as Kili.

"I can handle sharp things," Y/N said and looked back at the knife.

"It's nice. Not too light, but not as heavy either." Y/N was thinking aloud. She completely forgot the dwarf next to her, as she studied the dagger.

"You know Master Baggins," He suddenly said. Y/N turned to him.

What the-did he just-

"I do," You nodded, and placed the dagger to his hand.

What the-no, he just didn't-

"You don't look like you are related," he continued.

"That's because we aren't." You ended the topic. Instead, it was your time to ask.

"Who are you?"

"Fili, at your service m'lady," he gently took your hand and kissed the back of your hand, his eyes not leaving yours.

"Y/N, at yours...Fili," You said.

"Oh, Y/N, can I-can I talk to you, for a second?" Bilbo came and you gladly walked aside with him, while Fili send you a wink.

"Bilbo, to answer some of your questions - no, I didn't knew-"

"I'm not talking about the, the dwarves," Bilbo looked over the room with frown on his face.

"Then what is it, my little friend?" You said quietly in attempt to brighten up the situation. Bilbo was almost adorable with frowned pouty face, hands folded on his chest, patting the floor with his foot...only if you could stand straight in his house. Your back thought the size of his house was not adorable at all.

"Well, um...did Gandalf told you to bring them along?" You looked at him with scrunched face, and rolled your eyes.

"I wouldn't be coming if I knew there were dwarves involved. So, if anything, I share your unpopular opinion." And ruffled his hair. He jumped up.

"I'm not a little hobbit anymore, you don't have to do this," Bilbo said through gritted teeth, and you grinned.

"Well, you still are kind of little," You teased him futher, until a dwarf with sharp blue eyes, long, dark hair, and the biggest grumpy and pouty face you've ever seen (not even Bilbo could do that, when he was angy little hobbit).

That dwarf shot you a glare, and also to Bilbo, who was taken aside by him and Gandalf, again.

You felt sorry for Bilbo.

When he was free, you overheard him muttering something about 'surely not going', 'not going anywhere', 'wizards', and so on. You decided to go to sleep, because all of the dwarves were asleep already, and you needed to be up early.

You woken up quickly. The first thing you've heard was the snoring. You scrunched your face, and quickly packed your things. Then, you walked out of Bag End, and decided to wait for them there.

The sunrise was nice time, especially to prepare your horse for the day.

"Shh," you cooed her quietly. It was beautiful mare, tall, and very, very clever.

"It will be okay. We will find dad, and we will go away, to live far away...everything is going to be just fine," You muttered.

"You ready?" Kili stood next to you with a grin on his face. You jumped up a little.

"I am." You said, and noticed Kili's expression as he looked at your horse. You let out a laugh.

"You've never seen a horse before?" Kili walked back a little.

"Not really," he said and you noticed his blushed cheeks.

"Kili!" You both looked over to Fili, standing between two ponies, who called him.

"Do you think Bilbo will come?" Kili asked you.

"That hobbit won't show up," Balin said. He was on his pony next to Kili, so he thought he talked to him.

"It's no surprise. Why would Master Baggins leave his home," Thorin (as was the grumpy dwarf named) said.

"I wouldn't understimate hobbits, and especially not Master Baggins," Gandalf said as he smoked his pipe.

"I am sure he is going to come," He said.

And that's when the bet started.

It wasn't even five minutes after you left Shire, when you overheard Bilbo's voice in the distance.

"Waaait!"

You looked over to Gandalf, who was hiding a laugh.

"You planned this?" You quietly asked and motioned to the hobbit, who was breathing heavily.

"Well, perhaps," he said, and you scoffed a little and shook your head, as the dwarves seated Bilbo on his pony.

The day was beautiful. It was actually quite warm, just warm so you could put down your cloak.

As the evening was approaching, and the sun was setting into palette of gold and velvet, and the sky was getting darker, Thorin decided it was time to set up camp. After a quick argument with Gandalf, the wizard left to seek company of himself. So, there was nothing easier, than to just finding the best place to place your bedroll.

You, Fili and Kili were on first watch. You laid down on your bedroll, and watched the stars. It was cloudless night, plus the crackling sound of fire, and smell of fresh night air was relaxing.

Bilbo was just coming back from his pony, when a sound in distance made him freeze.

"W-what was that?" He pointed to the distance, while looking at Kili.

"Orcs," he said in low, deep voice. You sat up. Bilbo had a part of Took in himself, but he was not that much of a Took.

"There is going to be plenty of those," Fili said, and, obviously, Kili continued.

"They come at night, no screams, just lots of blood," He looked at Bilbo, and the shadows in his face, along with his deep and low voice made it come out horribly scary. Him and Fili started chuckling, but you sighed.

"The way you two snore would make them run for hills, so I wouldn't be that worried," You said, and noticed Bilbo to relax by the corner of your eye.

Kili looked over at you. You pulled out book from your pack. He quickly recognized it, even in the darkness of the night. It was that book you flipped through back in Bag End.

You sat comfortably down, and looked over the illustrations on the pages, and softly touched them.

"What is the book you are reading about, lassie?" Balin asked. You didn't looked up.

"It's a book with tales and stories my...father wrote down," you answered.

"He used to read them to me," you shrugged.

"Would you read some of them-ow, what was that for?!" Kili whisper-yelled at his brother, who chuckled.

"You're a child, Kee," He muttered to himself, and Kili pouted. But Fili was curious as well, which Kili didn't needed to know.

"Well...this one," You flipped a few pages futher.

"This one is called Strange thief and the stars," Y/N comfortably sat and started reading.

"There was once a man. He wasn't very known by name, but by his eyes. His eyes, deep and dark, with sparkles, reminding of stars. Nobody has ever seen eyes like this before, and people were whispering he has stars themselves in his eyes," You slid the tips of your fingers over the drawing, remembering the precision your father has made into repairing them.

"Many women tried to grab his attention, but anytime they didn't sucsceeded, the sparks in their eyes were less visible, but in his as well. And that is why men has decided to call him 'the thief of stars', or a 'strange thief of stars'. He was wandering through the lands, until he found what, as he realized, was looking for,"

"What happened next?" Bilbo asked.

"That girl didn't want to talk to him. She was very kind and caring, but not naive. One day, however, she found a dragon. Big dragon, who seemed scary, but saved her from orcs. The beast's eyes reminded her of someone, yet she didn't knew of whom." You realized everyone was quiet, listening to you, as you spoken.

"The next day, she met the man. He runned into her, in a rush, in a fear - and asked her "Did you see the dragon too?". The young maiden nodded, and helped him to get to safety, as he was very nervous and scared. Since that day, they became closer and closer. One day, when a few years passed, her father - an old, wise and kind man - said, his daughter will marry someone, who gives her something very special. The young man came the next day in their house they lived in. He said," you flipped the page.

" 'I do not have much to offer - gold, silver, or gems - but I do have this," he took out a notebook out of his coat, and offered it. The girl's father took the notebook, and opened it. It was full of drawings of flowers, animals and people - but mainly of one special maiden, when she was laughing, collecting flowers, brushing her hair, cooking, reading...When she came there, and looked throught the book, her father looked at her, and she nodded. So, he looked deeply into the young man's eyes, and said 'She chose you.' "

You finished the story, and Kili giggled at how interested his brother was.

"Now who's the child here,"

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Womanhood As Both A Veil & Anchor

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a reflection on womanhood as a tool, an image, &an unattainable goal.

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What makes a woman?

This question has been highlighted more and more in recent years, thrown around as both a way to celebrate every form of unconventional womanhood across the world by some, yet also as a way to hurt and discriminate by others. Answers range all across the board: a woman is an "Adult Human Female", a woman is a person with a womb and a vagina, a woman is anyone who identifies as such. There is a correct answer here, by the way: the last one. Though I have a hard time understanding why it would be important to answer that question in regards to anyone else if not to be uncomfortably obsessive over another person's (typically a stranger's) genitalia, woefully ignorant, and unavoidably bigoted.

Personally, I've been trying to answer that question in regards to myself for what feels like my whole life, with varying levels of success. As the eldest child in the family, a little girl was not what anyone wanted to see upon my birth, and the joke remained my whole childhood that it was also not what anyone was expecting: for the entirety of my mothers pregnancy, she was steadfast convinced that I would be born a boy. Assigned at birth the role of a little girl, however, as I grew up, that never seemed to fit. I wanted it to: I wanted to be a pretty little girl, don't ever remember wanting to be a little boy (well, not until much later in my life), loved my long hair, loved the pretty clothes. But I also refused to brush my hair and hated whenever anyone, especially hair stylists, would touch it, despised the feeling of that pretty clothes on my skin, and could not relate to other little girls socially in a normal manner consistently, would occasionally feel predatory in my own behaviour-- especially as I got older. It would be decades before the answer to these things-- undiagnosed autism, and definitively sapphic leanings-- would come into my life, but the fact very early on was that I was simply not like the other little girls, regardless of how desperately I wanted to be. The odd positioning of my existence encouraged this separation early on, whether I really wanted it or not. It simply seemed to all make sense that I was different: it didn't really matter why.

As I grew, I didn't grow out of this feeling of intense separation or difference, but what I did grow into was a feeling of intense body dysmorphia that was triggered almost entirely by an early introduction to seeing my body entirely as an object with a price point... a price point that I knew intimately. When the body is an object with a specific purpose, subjective things like attractiveness mean far less: there is no such thing as universally attractive, and there is no universal look that will guarantee money in these arenas. Objectification is just that: regardless of the fact that I was being objectified as a woman, I felt and saw myself as an object, and this has undeniably left a deep impact on me. In retrospect, I can only describe it as feeling like a doll: regardless of how you dressed me up or down or posed me or chopped off my hair or painted my face, no matter what company you gave me or setting you put me in, at my core, I wasn't definitively a girl or boy in any sense that I could feel. I was a very good mirage, and when I wasn't performing, I would entirely disappear. My insecurities were weaknesses I couldn't speak on without revealing too much of where they came from, so I ignored them and let them fester, purposefully covered up for large portions of my day life and found my way exclusively into being one of the boys. I was embroiled in two perfectly misogynistic worlds: by day, I heard and laughed at jokes about rape and dead hookers from friends who I obsessed over comics, video games, and cars with, and by night, I played the role of a woman before I had ever left a girlhood that never felt like it fit.

It's funny: reclaiming femininity only became possible for me upon realizing the fact that it needed to be reclaimed because other people had always dictated when I was allowed to feel it. I had to be hyper aware of my safety in regards to presenting as a woman, but also aware of the fact that my womanhood would not protect me: femininity did not and does not reflect fragility in me. I have never been able to flirt my way out of trouble, though I have always been able to flirt my way into it without even trying. Grown men have aged me up to make themselves feel better about the way they've looked at a literal child, and many have thrown punches that my assigned gender at birth never seemed to deter at all. It took me far too long to understand how all the different parts of me would come together to explain why, but the truth has always been that womanhood did not look the same way on me as it did on my peers, and my rights to femininity did not feel like my own-- it could be, and was, taken away from or imposed upon me constantly against my will and with no regard to my feelings about it. Womanhood and femininity were both tools and shackles: I hadn't been born into them, nor grown into them, I'd been saddled with them, and it felt like that had been a cosmic mistake from the very beginning. It took me years to see womanhood as anything other than a punishment, because the womanhood I had was not one that fit... and I was regularly punished for that.

And yet, despite all this, I have been incredibly fortunate to not only have been raised by a woman of colour, which gave me exposure to how to navigate life as a person in a world not built for us, I was also raised among other kids who looked like me. I was raised in a homeland that had already been severely colonized, and I was also raised both knowing my history and my personal place in the societal structure I was born into. On top of all of this, I was also raised with specific cultural beliefs and generational baggage, weight that exists specifically and exclusively for the eldest daughter of a poor family of colour living under continued colonialism.

I was raised as a Hawaiian girl, knowing I would go on to be a Hawaiian woman... and there have always been responsibilities that come with that. While people who are capable of giving birth all over the world can likely relate to the ordeal of feeling the weight of needing to continue a family legacy, those of us from an endangered background feel this weight in what I would argue is a unique way. When your people have a legacy of mass death and colonization, two things often become generationally ingrained: a fear of cultural obliteration, that then goes on to create a complex love-hate relationship with cultural assimilation. We as matriarchs are expected to extend endangered family lines like conservative roots: in Hawaiian culture, we consider pregnant women to be kinolau, or physical manifestations, of the primordial goddess Haumea: she who lives at the root of all. Wāhine hold special and powerful mana in their sacred ability to create, doubly so now as we undergo continued cultural revitalization.

I went on to be a Hawaiian woman... but not one who would ever create or bare this mana. Hawaiians also believe in signs, and there have always been signs that I was not like the other little girls, would not go on to be like the other women. It took years to finally get the diagnosis, but eventually, I will lose the organs that would ever make me capable of birthing a child into this world, as well as a decent chunk of my intestines due to endometriosis and PCOS. As it turns out, hormonally, I have never been a woman by medical standards: hormonally, I am and have always been an intersex person. All those intense, hyper specific criticisms on my body and face, the sort of "honesty" reserved entirely for people who work occupations that will allow people to dehumanize someone with their hands still on them, that I'd been hearing since I was a teenager giving lap dances suddenly made sense. All those lectures about men being naturally more aggressive now taste like salt, especially in a mouth that has had those same accusations levied against it by people who would undeniably classify me as a woman... just not a woman by all the right standards, so not the "right" kind of woman.

In the first few years I lived on the continent, a manager at the bar I worked at asked me if we should hire extra security if we were planning on hosting an after-party for the town's Polynesian culture festival, highlighting my race in a purely masculine manner, implying that my kin would inherently be more violent and in need of outside control to keep the (primarily white) employees at the time safe. This same manager would go on to spread rumors openly at our workplace that I was lying about my cancer and treatment, then cower behind her hands when she approached me to talk about the unsavory backlash that inevitably followed this behaviour, again implying that I was violent for absolutely no reason other than the fact that she was both racist and unable to handle the consequences she had already assumed I would deal to her for her abhorrent behaviour. Ironically, this same woman would drunkenly tell me one night that she "figured out" why men found me attractive: because I'm "Asian". She, as a white woman, did not see me as feminine nor one of her own, and she couldn't understand why anyone else would-- it offended her almost as much as it bewildered her that men would look at me when we stood side by side at work together, so much so that she actually spent time to unravel this cryptic mystery. What she could understand, however, was fetishization-- that, of course, was something she had no problem conceptualizing in relation to a woman of colour, nor confidently saying to my face like she'd broken a secret code.

Fetishization that, by pure coincidence of the intersections I was born into, would also be responsible for my introduction into sexual exploitation, and ultimately sexual trafficking as a minor. Between the exaggerated maturity and the hyper sexualization levied at girls of colour (particularly, in my case, indigenous girls), again, my life leaves me unable to separate myself from experiences that I live and have lived specifically as a woman in this world... but, undeniably, not simply as a woman. Very specifically as a woman of colour, having faced violence very specific to my identity as a Hawaiian girl who grew into a Hawaiian woman. Ultimately, no matter how the situation gets sliced, it isn't my genitalia or anatomy that connects me to any version of womanhood, despite the notation on my birth certificate or legal paperwork. It's the way I've experienced life, and the ways I continue to deal with the impacts of those experiences... and these are far more specific to my race adjacent to my womanhood than they could ever begin to be to my bodily anatomy. Depending on who you ask, in fact, my bodily anatomy actually denies me access to womanhood-- a denial I wholeheartedly accept. Any form of womanhood that can only be related to on basis of bodily organs, or a shared attachment to fear and restriction taught through "socialization" (a discussion that cannot even be properly had without the added analysis of both race and class), is not one that has ever welcomed me, nor ever will. Nor is it one I want entrance into, respect, or take seriously on any level, and it's unfortunate how much space we give people who clearly want the definition of woman to revolve around perpetuating the human race or universal pain, for some bizarre reason.

So what makes a woman? I don't think, really, it's possible to give a broad stroke answer to a question that ultimately is so nuanced and personal. But for me, womanhood feels like both a veil and an anchor: a place to return to for stability, but also a place that can and does feel suffocating when worn incorrectly. A thing to wear proudly, but also a thing that can and will drag me down to the depths without constant assessment and reflection. Both identifier and camouflage, grounding and baggage: womanhood feels almost entirely separated from actually being a woman, to me. When asked about my gender identity, there's so little I have to offer in return, and the answer never even begins to touch on my relationship to womanhood.

Much like a current or the tides, my grasp on my own gender identity flows, ebbs, and wanes, and perhaps fluidity is the closest I'll ever come to my own answer. No matter what, I'm grateful to finally be comfortable riding these waves as they come and go in the body I'm in. Perhaps that comfort is worth more than any answer could ever be, because even without it, the anchor no longer feels like it will drown me, and the veil no longer feels like a wholesale lie, and that's all I could ever really want.

#so funny story right.#i really wanted to post this yesterday but this piece has literally taken me all month to write lol.#&ive been even more finicky bc i havent been as good w/ my words off the cuff for a variety of reasons lately lol.#&w/ a topic so sensitive the wording was really important to me.#anyway it took me forever&i figured trans day of visibility would be a really good day to post it #(as well as the last day of womens history month ya know?)#&then my energy bombed&i was like. well. april first is actually just as special lol.#&then i log onto medium&realize that their app no longer supports story editting or writing LMAO.#so i literally cannot use medium to post my writing anymore bc i dont have a desktop laptop or anything that supports any version #of anything that will run the story editting feature on Medium LMAO.#there is nothing to do but laugh i suppose. idk.#anyway this is super self indulgent&very long&personal lol so as always proceed w/ caution. :)#yas #my words

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professorsnape394 · 4 years

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The Potions Master’s Apprentice

Chapter Five: The Calm before the Storm

A/N: This is the fifth part to my fanfiction ‘The Potions Master’s Apprentice (Severus Snape x OC)’. Chapters 1-16 can be found already uploaded on Wattpad under the same name. Feel free to leave requests in my inbox for anything Snape related you want me to write. Leave a comment below if you wish to be added to my tag list.

Pairing: Severus Snape x OC (Dumbledore’s Granddaughter)

Summary: A talented young witch is employed as an apprentice professor at Hogwarts, but who will she be working under? Severus Snape is not best pleased with his new responsibility of taking on an apprentice, however she is relentless to create a friendship between them. Will she be successful? Or might the friendship just go a little two far? With the eyes of her grandfather constantly watching over them, an attempt at a relationship might not be in the cards for Aria Dumbledore and Severus Snape.

Word Count: 2128

Warnings: n/a

Credits to Gif Creator

Severus Snape spent the next two weeks drowning in fire whiskey. When he returned to his quarters after spending an evening with Miss Dumbledore, he could not get her out of his mind. He hated himself for it, but she had admittedly charmed him with her striking beauty and captivating personally.

Having somewhat sobered up from the evening drinks, Severus took it upon himself to crack open another bottle of Firewhiskey, downing glass by glass until he no longer remembered how he felt about the woman.

The days that followed simply became harder to forget about her, as she would often come calling to his office; private quarters and classroom in search for the brooding Professor. Each time she came knocking Snape shied away from her, keeping his doors locked, and poured yet another measure of the burning liquid down his throat in the hope that she would disappear from his memory all together.

This was not him. He thought to himself. His whole life he had resisted the temptation of women like her. This was not to say he had never felt the touch of another, he had in his youth had his fair share of women upon leaving Hogwarts. But never had he caught feelings like those that were threatening to surface, except for one other woman. The thought of his first love forced yet another glass of whiskey down his throat.

As of now his feelings for Miss Dumbledore were purely physical but he did not want to risk them developing into something much more complex. Vowing never to fall for Aria as he had for Lily Evans, Severus built his walls higher than before, making himself impenetrable to the charms of Miss Dumbledore.

Staring at the bottom of yet another empty glass the Professor knew the only way he could resist his urges and keep the woman away, was to use his feelings for her to fuel his (now) hatred. Every kind word she spoke to him was ammunition for mockery. Every question she asked him was an excuse to belittle her. Soon enough she would take the hint and keep her distance. At the very least it would surely provoke her frustration and spark disagreements between the two. No relationship with the woman would of course be better than a bad relationship, but if he had to settle, he would gladly take the latter.

Reaching the end of yet another bottle Severus dumped the vessel into nearby bin, finally retiring for the night.

Countless bottles of Firewhiskey and Nettle Wine later, the castle gradually begun to fill with numerous Professors and various other members of staff. The school year would resume in two days time and Severus needed to get his act together in order to once again face his new apprentice.

The night before the students were set to arrive via the Hogwarts Express, Headmaster Dumbledore sent out a formal reminder to the staff regarding the start of year feast. Aria was well aware the feast was a tradition here at Hogwarts where a ceremony was held and the new first year students were sorted into their respective houses. She was not, however, aware that the night before the official grand feast the professors sat down to a banquet of their own. It was stated in her letter than all staff were required to attend. Aria assumed this was included more or less for the benefit of Severus, whom she knew would try at all costs to avoid attending, possibly even more so now then any year before, though she wasn't entirely sure why the sallow-skinned Professor had been avoiding her these past weeks.

Admittedly, she missed the man, though they had only really spent a few days together, she was getting used his company and her loneliness only made the days longer. She had tried to talk to him, ask him why he had been avoiding her. However, after receiving no response when she sought him out, and due to their conversation at the Three Broomsticks detailing the man's introverted personality, she decided not to pester him further. Instead, she chose to busy herself preparing alone for the school year. Until the past few days that is, when the castle begun to fill with Professors and she thought she may as well get to know some of them.

Almost instantly Professor McGonagall took Aria under her wing and set about introducing the girl to her fellow colleagues. The two witches got along so fast, Miss Dumbledore almost wished to become her apprentice instead. Sadly, Aria was not particularly skilled in the art of Transfiguration. After a few days of brief meetings with almost all of the staff, Minerva invited Aria to afternoon tea in her office. Getting on like a house on fire, Aria felt all the nerves that had been building up within her over the last month slowly melt away. Minerva happily chatted away with the young woman, feeling she too had found a great friend.

Sooner than Aria may have liked the subject eventually turned to the subject of her mentor, Severus Snape. Minerva couldn't wait to her Miss Dumbledore's thoughts on the man. Although she also considered Severus a close friend, she knew he would not be happy with the situation and was dying to hear of his reaction. It of course came as a great shock to her when Aria Dumbledore began to spill the details of her brief encounters with the Professor.

"He was harsh at first." Aria begun. "I knew he wasn't happy with the arrangement at all, he clearly resented me for coming here and invading his space. He seemed like a very foul man."

Minvera smiled knowingly at the young woman, never had she heard a description so accurate, though she secretly knew he was not all bad. Not that he would ever show it. She thought to herself, of course she was moments away from being proven wrong.

"Don't worry about it too much, my dear. He'll eventually get used to your position here and then he wont be so cruel... simply unpleasant." She chuckled to herself. "He's not truly as hateful as you might think. He does have a heart somewhere in there."

"Oh I know." Aria exclaimed. "It took a few days but we found a rhythm of working that suited us both. Eventually we were getting along quite pleasantly. That was, until the night we had a meal at the Three Broomsticks. Then I have no idea what happened, I haven't seen him since." Miss Dumbledore pondered.

"You and Severus had a meal at the Three Broomsticks." Minerva gawped, her eyes almost falling out of her head in disbelief.

"Yes, he didn't seem too keen on the idea initially, but he seemed to reason with himself and finally came around."

"Aria, my dear, dear girl." Professor McGonagall shook her head, trying to get a grasp of what the young witch was telling her. "You do realise Professor Snape, does not socialise with anyone." Minerva tried to state her point, hoping the woman would catch her drift.

"Yes, he did mention that. I guess he's coming out of his shell." She shrugged.

"No, no, no." Minerva shook her head once again, bringing a palm to her face. "You do not understand. I have known this man since he first came to Hogwarts at the age of twelve. He had rarely shown interest in any other human being his whole life, and he certainly does not go out for meals with his coworkers for a simple chat. Especially not one of your beauty."

"What are you saying?" Aria looked confused, not liking what the older woman was insinuating.

"I'm not saying anything, my dear." McGonagall placed a hand over Aria's, reassuringly. "Except... I consider Severus a close friend, and although he doesn't show it, I believe he feels the same. And never, I mean never, has he agreed to socialise with me just for the fun of it. The man never leaves his chambers, my dear."

What Minvera said stuck with Aria for the rest of the day. She was even more confused than ever now. Why had Severus been avoiding her for so long, if he clearly liked her more than the rest of his colleagues. Why had he spent the time listening to her, talking to her and walking her back to her quarters, to only cut all contact the next day. She knew he was a mysterious man from the moment they met, but this was just plain confusing.

This thought circled in her mind even as she made her way to the Great Hall for the first meal of the semester. Although she knew Severus was required to be there, she presumed he would keep his distance, and with the overwhelming amount of staff and topics to get caught up on she did not expect they would have any conversation at all.

When she arrived the table was already more than half full, but still Severus was no where to be seen.

"My dear, sweet, Granddaughter." Dumbledore beamed. "Come and join us." He beckoned her over, gesturing to the empty space next to his at the top of the table. Thankfully she had been positioned next to Minerva, though she feared for who would take the seat opposite, knowing that almost everyone except one was present. Embarrassed by her Grandfather's introduction she hurriedly sat down, and began talking with Minerva, hoping no one was staring at her too much.

Dumbledore wasted no time in waiting for the final seat to be filled, and it seemed the rest of the staff had forgotten that Severus even existed. That was until, half an hour into the meal, when the doors to the Great Hall, swung open violently, causing a loud and startling bang to echo through the gigantic room. Instantly the ramble of excited chatter stopped, everyone staring at the culprit. Almost immediately upon noticing the bat-like Professor enter the room, cloak billowing behind him, the chatter commenced once more. The Potions master's reputation was more than proven to Miss Dumbledore, as it appeared even the staff did not want to face his wrath. His presence was known and he was feared. This was more than enough to intimidate Aria into keeping her mouth shut for the rest of the meal.

"I'm glad you could finally join us, Severus. Please, sit." Dumbledore spoke softly, grinning at his friend.

Snape did not return the gesture, his features perturbed into an aggravated scowl.

"It is a wonder I even made it here at all, Headmaster." Severus sneered. "I suppose everyone else received a letter, detailing the time of the feast. However, sadly." He spat. "My owl must have fainted on the job, for I did not receive such a thing. Is it your intention, to excluded me, Professor Dumbledore."

The chatter had quietened now, everyone curiously listening in to the dispute. A dispute, which Dumbledore appeared to find rather amusing, evident by the growing grin appearing on his face. Taking a slow sip of wine, Albus let the Professor stand waiting on his answer.

"That is not my intention, at all, Professor Snape. But I assumed due to the ever expanding collection of empty FireWhiskey bottles in your rubbish bin, that you would be, shall we say, preoccupied, at this time." Albus shot him a disapproving look and a small frown before, turning his attention elsewhere.

"How dare you." Snape raged, ready to continue the argument Professor Dumbledore deemed complete.

"Take a seat, Severus, before you miss any more of the meal." Albus continued, like he had not just outed Severus' small drinking problem to the whole of the staff. This however, was the incentive Severus needed to sober up and act professionally once more. He knew this was a warning from his employer and if he continued his antics his job would be on the line. His replacement was already lined up. He thought, reluctantly taking his seat across from said woman.

As everyone had, Aria couldn't help but listen to the conversation unfold. Terrified of catching Severus' eye, she focused on the three rogue peas that danced around her fork. She thought about the Professor sitting alone all those nights he had ignored her, downing glass after glass of whiskey. Knowing him, he didn't seem the type to have a problem like that. He was clearly a very disciplined man with rock solid self-control. So what on earth could have forced him to act in such a self-destructive manner?

At least now she had an answer as to what he had been up to while avoiding her all this time but the main question still remained. Why?

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palaugranetes · 3 years

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🔵BLAUGRANETS🔴

Arnau: Has anyone ever told you a plank of wood would do a better job at acting than you? @Riqui

Francisco: 🤭🤭🤭🤭

Ronald: I mean, you gotta give him credit though, he acts like he has some sense sometimes.

Arnau: 😂

Riqui: Ha ha ha hilarious

Arnau: I wish I was kidding.

Riqui: Has anyone told you you are as funny as a doorknob?

Arnau: 😒

Riqui: 😗✌🏻

Riqui: Night night idiots.. big match tomorrow.

Ronald: Yes run along little one.

Riqui: Shut it tree.

27 March 2021

Ansu: So no Riqui...

Iñaki: Man that really sucks

.....

Ansu: There have been more cards in this damn match than goals.. wake up dammit.

Arnau: How many damn shots.. off target.

Ansu: *insert "paaaaiiiiiinnn" gif*

Iñaki: I am falling asleep... score already!!

Arnau: Surprise surprise.

......

Ansu: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!

Pedri: How was that a red card??!

Ronald: He didn't even touch him😂😂😂

Ronald: What was that?!

Ansu: @Oscar you should have decked the ref while you're at it.. you were being sent off anyways.

Ronald:😂

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Oscar: 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬😤😤😤

Pedri: Understandable.

Oscar: You guys saw it.. I was not hallucinating it right!?

Iñaki: We saw

Pedri: You were not

Riqui: Why do I even bother coming to this..

Pedri: It really is messed up.

Riqui: Thanks

Pedri: No really, I think you would have truly made a difference.

Riqui: 😭💙💙💙

Frenkie: Hello.. This is Frenkie's ghost saying if I see a ball in the coming 24 hours I'm gonna lose it.

Sergiño: You are probably going to bro.

Frenkie: 😣😣😣 I know

Francisco: Get some rest..

Riqui: Congrats on your goal bro @Francisco

Francisco: ❤❤❤

Frenkie: I plan to.

Ronald: Two opposites of the playing spectrum Frenkie and Riqui.

Pedri: Balance.. where is it

Ansu: A myth.

Frenkie: Night night guys 💙❤

Francisco: Sleep well mano✌🏻💙❤

Riqui:"Ronald: The opposites of the playing spectrum Frenkie and Riqui." SIGHS..

Pedri: 😕 I'm sure we'll have balance soon.

Ansu: With how things are going!?

Pedri: Shhhhhh

Ansu: 🙄

Pedri: Night night guys! Match tomorrow ✌🏻❤💛

28 March 2021

Ilaix:

Ilaix: So true @Sergiño so true.

Sergiño: bro he was the first name to pop up in my head.

Ilaix: Accurate though.

Arnau: Agreed

Riqui: Our resident "Sensitive boy"

Ilaix: 😌😌😌😌😌

....

Arnau: Who apparently has disappeared.

Ilaix: Where are you @Ansu come and face the music.

....

Riqui: Well he ignored your asses so hard.

Arnau: 😒😒

Ilaix:

Dembz: Shamelessly😌

Sergiño: 🤝🏽

Dembz: 😉😉

Ansu: It was only ONE TIME @Ilaix

Ilaix: Sure it was

Ansu: TONY STARK D WORDED WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?!

Ilaix: I wasn't talking about that bro.. we all shed tears that day

Ansu: shut up

Riqui: 👀

Francisco: What are you talking about then?

Ansu: No

Arnau: Say it

Ansu: No

Ansu: Moving on

Ansu: Who is Gerrard?

Sergiño: 🤦🏽‍♂️

Ilaix: Don't change the subject!

Ilaix: This video was like "When in doubt say Leo"

Pedri: As they should

JC: "I cannot speak spanish yet, but seems like he's a funny guy" yes he's hilarious @Sergiño

JC: He is just a bag of laughs isn't he.

Francisco: Is Gerard your summoning word dude?

JC: I am always here.. reading

Francisco: D'accord...

Riqui: Look at you 👏🏻👏🏻

Francisco: Gracies nanu 💙

Riqui: 🥺

Riqui: Best of luck tonight @Pedri 💪🏻💪🏻

Dembz: Who is Ricky?

Pedri: Rubio?

Dembz: He is but

Dembz: No

Ilaix: 😂😂😂😂

Riqui: Miralem MY NAME IS EVERYWHERE HOW EVEN

Pedri: "Riqui: Best of luck tonight @Pedri 💪🏻💪🏻" ❤💛❤💛❤

Ronald: Love this.. I'm gonna start calling you Ricky now

Riqui: Shut up Ronron

Ronald: Not happening Ricky

Oscar: I mean.. you walked into that one.

Ronald: hush

Ansu: Typos is what that video is about.

Carlitos: Ricky 😂 Gerrard 😂

Carlitos: I shouldn't be laughing at typos but I am kinda really bored watching Les Tres Bessones with Luki

Oscar: Curly watching Curly people.

Oscar: Cute

Ansu: Relatability

Riqui: I LOVE THEM

Arnau: Of course you do.

Sergiño: So Mira was not wrong when he guessed you'd be the one to memorize Disney songs huh

Ilaix: 😂

Pedri: He also said he's the youngest... he's not

Pedri: He's just the tiniest 😬😬

Dembz: 😂😂😂😂😂😂

Riqui: Bro.. that cut... deep

Francisco: Always a surprise with this one

Carlitos: 😂😂😂He's not wrong

Arnau: One of us is missing and I haven't heard a peep out of him since yesterday.

Oscar: He's probably taking a nap between naps.

Iñaki: He is not

Riqui: @Iñaki has the tree said anything about what we discussed??

Riqui: You know what, I'll talk to you on PM.

Iñaki: Okay

Carlitos: 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

Oscar: What is he planning?

Carlitos: How would I know I'm in Madrid

29 March 2021

Ansu: I gotta say.. I'm kinda hurt

Ansu:

Ansu: So what if he is your neighbor

Ansu: I dare you. I double dare you

Ansu: DO IT

JC: 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

JC: I will pay good money to see that happen.

Riqui: Remember when Leo dyed his hair blond?!

Pedri: I was so shook. I almost did it myself🙄

Riqui: OMG

Pedri: But then I thought about it and decided not to.

Ilaix: Your mom said no, didn't she.

Pedri: She did yeah 🙄🙄🙄

Oscar: 😂😂😂😂

Ansu: When Geri threatened us

Ansu:

JC: We still are very much 😥😥😓😟

Oscar: He really is taking his sweet time with you and rizos.

JC: I HATE IT.

Ansu:

Riqui: AND THEY WERE DELICIOUS!

Ronald: Sure they were

Riqui: WHY ARE YOU ON MY CASE THESE DAYS!! GO AWAY

Ronald: Tough.

Ansu: I expected more from you @Dembz tsk tsk tsk

Ansu:

Dembz: That movie question took me out.. There were so many I couldn't decide

Ansu: Excuses

Dembz: 😒😒😒😒😒

Carlitos: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tFmYUIGBjDE

Carlitos: @Riqui look away

Riqui: I hate you

Iñaki: Remember Los Protegidos?? I used to love that show!!

Ronald: Guys...

Carlitos: "Iñaki: Remember Los Protegidos?? I used to love that show!!" OH WOW, WHAT A BLAST!! It was amazing!!

Iñaki: YES!!

Oscar: "Ronald: Guys..." Yes?

Ronald: Where's Frenkie?

Francisco: He is probably sleeping. HE BETTER BE

Ronald: Good point

Carlitos: "Iñaki: YES!!" SI O NO? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zOyXiZkGoeU

Iñaki: 🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂

Oscar: I was so happy when the reboot news came out!!

Carlitos: YEEESSSS

Francisco: I feel bad for Frenks

Arnau: the amount of messages he is going to wake up to is gonna make him freak out

Francisco: That and I feel he won't get benched on Monday

30 March 2021

Riqui: Imagine not having Leo or Frenks for El Clasico

Arnau: No thank you

Ronald: GOD

Riqui: We know both will play.

Ronald: Sadly

Dembz: We should all get the yellows on their behalves

Riqui: With the 5 minutes I will probably be getting?!

Dembz: Rephrasing, the ones who start on Monday should volunteer to do their work

Dembz: Better?

Francisco: So you Serg and Oscar and possibly Ronald

Ronald: Gladly

Oscar: You know I am always ready to fight anyone

Dembz: I said Yellow cards Oscar NOT RED

Oscar: Yes yes

Riqui: 😂😂😂😂😂😂

Iñaki: Another way we can help Frenkie is if we all go to sleep now.

Riqui: Not sure if you're 22 or 82

Iñaki: Both now go to sleep

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normal-thoughts-official · 4 years

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i'm not trans but i want to write trans magnus, what are ig the dos and don'ts? (only if you dont mind <3)

i don't mind! happy to reply to those. altho i'll be real, there's a lot of stuff, so it's a bit hard, which is why i'd say that my first tip is to have a sensitivity reader (even better if it's multiple). i even offer to do that, more trans magnus content is what i want! so i'd tell you to consider that

i'm going to make a list, but i ask you that first of all, you try to understand the reasons why i'm saying what i'm saying (i'm trying to outline them as clearly as possible) instead of just taking it as a checklist of what you're supposed to write or not. the most important thing is that you understand why certain things are/can be harmful, and approach them accordingly. there is rarely ever going to be a rule like "EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU DO THIS THAT'S TRANSPHOBIC". it depends a lot on the story and how you do it

(sidenote: of course there are things that ARE always transphobic, like using men in dresses as the butt of a joke. but that's not the case for most things, and I hope this kind of very obviously transphobic trope is already understood to not be a good thing doiajdsoija)

other than that, i think the first things that come to mind are the following (i'll try to have more do's than don't's cuz i feel like giving you a path to follow is more helpful than paths NOT to):

DO research about transphobic tropes in media and make sure you understand why they are harmful. that's a great way to avoid the most glaringly obvious Bad Takes™

DO try to understand your character's identity as much as you can. are they a trans man/woman? are they nonbinary? if they are nonbinary, what do they identify with? you don't have to have a fully fleshed out identity, but at least know whether they lean more towards neutral, fluid, multiple gendered, outside of the gender binary, etc. if you want a culturally specific gender, KNOW WHICH ONE. have details. and do your research on that. i don't recommend doing that if you don't know exactly what you're talking about

DO try to incorporate the character being trans into your understanding of their backstory. did they have help from their community? what was that like? how did that influence other parts of their story? when did they realize and when did they come out? being trans is going to have an impact on a person's story, so the more you know about that, the more you can build a character that feels real, not a cis person with "trans" slapped on their forehead

however, DON'T have their entire backstory and life be about them being trans. that's not how it works with anyone. you want to understand how being trans intersects with their life, not reduce everything about them to being trans. your goal here should be to incorporate the aspects that are related to that person being trans and the ones that are not into one thing that feels cohesive, because that how it works

DO wait until it's pertinent to mention the fact that your character is trans. it's kind of *sigh* when the fic starts like "Magnus Bane (who is trans) was buying groceries". that feels like what i just mentioned in the last don't: everything revolves around him being trans. you don't want that. if it only comes up halfway through the fic, then it only comes up halfway through the fic. i actually think that's kinda rad because it really normalizes a character being trans, but it all depends on what the rest of the story is like

DO approach their transness like any other element in the story. if it's a light-hearted story, you don't have to approach their transness from an angsty perspective. that doesn't even necessarily mean u can't approach transphobia as a topic, but it's just weird when the whole fic is happy and upbeat and then suddenly there's an on-screen transphobic microaggression and the person is very sad, and then back to upbeat. if you really want to broach this topic on your light-hearted fic, you can do it in ways such as "*flops down on the couch* god, i'm exhausted. some asshat tried to pick up a fight with me today" you know? again, i'm not saying "don't talk about X or Y subject", you just don't want the tone to be completely different from the rest of your story. it feels not only like his transness is out of place (which alienates the reader) but also like just... bad writing, i guess you don't have to take that as an absolute rule, just... as with anything else you're writing, make sure that it fits the story you're telling. if it's gonna have a different tone when u mention something, know why and how you want to do it

DON'T feel obligated to approach every aspect of their identity/backstory/everything they face as a trans person. it's good that you, the author, know it, so you can even know what is or isn't important to mention. but you don't have to give the reader a whole exposé on his transness. approach what's relevant

DO include them making jokes, puns about being trans, having other trans friends, etc. it just feels more real and we do all that all the time. it's just unrealistic for a trans person to hear the word "transparent" and not crack a joke (with people they feel safe with, of course)

when you do mention them being trans, please DON'T treat it like a big deal. when the whole narrative stops so you can mention that a character is trans, it just feels like their transness is a spectacle for a cis reader. similarly, if the reader can tell that their reaction is supposed to be like "*gasp!*" it just feels like trans people aren't supposed to be seen as normal. i'm talking specifically about how the narrative treats it here, not necessarily what happens in the story. you could have a scene where the character comes out, for example, and then of course this is going to be a big deal for them. but there's that, and then there is "magnus bane put on his binder. that's right, hE IS TRANS!". a trope i wouldn't call harmful but that i particularly hate and turns me immediatelly off any story, particularly, is the thing where the character is like "I put on my binder, getting ready for school. I am trans, and anyone who has a problem with it can fight me". no one thinks about how they are trans every time they do anything that's related to their transition. that'd be exhausting. you don't brush your teeth and are like "that's right. MY TEETH NEED CLEANING! i want to avoid caries, because i am human and that might happen"

DO try to think of every element of how they express their transness in relation to that character. you don't have to outline the reasons in the story (that'd be exhausting) but don't just go "well, magnus is trans, therefore he wears a binder and a packer, wants surgery, and [list of Transmasculine Traits™]". WOULD magnus want a binder? WOULD he want a packer? remember that those things are all choices, not a checklist that determine whether or not you're trans. each trans person is an individual, and thus each trans person's relationship with their transness and how they express it is different. so treat your character as such

DON'T make him being trans something that is only used for sad things!!!!!! again, i'm not saying "you can't approach transphobia", but if him being trans only comes up when it's to bring Bad Things His Way, it just feels like being trans = bad for you. know what i mean? try to mention it in neutral or positive ways more than you do in negative ways. a few things that i think are positive: you get to choose your own name, you get to rethink every bit of how you want to express yourself instead of just following a script, you get a lot of friends who Get It, you have the jokes about all the guys named Skylar, the flag is cute, transitioning feels so good! every new thing is a discovery. coming out as trans and transitioning is very liberating, it feels like you are so much more real. sex feels a lot less like a scripted ordeal when you have a completely different relationship with your body, i feel like trans ppl naturally communicate a lot more about sex and explore a lot more of different ways to touch their bodies even when they don't necessarily have genital dysphoria. the puns and jokes are also a nice bonus. the slang is so fucking funny. you learn a lot about your body and hormones and the such just from having friends who hormonize and looked up every detail. as for neutral things, just being like "magnus put on his binder" is a neutral thing. it's just a part of his life! when you only remember that a character is trans because they are going through violence, it just makes people scared of being trans

and i guess those are the most important pointers? just, don't make trans identity a whump thing and remember that not every trans person is the same, build that character just like you do any other. if anyone wants to add more stuff, feel free to! i have a tendency to forget to mention or explain certain things (like "don't make trans ppl the butt of a joke") because to me they are obvious and i forget that they aren't obvious outside of trans circles. i have very few cis friends (that's something that makes a difference too) so ya know. diajsda

another tip i think can be helpful is, if you're uncertain whether or not something sounds natural, try to imagine that instead of talking about a trans character, you're talking about a person who wants to be a mechanic. when you're building a character who wants to be a mechanic, that can be part of a super angsty backstory about how they lost their parents in a car crash due to a car malfuction... or not. it can have relevance to a certain point of the story, or not. it can fit naturally into this part, or it can feel like you just really want the reader to know that the person wants to be a mechanic. it can be integral to the plot, or it can be just another thing about that character. you know? that sounds kinda lame, but i think it's a good way to try to think about what you're writing without all the pre-conceptions and pressure not to Fuck Up Your Representation. idk, something to try out and consider whether or not works for you

if you have any questions, let me know! and ask other trans ppl about their perspectives too, i'm just one person. if you want a sensitivity reader, i'd really be super happy to help :) just DM me, or whatever you feel more comfortable with

#ask #anonymous #societal issues #idk how to tag this lol #sh #trans magnus bane #long post

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alexhogh7137 · 4 years

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The Battle Between Love and Fire-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four: The Truth

Word Count 2.8k

Warnings: heavy angst, mentions of death

Ever since Rollo told Ivar of his many ships being destroyed, Ivar has been extremely temperamental. Making you very uneasy and worried for you and the baby's safety. Hvitserk has been joined at your hip, keeping you away from him while he is having his outbursts. Ubbe has taken it upon himself to reach out to Rollo and offer some of our ships so that he can make the set schedule for the siege of Wessex. We all want to get this battle over with and do not wish to prolong it any further. If we do so, the risk of your father either finding out about the attack or coming to Kattegat to kill you is very high. So now you all have to wait and Ivar has been staring at Hvitserk all night.

Ivar throws his horn of ale at him from across the room, hitting him right in the face.

"IVAR!"

Ivar snickers, "What is wrong with you brother, huh?!"

"Ivar, stop it." You said firmly.

Hvitserk scuffs, "You know exactly what is wrong with me." He growled.

Ivar "I know no such thing. Why don't you enlighten me, hmm?"

"Ivar just leave him b-"

Ivar "Shut your mouth!" He spat in your face. You sink into your throne and try not to let your emotions get the best of you. Ubbe gets out of his seat and stands next to you while Hvitserk gets into Ivar's face.

Hvitserk "Why don't you tell her the truth, huh?"

Ivar "What truth are you speaking of?"

Hvitserk "You know exactly what I am talking about. You lied to her Ivar..you lied to your wife." Ivar snickers and runs his tongue over his front teeth.

"She deserves the truth brother, does she not-"

Ivar "Tell you what, if you don't like the way I treat her, why don't you marry her hmm?"

Hvitserk chuckles, "Oh I would in a heartbeat. But I know that you would not allow such a thing, would you Ivar the Boneless?"

Ivar "No..you are right. I would not-"

Hvitserk "Then I will say it again, tell her the truth Ivar. If you do not, then I will."

Ivar gets up and offers you his hand but you hesitate. Ubbe walks in front of you just in case.

Ivar "If you want to know the truth, then come with me."

Ubbe "And where will you be taking her?"

Ivar "She is my wife, that is none of your concern. Y/n-" you hesitate once more but end up taking his hand as he leads you to your chamber's.

…

You sit down on the bed, keeping your arms crossed to your belly and your head held high to show your dominance even though you are terrified.

Ivar sighs, "I lied to you, princess."

"Yes, I have gathered that."

Ivar "I want to apologize-"

"Don't apologize to me, just tell me the truth."

Ivar "You will hate me when I do."

"I will not hate you, I will if you continue to lie to my face. I am your wife Ivar, don't I deserve respect?"

Ivar "Of course you do, my love." That word no longer has the same effect it did previous. It is only a word now.

"So then tell me. Which part is untrue."

Ivar sits down beside you and takes your hand in his own and opens his mouth to talk.

Ivar "Freydis did not leave Baldur out in the woods."

"Then who di-...Ivar."

Ivar "I did-" you rip your hands away from him and get up to pace around the room. You are sick to your stomach. The man that you have married, your best friend..has just told you that he killed his own child. "I did it to end his suffering-"

"WHAT SUFFERING, HE WAS A BABY?!"

Ivar "He was deformed."

"You are deformed Ivar, but here you are! You do not kill children for their deformities!"

Ivar "I know what I went through my whole life Y/n, I did not wish for him to share the same fate. It was mercy-"

"Mercy..MERCY!? How old was he Ivar?" He did not answer. "How.old.was.he?"

Ivar "A day old." You burst out into tears right then and there. You hold your stomach to try and ease the nausea. "I did the right thing."

"How could you say that to me Ivar? He was an infant! He didn't even have the chance to open his eyes. How can you tell me, when I am with child, that leaving that baby in the woods to die was the right thing to do?"

Ivar "I felt at the time that that was merciful, princess."

"Tell me this Ivar. If my daughter is deformed at birth, gods forbid, would she share the same fate as Baldur?"

Ivar "Of course not."

"Why is my daughter any different than Baldur?"

Ivar "I…I love you more than I ever did Freydis." He gets up and tries to touch you but you move him away.

"I...I need you to leave me be."

Ivar "My love-"

"Do not call me that."

Ivar "Why can't I?"

"Because you lied to me about murdering your own child."

Ivar "He was not mine."

"Why does that even matter, Ivar? He was still an innocent, perfect baby."

Ivar "He was not perfect."

"To you he was not, but to Freydis, I am sure that he was more than perfect." Ivar starts to cry now. "Tell me one more thing, why did you kill Freydis. The truth this time."

Ivar "She sided with my brothers over me," you think to yourself, I wonder why? "She betrayed me and let them into the gates.. I had to retreat from my own kingdom."

"So you killed her for that?" He nods, "I see. You can go now."

Ivar "Y/n-"

"I need time to think Ivar. I do not want to see you right now. Please go." Ivar leaves and you lock the door behind him. You lay down on the bed and sob until you fall asleep from exhaustion.

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When you awake, your head starts to pound. Your stomach is nauseous and all you can think about is Freydis and little Baldur. The thoughts running through your mind are: is he going to kill you like he did Freydis, is he going to kill your daughter if she is deformed? You attempt to get out of bed but the room starts to move on its own, making you sit back down immediately. You face plant your head in your hands and begin to cry again and again. How could Ivar, the man you thought was so different then the rest, so different from your father, do that? It turns out that he is all the same.

Soon after, you hear a knock on the door and you get up to open it. Your eyes are so swollen from the stream of tears throughout the night and your balance is not that great. But you wipe your strays away and open up the door to find Ivar standing in the doorway. You immediately go to shut the door but he stops it with his crutch.

Ivar "Please just...let me in."

"I don't-"

Ivar "Please. Let me make this right."

You let him in with a few seconds of hesitation and then he enters the room. He takes a good look at you and sighs.

Ivar "Oh my love," he reaches to touch your face and you flinch, "Y/n, I would never hurt you." All you do is hold up your wrist and show him the bruising on your wrists in the form of fingermarks. "Who did that to you?!"

"You did Ivar!" He takes a step back and his breath hitches.

Ivar "W-when?"

"When you found out about Rollo's ships. Hvitserk and I walked into the hall and you freaked out."

Ivar "Y/n I swear I do not remember doing that to you."

"I believe you Ivar, I really do."

Ivar "Is that why you have been flinching every time I touched you for the past few days?"

"Yes."

Ivar "Oh my love I am so so sorry."

"Is that the truth?"

Ivar "Of course it is! Y/n I love you more than life itself." You don't know what to say so you decide not to respond. So he reacts by pulling you into his chest. Like always, you can't help but melt into his arms. He rubs the back of your head to calm your senses and whispers 'I'm so sorry' over and over again. When you pull back, he has tears in his eyes.

"Promise to never lie to me ever again."

Ivar "I swear it..on my arm ring."

"If you do, I could never forgive you Ivar. I can never look at you the same but I can try to forgive you..but give me time."

Ivar "O-okay."

"Have you heard from Rollo?"

Ivar "Not yet. Ubbe told me what he sent, so hopefully Rollo agrees and we can continue as planned."

You agree and then rub your head and slowly walk to sit back down on the bed.

Ivar "My love, are you alright?"

"Just..very drained."

Ivar "What can I do?"

"Nothing. Last night was just an emotional rollercoaster.."

Ivar "Again, I am so sorry."

"Have my dragon's been fed?" You try to change the subject as best as possible because the more you think about that poor infant, you feel sick to your stomach.

Ivar "Of course."

"Very good. I will be out soon, okay?"

Ivar "Let me help you get dressed," you open your mouth and he could tell that you were going to say no, "please..let me help my wife." You huff and he helps you off the bed and undresses you to put on the proper wear for today's cold temperatures. He goes easy when he reaches your wrists and then kisses them once they are fully covered so the people wouldn't talk.

Ivar "Perfect."

"Thank you."

Ivar "Can you eat?"

"I'm sure I will be able to later, but not right now."

Ivar sighs, "Alright.." he walks with you hand in hand, out the door to the hall.

…

When you see Hvitserk you immediately break down into tears once more, so much so that you run back into your chambers and shut the door. Hvitserk knew right then and there that Ivar in fact told you the truth of the horrid things that he has done. He knew that it would break you but he also knew that you needed to know the truth of his past. Hvitserk runs to you but Ivar stops him.

Ivar "Don't..she needs time-"

Hvitserk "Yes, but from you not me." Ivar lets him go and walks off like he didn't just say what he just said. Ivar is good at hiding his emotions that aren't related to anger.

When Hvitserk sees you, you are on the floor with your head in your lap. His heart aches when he hears your soft whimpers coming from your lips. He makes his way over to you and falls to the ground beside you. As soon as you sensed his presence, you placed your head in his lap.

Hvitserk "Oh kitten.."

"Why did he do that?" You cried out.

Hvitserk "I wish I knew, sweetheart. But it is best for everyone who knows that we don't know why." He holds you until you are able to talk without hyperventilating. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear, he even sings you a lullaby that used to help him as a kid.

Hvitserk "Better?" He asked as you rose from his lap.

"No, I just don't think I can cry anymore."

Hvitserk "I know that the truth is hard. Believe me, I've known as well as Ubbe and Torvi for a long while. Bjorn and I are the ones who found Freydis and the baby.."

"What?"

Hvitserk nods, "After Bjorn and I got through Ivar's men, Ivar was nowhere to be found. But Freydis was...sh-she was on the bed along with little Baldur. That is something I will never be able to unsee."

"If you and Bjron drove him away from Kattegat, how is he king?"

Hvitserk "Long story." He chuckles.

"Tell me. You are the only one I believe."

Hvitserk "Alright kitten.." he tells you every bit of importance: how after Ivar left, he had nightmares about Ivar trying to kill him so he drank and ate shrooms to help but it only made him worse. How Bjorn banished him out of Kattegat, even tried to kill him but Ubbe helped persuade him to not go through with it. How he came across a kingdom in Novgorod and found Ivar there. Then he explained how he sided with Ivar and went to war with Bjorn to get their home back. And in doing so, Ivar killed Bjorn in battle and took over the throne.

"I am just glad that you are here Hvitserk."

Hvitserk "I will always be here for you, my sweet. You and that little girl in there will always have me, okay?"

"Okay. I love you."

Hvitserk "I love you most."

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When you and Hvitserk come out of the room, you hear the horn get blown. But it is not the typical horn, it is the ship horn. Who is here? You run to Ivar, despite your anger towards him, he is still your husband and your king. Once he sees you, he grabs your waist and holds you close.

Hvitserk "Who is here Ivar?"

Ivar "I don't know. We weren't expecting anyone." Ivar looks at Ubbe as a 'go on and look'. You, Ivar and Hvitserk wait for Ubbe to return with anxiety running through your veins.

Hvitserk "Seriously, who could it be-"

Ubbe "Its...it's Rollo." And right then in there, your heart sunk to the floor. The only reason why he would be here is to retrieve the ships, and in doing so, that meant the siege was to happen immediately. None of you are prepared to go to battle today, you especially.

Ivar "Why is he-" he gets interrupted by Rollo himself coming into the doorway.

Rollo "Ivar!"

Ivar "What are you doing here, Rollo?"

Rollo frowns in confusion, "I'm retrieving my ships that Ubbe has promised me." Ivar looks at Ubbe in complete disgust. Ivar's grip tightens around your waist. "Ahh princess! You are with child!?"

"Oh yes. I was carrying when I met you but you could not tell from what happened to me.."

Rollo "Oh I am so very happy for you!"

"Thank you kindly."

Ivar "Rollo, we cannot fight on this day."

Rollo's smile disappears, "This siege has been postponed numerous times..I am here now and you are telling me no?" He isn't wrong, things have happened that have caused this battle to be postponed multiple times that you can understand his frustration.

Ivar "You have no idea of our last few days, so yes. I am telling you no, Rollo. You come into my kingdom, unannounced and expecting me and my people to be ready on your command? No no no, that's not how this works."

Rollo "It doesn't?"

Ivar clenches his jaw and pushes you to Hvitserk for him to grab you, which he does and puts you behind him. Ivar gets into Rollo's face, "I am the king of Kattegat, you are in my kingdom. You show up here, demanding the ships that my dear brother promised you...when you did not even write back.. now you know that was wrong on your part huh?" Rollo does not respond, "Now you can stay here in Kattegat if you wish but I will tell you again..we will not fight on this day. My wife is in no state of mind to fight her battle."

Rollo "Is this true? Are you unwell?"

"That is none of your concern."

Rollo chuckles, "Like husband, like wife..I suppose."

Ivar "Now I am not telling you that we cannot fight in a day or two but I will tell you no on this day. Are we clear?"

Rollo "We are clear, dear Ivar. But I will tell you this, if you and your army...and your precious wife are not prepared for battle in two days time, you can expect me and my army to not help you in your cause. Are we clear?" He said sternly.

Ivar frowns and tries not to get enraged at the way Rollo just talked to him, "Of course." You watch Rollo and his personal guard walk out of the hall. Some of your people helped Rollo find an open cabin to stay in while you prepare for battle. This week just keeps getting scarier and scarier. Now you have to mentally prepare to see your father in two days time, after finding out that your husband left an infant in the woods to die. Your mind is racing a mile a minute when Ubbe walks up to you with tears in his eyes and only says two words, "I'm sorry."

@hvitserkmarcosource @youbloodymadgenius @ivarsgoddess @a-mess-of-fandoms @heavenly1927 @saldelys @conaionaru @readsalot73 @herestherealproblem

#the battle between love and fire #alex hogh andersen #ivar the boneless #hvitserk #vikings #ubbe lothbrok #marcoilsø #marco ils?#jordan patrick smith

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awed-frog · 4 years

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Hey! I just finished high school and I'm about to go and study linguistics at university. I keep fluctuating between excitement and anxiety about basically everything in the future--do you have any advice for that stage of life in general? (If that's too general or you're busy or whatever, don't bother, I just felt like you might have some wisdom)

Hello and congrats on your A-levels or Maturité or whatever the name is in your country! It must be a great feeling to be done with all that stuff! And don’t worry - it’s completely normal to be all over the place right now, this is a big moment in your life!

I’m not sure my opinion will be useful to you, but here are a few thoughts.

1) The world out there is probably not as you imagined it, so be patient and flexible. Like - the subject you chose to study might not be what you’re actually interested in; if you’re moving to go to uni, the new city might be different from what you were expecting (and if you’re staying home, the relationship with your parents might not develop or change the way you wanted it to); and, most of all, life on campus is probably not going to match what you’ve been seeing over and over in movies and shows. All of that is okay. ‘Different’ doesn’t necessarily mean ‘worse’. Take your time, be patient, switch your major if you have to, and above all don’t be afraid to reach out for help - talk to your tutors, professors, to other students, to the librarians, to the mental health service if you feel like you need them. Everything is new, but you’re not alone in this. Even the most famous and respected professor was once a nervous 19-yo, so they know what you’re going through and will help you out if you give them the chance to.

2) This brings me to the second thing: in uni, stuff gets messy very quickly. If you were a good student in high school, you probably got into the habit of improvising, doing assignments at the last minute, pulling all-nighters and the like. In uni, that won’t work. Go to your classes, take good notes, do the assigned reading and try to keep everything on schedule as much as possible. Never underestimate how long something will take, and if it looks like you won’t be able to complete something on time, speak with your advisor or tutor at once and work out a solution with them. In my experience, there is a lot of tolerance but professors also get annoyed by last-minute excuses.

3) Reaching out and asking for help is also a good way to stay safe, which was my third point. Not to go all mom on you, but change is always stressful, so be mindful of that. For instance, I know it’s sometimes tempting to become a whole new person when you go to uni, but if possible, don’t give up your old life all at once and/or 100%. Find a way to keep practicing your favourite sport or craft, keep in touch with high school friends, remember your parents will probably be happy to hear from you more than once a month. Holding on to what you liked of your ‘child’ self will help you a lot in managing the stress of building the adult self you’re now becoming.

4) On a related note: uni is often a time for experimenting, which is great - but while some mistakes are unavoidable, try to limit the damage. Always practice safe sex, tell your friends where you’re going to be if you go to someone’s house, keep the age difference with your sexual and romantic partners down to a reasonable number, drink in moderation (and be aware of the risks: never ever drink lots of strong alcohol in a short period of time!), do your research when it comes to drugs (my advice would be, avoid them completely - but if you don’t, please be smart about it), ask yourself if you’ll really want a quirky tattoo on your nose when you’re forty and if you moved to a new city, do some research about safety, risky areas, crime or whatever else. I know you feel all grown-up and society is pushing you to be adult and efficient and pay taxes and all that stuff, but your brain won’t be done developing until you’re 25 or so. That means your risk/reward centre is still a bit wonky, so be aware of that!

5) Finally: be curious. You have the amazing opportunity to discover a lot of new things - take advantage of it! Do your assigned reading, follow up on footnotes about other articles, pick up interesting books, go to random lectures in your free time, wander into that weird Kieślowski retrospective, try new sports or activities, take the time to meet new people. There’ll be time to binge on Netflix when you’re old; now there’s better stuff to do. Plus, you never know where the connections you make and the knowledge you gather will lead you. My entire life basically happened the way it did because I had a sudden crush on a professor and started taking his classes, and I don’t regret it for a second. One of my friends is now doing a PhD on a subject he never meant to study - he just walked into the wrong classroom during his first week, was too shy to leave and got hooked. Another one is now a theatre director - he started drama classes because he fell in love with some girl, the relationship didn’t last but still changed everything for him. I know people who switched from economics to musicology and from Latin to obstetrics, people who left for a semester abroad and never came back, people who took road trips with strangers they would later marry, and all of them are very happy about where they ended up. So while it’s good to have a plan of sorts, keep your eyes open and allow fate and serendipity to work their magic.

[And if things don’t work out: everything can be fixed. Please remember that. I know some stuff can feel like the end of the world, but as grim as it sounds, death is the only real end of the world. Everything else - everything, no matter how dramatic and traumatic and unexpected - can be fixed. And I’m sorry if this is a bit dark, but I saw many people freak out about exam results, or panic about deadlines, or feel like their lives are over because of some other reason - please stay safe and keep others safe as much as you can.

Seriously: everything can be fixed.]

Anyway - good luck and my very best wishes! Linguistics is awesome, I hope you’ll have tons of fun with it!

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Jude & Jac

Jude: [post rave] Jude: you can stop your 1 woman campaign now, freshers looks fun, I admit it Jac: That's why they give out free shit and throw these things Jac: convince people like you, good to know you've fallen for it 🎣😏 Jude: I'm convinced enough to crash Trinity's 😜✌ Jude: here on out Jac: good luck, jailbait Jac: the two years you've got left in school show 👶 Jac: you can't even grow unconvincing facial hair like the boys in my year Jude: nah they don't, why ma & da get so stressed every time I leave the house 💋👗👠 Jac: Predators enjoying the fact you think so is another issue entirely Jude: 🙄😏 Jude: can never just have a nice chat with you Jac: What do you need to chat about? Jude: what do YOU need to chat about? Jac: That was an...attempt, I'll give you that Jude: alright, here's the nudge, her name starts with S & last time she was ranked she was at like a 4 Jude: but I'm willing to bump her up in light of recent events Jac: You've reconnected and + 1 up, have you? Jac: That's nice Jude: taking a decent 📷 is good for a few points Jude: probs should lose 'em again when it's dad 👍 but whatever Jac: Very generous Jac: do appreciate you keeping your 👍 to yourself Jac: what do you wanna ask then? Jude: ikr I'm in a generous mood Jude: I'm not forcing you into a q & a Jude: I just think it's good you're mates again Jude: be a bit weird having her there & not Jude: some girl isn't gonna be there 📷 to turn her into a headless 👻 whenever shit gets awkward Jac: That your professional opinion, captain obvious? Jac: well, cheers for your blessing, like Jude: I could tell you were waiting for it so Jac: Clearly Jac: the little you think about has always been my GREATEST concern 😏 Jac: and she'll be up and over the 🌙 at her new score, of course Jude: all I REALLY wanna know is if she has a 🌾🐄 accent now, like? be honest Jude: it's still silver 🥄 yeah? Jac: Err, come on, it was NEVER Southside Jac: and even if it was, that'd count for NOTHING here Jac: so posh some of 'em it's a speech impediment Jude: so you're saying she don't fit right in with the 👸🤴 & qualifies as a bit of rough instead Jude: gutted for her Jude: her ma'd be even more 💔 wonder how she is Jac: That isn't funny, Jude Jude: not about her mum, that was well sad Jude: posh boys not thinking Sav is, is a bit though Jac: Have you ever tried engaging your brain before you speak Jac: not being completely insensitive should not be this hard for you Jude: ?? Jac: Don't ?? at me Jac: you say it's 'well sad' but you're the one that cracked a joke in the first place Jude: I didn't Jude: not about that Jac: I'm not pulling it from nowhere, it's still on my screen Jac: I don't think you realize how badly you come across half the time Jude: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come across like a massive dickhead Jude: I think Sav's alright, I'm not trying to take the piss out of her Jac: Well it's alright this time 'cos you only said it in front of me Jude: be going a bit far to check in with her Jude: not weird at all Jac: you're saying I SHOULD put it past you? Jac: you are weird Jude: I'm saying I'm not about to say it front of her as I don't talk to her, am I Jac: doesn't mean getting into the habit of saying every 'hilarious' thought that enters your head out loud is a plan Jude: yeah alright Jude: fair enough Jac: Anyway, Sav isn't interested in any boys that look like they came from 🐴s not 🐒s Jude: 🤣 Jude: you wanna be careful saying 👦🏽👦🏾👦🏿 look like 🐒 but I get you Jac: She hasn't got a boyfriend of any colour so I weren't saying that Jude: I didn't reckon so, not unless she got a lad to follow her to uni Jude: but who wants that? Jac: Her ex was holding her back hardcore but he's given that up, thankfully Jude: he sounds like a right laugh & not at all like a prick Jac: That's boys for you Jude: 😜 Jude: when do they grow up? 40s or what? Jac: Have you met our father? Jac: never Jude: oh great Jac: 🤷 Jude: it's alright for you, you can get all the 🤓 lads when you're done studying or whatever Jude: least they'll be smart Jac: smart boys are worse Jac: they want to explain everything to you Jude: really? Jude: fuck that then Jac: dumb but kind are the lofty heights you can shoot for Jude: like a 🐶 Jac: yep Jac: loyalty too, forgo the collar Jude: yeah you're right that is lofty heights Jude: maybe when I'm 40, I can find a lad that don't need one Jude: stop him going over the road & 💔 me Jac: shitting where you eat is gross but convenient, that's boys Jude: 👍 Jude: Jess is so lucky he can pick a lad or a girl Jac: Most people are undesirable Jac: gay lads will only touch him if they think he's straight and that's their type Jac: and girls are a whole different beast altogether Jude: that'll be why he's so 😒 Jac: as a rule or more than usual right now? Jude: we all know why he's 😒 right now Jude: you pissed off somewhere more fun without him Jac: I think he's just fine Jac: and he did it first, every weekend, like Jude: speaking of, his latest gig was not the one Jude: so he's probably 😒 about that Jac: like, he was shit, the crowd weren't the right one or the equipment weren't? Jude: he needs a better 🎸 but that ain't news Jude: seemed like he didn't wanna be there to me Jac: Hm, a fight with one of his girlfriend or boyfriends then Jac: meant to make him better so he's fucked up there Jude: relatable Jac: 🙄 Jac: alright Jude: don't be 🙄 @ me Jude: your dating history ain't spotless Jac: I've never dated anyone so it is Jac: 📑 definition Jude: your hook up history then, you know what I mean cos me either Jac: I don't fall in love with them like an idiot, it's entirely different Jude: I fell in love with the one, who I was dating for a bit Jude: I'm not going about falling for 'em all Jac: Still did, didn't you Jac: I can't even remember any of mine Jac: nothing came into play but proximity and timing Jude: 🏆🥇 if you want Jac: take it over your 💔 obviously Jude: yeah Jac: 🙄 I repeat Jude: whatever Jude: I was stupid, it was ages ago Jac: you brought it up Jude: it was my mistake, I can Jac: not a sounding board for your whining Jude: alright, my bad Jac: used to you Jude: you've got your own room now, get over it, like Jac: unfortunuately, that doesn't stop us sharing a family so I don't think I will, thanks Jac: unfortunuately, that doesn't stop us sharing a family so I don't think I will, thanks Jude: it's a part time one for you now, don't have to see this face til 🎄🎅☃️🎁 Jac: Unfortunately, can stay over Spring though, but there's no catering in the Xmas hol 💔 Jude: 👎 - 1 point to St Andy's Jude: is Sav going to her mum or dad for the hols? Jac: better than home, get all my meals and room cleaned for me every week so Jac: literally only just got here, who's thinking about leaving Jac: some other halls you can stay, so maybe she'll find someone there, so she only has to do actual Xmas day or whatever Jude: me now, maybe I should bother going to uni if they're gonna clean for me Jac: only if you get into a good one Jac: and pay extra, hence most people are self-cater, but what else do I need my grant, loan and scholarship for, may as well Jude: 🤔 I hear you, that's unlikely Jac: you have time Jac: two years can change everything Jude: not my 🧠 it can't Jude: my concentration ain't there unless I'm doing 🎨 Jac: you could try harder, and you know it Jude: at what? Jac: concentrating on enough subjects to get you into a decent Uni Jac: you don't need every one, just enough to boost your points Jude: sounds easy that 😤😏 Jude: if I'm only in it for the 🧹🧺 🧼🧽 & I ain't 🤓 enough for one of 'em, ain't much point Jac: It's not about being nerdy or naturally intelligent, it's about being smart with the system Jude: yeah but it's probably also about going cos you wanna learn stuff & be there not just cos you wanna leave home for a bit Jac: most people never use their degrees, so you tell me Jude: that's true Jude: what subjects then? Jac: Depends what you want to do, Art in some form, assumedly? Jac: Fuck Irish and Spanish and PE, duh, knuckle down with your rest to up your points as much as you can then absolutely ace Art Jude: Alright, I'm decent at PE anyway Jude: that'll be easy points Jac: Exactly, no need to purposely fuck them up, but focus harder on the rest, especially the ones you are less decent at without trying Jude: please tell me you've left your notes here Jac: Of course Jac: under my bed, if you haven't lit it on 🔥 Jude: it's only been a week, gimme chance Jac: well, don't reckon they'll let you get a double yet Jac: I still need a place to crash in the holidays and it certainly won't be beside you snoring your head off Jude: might do if I steer clear of lads for a bit Jude: not that I've done half as much with 'em as everyone reckons I have Jac: People find shit to chat regardless, not worth paying no mind to, no more mind to stupid lads either Jude: I don't care if people don't reckon I'm a virgin still even though I am Jude: it's not like it matters Jac: Yeah, those people will all be irrelevant before you know it Jude: loads of people are well jealous of your uni btw Jude: reckoned you'd wanna hear that Jac: Of course Jac: x2 Jude: 😏 Jac: It's more of a flex than Trinity even, and only a handful of people got in there Jude: when did you work out what you wanted? it feels like you've been going on about it forever Jude: but like actually Jac: 🤔 Jac: I can't remember a point where it wasn't my plan, honestly Jac: more abstract when I was little and didn't have the titles and disciplines to put to it but Jac: I always liked murder mysteries and shit, what makes us tick Jude: right Jude: you love a true crime podcast Jac: 😏 Jac: but I'd rather deal with the living murderers than the corpses of their victims so Jude: well yeah Jude: 🦴🦷 bit gross Jac: 🧠 are much better Jude: long as you're not cutting into it Jac: I won't be Jac: if I'd combined biology, and gone that route Jude: I won't be either, tah Jude: science is proper hard Jac: Psychology has a shit load of it involved anyway, but I can blag it Jude: you're SO excited, I can tell Jude: 🤓💕 Jac: Of course I am Jac: it's everything I've ever wanted Jude: it's weird you're so far away though, it don't feel like you are Jac: Glad my prescence and now abscence had/have such a huge impact on you Jac: we both know why though so Jude: yeah Jac: it's different now Jude: good Jac: alright then Jude: give my love to Savannah, I know she'll have missed me Jude: that's the impact I have Jac: 👌👌 Jude: 😝 Jac: Do you really have a problem with Savannah? Jude: course not, I told you I think she's alright, it's just bants Jude: why does she have a problem with me? Jac: yeah, it's a massive grudge she took all the way to Sligo and back Jac: 🙄 Jude: you know what I mean Jude: has she said that I come across as a massive dickhead too or something? Jude: I don't wanna upset her, like Jac: you haven't come up a load in conversation, like Jac: oddly enough Jac: it's that Jac: she's like my girlfriend alright so you can't be a dick about her anymore, alright Jude: alright then Jac: is that all you're gonna say Jude: I won't take the piss out of her no more, like I said, I didn't mean it anyways Jac: you can react, you know Jac: it's big news on multiple counts Jude: it makes sense Jude: I get it now, why you were like that after she left Jac: Good Jac: I want you to know that Jac: don't change how it was, but still Jude: you could've just told me you rated her 10/10 Jude: is that why she left? like her family always seemed a bit off but I didn't think they were that bad Jac: I couldn't, though Jac: no, her mum wasn't coping Jac: as we all know now, and then the Isabelle stuff went down, so their dad stepped in Jude: yeah, but I mean, that's not part of why she slit her wrists, is it? Cos Sav doesn't need that to carry Jac: it was because the dad left and then took them, to put it as bluntly and without nuance as possible Jac: but that's all on him, not the girls, her mum isn't like blaming them, their relationship is getting better Jude: at least she was alright with you too dating then, nobody needs that dark ages mentality shit Jude: she's got enough going on Jac: well, she doesn't know about that yet Jude: but you were together back then, yeah? Jac: no, it's a new development Jac: as in, like, the other night new, no one really knows, I barely do Jac: things were complicated before Jude: oh okay, soz for backtracking so hard, I just thought Jac: yeah, that was the problem Jac: shit was assumed or it wasn't Jude: what a headfuck Jude: you're okay now though, right? Like the other night went alright Jac: I guess for context, before she left, I did kiss her and it went horribly Jac: I loved her then but she didn't and then she was gone Jac: I see how it sounded like pining there but no Jac: it's good now though, things have changed, we both have Jude: I knew something happened that night when you came back early, you were like a 👻 or like you'd seen one Jac: Yeah, that was what it was Jude: it won't happen again if things are different so Jac: not as bad Jude: I'm glad Jude: that this is the ending you get, cos it's not one, it's more like a beginning or whatever Jude: you don't have to be just excited for uni Jac: I know Jac: not that there's anything wrong with just being excited for Uni, tah very much Jac: whatever happens, I think we'll be able to stay friends this time so Jude: or you'll just marry her & have all the kids she obviously wants Jac: let's not get carried away, shall we Jude: 1. you never said I couldn't have bants with you still Jude: 2. there's nowt I don't know about her life plan, she talks LOADS Jac: You only have a problem with that because you want to be the one talking Jude: course I do Jac: it cannot be overstated how much I'd rather listen to her, is the point ❤ Jude: it'd be a bit rude if you were already like nah tah 🤐 it, babe Jude: probably don't do that Jac: That's your top tip and people really think you're not a virgin? Jac: Interesting Jude: it don't work out well for the lads who TRY it with me 😏 Jude: people reckon I'm not cos I'm that 🥇 yeah Jude: & cos lads have loads to say for themselves, most of which is bollocks Jude: but you're not a sounding board for my whinging, I remember Jac: 'Bants', dear sister, 'bants' Jude: 👍 Jac: anyway, I've got to go Jac: there's this variety show that is apparently hilarious, either actually or in how bad it is so Jude: & I've got loads of 📝📚📖📏📐to do if I'm gonna have my own freshers Jude: top quality entertainment like that, literally how could I not? Jac: sure you'll want to be in it yourself 😏 Jude: you're correct Jude: 👋 then

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Most likely to become an AO3 if it is as liked as I hope it to be.

Multi-chapter

Bad Lemons (Rated M) - Drugs, violence, language, etc.

It will have very touchy subjects that relate to very serious problems such as addiction and mental health -- if you can't handle it please don't read! (It'll come up in future chapters if I continue)

Description: Living it rough can really change a person, for better or worse. She became strong, bold and unbothered. Nothing could shake her back into a world full of untrue realities.

Fallin' Out

Chp 1 - Walk

"Where is Mina?" She hated waiting, she hated the train station even more. It's loud and obnoxious, which regularly interrupts her sleeping schedule. She would usually settle for a nice bench in the park or even the sidewalks that lead through a deserted alleyway; sadly both were taken by others who had her current living situation or rats. She'd rather her chances living amongst the rodents, maybe even be blessed with their sickness for the rest of her sad life than go back to a broke home. Of course she had other ways or options to get out of this predicament, she's full filled them, yet she never got the pay she deserved. Her welfare officer had an utmost disdain for her existence. He had and would go to lengths to make her life harder, and therefore couldn't be trusted. Then again her worse enemy yet had to be the people who she lived with: a drunk for a step father and a whore of a step mother, not to mention her elder step brother who doesn't pay a lick of rent allong with his crack sniffing wife. The female laid her head back abit and let out a single, "Fuck." How could she get adopted into their family, where the hell was child protective services when you needed them?!

She rubbef her bruised up limbs and does her best not flinch, and doesn't even bother to spare a glance at her wounds. She doesn't have enough bandages for that mess. Placed her pink fingertips on her cheek which was a mix of green and purple. She paid it no mind though. Not that she ever cared too much, but she why stress the luxury of caring about your appearance? Initially, even as a child, she always presumed that what truly mattered more than anything else about a person is personality. Hypocritically, however, she couldn't care less about either. Right now all that seemed to be on her mind was getting through her problems, with or without help.

You could say this makes Uraraka Ochako a rebellious teen. But yet that's not the case. She'll go wherever as she pleases, but she evades at all costs in the name of self-preservation. Put yourself in her shoes. How can someone last a day with her mentally unstable home? Truthfully when she was adopted into it, everything was dandy, until they went into a debt things just seemed to get out of hand. So she left and decided to break free, they never look for her, so who cared?

Ochako glanced up the clock. Though her chance to escape this time would depend on Mina's miraculous connections and genius planning, her fate rested in her best friends hands.

With a sharp inhale she slaps a bandaid on quickly and smooths it out tightly on the bridge of her nose. Placing her hand on the edge of the sink she looks up at her reflection. Curvaceous, petite, ghostly pale skin with contrasting pink cheeks with cuts and bruises scattered all over. She rolled her eyes and became resolute. Opening the door, then spamming it closed, she made her way out the bathroom she walks towards the bench, but is immediately halted when she sees a guy sitting in it. Her eyes narrow. A tall guy at that. Broad-backed with weird sand-blonde hair, why is it so...spiky? She stuffs her hands into her pockets and sits opposite the bench on the far side of the station waiting for him to leave. She wants to dictate it as a personal problem, but if he's depressed...well then she supposes he won't he moving a muscle any time soon meaning won't be getting her bed back for a long time.

20 minutes had passed and it was already 8:30am and he finally left his seat when a certain green haired boy hoisted Sparky off his heavy ass. They were total opposites and Ochako choked on her spit when the blond suddenly bitch smacked the other boy while both boarded the train.

"Ochako, it's me~!" Mina shouted, waving her small pink hands side to side.

"A private school...U.A? Mina, I know you see me as some Fallen Angel who could possibly be saved but they would never let me step foot on their grounds." Ochako placed her hand on her chest and gave a sly smile, "Look at me, all bruised up because some punk wouldn't lend me a light and look at him now." She pointed at the park bench across from them, "Knocked his ass out straight and now I'm stuck with his lighter that doesn't even work."

"I'm just trying to help you and give you a better life, Ochako. As your only friend take my offer. You know there's nothing for you here and you also know you have allot of pent up pride- let it go, and just come with me to U.A."

Ochako tilted her head to the side, her expression softened by the smile of Mina, her best friend.

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"Ochako." She states. The receptionist looks up at her through her glasses with a look that says a first name like that wouldn't even slightly cut it at such a high-class school. The woman does some typing, and looks at the computer with no change of expression. This school held some of the finest and wealthiest, Ochako was out of her eliminate.

"Come with me."

Ochako followed behind the lady, her eyes looking out the school widows once in awhile to spot preppy teens. Even amongst the worst schools she's attended the students stuck out and looked different, they dressed and did as they pleased. Though her past schools were practically full of fights and no learning, gosh how she missed those days where her small gang ran amuck, when she felt empowered and dominating. She let of a tsk, it still felt that way, but those people she once addressed as family were quick to turn their backs. Clearly everything here is different from what she is used to. Designer brand bags, diamond watches and shoes she couldn't touch with her commoner hands. These damned rich kids all looked alike, she couldn't tell any apart, they all owned the same type of fashion and don't get her started on all the goop plastered on the female students faces. "Yuck." She stuck her tongue out at the window before entering another room with the serious, quiet receptionist.

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Katsuki growled. "Aren't you supposed to be helping out the teachers or some shit?" She laughs as he intercepts her lips and responds immediately in the most favorable way. He pushes her against kitchen table, and slowly presses onto her receiving a deep moan in the process. She looked up at him with a gaze full of lust and want. "Who cares, someone else is can take care if it for me." She whined, pulling out out a condom with a smirk.

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Ochako stared at her I.D with a look of disgust. Mina on the other hand slapped her knee and held her stomach, laughing like her life depended on it. "You look so ugly! EWW!" Mina pointed at the picture, "You flenched and your eyes are barely open!" She cackled. Ochako slammed open the window and held her arm back, "To hell with that." But before she could launch her arm and send that I.D flying Mina grabbed her arm. "Calm down, we got things to do, We gotta get you to your room."

"Well then take me to my room, please."

"But wait we gotta capture this moment!" Mina pulled out her phone and jumped back, getting on her knees and began to tap, flashes going off blinding the poor Brunette who stood before her.

"M-Mina please, my eyes-" Ochako placed her hands out covering the camera which signaled to her friend to stop; which, she did. "I wish you wore something cuter though." Mina pouted as she went through her photos, "You always wear the same thing Ochako."

And she wasn't wrong, her wardrobe was small, she never owned anything more than a phew shirts, jeans and underwear. Why by hundreds of dollars of clothes when she just needed seven pairs to last her throughout the week.

"What's wrong with how I look?"

"Well," Mina coughed, as they began to walk, "For starters...."

Ochako had wore the basics: A red baseball cap, a grey top and loose jeans that bagged from her waist abit to reveal her boyish underwear. Don't even get Mina started on the belly button piercing and tattoo. (which is located on her right arm, a whole sleeve so she constantly wears long sleeves when needed.)

"Alright but Mina remember you wanted to get these body modifications with me? And remember what you did? You chickened out because of your dad." Ochako placed her hand on her school dorms door, "You can't criticize what I wear either because you know I'm poor as shit." She unlocked the door and Mina stood behind her, a constant sorry escaping the pinkettes mouth, she opens the door, and stops in her tracks.

The sweaty bodies laid on the kitchen table, the blonde held a tiny naked waist with one hand whilst tugging at her short blonde hair. Ochako rose an eyebrow at the scene, this timing was horrible because those two were at mid-climax.

"Ah, yes! Katsuki-"

The blondes head falls in between the crook of the males neck. Her feet had become weightless.

"Ochako? Can we go in alrea-" Mina stops as she makes her way to the entrance. Ochako held her arm out from keeping Mina from entering any further. It finally took a few seconds for the two sexually tensed weirdos to notice the presence of two others.

"W-what are you doing here? Mina?!"

"What do you mean, what am I doing here, Toga?!" She shouted and covered her face, seeing a half naked Bakugou made the poor pinkettes hurl.

"Who the hel-" Toga was cut off.

Ochako walked into the room, unphased to see a naked man and woman, she lived in the streets and has seen this and much worse multiple times. Everyone in the situation just seemed to watch. As Ochako picked up their clothes she walked back to the nearest window opening it,

"This is my place, so get out."

Ochako threw their belongings out the window, their clothes slowly fluttering onto the schools dorm field. Toga and Katsuki grimaced, Mina slammed her forehead on the door and as for Ochako... well, she took a seat on the couch and flipped on the TV and began to watch animal planet.

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