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[thewulf]

The Ranger Called Strider || Aragorn

Summary: Request - OK so this idea is for Aragorn. Basically he is king at this point and feels like it is time to find a queen(we are gonna ignore Arwen in this instance, we love her butttttt). So he does what his like advisors are saying for hosting a ball(kinda like Cinderella).... Read Rest Here

A/N: Ahhh I am falling in love with writing him! Love my human King. I just know he had the biggest heart. I am LOVING all these LOTR requests, please keep them coming, I'll sprinkle them in with my older requests I was working through. It's bringing the joy of writing back for me :) Thanks for he request as always @loving-and-dreaming !

Pairing: Aragorn x Reader

Word Count: 6,900 +

TW: self-doubt, Aragorn being hot af

“None of these women will do.” Aragorn muttered to his advisor standing next to him, “I’m going on a walk. Cover for me?” He asked as if he wasn’t the King of Gondor and could do whatever he pleased.

“Aye my King.” He bowed in reverence letting the King slip out behind him. Quickly, he changed into his old Ranger uniform wanting to take to the city streets. It was easier to go out not looking like the King. Less questions were always asked. He had walked further than he normally did before he took to rest outside a small shop far away from the city center. He had a lot on his mind thinking he would never find his Queen. It was not that they were all bad choices he just could not seem to connect with a single woman. He had met hundreds tonight and felt nothing but despair. He needed air and to step away.

“Excuse me sir.” You walked over to the man who was sitting on the bench with a distant stare. When he blinked back to the present looking over to your approaching figure you continued, “Are you all right? Are you hurt?” It was not often you found people you had never seen before on the streets late at night. Especially the night of the grand ball the King was throwing.

He shook his head quickly, putting down the hood of his cloak so you wouldn’t see him as a threat, “Pardon me. I was simply lost in thought.” He stood from the bench. You bit back a gulp as he stood much larger than you. You got a good look at him as the moonlight hit his features. Your sudden courage to chat with the stranger had suddenly vanished as you took in the handsome man. He was intimidating. Incredibly handsome but terribly intimidating, “I am well, thank you miss.” He bowed his head gently.

You looked at him skeptically not sure if you truly believed his words. He may have been fine, but he also looked distressed. So, you did what you did best and offered the little help you might be able to manage, “Are you hungry? I have some leftover bread I can spare. And a place to rest if you need it…”

He put his hand up, but you noticed his gaze soften at your kindness, “There is no need. I am but a close walk home.”

But something told you to press on even being as intimidating as he looked, “What if I insist on the bread? You look like you could use it.”

“Very well. Then I simply could not refuse.” He held his hand out letting you lead the way back.

You led him back to you small, shared home in a comfortable silence. You weren’t far from home, but you hadn’t a clue what to talk to the stranger about. You usually weren’t one to get so tongue tied but he had you second guessing any question you might have thought of asking.

“May I ask you a question miss?” The man stopped as you walked him back toward your home at the outer edge of Minas Tirith.

You turned back to him, “Humor me.” Nodding at him you waited for him to ask whatever had been plaguing his mind.

“Why are you not at the ball? All fair maidens were invited, no?” He asked all to curious as to why you hadn’t made it a priority to attend like he assumed everybody in the city would. It wasn’t often the castle opened its doors to everyone. It amused his interests to think there were people who simply did not care. He was assured by his advisors that anyone of interest would be there tonight. Yet here you stood.

You gave him a bashful grin taken aback by the brazen compliment you so rarely received, “You are correct sir.”

“Strider.” He corrected you quickly.

You bowed, to respect his wishes, at him ever so slightly and continued, “You are correct Strider. I would have loved to have gone. However so be it my dear mother is not having the best bought of health at the moment. I need to make sure she is well enough until the morning. That is the earliest the healer can get here.”

He frowned, were his people having to wait for help? Why had he not been advised of this? He took a step closer towards you, “Forgive me miss. But you are having to wait for a healer?”

You sighed nodding your head, “Usually it’s not so long. I believe they had prior arrangements tonight. A ball or something like that.” A ghost of a smile graced your lips, “It’s all right. There are many far fairer of maidens available for the King anyway.” You gave him a sad smile as you finished out the excuse, “I am nothing but a lowly peasant girl. I have no place there.”

He shook his head quickly, “Do not say that. For I know for a fact that is not true.” His smile nearly took all of your breath away. He was so very handsome, strikingly so. You had never seen this Strider man in your parts of the city before. You were sure you would have recognized his face had you seen him before.

Your eyes softened in the slightest at the compliment, “It is all right. My mother is far more important to me than a night of folly.” You grinned before continuing, “No matter how fun it was bound to be. I am positive my friends are having a wonderful time in my absence. One of them seems to be convinced she can woo the King.” You giggled recalling the nonsensical conversation amongst friends earlier that day. She had looked rather striking before she made the trek to the center of the city to get to the Kings Castle. If any of them could capture his attention it was sure to be her.

He shook his head finding your rambling adorable, “I do not believe that to be possible miss.” He watched as your eyes studied him in confusion.

“And why’s that?” You looked him over curiously. He seemed to bd adorned in ripped and tattered Ranger clothing which was nonsensical clean appearance. His hair was a little tangled sure, but his skin looked as clean as could be. You imagined how striking the Strider man would be cleaned up and in more proper clothing.

“I have reason to believe he left the ball early.”

Your eyebrows rose studying his face for any hint of a lie, “How do you know that Strider? Are you the Kings personal Ranger?”

“Keen eyes.” He smirked for the first time in while enjoying the back and forth that had been going on between the two of you, “I am something of that sort.” The chuckle that escaped his throat escaped you. You left it at that as you continued walking back to the home you’d grown to love as you got older. It was precious to even own a plot of land let alone a home in Minis Tirith. You were thankful your father had secured it for you and your mother before he passed in the war.

“You are a Ranger then?” You asked as you neared your home.

He nodded contemplating his next words as the two of you continued walking, “I was. May I ask you another question miss?” Elusively he answered your question but diverted before you could dig in any further.

You smiled appreciating his caution. He very much wasn’t from this part of Minis Tirith being thoughtful. You were used to very brash men who hardly ever considered your feelings for you were seen to be beneath them, “You may Strider. Ever the curious one?”

He shrugged innocently, “Why would you offer a stranger your food and a place to stay? With an ailing mother?”

You opened your mouth to speak but paused as you thought about it, “I wish that if I were in the same position I would be afforded the same fate.”

He nodded while considering your answer, “That is a noble answer.”

“Or the truth.” You hummed stopping by a door, “This is it. Mother is upstairs so she will not be a bother. Bread and spread are on the counter. You may have as much as you like.”

“Will you keep me company for a moment? A know you must check on her but I have quite enjoyed this conversation miss.” He asked once the two of you occupied your family’s small living space.

“If you wish.”

His answer was quick, “I do.” You watched as he cut the bread and put the jam on top. He walked over to the table you had been sitting out and sat next to you. He didn’t try to talk with you, just sitting and eating in silence.

Not being able to take the silence you had to ask him what had been burning on your mind, “I have not seen you around here Strider. I am at the market every day. Where are you from?”

You had given him a hint, “Aye. Do you work there?”

“I asked you first.” You crossed your hands over your chest as you studied him this time. He was even more handsome with his cloak off and hair pushed behind his ears.

“Will you answer my question if I answer yours?” He quipped back not backing down. He had to come and find you again. He was having far too much of a grand time chatting with you. Sure, he thought it a bit immoral to not reveal his true identity for you clearly had no idea who he actually was. But that meant risk to the ease of conversation you may have felt with him. He quite enjoyed the easy bickering he had managed to find with you.

“You are quite stubborn Strider.” Your smile gave way to your answer though, “Yes, I will answer your question.”

“I reside near the north side of the city.” He answered giving you a soft smile, “I did not wish to attend the ball and thought it would be time to observe this side of the city.”

You believed him for why would he lie? “You are far from home Mister Strider. I have not even been to the north end. I thought you said you were a quick walk away?” You sighed knowing he was waiting for your answer now and wasn’t going to entertain your question, “I sell my uncles crops at the market. You get to know people when you are there every day.”

“That is no job for a lady.” You swore you saw his nose flare a little. He almost seemed, angry? Surely not at you but the situation?

“It is a good thing I am no lady then, is it not Strider?” A smirk toyed at your lips knowing you had him beat there. You weren’t a lady. Ladies resided in grandeur houses and had promised marriages. Ladies had class and couth that you could only dream of. Ladies got to paint and read instead of selling crops to other peasants. Ladies had promise, you did not.

Ignoring your question with a warned look on his face he asked you, “What is your name then?” He asked to distract himself. He was angry that you had to work every day to make ends meet. He wished he had a way to help people of his city. Help you. He was the King, there had to be a way.

You tutted turning your head to him, “You did not ask permission to ask me a question.”

A small flush rose to his cheeks, “Forgive me miss…” He trailed off with a small smile rising in place of the blush. He knew he was pushing his luck, but he needed to know your name. He was planning on finding you again. And hopefully many more times.

“Y/N.” You obliged the handsome stranger.

“Miss Y/N.” He gave you a head bow, “A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

The second time you ran into Strider was at the market a few days later. He strolled up near closing time with a hood wrapped tightly around his head, “How much do you have left miss Y/N?”

Your eyes snapped up in recognition of the voice that belonged to the strikingly handsome man, “Too much, uncle is going to be disappointed we did not get more today.” You admitted in a sigh of defeat.

“I’ll take the rest then.” He put down a gold piece as if it were the simplest thing to come by.

You pushed it back into his hand, “Mister Strider I cannot accept this. It is far too much.”

He smiled seeing your kindness seep right through you yet again. Any other mortal would have taken the money without so much as a second thought, “I insist. Consider it a thank you for the other night as well.” He pushed it back into your hand making sure you were holding onto it before letting go once more.

“Strider, this is too much even for that.” You bit your lip trying to figure out what to do as he was clearly not going to take the gold piece back.

“Nonsense. Not for this fine spread. Give your uncle my well wishes.” He smiled collecting the rest of the produce you had yet to sell for the day. You had to wonder what he was going to with a random assortment of in season vegetables.

“Thank you. Did you come all the way down here for this?” You handed him the rest of what was left on your table before packing up for the night.

He shook his head, “I was hoping to see you as well. I quite enjoyed our conversation the other night and was hoping you could spare some more of your precious time?”

You flashed him a quick smile as you gathered the rest of your personal belongings, “I enjoyed it too. Your much wiser than the men down this way.”

And that was how it went for the next few weeks. Strider would come and find you at the market on a random weekday, sometimes every day, making sure to buy whatever you had left. Somedays he left you with a gold piece, sometimes a bronze knowing you wouldn’t keep taking from him.

He had admitted to himself he had grown quickly attached to the pretty naïve girl with a big heart. It did not take long for his like to turn to love as you teased him relentlessly. You treated him as Strider and not King Aragorn. He loved how you always managed to catch him on his toes and make him laugh harder than even his best of friends had managed too. You had managed to hook your finger around him and pull him in without you even realizing it.

Before you knew it he was coming around almost every night. The routine was simple. He would find you at the market not fifteen minutes before it closed. He would purchase the remaining bits of produce no matter how much. He would then walk you home making sure his meleth was as safe as could possibly be. He shuddered at the thought of someone hurting you on your walk home as he sat in the castle. He would have none of that.

He usually never came inside, not wanting to intrude. But one evening it had begun to rain harder than even he had anticipated so he came inside at your pleading. You really did not want Strider to catch a cold because he didn’t want to intrude. He would never be intruding. You had grown to love the man just as much as he had grown to love you. Neither of you were great at speaking it out loud but you were sure it was being conveyed through your eyes every time you saw him. He made you feel things you were sure you were going to miss out on.

You cursed when you saw your mother sitting down at the table reading a book you had recommended she pick up. You really just wanted to keep Strider your little thing separate from your actual life. You had told your mother about him but never actually wanted the two of them to meet. For some reason

“Mother, I’ve invited Strider inside. It is pouring too heavily for his journey home.” You spoke blocking her view of the man behind you.

She smiled and nodded looking back down at her book, “That is quite aright dear. We have plenty of stew to spare. Are you hungry mister Strider?” She asked this time setting the book down and actually looking for him behind you.

Your mothers eyes went wide as Strider stepped out from beside you. It never dawned on you she had never seen the man called Strider you had grown very fond of over the few instances the two of you had spent time together.

“Are you alright mother?” You asked walking over to her. She was staring right at your new stranger turned friend that you hoped would blossom into something more. You never wanted to assume but you had to think he enjoyed you if he had come around so often.

She ignored you and stood from the table in a rush, “My King.” She bowed before pushing the chair into the table.

“Mother, are you well?” You placed a hand over the back of her forehead, “The healer said you were better.”

“I am well child. You did not tell me your friend is The King of Gondor.” She had a more than irritated expression as she stared at you, bewildered. You just stared back with the same bemused expression. Had she gone mad? Strider could not be the King of Gondor. No.

You shook your head quickly before turning back to Strider, “I am so sorry Strider… I do not know what has come over her.”

He put his hand up to have you pause like he had the night he met you, “Your mother is not wrong.” He said with so much passiveness in his voice you weren’t sure if you heard him correctly. He looked at you like he had lost a battle as a look of utter confusion flashed across your features.

“King?” You sputtered out as you stood straighter and turned to him trying your hardest to blink back your surprise of this newfound revelation.

“Aragorn will suffice.” He looked terribly nervous, just as bad as you felt. You had been so casually conversing with the King of Gondor prior to knowing of his elevated status. Had acted like the peasant you really were. He must have found something charming in it as he kept coming back. The King was visiting you in his limited time? Your head suddenly felt like it was going to explode with all of the questions you had.

Your mother spoke up a little horrified by your mistake, “I apologize for my daughter. She meant no harm for her mistake King Aragorn.” She bowed her head once more and you followed suit. Heat rushed to your cheeks in embarrassment. How had you been so blind?

“There is no need to apologize. It is I who kept this information from her.” He spoke directly to your mother letting her know it was not your fault in the slightest. He did not want you to come under the ire of your mother when he left for the night thought he knew at some level you would get a scolding from her. He watched as you kept your head down in shame. Not having the will to look the King in the eye at the moment.

Instead of speaking to you he walked up with purpose to where you were standing. What he was most afraid of was playing out in front of him. You could not even look him in the eye. He had no idea what was going through your mind, but he knew it was certainly a lot. You were an overthinker just as he was. Maybe that was why he found such solace in you.

It had only been a few weeks since you ran into him on the bench that fateful night. The night he had all but given up on love. Arwen had chosen the immortal life instead of staying with him and Eowyn was engaged to be wed to Faramir. Nobody had intrigued him like those two until he met you. A kind heart who was willing to give more than you had made him fall for you faster than he had wanted. He craved to spend time with you. To get things off his chest. To feel your warmth and comfort you so effortlessly provided for him. Only a few of his advisors had known of your existence. He wanted to keep you his little secret for as long as he could. He knew that time was ending now that you knew of his true identity.

He placed a gentle hand under your chin forcing your eyes back up to his, “You do not bow before me. You need not even call me Aragorn. Call me Strider. I am still just the Ranger called Strider. Please.” His voice wavered at the end forcing your eyes to his. He was being genuine?

“But my King…” Your eyes frantically searched his face now. How could you have been so daft? You had been to the coronation not even that long ago. You were sure you would never forget a face like his. It was funny how his tattered clothes and messy hair disguised him so well. No wonder he never wanted to stroll around in the daylight hours though. Surely, somebody would have recognized him then.

“Please Y/N?” He hardly used your name as it came out in a pleading whisper. You were sure your mother was as confused as ever. How had her daughter run into the King of all people. And why was he looking at her like that?

“As you wish Strider.” It was quick but you gave him your word. It still stung a bit though. How long was he planning to keep it a secret from you? Was he planning to disappear one day on you?

“Take a walk with me?” He asked wanting to get away from your mothers prying eyes.

For the first time you thought you should reject his request. You needed a moment to get your thoughts together, “I do not think that is a good idea Strider.”

His eyes stitched together in confusion, “No?”

“I need the night to myself.” You whispered almost afraid he’d be mad by your request.

A quick nod came from him as he stepped back giving you the space you needed, “Aye. Can I come see you tomorrow?” He hopped he wasn’t pushing his luck with you. Your expression of distrust wasn’t lost on him. His intentions were never to deceive you he had just grown to adore being treated like a human again. You weren’t caught up in the politics of it all. You had become his breath of fresh air that he needed more and more of.

“That will be fine my King.” It slipped before you could stop it. But he corrected you, nevertheless.

“Strider. I will see you tomorrow. Good evening ma’am. You have a lovely daughter.” He spoke to her before ducking out of the front door and vanishing off into the dark night. You frowned seeing the rain still pouring down. You had pushed him out before he even got the chance to prepare for the storm.

“You are upset with me.” He spoke as he caught your vacant expression. It was becoming a common site to see Strider sitting at your table after a long day at work. His days were much longer than yours you were sure of that now. Being the King and all.

You shook your head, “I am not upset... just embarrassed. I feel like a fool.” You spoke freely not being able to hide your true emotions from him. He just seemed to have a way of getting you to spill all your feelings without seeming to have to try. You still seemed to trust him although he had lied to you for the last few weeks. But then, could you blame him? There had to be a reason he kept coming back for more. He had to have enjoyed it for a King wouldn’t waste his time on somebody so trivial.

“Why?” He asked with a genuine look of confusion mixed with concern coming through his eyes.

A sigh escaped your lips as you took to the chair next to him. You had forced your mother out of the house and promised to tell her everything later. You needed this moment with Strider to sort it all out, “I have not treated you as I should a King.”

He shook his head before grabbing at your hand. He had never been so forward with affection before, but he needed you to hear him. Hear the words as the truth that they were, “I did not want you to treat me as one. All else in my life treats me as one and it is tiresome. You remind me so much of the life I miss, the one filled with adventure before this happened. My life is nothing, but politics and I grow very tired of it. Fear not though, I do enjoy what I do. I just find you so very captivating my lady.”

“I am no lady.” You ignored the rest of his statement as you didn’t want to talk about your feelings with him so deeply. This is what you were great at, avoiding. Cutting and running when things got just a little difficult. You should have known Strider wouldn’t let you go so easily though.

“Am I not the King? Can I not give you such a title?” He pressed pushing his luck beyond what he should have.

You shook your head looking down, another flush of embarrassment running its course through your body, “Forgive me.”

Once more he place his hand under your chin bringing it up forcing you to look at him once more, “I am simply messing with you mell nin.” He smirked using a nickname he failed to tell you the meaning of once more. It wasn’t fair that he knew Sindarin and used it against you so often.

You bit your lip more than feeling warm by the intimate interaction between the two of you. What the hell did this all even mean? Why had he taken to you of all people? You were a peasant girl from the southernmost edge of the city. You meant nothing.

“I do not know how to act around you Strider.” You admitted out loud for the first time. You were terribly insecure. You didn’t find it easy to have a conversation with a normal person let alone the King of Gondor.

He frowned but continued to hold your hand in his, “Treat me as you had before. As the Ranger of the North, you got to know.”

“It is not that simple though and you know that.” You sighed looking away from him.

He waited a second before you turned back to him before continuing the conversation, “What plague’s your mind then?” He began giving your hand a squeeze. It was easy to melt into his touch as he was so gentle with it. He noticed the shiver and chills that ran up your arm. A positive sign if he knew of one.

Might as well get it out. He’d figure it out eventually, “Why me? I do not understand why you choose to spend time with me of all people.” It sounded so much more insecure as you said it out loud rather than let it bounce around in your head.

“I fear I am not good with words. That is why we are where we are.” He frowned but continued to hold your hand in his, “I have not expressed how much I adore spending time with you. You said it yourself. I go out of my way to come to you because you make me feel like myself. You made me feel like the person I once was. Being a King is very tiring, believe it or not. But being with you gives me back something I’ve been missing dearly, a little bit of life.” He smiled to you with those tired eyes you had grown to adore.

“I believe you.” You smiled right back at him. It wasn’t lost on you that was the most he’d spoken of his admiration of you. He was not lying when he said he was a man of few words.

He looked a little more than relieved when you gave him the smile that had been absent for a day too long. You didn’t seem as upset with him. So, he decided to do what he did the best with you, push his luck a little, “Do you believe me when I say I meant no malice keeping the truth from you? I truly just enjoyed talking and getting to know you for you with no pressure of the crown looming.”

“I believe you Strider.”

He looked skeptical, “But?” Seeing the words fall short on your lips had his heart pounding in his chest.

You chewed at your lip, “I just do not understand why you chose me. There are many more beautiful women in the kingdom. I have nothing to offer you and that frightens me a bit. I do not know why you would stay. Why you keep coming back.”

“That is simply not true my lady. I wish you could see yourself as I see you. A beauty of a woman with the kindest heart. You offer me the world plus so much more. I would be honored to have you in my life. To have you by my side.” He spoke with confidence.

Your breath caught in your throat at the bluntness of his statement to you, “What are you saying?” You hadn’t a clue what he was insinuating. A pair like the two of you could never work. You were raised as an outsider not a royal. You could never be the asset he needed on the other side of the throne.

“I wish to court you, my lady.” He spoke with that same confidence he had

“Court me?” You asked making sure you had heard him correctly.

He nodded his head fervently, “If you will have me that is.”

“Me? Are you insane Strider?” You asked him once more making sure because it did not feel like he was being serious.

“Yes you mell nin.” He was patient as he watched you retreat into your head to think on his words. You had not outright rejected him, which was a very good sign, especially for you.

Your next question took him by surprise, “What would the people think?” You let your insecurities eat at you once more as the question slipped out. You were not meant to be a Queen. There was no way people would accept you of all people.

He shrugged, “It is easy to be critical. They will not know you first, but they will come to love you just as I have. How could they not? You will make an incredible Queen.”

Your mouth gaped at his complimentary nature that seemed to have come out of nowhere. Sure, he was always kind before, but this was over the top for him. You were enjoying it more than you should have been though.

“Do you think I could do it?”

He nodded earnestly, “I would never ask if I knew you could Meleth nîn.”

Your eyes looked over his seeing he was telling the whole truth, “Are you going to tell me what that means?”

“My love.” He smiled as he watched you take in his words. The blush that rose on your cheeks was a sight to be seen. You blinked rapidly at the confession thinking he would hold it back from you like he had so often before. But this was him, Strider, confessing it all to you. Maybe he really did want you, the lowly peasant girl from the outskirts of his Kingdom.

“And Mell nin?” He was being awfully forthcoming, so you kept the questions going dying to know what he had been calling you since early on in your meetings.

He grabbed at your hand like he so often did before, “My dear.”

“Really?” Your lips came together pondering his admittance, “Did you not call me that only on our second meeting?” You did not want to believe it but when he gave you a slow nod you felt your heart pick up at his confession.

“I did meleth nîn.”

Your eyes could not hide their surprise as he freely admitted his feelings so openly towards you. So often it was like pulling his teeth out to try and get an answer to your questions. It had become clearer after learning he was the King that he had hidden so much from you.

“So soon?”

He moved his chair closer to yours. Gently, he placed a hand to the side of your face relishing in the heat your cheeks gave off at his touch. He adored the way you physically reacted to his touch. He knew what he felt was reciprocated even if you could not seem to believe him. He’d spend the next year convincing you if that was what it would take. He had made his decision and he was going to get what he wanted, if that was what you wanted of course.

“You made it easy to decide. I have not met another woman like you…” His voice trailed off as his eyes roamed your face. First they met your own gaze, and they softened as if felt like he peered right into your soul, asking for permission to peel the layers of you back. For you too had been less than forthcoming about your very own life. Then his eyes trailed down to your lips where he so desperately wanted to meet them with his own. But he knew he must wait. Wait until you say yes, and he can take you out of a proper afternoon stroll around the city center. He knew he wanted to do anything and everything to make you his, to have your heart yearn for his as much as he did for yours.

“You flatter me Strider.” You whisper as your own eyes trail down to his lips. You wondered what he tasted like. Did his lips taste as good as he smelled? How many women had he kissed? Were you one in a long line or truly one of a kind? You cursed your insecurities for being so loud at a time like this.

“I fear I may not enough.” He countered, “Will you let me court you my lady?”

After looking him over for longer than he would have liked you answered him quietly, “I would be honored my King.” You bowed your head once more.

He would have none of that though. He stood, pulling you up with him, “I told you my lady, none of that. I am to be your husband. Your equal. My Queen.” He spoke slowly making sure you heard every word.

“But that is not…” You protested before he stopped you.

He placed a hand over your mouth. A habit he was becoming accustomed to when you began to overthink, “Not in my Kingdom. Not with you as my Queen.” He shushed you by running a gentle thumb over your lips. He let out a longing sigh, “Truly, you are the most wonderful woman I have gotten to know in quite a long time my lady. You are doing me the honor by accepting.” He pulled your hand to his lips as he gently kissed the back of it leaving you utterly breathless as you wanted to melt into him. His charm was truly like no other man you had come across. Not that your experience was nearly as expansive as his seemed to be.

“I shall pick you up tomorrow mid-day. I will take you out in the gardens of my home. I will see to it that you will quite like it.” He had told you of the beautiful gardens he had maintained at his mother’s dying request. He promised should he ever inherit the throne once more he would restore the gardens of Minis Tirith. And that he did.

Your eyes went wide before they suddenly went downcast, “But my uncles crops. There is nobody who can sell them with my mother being back to work.” Your shoulders deflated in realization of you having to turn down his invitation.

“The castle will buy it up. For the rest of his days too. We will see to it. There will be no need to go back to that dreadful market.” He grabbed at both of your hands hoping it would calm your qualms, “I will even move your family closer to the castle if it will make it easier for you meleth nîn.”

“You would do that?” It was not that you didn’t believe him, but it surprised you more that he would offer so easily. Of course, you knew there were perks of being the King of a thriving Kingdom, but it seemed so outlandish at the offer.

“Meleth nîn you have to understand that I would do anything for you.” He breathed. It became so quiet you could only hear the steady beating of his heart and the gentle breaths that followed.

Your eyes finally found his and that smile he had been searching for finally came to. He was so realized at the sight he almost missed your words, “All right. I will see you tomorrow.” And at that he too could feel his heart quicken. You had accepted. He was rather unsure of if you would say yes. You were a headstrong woman, a trait he had admired greatly about you.

His hands found your face once more. You could feel your heart quicken yet again at his more than gentle touch, “I wish to kiss you my lady.”

“You may.” It spilled out of your mouth before you could attempt to stop it for it was no lie. You wanted him to kiss you.

He chuckled. Instead of kissing you he just traced your lips with his index finger, “That would be improper my lady. I wish to do this the right way with you.” He leaned down whispering in your ear reveling in the way you shivered underneath his breath.

“Did you not say it was your Kingdom? Your rules?” You used his own words against him wanting to get your way. But you knew Aragorn was stronger than a few suggestive words.

He let out a longer laugh this time, “Please my lady. I wish to treat you as the Queen you are bound to be. Do not tempt me for I can only say no a few times.”

“A shame.” You giggled feeling suddenly confident under his lust filled gaze. He had wanted you for some unknown reason, but you were tired of questioning it. You were going to accept it full heartedly.

He stifled a groan before taking a quick step back knowing he needed to keep himself in control and touching you was making it that much harder, “You have no idea what those words do to me, my lady.” His gaze darkened a touch before he blinked it away having to keep himself in control around you. He had plenty of time to lose himself later on.

“I feel as though I do your Majesty.” You pressed taking a step closer to him. He placed his hands on your shoulders keep you at bay by a length

“You will be the death of me my lady.” He gave your shoulders a squeeze, “I will come calling for you midday. By tomorrow eve the Kingdom should know my intentions.”

“The whole Kingdom?” You felt your heart begin to speed up at the thought. Your life was going to change whether for the better. Your family would never have to work again. Your mom could finally take some time off. You would become a Queen in due time.

“The whole of it.”

Your face paled in realization. You wanted to be courted by him of course. He was lovely and everything you had wanted. But this was never planned. Never a thought. How were you to prepare? How were you to handle it all?

“I will be with you every step of the way. Do not be afraid Meleth nîn.” With more of a comforting hold than one of fierce desire he wrapped you in his arms for a gentle hug. One to reassure your fears. One to calm your qualms.

“I love you, Aragorn.” Your eyes filled with unshed tears as every emotion came rushing out. How lucky were you to have found such a man?

He smiled softly while brushing away the stray tears that managed to spill over, “I’ll always just be the Ranger called Strider for you. I love you my dear. Fear not for we have a long life to live yet.”

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[louisisalarrie]

I think Louis needs to give that sweet little voice of his a rest. He sounded pretty strained on the live stream and like it was clearly difficult for him to sing a lot of his stuff (usually he’s clear as anything and very on key. Mexico kind of wasn’t). Didn’t spoil it for the fans - god what a show! - but he’s still got a lot of gigs left if you count all the festivals so he must protect his vocals at all costs!

Yeah, I have to agree with you here, anon. My smoking louis and vocals post is almost there!!! and is coming, but for now yeah, I’ll just comment on this.

I think he needs to warm up his vocals more. He has a gentle tone as it is, so to belt it, he needs longer to warm up, similar to me. He was reallyyyyyy off key a lot more than usual, and the muted and blunt bass with the harsh drums and backing vocals being too high on the livestream mix didn’t help. In a live setting, it would’ve sounded fantastic, im sure. Fans said it did. But the mix wasn’t great by any means. he said he was feeling poorly anyway, but he did the show and unfortunately it took more of a toll than he thought it would on his throat. The livestream didn’t hit like a live version would, and we knew that was gonna be the case anyway, but with weaker vocals and a poor mix, it wasn’t the best it could’ve been.

When I saw him in Jan, he was very confident and sure of himself and I think there was really only one minor point where he went off key to a point that it was noticeable for the crowd. I have a music ear so can tell quite easily, but Mexico… he was very off. He’s not a bad singer, far from it, but if his throat is to a point where he’s warmed up and still croaky, he needs to be careful of where he puts the most drive in. Again, a bigger analysis will come when i finally post about his voice and smoking, but he has some bad habits and so much doubt in himself that he can work himself up to a point of a poor performance.

It’s a shame, really. I popped on the livestream on our main TV and my housemate listened to louis for the first time. She’s a lover of music, can be a bit pretentious, but she genuinely just didn’t like it. His style of music is what she’s into, but she kept saying the vocals sounded off, and they just… unfortunately did.

I’ve seeen a few Twitter posts today saying “if you criticise Louis’ voice I will block you, he’s perfect” and he is perfect, but that livestream wouldn’t have gained him any new fans. It’s also like…. The solo harries have grabbed onto clips of that and tore him to shreds which is ridiculous, and I fully encourage the block button to be used to make sure your experience in this fandom is what you want it to be, but he did not have his best performance that night, unfortunately.

It comes down to nerves, and a multitude of other things with a unique voice such as his, but it’s a shame it wasn’t as good as previous performances. A lot of it was VERY good though, don’t get me wrong, but too much of it wavered to the point of flat or sharp, that it wasn’t as enjoyable of a listening experience that it could’ve been.

I’ve watched him grow up and his voice take on a multitude of genres and tones, and I will always adore his voice. His voice is toned much more particularly than Harry and Liam’s, which makes it harder to be a soloist, particularly because he found his voice in a band. He’s fantastic, but it wasn’t his best.

Butttttt he was the first male soloist to perform there, which is fucking sick. I’m so proud of him and he truly did make it. He’s breaking records and fighting to be the best he can be. He just has a couple of things to keep working on.

#proudoflouis :)

[alaskan-wallflower]

Hi! First of all I wanna say I think you’ve handled a lot of really tough asks in a way that is very graceful and I applaud you for it, second of all I have a question:

Do you prefer Josh Strobl or Brody Grant’s interpretation of Ponyboy more? How do you think they chantage the story to make it their own? And which actor for Dallas do you feel their respective Ponyboys mesh with the best? I haven’t seen the show (o live too far and don’t have the funds even if I was close by lmao) but I would love to and you seem to be a bit of an authority on the subject so I’d love to hear your thoughts

Firstly thank you so much 😭 honestly i’m pretty sure it’s just the same one or two people who dislike me because I still support Brody but honestly i’m not afraid of anon messages like they’re annoying, yeah, but i’m happy to redirect them and shoot them down because some of the asks i’ve gotten have been WILD

anyways! I’m gonna be so honest I’ve only seen the show once 😭 i’m seeing it again in October though!! I saw Brody as Ponyboy and he was so so incredible…I hope he’s there the night I go so I can appreciate him in full since I knew NOTHING about him at the time. I saw Wonza when I went though and him and Brody worked really well together! You kinda felt the little brother/big brother dynamic between them. Butttttt I’m gonna be honest I’m not really the person to ask! I’d ask @throwing-in-the-towel about dynamics since they’ve seen the show a lotttt more times than me and definitely know what they’re talking about. So ‘i’d pop this ask to them! However I did see Brody and Wonza (Dan Berry’s Soda as well!) and they all did absolutely wonderful and I’m so stoked to see the show again! I’ve only heard audio’s of Josh singing Great Expectations but it was ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE and we should give understudies more love. I definitely have a preference to Brody since he’s the one I’ve been more exposed to BUT josh Johnny has a special place in my heart.

I’m more of the person to go to if you have questions about the allegations or anything since I have a whole blog dedicated to breaking it down (linked in my intro post) and apparently for some reason i’m the one to go to if you hate BG which sucks and gets tiring so please stop sending me random anon hate about him 😭🙏 anyway! good question anon!

[organic-hiraeth]

A Love That Transcends Blade | A Tenryou Soldier x Teppei Fanfic - CH. 1: The Priestess Did WHAT!?

Relationship: Teppei x Tenryou Soldier [Original Character]

A/N: Hai!!! I ship Teppei x Hirano (my OC lulz), so I made a fanfic about them to quench the heat. Uhhhh there might be some suggestive (wink wink) content cause ma bois cannot resist butttttt no actual smex (Unlesssss... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)...JK LOLZ) SO PLEASE ENJOY! Oh and uhhhh here's the description I guess x3 almost forgot. P.S. - I added the other tags so everyone could see ma fic, so sorry about that! Please don't be mad... The Teppei x Hirano [Hirano = My OC] community is not prolific enough to omit them ;-; But please read it anyways xD. I welcome everyone.

Summary: Teppei had utmost trust in Her Excellency. So why, pray tell, is Teppei being taken away at the order of none other than Sangonomiya Kokomi? Teppei doesn't know, try as he might, and that leads him to be far past complacent in his new predicament. Certain Her Excellency has made a fatal error, Teppei promises not only that he'll wrangle free from his captors, but also that he will return to Sangonomiya a stronger soldier than ever.

That was the plan until he met him, of course.

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, romance, kissing, cursing, SMEXINESS ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) but no smut!

Once upon a time, there was a very dedicated Watatsumi resistance soldier. This is his story…

Hello, my name is Teppei. I have been a hard working soldier under Sangonomiya for quite some time now. Lately, I have noticed that the Priestess and General Gorou seem dissatisfied with my work, but I’ve tried to ignore it.

Pushing these terrible thoughts out of my head, I run downstairs and comb my hair while I hurry. Kokomi is at my door. I bow at a 45 degree angle to show my respect.

“Lady Kokomi! What brings you h-here?” I stutter.

“Unfortunately, your performance has been subpar as of recently. You will have to… compensate.” She sends a nervous look to the floor. “I am sorry for what we have had to do, but you must understand that it was for the betterment of Watatsumi Island.”

“Lady Kokomi, what do you mean? I’m sorry to disappoint you! I promise to train even ha-” Suddenly, I am grappled to the floor by my fellow comrades. They tie my hands and legs in a hogtie (A/N: KINKY!!!!) and shove me in a caravan. Lady Kokomi marches to me, a sorrowful look in her gaze.

“Teppei, you have been sold to the Tenryou Commission under an official contract from the Watatsumi Resistance. Please find it in your heart to forgive us.” Her boobs sag in sadness. I try to struggle out of my ropes in one last attempt. My eyes tear up as I see her turn. As the caravan begins to move, she fades into a tiny image… How will I survive?

I wake up in a foul-smelling room. Rising, I quickly realize that I am surrounded by Tenryou soldiers, equally ugly in nature. Seems like being a bootlicker has adverse effects on appearance… 

“Hey, pretty boy, you’re up. So, are you ready to be our army soyboy?”

“H-h-h-h-huh!? EEK!” I hop up and try to make a break for it, but a strong man snatches my ankles and drags me across chipped hardwood floors. He grasps my hair and tugs my face towards his. Our noses are centimeters apart. “What’s your name, Watatsumi Wimp?” The other men chuckle at that.

“T-T-T-Teppei, sir. It’s Teppei.” 

“Ha, Teppei, more like TOENAIL!” Everyone laughs but me. In fact, I start sobbing, curling into a ball to try and avoid these social terrorists (A/N: Me too, Teppei, me too ;-;). Before I can register what’s happening, sturdy hands lift me up from under my armpits and spin me around to face the perpetrator. 

“I’m Hirano. Sorry about them. I promise they’re not usually like this.” He shoots a glare at the men, as if to say their fun was over. They roll their eyes but abide, shuffling off. ‘Wow. He scattered all those big scary men so quickly. What an Alpha… Eugh! What am I saying? He’s the enemy…’ I blush, fidgeting underneath his searing look.

“I-I-It’s okay! Really… But I need to be let go! This must be some kind of mistake. Lady Kokomi would never do something like this. It’s probably a war crime.” His breath tickles the side of my neck. That’s how close he is.

“Don’t be deceived. I feel for you, and I feel bad, but you’re not going anywhere. This was an official arrangement - you’re a bargaining piece, basically.” Shock spreads throughout my spine. It seems like Hirano is the type with the shell… except, he can get really serious at just a simple whim.

“Bargaining piece or not, I will get out, Sir Hirano. Lady Kokomi is not the type of individual to send away her troopers like trash. That, I am sure of.” The strange rush of courage pumping through my heart lasts a single second. Then, the embarrassment overtakes it. Suddenly, Hirano kabedons me! 

“U-Uhm!? What the nani!?” I sputter.

“Get rid of those lofty ideals now, pretty boy. No prisoner’s escape Tenryou land. Not under the Shogun’s all-seeing gaze. Now be a good kohai and be quiet, ‘kay?” Hirano’s breath is addicting, and I feel like a breathalyzer as it fans across my blooming cheeks. ‘H-H-H-H-He’s too much… He’s seriously too much! Calling me pretty boy and all that is way too mean!’ Blood gushes out of my nose like it's Niagara Falls, successfully ruining the moment as the crimson propels onto Hirano’s cheekbones.

“Eugh, what the-! You little rascal, I just cleaned my uniform! How was that so projectile? That doesn’t even- Ugh, it’s fine. Let’s just get you to med,” Hirano swabs the blood off his skin with the cuffs of that tacky Tenryou outfit and puts an arm across my waist as he leads me to one of the doors. “I wouldn’t want you to pass out.” 

His manly digits coalescing across my bony waist is almost enough to make me gush from my nose again. ‘He’s such husbando material… NO! I can’t think like that… I must survive! I must get out of here and return to my Priestess!’ 

To be continued…

[set-phasers-to-whump]

hostage situation

prompt: hostage situation (alt no.5)

whumpee: nick burkhardt

fandom: grimm

hi! this is really late tonight sorry! butttttt i had a lot of fun writing it, even though i was kinda dreading it because i had No Idea what i wanted to do until suddenly the idea just hit me lol. so i’m glad about that :) hope you enjoy!

It happens so quickly that even Nick’s lightning reflexes can’t help him. 

The man grabs him from behind, and Nick immediately tries to fight him off. But the guy evidently has more strength than him, because he contains Nick easily, despite his struggling. A single arm wraps around him, so tightly he struggles to breathe.

“Hank!”

Hank comes crashing through some trees, gun drawn. “Nick!”

The hand not currently trapping Nick is suddenly in his hair, yanking his head back and exposing his throat. It's met with the sharp edge of a knife, which is pressed lightly, threateningly, into the skin. 

He doesn’t dare try to talk to the man, or swallow, or even breathe, as he feels the knife cut ever so slowly into his throat.

“Give me your gun,” his captor says to Hank, “and your phone.”

Think about this, Nick thinks at Hank, since speaking is kind of off the table for the moment. Do the smart thing. Even if it might mean I get hurt. 

But Hank does the perhaps dumber thing and gives up his weapon and his phone, placing them slowly and carefully on the ground and kicking them over with his foot.

“Can I have my partner back now?”

The knife presses a little harder into Nick’s throat. He feels blood well up along its edge, feels it slowly trickle down his neck and into the collar of his shirt. It stings a little, but in the grand scheme of things feels like nothing. It’s more the thought of what could so easily happen that’s hurting him at the moment.

“Not yet,” the man says in response to Hank’s question. “I want cash. And a way out of here. And I want it now. Or I just might have to kill your partner here.”

Nick watches as Hank slowly goes for his wallet, pushes it again towards the man’s feet. 

“I’ve got maybe $150 cash and a credit card in there,” he says. “Probably a few gift cards if you’re looking to stop by a Barnes and Noble.”

“What about him?” asks the man, wrapping his arm still tighter around Nick’s torso. 

“Nick, man, you got any cash on you?”

He does, although it’s not much. He doesn’t nod, however, or say yes. Just looks at Hank and conveys his answer. Hank reads him easily. 

“He’s got some money, but not a lot, same as me. Can I get it for him?”

“Okay, but you just watch it. You try anything and I hurt him. More.”

“I’ll watch myself,” Hank promises, and then his hand is in Nick’s pocket, but not the one with his wallet in it. Nick feels Hank’s fingers find his phone, pressing the power button rapidly for an emergency call. It’s about to start ringing when the knife suddenly digs deeper into Nick’s throat, and he feels like if it goes much further there may not be any coming back. He makes a sort of choking sound as blood starts pouring from the wound more rapidly. 

“You stop that,” says his captor, “or the next cut I make might be the last.”

Hank’s hand leaves Nick’s pocket just as someone on the other end of the line says, “911, what’s your emergency?”

“Tell them it was a wrong number,” hisses the man, the metal of his knife still on Nick’s throat, though for now it’s stopped actively cutting into him. The wound, understandably, is hurting more now, and the blood has completely soaked the upper part of his shirt, making him start to shiver (though he has to admit that may be due to more than just the dampness of his shirt). 

“Uh, sorry. Wrong number,” Hank says. 

“Hang up.”

Hank’s hand reaches back into Nick’s pocket and hangs up the call as the operator asks if they’re really sure they’re okay.

“His wallet, please.”

This time Hank’s hand goes to the right pocket, pulls out Nick’s wallet to set it at the man’s feet, around which is accumulating quite the pile of items. 

Maybe enough items that Hank can -

Clickboom.

- grab his gun and shoot the guy while setting down the wallet. 

His would-be murderer falls away from Nick, the knife finally sliding away from his throat, making a shallow cut as it drags without control over his skin. And then the man hits the ground, knife skittering out of his hand, which wraps around his upper leg instead, where Hank had managed to shoot him. 

“Nice...shot,” Nick says, bringing a hand to his throat when the speaking hurts. The hand comes away stained with blood, which isn’t really a surprise, but there’s so much of it, more than he’d really been expecting, and he can feel it smeared all down his neck and underneath his shirt and on his shirt and the cut itself stings in the cool air, but burns at the same time, and his hands are starting to shake as the adrenaline wears off, and it’s all a lot. He looks instinctively to Hank for help. 

Hank’s in the middle of cuffing the suspect, but he finishes the job just as Nick is starting to slump forwards. He grabs Nick before he can fully collapse, his hands steady and calming on Nick’s slightly-panicked body. 

They sink to the ground, and Hank grabs his phone from near Nick’s feet as he pulls off his jacket and then his shirt, the latter of which he carefully presses to Nick’s bleeding gash. 

It hurts more to have something touching it, though, and just to make it worse, it feels kind of like he’s choking. Nick backs away from the shirt, tries to take in a deep breath but coughs instead, which hurts. 

“Hey, hey, don’t do that,” Hank says. “I know it’s not comfortable, but you need to let me do this. It’ll slow down the bleeding.”

Nick nods in understanding, the movement forcing a bit more blood from the wound. It’s better than speaking, though, anyway. The shirt comes back, and it still hurts, still feels like he’s choking, but he tries to focus on what Hank had said and the fact that Hank is here right now, and talking to someone on the phone who will come and help them. It’s enough to keep him from completely panicking, anyway. 

“Help’s coming,” Hank announces, hanging up his phone. “They’ll be here in about ten minutes. Luckily neither of you is in serious danger of bleeding out.” Nick catches him shooting a glare at the captor-turned-captive handcuffed next to them, whose bullet wound is sluggishly bleeding - incapacitating, but not lethal. Pretty excellent work, especially considering the circumstances, Nick thinks, returning his focus to Hank. 

“How are you doing?” Hank asks, adjusting his grip on the shirt pressed to Nick’s neck. 

Nick almost says, you know, my hands are working fine, you don’t need to keep holding that, I can do it myself, but something (apart from the thought of the pain of speaking) stops him, lets him accept Hank’s care. 

“Okay,” he whispers, wincing as even that low volume hurts his throat. 

“Sorry,” Hank whispers back. “I’m not gonna make you talk anymore.”

Please keep talking to me, Nick thinks at him, even if I don’t talk back. If Hank doesn’t keep talking, keep distracting him, then he’s going to start really thinking about what’s happened, which scares him a little more than he’d like to admit - especially admit to himself. 

“But just ‘cause you can’t talk doesn’t mean I can’t talk, so now you get to hear about my problems.”

Hank launches into a story about this new book he’s reading and all the cool stuff in it that he thinks Nick might like. It’s genuinely interesting stuff, and so distracting that Nick all but forgets about the feeling of the shirt pressing into his still-bleeding, hurting neck, forgets about the blood drying on his shirt and down his skin, forgets about the man sitting not three feet from him who did this to him…

Okay, maybe he’s not as distracted as he thought he was. He feels his breathing pick up, tries to calm it down before Hank notices, but Hank has his hand on Nick’s throat, so of course he’s going to notice.

“Nick, hey. Breathe.”

I’m trying, Nick thinks. 

“I know you’re trying to breathe. Follow me, okay?” Hank reaches out with his unoccupied hand and grabs one of Nick’s lightly-trembling ones, guiding it to rest on his chest, over his heart. He takes a deep breath, in and out. 

Nick copies him as best as he can, throat burning with every jagged breath he takes. This is stupid, he thinks to himself. I’ve been subjected to a lot worse than this. Why is this one thing affecting me so much?

“Hey, breathe, remember?”

Nick focuses as much attention as he can on his hand that’s pressed to Hank’s chest. He feels it rise and fall with Hank’s breathing, and below that, feels his heart beating, steady and calm. He focuses on that, on the steady, sure rhythm of Hank’s heartbeat, letting his breathing slowly even out on its own. He feels his own heartbeat begin to slow in turn, feels the shaking in his body subside. 

“Feeling better?”

He nods into the fabric of Hank’s shirt, which is actually pretty soft and doesn’t aggravate his cut as much as he’d thought it would. 

“Good, because the paramedics are here.”

Nick looks up, where sure enough, a few paramedics are approaching. Two of them pay attention to Nick, while two others haul the other man away on a gurney.

They instruct Hank to move the shirt, then stick a clean gauze bandage to Nick’s throat for the journey to the ambulance. One of the paramedics begins to try and help Nick onto a second gurney, which he stubbornly refuses to do. He’s fine. Certainly capable of walking, at any rate.

“He can walk,” Hank says for him, as Nick looks to him for assistance from the paramedic who is trying to convince him that it really is better if he just lets them do what they need to do.

“Are you sure?”

Hank raises an eyebrow at Nick for confirmation, which Nick quickly gives.

“It’s not like his legs are hurt. Just let him walk to the ambulance, and you can do what you need to do from there.”

The paramedic agrees, and the group walks to the ambulance, which is not all that far away, though it feels like miles. Nick supposes that’s the blood loss. But despite his slow, occasionally stumbling walking, Hank never tries to make him stop, or let anyone carry him, or do anything that he doesn’t want to do. He just wraps an arm around Nick’s shoulders to support him and keeps going.

thanks for reading! hope you enjoyed :)

[crispycrimebrulee]

Hey so I’m kinda new to requesting and I hope that your requests are open. Butttttt if you could, could you do the main four with a s/o who burnt their fingers. (I totally didn’t just burn my fingers earlier what no) I hope I didn’t bother you😅

i stg im gonna bubble wrap my anons-

Gon

- why are you like this

- he’s invested a lot more time buying first aid kits since you injure yourself like this

- he makes sure whatever you’ve burned yourself with is far, far away (or off)

- as much as he buys the first aid kit, he probably wont know how to use it

- if its snowing outside, he sticks your hand in the snow

- other than that, he runs your hand under cold water

- might remember the first aid kit after all that and get burn cream for you!

- bandages them and he will kiss your fingers

- will tell you no more hot things for you

- will also burn his fingers on the thing you burned yours on, so he isnt any better

Killua

- :/

- sigh

- how did you do this?

- proceeds to call you and idiot 15 times in a row for burning yourself

- very worried and upset about you injuring yourself

- numbing cream, burn cream, bandages, gives you a mitten to wear

- bans you from the kitchen altogether, you cant be trusted around hot things

- will most likely give you a stupid nickname now, since youve burned yourself

Kurapika

- nooooooooooo

- his poor baby-

- he will fuss over you like no tomorrow

- will call Leorio on just what he’s supposed to do

- he makes sure everything hot is off and/or put away

- anytime you need to work with hot things, he’s already volunteering to do it for you

- always checking up on your hand, changes your bandages often

Leorio

- how???

- needs to know what you burned it on, when you burned it, how hot was the thing, where is the thing, is the thing off and put away?

- will inspect your fingers carefully and gently

- cleans them, puts cream and bandages on them (depending on how bad the burn is) and begs you to wear oven mitts the next time

- always hovers near you when you’re in the kitchen, especially when you’re around hot things

- as much as he keeps you from burning yourself again, he ends up hurting himself

- thinks better him than you, right?

[knicole0527]

How Did I Fall For Unwritten History?

So I’m in a whole relationship right? Like a whole fat ass relationship. Like me plus her equals nobody else . Its kinda dope and kinda like coccaine . If she was a drug I’d take it . She grounds me . She makes love to my mind , heart , and then my body . Her way of words sometimes makes me feel stupid because she uses words I cant imagine using . My vocabulary aint that big . But ask me about math or science ? I’m definitely ya girl . She was my missing piece . If that makes any sense at all . We definitely have our rollercoasters but I’ll killl anyone over her and I stand on that . Best part its with who I chose and not who my parents chose or approved of. I actually dont care whether they approve of me or not. Mom didnt want kids anyways. As she put it, she likes “ a return to sender kid “ I know she used to joke about it but I later found it to be true. So at this point either you like my happiness or you dont. But anyways, So we met the first time at work, Afni Call Center to be exact. She was a bet. By bet I mean with green money with coworkers. So I bet that I would get smashed by this girl and they would each owe me 50 bucks. I mean who can turn down money. Plus she was kinda cute and I know she was watching my little booty when I would walk away . I was 80 pounds lighter when we first met .

But here lately things have gone to shit . I can admit I fucked up . Well in the beginning . I cheated . She found out . But I was honestly gone tell her everything but she found out I broke her heart all that and then some . Since I put all my business out there . Only reason why I cheated was because I wanted a kid . I wanted her for sure but I wanted a kid . As time passed us by I realized she doesn’t want kids at all . So I had to make a decision , kids or stick around for my one true love in my adult life . So I looked her in the face , I probably had tears In my eyes and told her I chose her . She looked at me with confusion for a little and I dont think she anted me to flat out give up kids. But I was gone doe what I had to do to keep her by my side .

Now before we get to me cheating . I had an apartment on Old Morgantown Road . I loved that damn space man . Hard wood flooring . Storage unit . I had a w/d hook up . I had a good apartment and I could afford it and be able to live my best life . Rent was 475 a month . Utilities and water ran me about 80 . So I was well within my budget . But my dumb ass got involved with this man who I thought I could change . I was trying to hear from nobody about nothing . I wasnt trying to hear that he was cheating because I felt like I gave him no reason to cheat . I was giving him everything and then some . Hell I let his stupid ass cousin stay on my couch . So they were living rent free right , I know stupid Kendra always doing dumb shit . I should have opened my eyes but I didn’t .

Well he and I are definitely no longer together . He got my little cousin pregnant . I dont know whats worse . That she knew he was still living with me . That she knew we was kin . That he knew we was still together , fucking and living together and I never ask for a dollar . Or that my bosses had to call me in the office with another one of my cousins and sit me down to tell and show me that he was cheating and she was pregnant . It even shocked me that she tried to question me about my niggas car . Like girl he and I live together so yes maam I’m gone drive his car . and she was in shock to see me in the drivers seat . huh . Aint that funny how it all played out though ? But you know , karma got took his dick for a minute . He got the worst news of his life . His heart was just as shattered as mine . His trust was screwed if not worse than mine . He found out that while he was too busy cheating on me , she was getting knocked down by his cousin . LMFAO SERIOUSLY . He did all that cheating and got that girl pregnant and ended up getting played himself . So while I was his woman , he had a side bitch who had a side nigga , but THE SIDE NIGGA HAD A SIDE BITCH . I hadnt had sex with him in a while because things started getting to me and I was becoming very suspicious so I was still going to get checked anyways . But yea . What a fckd up love hexagon . Crazy how we all worked together . But when I reached my snapping point . I became a little on the ratchet side and called his mom and told her come get her sons belongings because he was homeless again . My cousin didnt have her own spot so somebody had to come take care of him because by that time I was done pretending .

Shit got bad for me mentally . I had me fckd up . I lost my job and went broke because I drank and popped it away . I know definitely wasn’t the right thing but I just wanted to feel numb to everything . I didnt really care how I got high just as long as I as high I was okay and at peace .

Alot of time went by and my past came back . She made me feel safe . And she saw me ; like the actual me . She knew something was up . Hell I gained 50 pounds since the last time we seen each other . But when she came back . I dont know if I was more so excited to see her or trying to fuck her right there on the floor at work . I walked in the door and the moment I seen her ... I didnt care who I was talking to , I think Wanda , I’m sorry boo but I seen my old boo and just had to do it . I could not help myself I had to hug her before I did anything else . I had a little more weight on me too because during our last encounter , hmm hmm , I was a bit smaller and hadnt grown boobs yet . So when she seen me running 90 mph to her ; baby girl was in for a shock .

Time went by and we started seeing each other a little more outside of work . Then she started to spend the night . But when she started doing that , I think I made things a little complicated for her at her moms . I had no intentions of doing so but it kinda got weird because she wasnt coming home very much any more . But yall , when I had her all to myself . Do you know how many times I undressed this girl with my eyes . I mean she standing there fully clothed and I seen EVERY INCH of her thru them clothes . It was bad yall . lol . She kinda eventually sorda moved in ; even though I thought she had already moved in . Time went by and things were okay ya know . We were just in the “ talking “ phase and just filling each other out . She started to grow on me a little more than I planned . and then I wanna say it was my birthday or after ? Baby girl was so drunk . She , our mutual friend , and I went to go grab food and drinks . Weeellllllll , I trapped her into drinking and drinking and drinking . We got home ? and she drank and and got funnier as the night went on . I remember that day like it was yesterday and the videos I have are absolutely the funniest videos I have ever recorded . “ butt clouds “ and the car honk that about gave her a damn heart attack .

Anywho times have went on . We decided to go to hilltop and live there . Who would have thought we would live together because I was stern on not wanting to live with her . It was weird living there . Always wondering if or when we were going to get a roommate . Then ? Thats the first time I ever broke a heart . See , she was always wanting to like distinguish a title. Meanwhile I am petrified of titles and labels and shit . Plus I have labeled myself for so long I didnt want to put a label on she and I . So I waited and waited and waited and decided to test waters . By testing waters meaning , I caught baby fever BAD . LIKE BAD BAD . I wanted a kid so bad I didnt think about talking to her first , I was just hoping one day I could be like , surprise baby we are having a baby ; butttttt I was gonna tell her how I got pregnant IF if actually happened . But she kinda beat me to it . She seen the messages on her tablet and as you know it went to shit from there . I broke her heart . I wasnt sure if or when she would or could ever forgive me . ( its JAn232021 ) and I know she still hasn’t forgiven me for anything . Not sure if she will ever get past it enough to love me love me .

We made it official , May 2019. By that time the only things that mattered to me were building a life with her. Come August 2020 . We got a place together and as time went on, I knew something was wrong but I would rather ignore it than have to go to the doctor because that just aint my cup of tea. I hate doctors.. they always wanna diagnose people with shit. I just didn’t wanna be one of those people so I held out as long as I could before it got to the point of being unbearable . I lost yet another good job . At first they thought it was covid and it wasnt . I tested negative for covid . Then I had like 5 appointments that following week . I was put on all types of stuff . I was throwing up everything . I was crying non stop . I was doing things not in my normal regimen . Thats when things fell harder on her . Harder as in bills , and stress and everything . I became that burden . I became the thing in the relationship that puts everything on the line . I became the complete failure in the relationship .

I wasn’t able to help like I planned . in fact my checks were so small that every pay day because I had all my bills and people I owed money to on auto pay and I kept making promises, put me in the negatives . I was in the negatives for 3 to 4 months . So imagine being the one in the relationship who didnt feel welcome . Who didnt feel like I deserved the love and things like that . All I wanted to do was help out and I couldn’t . Made me want to pack up and wait until I knew she was gone so I could leave . I didn’t know what to do . But I knew I was pretty much of no use . I knew that she resented me . I knew it pushed things back so far it may never come back to normal .

But now , Im better than I was still struggling though .  But I have this amazing job . I have a job where I can do my part and not hurt . I have a job where I can finally help out now . But its not enough . I’m not enough . The love is not enough anymore . I have became disposable . I have become the one who broke and shattered her heart and trust in her adult love life . How do I come back from it ? How do I rescue something that may have already died ? Am I worth it ? Am I better off without ? Do I deserve her ? She deserves the world and I want to give it to her I do .

But idk , maybe my mom was right . just maybe the only things I’m good at are singing and laying on my back . Havent accomplished shit yet . Got banned from a job because I tried to put my hands on someone . Got fired from 3 good fucking jobs because of my health .

Im crashing at this point . My future is on edge . I am on edge . this is not cool dude . But I will play the hand I’m dealt . Maybe I will win and marry the woMAN of my dreams . Or maybe I will just fck it up once again . We Will See .

[phoebehalliwell]

Any thoughts on a cupidlighter? (cupid-whitelighter) What kind of powers they might have? Like, would they develop new hybrid powers? (Orbeaming? Lol)

Okay. So. i actually think about the differences between cupids & whitelighter relatively frequently (i can say at the very least more frequently than any normal person) because in my next gen fic we have both cupitches and witchlighters, and while we already have a basic 411 on a witchlighter hybrid because of paige, chris, & wyatt, we saw really next to nothing on how cupids function as they were only in a total of like eight or nine episodes. but it’s established cupids are a different species and while cupids & whitelighters share some powers with similar functions (both have a form a teleportation & of sensing), i think the ways they tap into these powers is completely different. broad strokes, if a whitelighter and a cupid switched bodies, they would have trouble beaming/orbing respectively, because it would require a different set of skills/mentality.

so let’s start with whitelighters bc we’ve got a little more lore on them to start with. they are a species completely ruled by logic. there are clearly A Lot of rules in place for whitelighters, ranging from general “don’t fall in love with your charge” to the hella specific “don’t eat on the job, wear you formal robes to meetings”. we literally get the quote “a whitelighter who's controlled by his emotions is useless.” so uh. yeah. that and they clearly serve a higher power (the elders), and to displease them is to have your wings clipped. now, we could get into some speculation here bc while the elders are a higher council of whitelighters the do act as the guide/leaders of all users of white magic, no matter the species. so like we could say that what a whitelighter should have originally been was one who was always compelled to do good and help others and they initially operated off their basic instinct, and then the formed a casual system you know assigning charges to make sure every witch/future whitelighter was receiving the guidance they needed, and then that grows into this and this grows into that and we see the elders rise as the beacon of good magic, the moral compass to guide the world (and who better to watch over good magic than beings who are literally hand picked due to their amazing capacity to do good?). but now it’s sorta a uhh what’s the word you know that thing where something feeds off its own energy and growing bigger and bigger because every time you’re doing it your building off your last iteration and nothing’s really driving you to do it at this point other than the fact you feel like you need to improve the last phase into a bigger and better phase it’s very cyclical and i swear there’s a colloquialism for it but i just can’t put my finger on it Anyway it become a that situation where the elders are the leaders of the magical community so they need to be presentable and they need to be dignified and they can’t be a clownass bc then it seems like the elders as a whole are clownasses (which i aint saying anything butttttt) and because of all this whitelighters as a whole, over the centuries, turn away from that sort of intrinsic emotion based free form sitch and become a much more rigid and structured people. because of this, i think powers such as orbing is really guided by a more logical approach. they think of a location, and they can go there. it’s very much done with the mind. sensing is another whitelighter ability that has become less and less attuned to emotions. a whitelighter can sense when their charge is in trouble, but we really don’t get any other emotions. however, they can easily sense if there are people in a room, or if a being is evil (note: i know in the s5 opener when piper was kidnapped by necron leo’s like “all i’m sensing is courage” but my counterargument was that was not a normal emotion, that was a magically amped up backfire of a spell that suppressed other emotions and completely flooded one’s system with courage, so i don’t count that really. i would also add, as piper and leo share a very deep, very strong bond, it’s also likely that leo’s ability to sense piper is a lot higher than it would be with any of his other charges).

so now let’s jump to cupids. we have barely any canon on them (which i love), and what we do have i might very well ignore. (there’s a cupid judge?? all cupids are dead babies????? i’m..... yeah i’m not doing that.) the way i see cupids is as beings of love, who are very much ruled by their emotions (the real water signs of the magical world). we know from coop that beaming itself is about emotions, not logic. you can’t think of a place to get there, you feel it (which is why piper and leo kept fucking up their beaming destinations in the finale). when they sense, they sense love, they sense hurt, they sense fear, they sense caution, they sense hope. it’s not a physical thing, it’s not a mental thing, it’s pure, raw emotions. also just while i’m on the topic the way i think cupids work is that they’re just straight up vagabonds, they wander the earth just looking for instances to spark love, there’s no rhyme or reason to it. (like leprechauns how in canon “are like bees, they pollinate the world with luck.” it’s implied they don’t have charges/specific assignments to do with their luck, they just go where the vibes take them. that’s how i like to think cupids work. like love isn’t about reason or logic, so the way they operate shouldn’t be grounded in reason or logic). as far as a higher power they have to answer to, i don’t think that would come from within the cupids. i think while there is a vague social structure base off how long one has been a cupid for, there’s mostly just a sense of fraternity that links them all together. the higher power they answer to is the elders (who honestly i really don’t think they engage with the cupids like At All especially with their focused belief that logic and discipline should be the standard they just really don’t like the loosey goosey energy the cupids have. it think when they called coop bc they felt vaguely guilty for completely shafting her love life was probably the first time they reached out to the cupids in about a century or so).

So. now that i have talked extensively about both species, let’s get into what a cupidlighter would actually look like. for starters, the birth’s gonna be a scandal. romeo and juliet two households both alike in dignity a wild love affair a this a that the other it’s gonna be the talk of the whole magical community. and there are so many questions because how will this child age? which being would they elect to become? what powers will they have? so on and so forth. so two answer my own questions: a whitelighter was once human, and can become human again. it’s established immortality is a gift. i think cupids are naturally immortal (sidenote i think coop had to petition the elders to grant him the ability to age, which they weren’t too keen on bc they’re like dude we already let you marry a witch what more do you want and coop’s like .....to not watch my wife grow old without me??? and they’re like ughhhhhhh but then leo catches wind of this and orbs up there like heartless motherfuckers?? coop’s love for phoebe is pure don’t subject them to this horrible curse???? jesus christ aren’t you supposed to be the good guys? stop and think about your actions for like 90 seconds you callous fucks??? and the elders are like 😐😐 okay coop can age. and like the younger whitelighter are like can we talk like that? and the older ones are like nooooooo that’s a leo thing they like cannot kill him). so, in conclusion, i think a cupidlighter would age like a mortal, but at an insanely slow rate (think like asgardians to humans in the mcu. but like. maybe not that slow). what will they become, a whitelighter or a cupid: i think they would be raised/trained in the ways of both, and then once they’re like in their twenties you know they’ve been alive for almost a century they would probably settle and decide what they will act as, which really depends on who they are as a person (but let’s be real it’s gonna be cupids who wants to serve those stuffy ass elders with their suckass playbook). as to what powers they would have, i am honestly going to say All Of Them. because there’s no witch in them there’s no concept of a dominant/active power. so they just like. can do it all. (and hell yes to the orbeaming which i am definitely looks like orbing but instead of a blue light and tiny white orbs its a pink like with small ass lil hearts 💞💕). so the teleportation magic would fuse into a new power and the sensing would fuse into just a superior version of sensing, they can heal like a whitelighter they can manipulate time like a cupid they just. they get everything. But. a lot of the powers have different triggers than they normally would. i would say orbeaming would definitely be a more difficult form of teleportation to master than orbing or beaming on its own. i think the time manipulation, which should be ruled by the cupid half, would end up having a more whitelighter trigger, meaning they’re going to have to figure that one out on their own because the cupids don’t know how to teach it to them and the whitelighters don’t have that power. so while they really have a long list of powers, mastering them is much more difficult than it would be for any non-hybrid.

and if i’m doing a bonus round (and i’m Always doing a bonus round) here are my thoughts on a cupitchligher. so we’ve got a couple options here a cupitch was a relationship with a whitelighter a witchlighter has a relationship with a cupid a cupitch and a witchlighter have a relationship a cupidlighter has a relationship with a witch. i think i’ve covered all my bases. i also think all of these would yeild a great range of magic results, but the baseline common traits would be like 1. good person, like an incredibly good person bc they have the whitelighter instinct to help people in need the cupid impulse to spark and nuture love And on top of that the witch’s need to protect the innocent. bro you’ve got such a good person on your hands. and then 2. their witch powers would be amplified by their other halves. okay so you’ve got a tribrid so you know they’re already going to be strong but this is like a merphoenichaun where all the sides are magical but like,, unrelated, this is three sides working in absolute harmony to amplify one another. a witch’s powers come from their emotions and the cupid side helps boost that and the whitelighter side not only adds its own extra punch but it also works to hone it through the inherent discipline that has become ingrained into whitelighter dna.

[purplesurveys]

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survey by ohsh1t2wksl8

Why might you get rid of an old family heirloom? I have the tendency to be a bad hoarder tbh, but I can imagine having no problem with throwing an heirloom out if I find out something particularly disgusting about the original owner, like if they were extremely racist when they were alive or were serial killers or something.

What is something that kids spend most of their time doing? Ooh, I haven’t been a kid nor have I hung out with kids in a while. I do know a lot of them like asking a series of questions, which I mostly find adorable. All my cousins did this with me when they were younger.

What is something that you might only do once a week? My family and I watch Sunday mass weekly. I’m not into it, but I don’t have a choice.

Why might a person wake up at 2:00 AM? Nightmares. I know this happens to me, at least.

What is something you might eat with a hamburger? I usually eat mine with French fries. But some restaurants serve burgers with onion rings, which is even better.

Name something that you haven’t done since high school gym class. Ran in an oval. That’s how we were made to warm up then, but in my college PEs we were never required to do so and stationary exercises usually sufficed.

How much would you tip a waiter or waitress for good service? Tipping isn’t required where I live and the whole calculating for the 20% bit is a completely foreign concept here. That said, I usually give a P20 tip as thanks in every restaurant I dine at; but if the service was exceptionally good, I’d give either a P50 or P100, depending on how much money I have left.

Who is your favorite character from the television sitcom, “Friends”? I think I’ve answered this recently but my answer will never change - it’s Chandler, for damn sure. Monica’s a really close second, and she was originally my first favorite until I realized Chandler is way too hilarious of a character that it would be almost an insult not to rank him 1st. The rest of my rankings go Rachel, Ross, Joey, then Phoebe.

What is something you can buy for only $1 or less? For P50, I can get myself a couple of ballpens.

Name a native Spanish-speaking country. Mexico.

What is a liquid in your kitchen that you hope no one ever drinks? Canola oil.

What is something that breaks down frequently? Me...hahahahahahahahahahaha but another answer would be the public trains that we have. Those have never been reliable and in pre-Covid days it was common to hear news of the LRT/MRT breaking down and passengers being forced to walk all the way to the next station. Of course, unsurprisingly, the government never really did anything about it, and with public transport being indefinitely halted due to Covid it’s now mostly a buried issue.

What is another name for “book”? The first guess that came to mind is publication, but now that I think about it it’s a bit of a broader term compared to book.

Name a famous wizard. I’m gonna go with the obvious because I’m not too familiar with this genre anyway: Harry Potter.

Name a piece of furniture that might be handmade. Tables! My grandpa hand-made our present living room table. :) It’s made out of wood but my mom spray-painted it black to fit more with the atmosphere she wanted for the house.

Whose name might you have tattooed on your body? I would have initials tattooed on me, but never names. That said...can’t really imagine anyone’s initials deserving a permanent spot on my skin. Maybe my kid’s/kids’, should I have my own in the future.

How long is an unbearable commute for you? I don’t commute. But as a driver, I will start getting pissed if I find myself on the road for 2 hours straight especially if my destination isn’t even too far away.

What is something that you always need to leave plugged in? The electric fan is turned on 24/7, unless I’m not in my room.

What is a sport that you’ve always wanted to play, but never got a chance to. Ooh, this is honestly hard to answer because back in high school we were given the chance to try out a bunch of sports - futsal, baseball, soccer, basketball, volleyball, badminton, table tennis, and even gymnastics and cheerleading. Name it and we were probably briefly taught it. And some sports I tried out on my own time, like beach volleyball and ultimate. Hmm...OH wait we never covered tennis!!! and I’ve always wanted to try that.

What is a fruit that you might eat in the morning? Hard pass.

What beverage do you most commonly drink with breakfast? I either have food accompanied with water, or just coffee with no food. I never have coffee if I’m having food for breakfast as I don’t like how that could affect the taste of my food.

Name a type of gun that doesn’t shoot bullets. Do water guns count? Haha.

Where is a place that you might not get cell phone reception? Underground parking lots. I’ve definitely gotten in trouble before for missing out on my mom’s texts and calls because I had been hanging out at a mall’s underground parking area.

Who might you send a selfie to? Angela, but I never really do that anymore. I used to, though, back when we still regularly sent each other Snapchats.

What is a plant that someone might grow themselves? My grandma keeps a lot of horsetail plants at my childhood home.

Name an item in or on your bed every night. I sleep beside my phone as I need the background noise from YouTube to lull me to sleep.

What type of vehicle would you not want to hit while driving? I’ve driven beside Porsches and Ferraris before, which has always made me quietly panic lmfao

What part of your body typically has an ache? I’m starting to get regular headaches after my shift. My shoulders and lower back also hurt more often now. Definitely time to invest in a comfy work chair.

Out of your work shift, how much time do you spend doing “actual work”? Hmm, not sure what actual work means butttttt on weekends, I’ll check in on work stuff for a total of maybe around 30 minutes just because I hate being far away from work for a long time haha.

Why might a person be running? They forgot something in their car and need the thing immediately.

Name an older actor who has been in lots of movies. Bette Davis.

Where is somewhere that you might need to use coins? Riding the jeepney. Or any public transport, really.

What material might be used in building a house? Concrete.

What is a metal that a coin might be made out of. No idea. I’ve long thrown my chemistry/physics lessons out of my head, lol.

Can you name a country that starts with the letter A? Azerbaijan.

What is something that comes out of clouds? Rain.

Name a food that would roll if you accidentally dropped it on the floor. Lumpia. And it is also a type of food I would have no problem picking back up regardless of where it lands. Lumpia is life hahaha.

What is something that comes in a glass bottle? Wine.

How long do your New Years resolutions typically last? I don’t make those, exactly because they never last with me.

What is something that you would hate to see floating around in your bathtub? I’d hate to be sitting in a tub filled with water that was already dirty before I could even settle in it.

About how many pages is the longest book you’ve ever read? I never finished either, but it’s either Les Miserables or Gone with the Wind.

Name something that Kentucky is famous for. Outside of KFC, which I’m pretty sure I heard somewhere that its first franchise actually opened in a different state, I have no idea.

Who would you call first after getting engaged to tell them the news? I can imagine it would be Angela.

Can you name a country with a lot of ice? I dunno. Finland maybe?

What color underwear might you wear for a special occasion? Black.

[notthefilmreview]

So...I’m obsessed with NEVER HAVE I EVER now and I’m not mad

Hey it’s Dana and I’m procrastinating my school work (because even the lockdown can’t stop my teachers from giving me work - how great!) so I’ve decided to watch a bit of the new Netlfix series NEVER HAVE I EVER which (after a google search) I found out is created by Mindy Kaling!

(However, by the time this post goes up I’ll probably still be procrastinating but for a whole different set of school work! Yay for me, I guess!)

I actually really have no idea what it’s about except for the fact that the title is a game I used to play with my friends to find out some gossip about their love life and vice versa which was often uninteresting because we never really had much to say. In conclusion, American High School romances have lied to me all my life about games like Truth or Dare and Never Have I Ever (it’s either that or me and the people around me have just lived fairly uninteresting lives...sounds plausible).

Anyway, read on to read about me reacting to NEVER HAVE I EVER the series for the first time!

Let’s just take a moment to appreciate how pretty Devi is; her hair is goals; orange is her colour; she has such a cute smile; she is thriving! 

Also, I do love the religious diversity and the Indian representation.

Hahaha! Okay this first scene is quite funny and the arm hair thing is so relatable if you have dark hair; I envy people with lighter hair!

But, what is it with people and always wanting to be invited to parties??? They’re seriously not that fun and I often leave with a headache and an empty stomach. At first, they are quite entertaining but after a while (when you’ve told every single story about what you did in your summer holiday and stuff about your dog) you’ve run out of things to say and just awkwardly stand there until someone - and there is always someone - finally mentions school and now you’re that group of people talking about school because there’s nothing better to talk about. Or maybe that’s just my experiences with parties - I don’t know (I haven’t been to many lol).

Hey, that’s Mona from DC’s Legends of Tommorrow!!!! Omg! is this why she left the show???

Ahhh and Devi is not only a Hindu and an Indian-American but she is also a wheelchair user - Mindy is out there just trying to give everyone all the representation we need!

Oh - so she managed to walk again after trying to see a hot boy’s chiseled jawline behind a car? Hmmmm...seems plausible.

I’m also getting a really 80s vibe that seem quite common in Netflix movies and tv shows (like Sierra Burgess Is A Loser) but I know it’s meant to be in the 21st century.

Lol I’ve never heard that before but it made me choke on my food. Imagine people bullying you and calling you the UN - the political slander, the international slander. Omg I love this show so much.

I don’t really thinkl Devi should care if Ben thinks she’s unbangable because she is only 15 so she doesn’t exactly need to have banging as her number one priority.

Yassssssss strut queen!

The heels things is extremely relatable; I’m already a clutz while walking in flats but when I put on heels I’m falling all over everywhere (you should’ve seen me dance at my Year 11 Prom lol). Devi is wearing really high heels - I seriously could never so good for her!

So Paxton just says yes to having sex with her? What? Is this how it works? Is it that easy? 

I’m so confused.

So I’m thinking that maybe there’s something more to Paxton than meets the eye. Maybe he’s a shamed virgin (which isn’t really as much of a problem as Hollywood tries to convince us) or maybe he might do a 360 and publicly shame Devi.

What I know, is that Paxton might end up having feelings for Devi after this (because this is how romance works, guys). Also, Devi might back out of having sex with Paxton.

So we’re onto episode 2 which is titled “...had sex with Paxton Hall-Yoshida”, making the title make more sense to me now.

Devi is casually just reading After which coincidently is also on Netflix (marketing strategies?).

*Love is in the air* (I was waiting for LGBTQ+ representations and I know this may cause some conflict with Devi’s plan for them all to get boyfriends butttttt in the long run, once Fab comes out to the gals they’re all going to accept her - at least I hope).

That blonde girl is too cute with her pixie hair cut omg I already love her so much and I haven’t even heard her talk.

This is the only love at first sight that I accept (this and The Half Of It, of course).

(Also the blonde’s eyebrows are beautiful; I want them so much).

This is the guy from Supergirl who played Lena’s old scientist boyfriend (and ruined all our lesbian Lena backstory but I did like him as a guy).

I like how Devi’s PTSD over her dad’s death is really being explored slowly.

Also, I knew that Devi would back out of having sex with Paxton and why does she always get cuts on her on her legs? is this symbolism? to do with her leg? and her mental state? am I reading too far into this?

Let Kamala be the beautiful biologists she deserves to be without an arranged marriage with a man whose family just wants her to be a wife.

We also shouldn’t forget how Devi’s mother’s feeling after her husband’s death. She may seem so strong on the outside but we all know she’s breaking on the inside and I hope that her and Devi can have a heart-to-heart about that.

Personally I think the blue ones...

Awww I think Paxton’s sister (Rebecca) and Devi are going to become good friends and I’m excited to watch it happen ahhhhh!

I’m thinking that Ben and Devi are going to become friends which would be quite sweet considering their rivalry.

Ohhhhhh Kamala has an asian boyfriend??? I’m officially attached; we need to end this arrnaged marriage; she needs to be with her boyfriend.

Awwwwww this is beautiful. I love Devi’s mum so much, she deserves love and attention.

Okay so we’ve now met a more human side to Paxton with him explaining that he’s been quite protective of his sister ever since she was adopted. And they’re not going to have sex (even though Devi told her friends that they did have sex) which is really going to cause major conflict.

Anyway, I should probably actually do some work now so bye!

MAJOR EDIT: So it turns out that I did work for about half an hour then decided to watch the rest of the season without reviewing as I go (because I was even lazy to do that lol). I did not think that I would actually finish the whole season in one go; I thought that I would just watch the first couple of episodes until it felt too awkward to watch the rest. Nevertheless, I watched the rest of the the season and I already want a new season to come out so badly!

Firstly, let’s deal with Paxton. 

So I thought that Paxton would make a massive U-turn and start being less of a douche (as his sister Rebecca - who is just so deadpan with him that I just love her more and more - puts it) and more of a sweetheart who has some type of depth to him. Yes, he does seem to have depth in the way that he’s not just some hot guy on the swim team who’s always mean to everyone because he is usually nice and doesn’t forwardly go out of his way to bully anyone (and I also give points for the fact that he is half asian and not a nerd because we need our dumb asians to replace London Tipton in our hearts). 

The problem is that I’m just confused about him. Why does he always come to Devi’s aid whenever she’s in trouble? What is his purpose? Why does he turn up at her doorstep when she doesn’t answer his text messages? 

I’m particularly confused (and also extremely worried) about that last question because it’s just weird and uneccessary to turn up to someone’s house when they don’t answer your messages. Maybe I would have let him off if he did it once but this guy does it soooooo many times that it’s started to become a bit creepy. Like chill. Seriously. Not everyone is constantly on their phone to text you back instantly and sometimes I’ve even not answered for a couple of days but you don’t exactly see anyone knocking at my door like “hey, Dana, answer my texts - I wanted to know what fucking ice cream you like”.

Basically, it’s just creepy and I feel as though they’re trying to use that to use that as him essentially developing feelings for her but now he needs to lay off because Devi’s got her eyes on Ben now.

Okay so Ben is what I’m excited for now. The next season will most likely focus on their love triangle and maybe devlop Paxton more to possibly make us really confused on who Devi should choose. Personally, I think she should choose Ben at the end of the day. 

Ben started off as Devi’s nemesis and I never really paaid much attention to him at the start because I thought he would just be there for a bit of comedy and to push Devi out of her comfort zone. It turns out that he has pushed Devi out of her comfort zone, in a different way of course (but when they kissed and the camera started panning down I thought they they were actually going to start having sex and I was like omg, whoa, I shouldn’t be watching this but also it would kinda be fulfilling to see Devi choose to have sex with this guy who actually wants her and actually likes her in that moment, fully forgetting about Paxton - it was actually just panning down to another call from Paxton).

I did see a glimmer of something between them but I thought it was just going to be a friendship to add to her group but I’m not mad at how it actually ended.

I feel as though we as the audience will route for Ben more because of that episode that completely centered him, which showed us just exactly how hard Ben’s life is. It was this episode and the Model UN episode that made me think that they might make this a thing (and there was also the fact that he tried to kiss her twice at his house).

It’s also an added bonus that Devi’s mum thinks so highly of Ben because it means she probably won’t have to hide him from her. While, yes, dating a guy who your mother doesn’t like (such as Paxton) is a symbol of rebellion and thriving outside of your family’s hold sometimes it’s not the right option if they turn you into someone completely different. Ben and Devi have this relationship in which she can be her complete self around him and not have to hold anything back or do anything in order to please him. They challenge each other, trust each other (especially with Ben driving her all the way to Malibu and STAYING), and understand each other to a level that Paxton just can’t seem to relate to.

Kamala’s breakup with Steve seemed really out of the blue with her really trying to stay away from an arranged marriage, to plain falling for the guy on the other end of the arranged marriage. Although she did say that she doesn’t want to marry yet I’m still really confused on why she dumped Steve but told Prashant that she likes him. I feel as though it would’ve made a bigger impact if she told both guys she didn’t want them and wants to focus on her aspiring career as a biologist.

I say that but I do see the sparks between Prashant and Kamala with them having a lot of things in common.

I want to end this fairly long review of the entire season 1 of NEVER HAVE I EVER talking about this girl right here, an absolute legend, a queen, the girl who wear a white suit to a sleazy high school party: Fabiola.

This girl is such an icon and her gay panic after summoning (yes, summoning) her whole family to tell them she’s gay (only to end up telling them she switched from AP French to AP Latin) made me both laugh so hard and feel so much pain for her.

When she finally told her mum that she was gay, I panicked. I had to mentally prepare myself to watch this woman shout, cry, question - even disapprove - of her daughter. Instead, what we got was a mother who accepted her daughter and told her that she’s only ever wanted to make her happy. It just made me realise that all that time her mother spent trying to get into her daughter’s love life (after thinking she had a boyfriend) was her version of trying to bond with her daughter and understand her and basically just be a mother.

Well, you know what, she is doing a great job as a mother and I’m so happy for Fab because I know when her mother finds out about Eve (if she hasn’t already) she is going to try and get all the gossip from her daughter and try so hard to take her shopping for clothes that’ll make her look good for dates with Eve (and I am thriving for this).

Her mother’s approach almost reminds me of the mother from Ackley Bridge (if anyone knows that show) who tried to get to know what being a lesbian really is like for a girl by going to one of the most gay areas in the UK. That was just an iconic moment and if you haven’t seen Ackley Bridge go watch that because it’s really good (at first though, after a while it gets a bit trash and you’ll understand).

I hope that season 2 comes quick (but it may not be for a while) and fingers crossed Ben and Devi are endgame, Kamala sorts out what she wants in life, Eleanor finally has a stern talk with her mum, and Fab and Eve finally become official (unless they are already) and we see a story more focused on them.

[beneath-her-soul]

Now where do I begin? A few months ago, I was at the highest peak of my life for the year 2020. My life was re-aligned again and it feels so surreal to be accepted working in my previous job again despite the pandemic crisis that is happening all over the world. 

The past few months has been more of me adjusting my body clock to the normal shift as it is back to normal. The borders hasn’t fully open yet just certain parts of it for essential goods to be delivered from our friendly neighboring country. I’m enjoying work so far, Alhamdulillah. What more can I ask for? Great bunch of co-workers, a fantastic view of watching the sunrise and sunset daily, comfortable resting area for us to unwind and relax during working hours. I call it my second home as I spend most of my time at work than at home. It’s also one way for me to escape if I feel the need to get away from the chaos at home. There’s beds and other facilities that I can think of for survival (lol) such as; Canteen to have our meals and shower place for us to freshen up. Lol, it sounds like I’m boasting how convenient this organization has provide for us. And I am really thankful. Like I mentioned earlier, it’s one way for me to escape from the chaos at home and it’s a safe place for me.

Now lets move on to a much serious topic that leads me to why I am blogging right now. My mental and emotional health.... It’s all over the place. One day I can be the best version of myself and the next day, I can be found crying in the middle of the night in bed over analyzing my performance at work, my family problems, my existence, downfall, my relationship with my partner and how we handle issues. There’s more to it on my list but these are a few that I can list down currently. As I grew older, I will be turning 27 in a few months time, In Sha Allah. I tend to be more reserved with how I express my feelings compared to how it was in my early 20s. I was able to turn my thoughts into words and express it verbally if I am upset or happy freely. Unfortunately, things have changed now. Does it bother me? Yes. Heck YES. But because I choose to be silent because not everyone understands you. I tried different ways to deal with my sadness by doing something fun such as; Painting! During the circuit breaker period, I adopted a new hobby by painting and it’s a therapeutic method for me to release my stress. Nah, I ain’t skilled like Van Gogh but more of me, Nadia. I paint what I like and what inspires me. Now that I remember, I mostly painted leaves and flowers and I still have lots of room of improvement to work on. Besides painting, I tried to exercise regularly to keep myself fit. I recently started jogging again after years of not doing so. It feels great to be back on track, on my own pace. Adding on, Netflix has been such a great entertainment for me to watch movies and series. If you were to ask me if I prefer series or movies, I would go by movies! Unless the show is worth that keeps me at the edge of my sit, then I can also consider series too. Marlon comedy show is hands down (!!!) one of the best comedy show I’ve watched on Netflix. The punchlines never fail to crack me up and there’ll always be a meaningful takeaway that we can learn at the end of every episodes. Butttttt sad news, it only consists of 2 seasons and they didn’t want to continue it. It was all good till it last. 

Now that I have shared some of the things I did on my own when I am feeling upset. There’s something much more bigger that is weighing me down and the only way to deal it is to talk about it. But it just seems that I feel so disconnected. Therefore, this leads to dragging unsolve issues for years and years. And I am still figuring out whether we should talk about it or just let it be. Because sometimes it’s best unspoken.

[timemachineyeah]

Disneyland attractions I’d happily gut without crying over it, and what I’d see them replaced with.

(aka: a list that will make people mad)

Star Tours - 

Yeah YOU FUCKEN HEARD ME. It’ll never happen, as the ride is actually really well loved. It’s always made me motion sick, but I still enjoy it well enough, and anything they’d replace it with would probably use the same system. My favorite part of the ride is the line (ilu C3PO). The actual ride itself, even aside from the motion sickness, just isn’t my jam. I guess I just don’t love Star Wars enough. Or miss the old haplessly charming droid tour guide. 

This would never have made the list a year or more ago, but with the Galaxy’s Edge opening in less than a week, this ride (and the Hyperspace Mountain reskin of Space Mountain) feels like Too Much Star Wars. I like Star Wars, but not enough for one franchise to get two entire lands to itself in one park, which is basically what it feels like at this point. 

What I’d replace it with: Wall-E. Keep the appeal of robots, animatronics, and zipping through space. I have my criticisms of Wall-E and I’m not sure they could resist the urge to put fat jokes in the line (uggggh), but even using the same system you could have the line be like the landed space station at the end of the movie and the ride be zooming through space with Wall-E and Eve.

The Jungle Cruise - 

It’s outdated and racist. And at least the park knows this enough to lampshade it at this point. It’s fun that at this point the ride exists to make fun of itself, being self-aware of how dated and irrelevant it is, but that basically free to execute work-around has been used long enough. It’s time for something actually good. 

What I’d replace it with: Moana. Girls already on a boat for the whole adventure. Gimme a Moana tour. I want a giant life-size animatronic Tamatoa that your boat sails right under or something. Impress me. 

The Tiki Room - 

Listen. I love the Tiki Room. I do. I go there basically every single time I’m in Disneyland. I have that nostalgia itch for it, even with all its problems. I like to go in there and watch all the babies, who are basically getting the best mobile ever. 

As far as I’m concerned the Tiki Room provides a vital service. That being “please come here and have a nice ice cream while we distract your kid for a full fifteen minutes while you just get to sit and nothing is too loud or bright or obnoxious” and that is beautiful. 

Butttttt like The Jungle Cruise it’s a bit past its prime. And has some baked-in-from-the-50s race and culture issues. The problem is, when they tried to pull a Jungle Cruise and overcome those by making fun of them with the TERRIBLE Iago and Zazu update years ago, people rightly fucking hated it. We go to the Tiki Room to relax, not be actively annoyed. Iago and Zazu were pretty quickly pulled and the Tiki Room restored. The Tiki Room is not going to get out of its sticky situation as easily as Jungle Cruise did, because they have always served very different audiences. Just saying “hey look, we know this is outdated and kind of bad!” isn’t going to work.

What I’d replace it with: Lilo and Stitch, but the soft version. In marketing especially, but also in the film, Stitch is often bombastic and irreverent. I remember the promotions for Stitch before the movie came out, where Stitch broke into and demolished classic Disney movies. And while funny, I remember them also putting me off the idea of seeing the movie, because they seemed to be saying “We’re not your Grandma’s Disney! We’re HIP and TOO COOL FOR THIS SENTIMENTAL BULLSHIT. We’re tricksters who love to destroy!”

And the movie did turn out to not be my Grandma’s Disney, but not because it was so DESTRUCTIVE. Rather because it was more sensitive and nuanced and willing to be complex in its depictions of other cultures, of poverty, of death, of redemption, than any Disney animated film that came before. 

But the Stitch of marketing, and the parks, still tends to be (understandably) the goofy little terror version. That’s the bit they sell and highlight when bringing him back for things. And that’s fine! But it’d be a terrible idea for the Tiki Room. 

I’d like the Tiki Room to instead highlight the Hawaii of Lilo And Stitch. The soft moments, the dancing, the culture, the flowers, and the idea of being there for each other even when we’re not perfect. 

The premise is half-baked, but something like the host talking to a silhouette or voice of Lilo (maybe they have Lilo on a Walkie Talkie, and have been working on a plan with her), who accidentally scared Stitch (or one of the other experiments), and needs help to get him to calm down and come back. To get him back Lilo had Jumba and Pleakley make something that would remind him how much he loves his family. We get similar flower animatronics and storytelling of the Tiki Room, a big mobile of wildlife above, with traditional Hawaiian songs, traditional dances, songs from the movie, some Elvis, and sometimes a cute Stitch popping his head up shyly to see what’s going on, as the host tries to reunite him with Lilo. 

You keep the soothing elements of the Tiki Room, but (hopefully with the help of actual Hawaiians) get better representation of Hawaii’s culture AND an IP tie-in. Especially as Stitch’s Great Escape (which was never that good...) has closed in Orlando. 

Autopia

I hate Autopia so much it’s getting its own post. 

[mermaidqueennola]

Workout day 41

January 23, 2020

Hey everyone! A lot has happened these past few months and right now I don’t want to get into it but I’ll share with you later. Basically just a big combination of a spike in anxiety, depression, family drama, heart break, and grief.

Butttttt today I finally got back in the gym!!!! I did refit for an hour! That’s high impact aerobic dancing for an hour straight! Well I did sit out on one song because I became nauseous and lightheaded but then I jumped back in. I physically hurt but it did release the serotonin, aka happy hormone, that my body is in desperate need of.

I hope to make this a habit! I’m also really focusing on my faith this year. My plan is to read the entire Bible by the end of the year. I’ve been good and read every day of the year so far! I have a plan I’m using on my Bible app that tells me what to read everyday. If you’d like to hear more about it I’d love to share that with you!

What are you working on this year?

[skamamoroma]

It’s such a shame with Druck’s focus this season.

If you’re going to bring something like the transgender experience into a show like this where each season is heavily character focused to the point of exclusion of all other viewpoints (to an extent), to me, there’s either two ways of doing things:

- focus entirely on that person (aka a David season): or

- bring the matter into the storyline in a way that facilitates the story of the main character too so that the issues can be played out fully

By that last one, I mean having the issue connected to the main character in a way that the issue you’re talking about can be explored even with this focused format to be given the respect and time it deserves as a topic to discuss.

That’s why with the original (not that I think the remakes should follow the originals closely, I love originality in the remakes) worked so beautifully because yes it introduced bipolar disorder as an element and brought mental illness into Isak’s story but we already knew mental illness was a topic Isak was affected by in some way before Even. By having the issue linked to Isak, we got to explore issues surrounding mental illness in a much more detailed way for example to impact of a parent who struggles with mental health, microaggressions and speech when talking about mental illness... once we got to know Even, he made that issue much more real. We saw his struggle, his behaviours, his highs and lows and we experienced that alongside Isak all the way through to the finale when Isak learned about mental illness himself, learned compassion with it and how to support someone etc. Yes, we could have had a very focused season for Even but regardless, the topic of mental illness was never Isak’s issue but it absolutely impacted his life and his story and his growth and all the while giving Even plenty of focus and respect and growth too... and the audience was educated and filled with affection for both characters.

What Druck is doing is admirable and wonderful to bring transgender issues into a show aimed at young people. That’s can only ever be an amazing thing. I am a cis female so I wouldn’t dream of speaking for those who share the experience and I know many many people have felt supported and represented by David. That’s a damn special thing. But I’ve felt a little confused and cringey at times with the approach Druck has taken because David has been absent for this entire story it seems.

When he WAS present, yes the love story element was so lovely, but for most of the time we were gifted that without any focus on the transgender story which is excellent as why should a sweet character like David be reduced to being a vessel for an empty PSA butttttttt the fact that the second we learn of David’s truth and he’s able to be open... he disappears from screen. I mean, narratively it makes sense because he’s clearly massively impacted by what happened but it has reduced his story to be being told by all of the other characters who have zero idea, much like me, how it feels to be David and to have his experiences. Also the focus appears to be on everything but David’s character. The chats and quite a few of the comments in clips (outside of Matteo) have been pretty on the nose and topic based and forgetting that there’s a real human behind the “issue”. Without David there to experience things with him and without this issue being tied to Matteo in a way to assist that even if David is missing then it just becomes a little empty and it’s such a shame. I mean, I cringed like mad at the social media more than once this last week and a bit.

I absolutely understand that perhaps this storyline was created to educate cis folks which isn’t a terrible thing butttttt I can’t understand why they aren’t giving trans folks a character present on screen for THEM and not as a bit of a pawn for education. He’s too cool and sweet and interesting a character to have him absent and to have his experiences aired and discussed by others. With Even and Nico and Eliott so far we have had their experiences tied closely to their Isak, we have seen an element of their struggle but only once we grew to know them as beautiful well rounded interesting people, we got to watch a character grow in knowledge and compassion for mental illness and we were able to do all of that without once losing focus on the Isak and without it ever feeling like a lesson or a lecture.

David is such an important character and one that means a lot to people but I can’t help feeling disappointed that the show chose to incorporate him in the way they have. He’s missing from the narrative and transgender issues are something nobody in the show has any connection to so the story of the transgender experience can’t really be furthered while he’s not around so what we have is a transgender teen hiding and his life being discussed by people who don’t understand, and not even in an obvious enough way to be a lesson to other cis folks in how to approach this kind of thing. Aka what not to do which they have touched upon but not really in any obvious way!

This is just me, though. I’m no doubt in the minority but I hope that when David returns, there can be the focus required. Regardless, the fact that none of this was tied to Matteo and really didn’t massively further his story (other than him perhaps learning more about the LGBT+ community etc and to be supportive)... the show dropped the ball in mental illness with his hugely prevalent in Matteo’s life (both with his mum and the show have shown in every way possible that Matteo himself struggles) and it is a massive shame that the important transgender experience as a teen has been included in this way. It’s wonderful that it’s included and I hope so many people have got something positive from it but it absolutely could have been more, for both transgender folks watching and for Matteo’s story.

[baekhvuns]

“ok first of all, ur doing so well bestie, ur pushing thru it but ur doing so well! <333”

😭😭😭😭😭 I’m gonna cry legitimately. Thank you 🥺💕🥺

Okay, I’m not allowed to work any other job on my visa butttttt maybe I could do free work on film sets 🤷‍♀️ Maybe go to film school here. Like get a masters…. 🤔 Idk. I’ll figure it out. I’ve got time. I’ve got time.

If I come to Canada then you’re contractually obligated to be my best friend there 😤🥰😅

Okay, the San fic………..😏 Let’s just say it’s more fit for AO3 👀👀👀 It is quite juicy imo

I could upload it to a Google drive if you wanted to read what I have so far. The critique/ideas could be super helpful and motivating!!! 🥹

The first two Pinterest links aren’t working for me 😭

-🤗

no but you seriously are!! 💓💓 it’s 2am here if i start crying rn its bc if u 🔫

omg if u are in any way able to do the masters on the visa, u should! you can get a tight knit group during your time there as well! like u said a group that has a goal and ate together! HELLO ABSOLUTELY MAPLE SYRUP BLOODED GIRLIE WILL BE UR BESTIE 🤚🏼 no bc it’ll just feel like ur in sk, bc the greenery and the landscaping here is very similar to there fbfbf or at least where i live!

san..fic…ao3

of course! whichever ones comfortable with you im okay with it <3! OH DID IT NOT WORK FHWJFHWK OKAY ILL PUT THE PHOTOS UP THEN