#does this eben have tags

[mufflednoises]

Thinking about the way that ladies and gentlemen we are floating in space portrayed homophobia???? Like that was genuinely one of the best parts, and something that you also don't see all too often, even though south park elementary or high, in this case, would ABSOLUTELY be VIOLENTLY homophobic. Like no one would be out and proud, especially with Eric Cartman inevitably having to insert his opinion everywhere.

Not just the way it not only influences people's actions and the way they think about themselves, but also how displays of homophobia are pushed aside or how no one speaks up at all.

No spoilers, of course, but I think that alone sets it off from many other creek fics, or just sp fics in general. Internalized homophobia is not uncommon to be portrayed, but external influences of that magnitude? A masterpiece.

And of course: the link.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15904065/chapters/37068342

[pepprs]

definitely not an original thought but so many submissions on the aita tumblr aregenuinely so depressing. like “aita for not coming out to my parents when they have repeatedly demonstrated that doing so would be unsafe” “aita for standing up for myself in an abusive relationship” “aita for having a critical thought about someone who was cruel to me” good god.

[dreadark]

what did you think of the event story?

gonna hope you’re talking about lingering echoes or i’ll look like a clown more than usual

yknow how ace attorney got someone known for yaoi doujins to design their characters

I feel like arknights did the same thing for this event’s writer

it’s just...really typical? like really of course they have a duet assigned just to them of course it turns out they’re secretly childhood friends and didn’t remember of course they’re doomed because they’ll literally kill everyone if they’re together like...they actually said “there’s only one bed.” how many more tropes can you fit in tho for that one specifically i feel like kreide probably still ended up sleeping on the floor. rip

so it’s kind of? charming?? baby’s first yaoibait (????) but anyway because it’s so typical i couldn’t take anything too seriously... like i enjoyed reading it enough but i just found everything really funny including the very sad™️ death which... probably not intended. maybe i’m too irony poisoned or something... 

anyway outside the goatboy tragedy...czerny was more interesting than i expected? I didn’t even realize he was a major character before oops. the whole deal with being leithanien’s only recognized infected musician so he has to keep giving things up to help the others...that seems to be the theme with him doesn’t it. he has to give up his privacy(?) to promote Morgen und Abend, then all his copyrights to get hospitals to treat infected, then eventually was even going to give up his life for eben and kreide. they don’t really dwell on it much but even at RI he donates most of what he earns... like yeah he’s a really nice guy but it seems like being the only infected in his position probably makes him feel like he has to be the one who does this for everyone else’s sake. which is tragic in its own way...dude please be a little more selfish. but this is a pretty realistic thing...

Oh yeah and I’m disappointed carnelian wasn’t here. like when i heard a leithanien event announced on stream that’s all i was waiting for and nope... please god let her be in the next one she desperately needs story. but this isn’t actually related to the event story

anyway my one real gripe… hibiscus…

why did she even get an alt. like you could replace her in this event with some npc and practically nothing would change...

the previous ones... lava being in who is real follows from her bond with nian, and kroos is A1 so yea she tags along, then gets an alt later... but why is hibiscus in leithanien. who knows. and you can see how lava and kroos have changed but hibiscus didn’t seem to change all that dramatically, yet they still dangle this ooh something terrible happened in her profile like Yes Okay I Know either tell us exactly or shut up this is the third time you’ve done this

well they had sarkaz racism and also immediately dropped it...speaking of that that’s something i’ve never liked. oripathy discrimination works (sometimes) because it doesn’t really have a clean real-world analogue, but this... hmm with the whole stealing blood thing this event they obviously seem to be making this an analogue to antisemitism. which... okay but the sarkaz are literally devils. like they got shapeshifters and vampires and are also most of the major enemy types... that’s not good...? 

idk i didn’t like the victoria taran thing for a similar reason. and then there’s how ursus hates catgirls and victoria maybe looks down on zalak from this random throwaway line just. why??? 

aegir in iberia is the only time ak has done this decently because they don’t try to make some stupid reason like actually they tried to take over the world 200 years ago, it’s just xenophobia amplified by the church picking a scapegoat after the Silence. and they use this interestingly sometimes with how the cult preys on vulnerable people. also aegir are from fuckn atlantis so they can’t make bad analogues thankfully

everything else has been stupid and pointless or just Bad

(liberi in laterano are a whole other deal with the angel hivemind thing, it’s more just non-sankta there anyway which is a bit different... i talk too much already let’s not get into this one...)

I’ve always really liked kroos, and fang and beagle by extension, and then lava after who is real... but hibiscus just makes me feel nothing. she’s just a medic who works hard and has her 1 gimmick of making terrible food. and i wanna like all of A1 so i don’t like that

at least they made a point of how she doesn’t know how to play the flute because looking at her e2 yeah i can tell STOP HOLDING IT LIKE THAT !! (but also her class doesn’t make much sense i don’t remember there being any big moment in the story where she decides to use her arts offensively... it’s mentioned in one of her voicelines tho so i might have missed it????)

[xoxoperse]

| deathly. / kabal x reader

“this is not your fault.”

word count: 2,016

trigger warnings: swearing, fighting, blood/injuries, and mentions of death.

you rushed inside your home, rushing to your shared room with kabal. you drop to your knees and reaching under your bed, reaching for a safe. you knew this day would come sometime, so you were prepared for it.

“what the hell? y/n?” kabal asked, coming to your room, confused. he walked to your side of the bed, seeing you on your knees.

“someone’s after me, kabal.” you spoke quickly. “someone for daegon.” you rushed. you stood up, frantically putting a shell over the blade of your knife, then putting it on your waist band.

kabal gently raised your head up, looking at the little gash on your cheek. “did someone do that to you?” he asked, anger in hsis voice. “i’ll kill them.” he hissed.

you nodded, frowning. “i can’t let you do that.” you said sadly. “the last thing i want is for you to be hunted and killed,” you spoke. a tear slipped down your face, resulting in kabal wiping it away.

“let me come with you; i can protect you,” kabal spoke, going to move some hair out of your face. “i’m not going to let you go alone.”

“but you have to, babe.” you sighed. “you’re not coming with me; i can’t let you... i don’t want you to get killed.” you said softly, another tear falling.

“none of us is getting killed tonight, y/n” kabal said, wiping away your tear again. suddenly, you wrap your arms around his waist, and resting your head on his chest. he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, running his fingers through your hair.

“i love you, kabal.” you muttered, more tears streaming down your face and soaking his shirt.

“i love you, too, y/n.” he whispered back, holding you close. you two never wanted to pull away from each other, wanting to savour every final moment with one another.

but, unfortunately, you pulled away from him, wiping away your tears. you saw a little tiny one slip down his face. you had never seen kabal cry, let alone for you. you reach up, wiping it away. “don’t cry, my love.” you said to him softly. “i’ll be okay.”

he nodded at your words, taking a deep breath. “where are you going to go?” he asked, looking deeply into your beautiful eyes.

“maybe a few towns over. i’ll be on foot until at least the next town, then i find a way to get a car, or some type of transportation.” you answered, sniffling a little bit.

he sighed, nodding sadly. “alright..” he muttered to you. his heart was racing; he was nervous for you. what if you didn’t survive?

“are you sure you don’t want me to come?” he asked. he wasn’t the one to not tag along with somebody on a dangerous trip like this, but he will definitely find a way to help the love of his life. you nod in response to him, trying to keep anymore tears from falling down your cheeks.

“i need to go,” you sighed. you and kabal made you way out of the room and went to the front entrance of your home. you hesitantly reach for the knob, turning it and opening the door.

before you could take your final step out the door, you feel some grab your arm and bring you back inside. “kabal-” you started, but was interrupted with a kiss being pressed to your lips. your back ended up being pushed against the wall next to the door as you two shared a final kiss. kabal had his hands tangled up in your hair as you two kissed, and you had your arms around his torso.

the kiss felt like it lasted forever, but in reality, it only lasted for a little less than a minute. he pulls away from you, as your eyes meet. he kissed your forehead quickly, giving you a small reassuring smile. “think you could leave without a goodbye kiss?”

you chuckle, smiling as you came off the wall. you leaned up and kissed his cheek, before walking out the door.

-~-

it had been about an hour of walking and paranoia. you were contantly looking over your shoulder and all around you. you knew the bastard would be around here somewhere. you were waiting for someone to come up and stab you from behind, or even drug and kidnap you to a potentially worse fate.

just when you had thought that maybe you had lost the man that was chasing you, you hear someone call your name repeatedly.

“y/n...” the voice cooed. “come out, come out wherever you are,” he spoke. you frantically looked around you, not seeing anyone around you. you reach for your knife, pulling it out and looking around you again.

“come on out, bitch!” you yelled, waiting to see the man appear. soon enough, he came out with a devious smirk playing on his lips. he approached you, holding a knife with a trailing point blade attached.

“i’ve looked everyone for you, dear,” he cooed in a villainous tone. “daegon wants your head, ya know,” he teased. “and i’ll be damned if i don’t leave here without it.”

“i’d like to see you try.” you hissed, eyeing the mysterious man. “who the hell aare you anyway?”

“does it matter, sweetheart?” he asked. you couldn’t be sure, but you just thought that the man was just a hired hitman for daegon. but who knows; maybe he’s a red dragon himself.

the man circled around you, and looked you up and down as he did so. “you’re a pretty little thing, y/n.” he spoke, twirling his knife with his fingers. “i almost feel bad i have to cut you to pieces. almost, though.” he chuckled.

spontaneously, you go to stab your knife into his chest, but he quickly grabs your wrist, stopping you. “gotta try harder than that, sweetheart.” he teased, raising his eyebrow a little bit. he pulled you closer by your wrist, stabbing you in your abdomen, damn near hitting one of your organs. you wince and yell, accidentally dropping you knife as you almost fell.

“fuck you.” you muttered as he pulled the knife out of your stomach, which made you gran more. he lifted your chin up, the bloody blade gently laying on your sholder. he tilted his head to the side a bit.

he looked like he was astonished that anybody dared speak to him like that. you stayed silent, which made him raise the knife to your neck. “say it again.” he hissed, spontaneously stabbing the knife into your gut again. you yelled, tears streaming down your fave as you did so.

“i said: fuck. you.” you groaned before reaching up with your hand up to his face, pressing in his eyeball and elbowing him straight in the nose. you pulled the knife out of you, groaning and whining again.

he yelled as he stumbled back, holding his face. he nearly tripped over as he did so. you bend down, groaning as you picked up your knife then sitting up, painfully. you glanced at him before trying to get away as quickly as possible. before you know it, someone grabbed you and raced you away. you shrieked a bit as this happened, then coming to an abrupt stop. you mouth was covered, but you knew exactly who it was.

kabal.

he slid down the tree with you, holding you close to him as he removed his hand from your mouth. you wince and whined, trying to be quiet.

“damn it..” you muttered, tears slipping down your face, still. kabal held you close to him, blood getting on his hands. he gently lifted up a little bit, helping you sit in a different dirsction so he can look at your wounds.

god, it was bad.

you were bleeding everywhere, and losing nlood way too fast. if you didn’t get help in a a few, dire minutes, you would be gone... for good.

“i knew i should have came with you,” kabal cried quietly. “this wouldn’t have happened if i just went with you in the first place..” he whispered. he desperately looked around for something to potentially help, but to no avail, he didn’t find anything.

“don’t say that, kabal.” you painfully whispered. “if i didn’t take that deal, this would have never happened.” you murmured. “this is not your fault.” kabal shook his head, more tears slipping down his face.

he should have known this would happen to you if you went alone. he was an idiot for listening to you to not come with you.

“where did you go, y/n?” the voice cooed. you flinched at his words, and kabal put his finger to his lips. he moved you back so you could lay against the tree trunk while he got up. you weakly reached for his hand, shaking your head. he nodded your way, gently rubbing your knuckles for a quick second before he walked off.

you were in and out of consciousness, but you still heard the fighting going on. you couldn’t tell who was winning, but you hope to any and every god that it was kabal.

you began accepting your fate; you knew that it would be too late to save you. you felt a bit woozy as you laid against the trunknof the tree, like your head was spinning in circles.

after what felt like hours of being in and out of light sleeping, kabal finally came back to you. he was bloody, but at least he was in one piece. “y/n?” he called softly. “y/n, babe. wake up,”

you hummed in response, barely opening up your eyes to look at him. “are... are you okay?” you asked softly, trying to keep your eyes open.

“i’m fine; i’m more worried about you.” he said softly. “i’m not gonna let you die on me, y/n.” he spoke, sadness in his voice. “like fucking hell i’ll let it happen.” he swore.

you weakly reach your hand up, cupping his cheek gently. “kabal..” you trail off, feeling like you were falling asleep again.

“don’t say it, y/n.” kabal demanded, tears streaming down his face. “don’t eben think about it.”

“kabal... listen to me,” you spoke, opening up your eyes again. “i love you, babe. but.. there’s no saving me... i’ve lost too much blood.”

“stop it!” he cried, shaking his head. he pressed his forehead to yours gently, placing a soft kiss on your lips. “i love you, y/n..” he whispered.

“i love you, too..” you replied, before going passing out again.

-~-

kabal could never, nor would never, forgive himself for letting you run away on your own. if he had just went with you, all this probably wouldn’t have been as bad as it was. if he could go back in time and change everything, he would. he would come with you this time; you two would skip town, and go start a new, happy, and exciting life. he would give you everything you ever wanted in this new life, if he could.

he never thought he could love sombody so much as he loves you. hell, he never thought that he would ever have someone love him so much as you do, but holy shit was he wrong in so many ways.

so, once you were in the clear to leave the hospital, you guys left the state. no more black dragon, no more fighting, no nothing. just you and kabal. you two had always had conversations about having a little family when you weren’t in any dangerous sitautions anymore, and when you were stable enough to support them and give them anything they wanted.

life had been turned around completely, and the couple wouldn’t change it for anything or anyone. you had recovered fully, and now happy and healthy. and when the time arose a few years after getting settled, you and kabal had your first little bundle of joy; a beautiful baby boy. you plan to have more in the future.

[lihikainanea]

lei, what if tiger's period started when they're making love? maybe she was emotional already and it gets eben worse bc its one of those times where she didnt receive a little sign or anything, it just started...completely gushing out of her.

how'd bill feel about it? bc i have the feeling that she would be a ashamed crying mess

and a question... bills a great guy and does anything for her. but this whole concept made me think... does he ever helped her to put a tampon or something? bc i feel like its something he would definitely do, idk

and when shes having one of those periods she can barely stand up from the toilet?

IM SORRY ITS SO BIG BUT MY PERIOD JUST STARTED AND IM FEELING EMOTIONAL, IM A BLEEDING MESS AND I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT.

Ohhhhh sweet nani, if kink’s ya name and shark week’s ya game, you are AMONGST FRIENDS IN THIS CIRCUS.

So much so, in fact, that I have an entire #period kink tag dedicated to one of my biggest indulgences.

You want that oops moment when Bill’s hitting it real good? I gotchu. You want the so-wrong-it’s-right tampon concept? I gotchu on dat, too.

Enjoy, babes xo

[solest]

This will be yet another mental health post, but I won't put it under a cut this time because a) I'm on mobile and don't know how to do it here and b) yes, friends might read this. I will eben tag this and try not to feel guilty for being an attention whore by doing so. This will be longer I guess, so sorry if you have to scroll through because of a).

I thought I would have stagnated. I went to a psychosomatic clinic this summer and felt like it had not helped at all. I tried to put myself out there again and had a good moment and an immediate throwback in more than one ways. But now I'm lying here, crying over videos I see or stories I read about certain mental health things and for the first time I can accept that what I read is applying to me. I knew before, but now I accept.

I have a trauma from school and bullying. It still feels weird to say it, because I always thought that Trauma had to be something big, something life threatening and not a shitty teacher and a bunch of kids you knew since you were 3, who turned on you all of a sudden. I studied social work, took child care and protection classes, but the Traumas that were discussed there were always cases of severe violence, abuse, neglect and so on. No one ever told me that things that don't seem so threatening can stick to you and change how you react for such a long time.

I've been told by three or four therapists by now that what vi experienced was trauma, but only recently therapists were using actual methods for this on me. I've been a lively and adventurous kid until second grade. I had a math teacher who was hysterical, got emotional outbursts, screamed at us and got physical. This was known, my brothers who's six years older had her as well.

I remember her screaming at us, especially me. I've never been a math genius but this woman managed that I developed a solid fear of maths. I clearly remember her pulling my hair in front of the class, because I did not know what 7x7 was. To this day, I forgot simple formulas, my mind goes blank if too much math is involved and I'm slow calculating in my head. I started to emotionally shut down and burst into tears when doing maths homework. I was 7.

When I got into third grade, we had a maths test at the very beginning of the year and I failed it miserably. I remember I was devesrated and I link the beginning of my bullying with it and just remembered why. I got an emotional outburst. I screamed, I cried I felt helpless and lost and it was too extreme a reaction to a failed test for all around me. I now know that it was a stress response to what I had experienced before and what I linked to it. I feared to get my hair pulled again, to be screamed at. But this odd behavior only made the other kids frown on me and trying to make me this upset again., which resulted in me not having friends and not understanding why people I knew since kindergarten and who were perfectly fine with me some months ago could be so cruel.

And just some weeks ago, I saw a video on how trauma comes to be. It isn't the severity, but the surprise that shake our core beliefs. I might have a genetic disposition to anxiety disorders, which might have made it "easier" to be shaken by what happened, but that's not the sole reason it affscted me like it did. Another video stated that trauma is the way we react to what happens. This firstly made me think "Oh, so you're an over dramatic bitch that was so startled by such a thing that you developed a trauma. How pathetic". How dare I think this about myself.

The way I experienced it is valid. It did what it did to me and I can't change that. Maybe I'm too sensitive, but I can't go back and tell this my sobbing 7 yo self. I lost all my adventurous attitude. I cried a lot and developed a general anxiety disorder that was only diagnosed when I was 21. I was shamed and frowned upon my overly sensitive and emotional reactions, and as the manifestations of my GAD, mostly extreme nausea. All of this only made me hate myself more and more. People said I'm weird, not normal, mentally disabled and I believed them. I tried to please them all, to just not be alone and laughed at anymore. I'm well aware that there are people with far more severe and terrible stories, but this is mine and I can't change either.

My parents tried best their could, but looking back a proper therapy as a child might have helped me. Instead I wasn't doing good in school, because stress let me break down completely. I had anxiety when doing tests and exams, a high perfectionism I'm still not able to act upon though. My parents had not been the cause for all this and tried to help as best they could, but the damage was done.

And still, parts of this personality I had before the trauma was still there, though I felt like I had to hide it, otherwise people would reject me for who I am. I missed out on much, simply because I did not grève the mental strength to try, fearing my peers would not accept me.

My self esteem is pretty low most of the times still, but somehow I'm now at a point where I can look back on this stuff and say:

"This was messed up. There's nothing you could have done better or to prevent it. The teacher should not have acted like this. Adults should have protected you and take your desperation seriously. The other kids, no matter their own awful experiences were not entitled to treat you like shit. You're réactions are not over the top, they were cries for help. You did not deserve this, and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. And if I could turn back in time, I would come to your aid and kick their arses."

I wasted so much time hating myself. I might not be perfect, no one is, but I'm okay. I'm enough. I don't have to be outstanding at something to be worth it, I already am, by merely existing. I'm worthy of love. I'm worthy of respect. I might have had a lot of help and I might took longer than most around ne, but I accomplished things. Things people like the math Teacher or stupid parents of stupid classmates told me I never will.

I got my high-school diploma. I studied. It took me 6 instead of 3 years for a Bachelor's degree, but I was experiencing flashback anxiety because it reminded me if school and I had to stay at home for one whole year, because I was so deep into anxiety and depression. And I made it.

I'm the first one with an academic degree in my whole family. Despite feeling like shit and thinking I can do nothing, I decided to pull through. The scores I had on papers do not define how professional I am, because I had to write them with severe panic attacks and procrastination problems.

I had long and stable relationships. I learned to drive. I figured I'm Bi, came out and nothing terrible happened. I went to Japan, with my girlfriend at the time for two months, just the two of us. I moved out and lived with another person. I quit a toxic job, because I knew it was toxic. I made friends.

Writing this down does not come easy, but I'm doing it right now. Being able to admit my successes is a huge step. I'm currently experiencing something like a second adolescents, and I think that's because I finally understand that I have to learn what I really am, what I want. I might overcompensate but that's okay. After 13 years of therapy and meds, and a noch most time without much help in this regard I'm allowed to do so.

I will not be loved by everyone and that's okay, because it means I don't have to love everyone in return. People do like me for what I am, even if it's hard to grasp. I'm not too old for things with 33 and I'm allowed to like "childish" stuff and it does not make me less of an adult. I deserve happiness and to cut toxic people out of my life. I will find a new job and it's okay if I feel like I don't know anything, I'm not dumb and I can learn quick.

I'm more than my mental illness, it does not define me completely.

[5sos-seavey]

Just a Little Secret - Eben Franckewitz

Eben Franckewitz Imagine

Request: from @caswinchester2000 / @zachheroin - the reader is in wdw and she’s dating eben, but no ones knows. one of the boys catches them doing stuff in the tour bus one day and that’s how they find out.!

Warning(s): none

Word Count: 1250

Tags: @kvd963, @peachybeachyqueeny, @bessonbear, @0totally-tubular0 , @katie-avery, @tigerreece, @jonahmaraisstuff, @blissfulblake, @danielseaveyismyworld, @caswinchester2000

A/N: this is the first time ive written for eben so let me know if yall like it :)

You’re in Why Don’t We and right now, you’re on tour with Eben, but the thing is, is that you and Eben are dating, and none of the boys know. You’ve actually been waiting since right before the 8 Letters Tour started, so you’re kind of surprised that the boys haven’t caught you yet. It’s not that you and Eben don’t want to tell them, you just wanted to make sure that what was happening was gonna stick and was real, and now that it is, you’re not too sure when you want to tell them. In all honestly, you’re scared to tell them, so is Eben; they’re yours and Eben’s best friends, so you don’t want a bad reaction from them. So for the past few months on tour, when you guys all booked hotel rooms if you were staying somewhere longer than usual, one of you would sneak into the other’s room. Usually it was Eben sneaking into your room since the boys were typically the ones to share rooms.

One night though, Eben was the one that had his own room and you were sharing a room with Daniel. Unfortunate for you and Eben though, was that whenever you and Daniel shared a room he’d wanna stay up and talk or watch tv or something. You loved Daniel of course, you two have actually been friends since before Why Don’t We, but you loved your boyfriend too and it wasn’t often that you two got to spend time alone. So your phone kept buzzing with texts and calls from Eben wondering where you were since you planned on sneaking to his room once Daniel was asleep. And you couldn’t answer or else Daniel would think something, so you ignored the calls and texts. Then 15 minutes had passed and you and Daniel were still watching tv, but then there was a soft knock on the door, “I’ll get it,” Daniel said getting off the bed. You stayed your bed, but scooted to the end to peak so you could see who was at the door. “Oh hey Eben!” “Daniel? Hey! Did I wake you guys? I just wanted to hang before I went to sleep,” you heard Eben say as a way to cover. “No, no, Y/N and I are just watching tv and talking. Come in,” Daniel told your boyfriend.

That happens more often than either of you would like, whether it was you sharing a room with one of the boys or if it’s Eben. But neither of you wanna ask if you two could share a room for once because that’d be quite suspicious. So another way you both get to be together without the rest of the boys is on the tourbus at night. When Daniel, Jack, Corbyn, Jonah and Zach say they’re heading to bed, you and Eben will usually say you’re staying up to play more video games or to watch more netflix, most of the time the boys don’t stay so they can play more. And then once the boys leave you’re able to just lay together on the small couch cuddled up, sometimes in silence and sometimes talking about anything. But you’re both always sure to not fall asleep because then you’d definitely get caught by the boys.

Tonight though, the boys went out to a milkshake place a fan told them about, but you and Eben said you were good and wanted to stay on the bus. The second the boys left, you both went to the back lounge and laid there together holding each other, there might’ve been some kissing and making out as well, along with the occasional conversation, “hey babe, I kinda wanna tell the boys soon. I feel bad lying to them and sneaking around.” “Yeah, I feel the same.” “Plus we know that we’re in a good, stable place where we both love each other and want to stay together,” Eben said rubbing your hand he’s been holding onto. You smiled at him, you knew he loved you, and he knew you loved him, but him saying that about your relationship just made you really happy, “I love you so much, you know that?” Eben smiles back at you and leaned you down and half laid on top of you to kiss you. Then a minute later you heard the lounge door open and Eben immediately removed himself from you and you both scooted away from each other, but it was too late. Jack was standing in the doorway and saw what was happening. He just stared for a few seconds and then turned around running and screaming for the rest of the boys’ attention. “Well they got back sooner than I thought,” Eben said before he chased after Jack. You quickly got up after Eben to follow him into the rest of the bus where Jack had gone running for the boys. Once you and Eben get to the front of the bus right behind Jack where the boys were, Jack turned you the two of you and pointed at you both, “explain!”

You and Eben were kind of surprised by Jack, and looked at each other questioningly before Eben spoke up, “so uh, Y/N and I have kind of, uh, been dating since the tour started.” He was speaking kind of quietly, scared of the boys’ reactions so you moved closer to him and kissed his arm while grabbing his hand. He looked down at you and smiled, feeling safe where he was now. “I mean yeah, I figured something was happening, you guys aren’t as sneaking as you think,” Corbyn said laughing a little. “What?! I didn’t know this was happening! And I just walked into the lounge thinking they were back there playing a game and wanted to join, but then was surprised by them doing stuff,” Jack explained, clearly still shaken seeing two of his best friends together. It was your turn to talk, “sorry Jack, and sorry boys. We were gonna tell you soon, we actually talked about it earlier. We didn’t wanna hide it from you, but we wanted to make sure it was real.” Jonah stepped forward, “and I’m assuming that it is?” “Yes, very real,” Eben said smiling down at you, which you returned. “Well I’m happy for you guys, you know I love you, no matter what,” Zach said and he shook Eben’s hand and hugged you, kissing you on the check. The rest of the boys did the same and headed back to the lounge, except for Daniel. “I love you bro, but if you do anything to her, you have me to deal with,” Daniel said in a serious tone. “What if she does something to me,” Eben jokingly said laughing, not getting a reaction from Daniel. “Eben. I’m serious.” “I know. I don’t plan on hurting her or doing anything to hurt her.” “Good. Love you dude.” Eben laughed at Daniel and brought him into a hug, “love you too man.” Then Daniel came up to you and hugged you tightly and whispered, “I love you more than I love him don’t worry.” You let out a loud laugh, then controlled yourself, “I love you too, thank you.” Daniel let go of you and kissed your forehead and walked to the lounge. “Well that went better than I thought,” you told Eben laughing. “I love you, Y/N.” “Love you too, Eben,” you responded as he pulled you into a hug.

[juttabluehberger]

Ich bin dann mal (wieder) weg

Wie im letzten Eintrag erwähnt, ruft mich der Jakobsweg wieder. Inzwischen ist der Rucksack (fast) fertig gepackt und Anfang nächster Woche beginnt meine zweite Pilgerreise. 

Ab heute (29.Mai 2020) dürfen die Beherbergungsbetriebe in Österreich nach der Corona-Krise wieder öffnen. Das Pfingstwochenende steht vor der Tür und das überlasse ich anderen Urlaubern. Danach geht es dann los und zwar von Salzburg nach Westen. 

Der Österreichische Jakobsweg läuft ja von von Wolfsthal im Osten an der ungarischen Grenze bis nach Rankweil im Westen an der Schweizer Grenze. Ich fange also in der Mitte an, weil Salzburg sozusagen vor meiner Haustür liegt. 

Wie weit ich dieses Jahr pilgern werde, weiß ich noch nicht. Das lasse ich vorerst offen. Und vielleicht werde ich in den nächsten Jahren, dann jeweils ein weiteres Stück des Caminho (d.h. Weg) gehen, bis ich irgendwann wieder in Santiago de Compostela (Spanien) ankomme.

Meine erste Pilgerreise war ja letztes Jahr auf dem portugiesischen Jakobsweg im Oktober/November 2019. D.h. ich bin kein vollkommener Neuling mehr. Und trotzdem wird diesmal einiges anders sein: 

In Spanien und Portugal gibt es ein gut ausgebautes Netz von Pilgerherbergen. Die öffentlichen Pilgerherbergen sind meist billiger, die privaten sind dafür besser ausgerüstet. Sie alle haben gemein, dass sie eben für die Grundbedürfnisse der Pilger ausgerüstet sind:

in der Herberge gibt es Möglichkeiten zum Wäsche waschen und trocknen

es gibt Kochmöglichkeiten und oft kochen die Pilger gemeinsam etwas am Abend

man braucht einen Pilgerausweis um dort übernachten zu dürfen

man weiß meist nicht, ob man nur eine Matratze vorfindet oder auch eine Decke, oder vielleicht sogar ein Leintuch 

Keine der Punkte trifft auf Übernachtungsmöglichkeiten auf dem Österreichischen Jakobsweg zu. Es gibt praktisch keine "echten" Pilgerherbergen und das hat Vor- und Nachteile:

Pilger können meist in Privatzimmern, Pensionen und Gasthäusern übernachten 

das hat den Vorteil, dass es dort bezogenen Betten und Handtücher gibt

dadurch ist mein Rucksack um 2-3 kg leichter

aber dafür kosten die Übernachtungen mehr

in den meisten Quartieren wird es keine spezielle Möglichkeiten zum Wäsche waschen und selber Kochen geben

Und so habe ich in der Vorbereitung bereits gemerkt, dass es diesmal neue und andere Herausforderungen geben wird. 

Wäschewaschen – Wie und wo kann ich jeden Tag meine kleine Wäsche und einmal wöchentlich die große Wäsche machen? Die kleine Wäsche im normalen Waschbecken zu machen, ist sicher kein Problem. Aber wie und wo kann ich die Wäsche aufhängen, sodass sie bis in der Früh trocken ist?

Mahlzeiten – Wenn es keine Kochmöglichkeiten, muss ich wahrscheinlich jede Malzeit auswärts essen und entsprechend bezahlen. 

Warme Getränke – Wenn es wenigstens einen Wasserkocher gibt, kann ich mir am Abend einen Gute Nacht Tee machen und in der Früh einen Kaffee zum Aufwachen (bevor ich anderen Menschen begegne).

Wie im letzten Jahr möchte ich mich weder vom Leistungsdenken mancher Pilger beeinflussen lassen, noch die Länge der Tagesetappen vorher festlegen. 

Trotzdem habe ich die ersten zwei Quartiere bereits reserviert, einfach um zu sehen, wie leicht man eines findet. Außerdem halte ich mich an die Empfehlung, an den ersten beiden Pilgertagen nur 10 km zu gehen. Auch wenn ich auf Wanderungen in diesem Jahr schon wesentlich weiter gegangen bin, muss sich der Körper erst wieder an das Gewicht am Rücken gewöhnen. 

Ebenfalls wie im letzten Jahr gilt, dass ich hier auf Tumblr Fotos posten und bloggen werde, aber nicht verspreche kann wie oft. 

N.B. 

a) Es gibt eine App von Tumblr die hilfreich sein kann, um die jeweils neuesten Blogeinträge zu finden. Oder den Link unter Favoriten speichern.

b) Wer meine Pilgerreise im letzten Jahr nachlesen will, muss nur ans untere Ende scrollen. Die ältesten Einträge sind unten, die neuesten oben.

c) Wer das Fotoalbum von der ersten Pilgerreise ansehen will, kann das hier tun.

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I'm off again

As mentioned in the last entry, the Way of St. James calls me again. Meanwhile the rucksack is (almost) completely packed and I will start my second pilgrimage at the beginning of next week.

As of today (29 May 2020) the accommodation facilities in Austria are allowed to open again after the corona crisis. The Whitsun weekend is just around the corner and I leave that to other holidaymakers. After that I will start from Salzburg westwards.

The Austrian Way of St James runs from Wolfsthal in the east at the Hungarian border to Rankweil in the west at the Swiss border. This means I start in the middle, because Salzburg is on my doorstep, so to speak.

I don't know yet how far I'll be making the pilgrimage this year. I will leave that open for the time being. And perhaps in the next few years, I will go another part of the Caminho (i.e. path) at a time, until at some point I arrive back in Santiago de Compostela (Spain).

My first pilgrimage was last year on the Portuguese Caminho de Santiago in October/November 2019, which means that I am no longer a complete novice. And yet, this time things will be different:

In Spain and Portugal there is a well-developed network of pilgrim hostels. The public pilgrim hostels are usually cheaper, the private ones are better equipped. What they all have in common is that they are equipped for the basic needs of pilgrims:

in the hostel there are facilities for washing and drying clothes

there are cooking facilities and often the pilgrims cook something together in the evening

you need a pilgrim's pass to stay overnight

one usually does not know whether one finds only a mattress or also a blanket, or perhaps even a sheet 

None of the points apply to accommodations on the Austrian Way of St. James. There are practically no "real" pilgrims' hostels and this has advantages and disadvantages:

Pilgrims can usually stay overnight in private rooms, pensions and inns 

this has the advantage that there are beds with sheets and towels

so my backpack is 2-3 kg lighter

but for that the overnight stays cost more

in most quarters there will be no special facilities for washing clothes and cooking

And so I already noticed during the preparation that this time there will be new and different challenges:

Laundry - How and where can I do my small laundry every day and the big laundry once a week? Doing the small laundry in the normal washbasin is certainly no problem. But how and where can I hang up the laundry so that it is dry until the morning?

Meals - If there are no cooking facilities, I will probably have to eat out every meal and pay accordingly. 

Hot drinks - If there is at least a kettle, I can make myself a good night tea in the evening and a coffee to wake up in the morning (before I encounter other people).

Like last year, I don't want to be influenced by the performance thinking of some pilgrims, nor do I want to determine the length of the daily stages in advance.

Nevertheless, I have already reserved the first two quarters, just to see how easy it is to find one. This way, I also follow the recommendation to walk only 10 km on the first two pilgrimage days. Even though I have already gone much further on hikes this year, the body has to get used to the weight on the back again.

Like last year, I will post and blog photos here on Tumblr, but I cannot promise how often. During my pilgrimage I will only post in German. Sorry for that. But eventually I will again produce an Online Photo Album like last time and add English translations to the blog entries.

N.B.

a) There is an app from Tumblr that can be helpful to find the latest of my blog entries. Here is the link for reading it in a browser.

b) If you want to read about my pilgrimage in the last year, just scroll to the bottom. The oldest entries are at the bottom, the newest at the top.

c) If you are interested in the photo album from the last pilgrimage, you can find it here. Both blog and photo album from last time include English translations, usually at the end of the German text. 

[keepseaveyweird]

okay i really want you to write a fic vaguely based off of your experience at urban air and then like one of the guys pulls you aside and is like "oh daniel/corbyn has a crush on you" and she is like ?? and then they end up giving her tickets to the upcoming concert and then daniel/corbyn sees her and is like !! and the rest of the guys are like "YES OMG"

a/n: I loved this omg this was such a good idea

You weren’t excited for your opening shift, it was always slow in the mornings and meant mostly cleaning and checking for safety. But that particular morning, as the sun was still on the rise and the adults made their daily commute to better-paying jobs, you couldn’t help but notice the load of cars already in the parking lot. The building lined with girls of all ages as they chatted amongst one another. Some gave you dirty looks as you walked in, some asked if you could sneak them in and you had never been more confused, and you’d never seen your boss look so annoyed.

“What’s going on?” you asked your boss who was sitting the front desk with your coworkers.

“We have a band coming in today for a radio show, some have been here since last night,” she told you, rolling her eyes and walking away.

You turned to your coworker who was laughing at her, “what band? Why did no one tell me? It’s only my third shift, is it going to be busy?”

He chuckled, “I have no idea, they’re upstairs right now. They’re our age though and seem cool. It’ll probably be crazy so I’ll trade you laser-tag for your zip-line shift?” He offered.

You wrapped your arms around him, thankful he could put you out of your potential misery, “oh my gosh you’re the best!”

It was about ten minutes later, Urban Air still hadn’t opened but you were setting up the system for laser-tag, in the dark as the neon lights glowed around you. You heard running around, laughing and yelling getting nearer and nearer. Suddenly, five boys rushed by the corridor, only for them to back track two seconds later and approach you.

“There’s laser tag?” the curly-haired boy yelled, “oh hell yeah,” grabbing a vest, he put it over himself and strapped in. The four boys followed as you grabbed the little remote that set up teams.

“Are you guys the band that all the girls are out there for?” you asked with a chuckle.

“Yup, sorry if we cause any problems, they get kind of…. Rambunctious sometimes,” the boy with blue eyes told you with a shy smile.

You smiled back, subconsciously, unknowing, almost like a instinct. You couldn’t help but think he was attractive, that all of them were actually.

“Don’t apologize,” you chuckled, “it’s not a problem. Okay there’s five which means uneven teams so who’s going to be the team of two?”

After much discussion, name-calling and fights, they managed to figure it out and you managed to catch the brunette’s name; Daniel. You told them the rules, how the game works and what to do once inside, but somehow the six of you ended up in a discussion about random things. Your town, your job, the tour bus, and you came to really like these boys, or Daniel who was doing most of the talking. Soon though, you had to usher them into the game room, as a line had formed since the doors had opened while in deep conversation.

They came out, Daniel, the blonde and the curly-haired boys pouting. The tall one and the boy with rosy cheeks walked out, smiles on their faces as they did a quick handshake, victorious. Loudly, as the three accused the others of cheating, they put away their vests and thanked you as they scurried out and upstairs to avoid fans. But not the blonde boy, who stuck around for a second as the next group prepared themselves.

“I need to tell you something,” he told, making you raise your brows, “Daniel couldn’t stop talking about you while we were in there, I know it’s crazy cause we just met you but he really likes you and I have an idea.”

You couldn’t help the butterflies that erupted in your stomach when the words left his mouth. And with each word following, excitement bubbled through your body as he unravelled his plan, “I’m Corbyn, by the way,” he smiled with a hug before rushing off.

It was hours later, you had gotten home from work and immediately started getting ready. Corbyn had given you his number to let him know when you got to the venue, to let you in and get you a front row seat. So when you arrived at the back door, knocking suspiciously, he answered with a smile, leading you to his dressing room as he devised, yet, another plan.

“Wait until our friend Eben gets off the stage before heading to your seat, Daniel watches from the side stage and will be able to see you. We want to surprise him, throw him through a loop, really rattle him up,” Corbyn explained as he fixed his hair in the mirror.

“Okay, but why?” you asked with a chuckle, sitting on the couch behind him.

“Because it will be funny, duh,” he scoffed, “okay yeah it’ll be funny to catch him off guard but I’ve never seen him like that before. So talkative and so outspoken, if you knew him as well as we did, you could just see it in his eyes. I know it sounds crazy and stupid because you’ve just met but I think this could turn out amazing.”

“Well,” you smiled, thinking about his reaction once he locked eyes with you in the crowd, “let’s hope that’s the case.”

Eben walked off the stage, the lights turned off and roadies started setting up for the other five to perform. As sneakily, nonchalantly as you could, you made your way to your seat. It was in the middle, not front and center as that was too obvious, but off the left where Daniel would open up with their song.

Suddenly the lights shut off, the crowd erupted in screams, in cheers as they chanted their names, and the music began to boom. The opening notes of Trust Fund Baby began, and the silhouette of Daniel appeared on his platform; the moment of truth.

“I don’t wanna girl who gets a car for her sweet sixteen, or spends a stack of dollar bills on limousine. I want a girl who takes the bus and who wears -” suddenly he stopped as his eyes met yours. A smile stretched across his face as he realized he needed to keep singing. So he did, he caught back up to the music, finding his place again as he strutted across the stage. Soon the rest of the boys were out, all giving him a pat on the back, as they smiled at you and gave you a small wave as they continued.

The concert was amazing, with each song, each beat, each lyric and chord that was performed, Daniel spent his time in front of you, whether he meant to or not. And after, when the arena was quiet and the fans had gone home, he walked out into the sea of chairs and took a seat next to where you waited for him to come out.

“You know for having front row, you sure didn’t know any of the words,” he laughed.

It was true, you didn’t know the words, had only discovered them that day as they played laser-tag and you worked.

“I was just… caught up in the moment,” you fibbed with a smile, “okay so I had a little help from your friends, but I’ll learn them, promise.”

You held up your pinky finger, out of habit as it was something you always did with friends and family, and Daniel clasped his own with yours immediately. You had always thought people were crazy when they said they felt electricity with their significant others, thought it was a metaphor people made up to describe the emotional feelings they had. But as a jolt of lighting ran through your body at the small point of contact, you knew what they meant, knew exactly what that feeling was. Because Daniel was electric, full of life and energy and optimism, and this was only the beginning of beautiful relationship as the two of you sat there, alone in the crowd and talked about anything and everything.

“When does tour end?” you asked him as he walked you to your car in the empty parking lot, their manager yelling for him to hurry up as the tour buses were ready to head out for the next city.

“In a couple weeks,” he told you grabbing your hands, “I’m supposed to go to Coachella, but I was thinking….” he dragged on, “I could come back here, maybe take you out on a date?”

“I can’t believe you’d choose me over Coachella,” you laughed as he wrapped himself around you in a hug, “but yes, I’d love that.”

“I can’t wait,” he told you, kissing your cheek and beginning to walk away. But not before turning around and pointing at you with a smirk.

“I’m thinking laser-tag? So I can beat you?” he smiled.

“In your dreams, Seavey,” you yelled, watching him load himself into the tour bus and drive away, leaving you eager for the coming weeks.

[blueeyedbesson]

Taking You: Chapter 20

20: Air Of The Night

Series Masterlist Masterlist

There's a light when you walk in the room. There's excitement flowing on you.

"Guys, we've been nominated for 2 awards at Radio Disney Music Awards!" Corbyn cheered as he ran into the dressing room.

"Cool. Which ones?" I asked.

"Best Song To Lip Sync To & Best New Artist."

"Congrats. I'm proud of you guys." I smiled over at Jonah.

"Thanks babe." he smiled back. "Who's ready for tonights show?"

"Not me. I'm kind of nervous." Jack sighed as he looked at his reflection. His face was a little more pale than usual.

"What's wrong, little bro?" I walked over to him.

"I don't know. Must've been something I ate earlier. I'm not feeling so great."

"Well you still got a few hours to feel better. Take a nap and drink lots of fluids." I smiled and hugged  him. "I hope you get better Jack."

"Thanks Abby. I hope so too because if I'm not better later, I won't be able to perform and the fans will be upset."

"I'm sure you'll be fine, babe. Just do what Abby said earlier and you'll be fine." Gabbie smiled and kissed his cheek. "Just take a nap back here. We'll all still be here when you wake up."

"Okay." he smiled, went over to the couch & laid down on it.

"Sleep tight, Jack. We love you dude." I kissed his forehead and followed everyone out, while Zach stayed behind to take care of him.

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"I don't know how we'll get through the show without Jack." Jonah sighed as he paced around the dressing room. Jack was unable to perform tonight. The rest didn't help him & he couldn't keep anything down so he was taken back to the bus by Tyler and Gabbie. I felt terrible that my brother wasn't able to perform.

"Abby can do it." Corbyn suggested.

"What? Are you insane?"

"No, I'm not. I think you'd be perfect for this."

"I don't sing."

"Not true. Remember that livestream where everyone put two and two together & figured out you guys were together?" Aubrielle recalled. "You sang and it was amazing."

"Not to mention that you sing in the shower from time to time." Corbyn laughed.

"He's right. You should totally join them." Belle smiled.

"We'd ask any of the other girls but you're the only one who can do it." Jonah smiled.

"Yeah. You're the only one who's been to all of our soundchecks and dance rehearsals. You gotta help us out here." Daniel stated.

"What's in it for me?"

"The satisfaction of keeping the fans, and us boys, very happy?" Jonah smiled & held me close.

"Please, Abby? We need you." the boys pleaded. I looked around & sighed.

"Okay. I'll do it."

"Woohoo. Now let's go find you the best outfit to wear on stage." Jonah cheered as he dragged me out of the room. I could already tell tonight was going to be strange.

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"Hello Chicago. How's everyone doing tonight?" Zach screamed into the microphone, earning thousands of girlish shrieks as a response. "That's great."

"As you may have noticed, Jack is not up here with us tonight. That's because he's really sick and has to rest for the night."

"But luckily, we have an amazing person filling in for him. I'm sure by now y'all know who Abby Avery is, right?" Jonah smiled as he received a lot of screams in response. "Well, she's an amazing singer & she's going to be filling in for her ill brother tonight. Let's make some noise for my girl." he clapped as I walked onstage in the outfit he had picked out for me. The crowd went nuts as I walked over to him and kissed his cheek.

"And let's begin..." I whispered as the first song started.

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"That was amazing. You did insane." Eben praised me as the boys and I walked offstage. "We should do a duet sometime."

"Thanks Eben. And yes, we should."

"How does tomorrow sound?"

"I'm busy with Jonah. We're working on a special project tomorrow."

"If by special project, you mean you're just gonna cuddle in your bunk, then that can wait."

"It's a real project, Eben. But I'm free the day after tomorrow."

"Cool. Looking forward to it." he winked and walked away.

"What was that about?" Aubrielle asked as she approached me.

"We were just talking about doing a duet the day after tomorrow."

"Does Jonah know you'll be alone with Eben?"

"Not yet but I'm on my way over to him right now so I can inform him of my plans." I smiled and hugged my tall boyfriend. "Hey babe."

"Hey. You were great tonight."

"Thanks." I smiled and gave him a quick kiss. "Eben and I are gonna do a duet the day after tomorrow, if that's cool. If not, I'll let him know that I can't make it."

"It's cool, Abby. You don't have to get my permission to hang with Eben."

"Thanks, Jonah. You're the best."

"I know I am baby." he smirked and got on the bus. I got on and went to the back room, sitting down & immediately getting back into the book I was reading this morning.

~Jonah's POV~

I watched as Abby got settled in the back room with her book. My smile grew as I realized she was reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, her favorite of the books.

"Why are smiling so much, Jo?" Angel asked, snapping me out of my daze.

"Abby just makes me so happy." I sighed contently. "I don't even know how I could've even hated that girl. I mean, she's perfect & she likes everything I do. Do girls like that even exist anymore?"

"Yeah, they do. And you were lucky enough to find one." she smiled.

"So, off the topic of Jonaby, how are things with you and Corbyn?"

"Absolutely incredible most of the time. Other times, I feel as if he's really not into me and that hes just trying to fill the void Abby left."

"Do you think he's still in love with her?"

"I have a feeling that he is but I really hope he's not. I just want to be happy."

"And you will be, little sis." I smiled and sat at the kitchen table. "You just have to give it some time."

"I love you, hoenah." she giggled and walked to the back room before I could even begin to think of a response.

I sat on one of the couches and looked out the window.

"What's up, Jonah?" Eben asked as he approached me.

"Just thinking. How about you?"

"Same." he smiled. "You don't mind if i steal your girlfriend in a few days, do ya?"

"What?"

"So we can work on a duet."

"Oh, right. Yeah. I don't mind. But you know what will happen if you try hitting on her, right?"

"Yes, I am aware of what you and Jack will do to me."

"Good. Just checking."

"You got a good one, Jonah. I wouldn't fuck it up for you."

"Thanks Eben." I smiled and continued to look out the window as everything passed by.

~Abby's POV~

I decided to stay up until I finished the book. By that time, it was already almost 4 a.m. & it was dark on the bus. I was about to climb into my bunk when I noticed a light coming from the front area of the bus.

Who could possibly still be awake right now?

I decided to go see who it was so I went towards the front of the bus. When I got to the kitchen area, I saw Tyler was still awake & staring at his laptop screen. He looked up and saw me.

"Hey. What are you doing up?" he asked.

"I just finished the book I was reading & was about to get in my bunk when I saw the light on out her. So I figured I'd check to see if whoever was out here was okay."

"Oh." he smiled. "Yeah. I'm fine. Just a little stressed right now."

"Anything I can help you with?" I asked as I slid into the seat across from him.

"I think I'll be fine. Thanks though."

"Are you sure Tyler? Because I can if you really need me to."

"Well, do you know how to manage a band?" he chuckled and looked up.

"No. Well, kind of."

"I feel like I need a break sometimes. Just a few days off where I don't have to worry about being responsible for 6 boys and everything they need to do during the day."

"Well, if you want, I can try it for a day or 2. I mean, I serve no real purpose on the tour so if i was the manager for a few days, I'd be able to say I did something for them."

"Are you sure? Managing a band is tough work Abby."

"I've been watching you do it for a while so I've picked up a few things. Besides, the boys look up to me & I know all there is to know about them."

"Okay. Well, you can start on Tuesday, since I know you're busy for the next few days. And if you need any help, just ask. I'll be around." he smiled and saved what he was working on before closing his laptop. "Thank you so much Abby. I really appreciate it."

"No problem, Tyler." I smiled and stood up. "I should get some sleep. I gotta be up in a few hours to work on a special project. Goodnight."

"Alrigh. Goodnight."

I went back to my bunk and fell asleep almost immediately.

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[mrsmoerlii]

Day 12-15: Goa

WELCOME TO PARADISE?

...das hatten wir zumindest gehofft! Wir hatten bereits vieles über Goa gehört und mein Traum war es bereits seit 10 Jahren, einmal dorthin zu reisen. In meiner Vorstellung gab es traumhafte Strände, Massagen, Yoga, gutes Essen, leckere Cocktails, sympathische Hippies, die abends am Strand mit ihrer Gitarre am Lagerfeuer sitzen, Beachparties und natürlich heiße Surferboys - eben alles, was das Backpackerherz so begehrt.

Wir erhofften uns den perfekten Abschluss einer wunderbaren Reise - doch leider wurden wir ziemlich enttäuscht! 🙄😟

Es hätte vielleicht geil sein können, aber wie uns schon mehrfach auf der Reise bewusst wurde, sind wir leider einen Monat zu früh unterwegs. Die Hochsaison startet erst im Oktober. Normalerweise ist das ja halb so schlimm und hat oftmals den Vorteil, dass nicht alles mit Touristen überlaufen ist.

Aber hier ist einfach fast niemand, alles ist noch im Aufbau oder mit Plastikplane verpackt und es sieht so aus, wie es nach der Monsunzeit halt aussieht - alles ein bisschen wüst. Es gibt noch kein Yoga und keine Parties. Wir wollten am Sonntagabend in einen Club nach Nordgoa fahren, das ist eher der Partybezirk. Wir saßen schon ausgehbereit an der Rezeption und wollten ein Taxi ordern. Doch wir haben es uns dann anders überlegt, als wir den Taxipreis hörten und die Fahrtzeit von drei Stunden! Damit hatten wir nicht gerechnet. Stattdessen sind wir also wieder unter unseren Mosquitobaldachin geschlüpft und haben einen Bollywoodfilmeabend gemacht.

Es fiel uns etwas schwer, nachdem wir bisher so viel erlebt hatten jeden Tag, einfach Mal nichts zu tun. Abends ab 18 Uhr war es stockfinster und wir waren etwas gefangen in unserem kleinen Dschungel.

Zugegeben, der Strand war ganz schön, aber auch da hatten wir schon Schöneres gesehen. Uns fehlte einfach ein bisschen die Wohlfühl- und Entspannungsatmosphäre, die wir uns gewünscht hatten.

Nach einem halben Tag erfolgloser Suche nach einer guten Massage, haben wir uns schließlich für eine Ayurvedamassage bei unserer Unterkunft entschieden. Nunja, es war eine Erfahrung, aber wir bevorzugen definitiv die Thaimassage in unserem kleinen schäbigen Massagesalon in Hamburg! Wir fühlten uns danach leider nicht entspannt, sondern haben am ganzen Körper nach ranzigem Öl gerochen...🙈😩

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...at least that's what we had hoped for! We had already heard a lot about Goa and it had been my dream for 10 years to travel there once.

In my imagination there were fantastic beaches, massages, yoga, good food, tasty cocktails, nice hippies sitting on the beach with their guitar at the campfire in the evening, beach parties and of course hot surferboys - just everything a backpacker's heart desires.

We hoped for the perfect end to a wonderful trip - but unfortunately we were quite disappointed! 🙄😟

Maybe it could have been awesome, but as we already realized several times on the trip, we are unfortunately one month too early on the road. The high season does not start until October. Normally this is half as bad and often has the advantage that not everything is crowded with tourists.

But there is almost nobody here, everything is still under construction or packed with plastic sheeting and it looks like it looks after the monsoon season - everything a bit deserted.

There is no yoga and no parties yet. We wanted to go to a club in Northgoa on Sunday evening, that's more like the party district. We already sat ready to go at the reception and wanted to order a taxi. But we changed our minds when we heard the taxi price and the driving time of three hours! We had not counted on it. Instead we slipped under our mosquito canopy again and made a Bollywood movie night.

It was a little bit difficult for us, after we had experienced so much so far every day, just to do nothing. In the evening from 18 o'clock it was pitch dark and we were a little bit caught in our little jungle. Admittedly, the beach was quite nice, but also there we had seen something more beautiful. We simply lacked the feel-good and relaxing atmosphere that we had wished for.

After half a day of unsuccessful search for a good massage, we finally decided for an Ayurveda massage at our accommodation. Well, it was an experience, but we definitely prefer the Thai massage in our little shabby massage salon in Hamburg! We didn't feel relaxed afterwards, but smelled like rancid oil all over our body...🙈😩

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

#how💀does💀harry💀live#i mean i get I GET THIS MAN CANT EVEN CUT A TOMATO i would TIE HIS SHOELACES EVERYDAY BRO#i would cut his sandwich into strange little cubes if hed ask me to#id prewash his shower#that doesnt eben make sense#am i ok#watermelon sugar why @bluewinnerangel

#prev tags#jajskjakdjksajsks pre wash his shower#but also yes#i am so sorry harry#but you lucked out so hard my boy#i'd do virtually anything for this man#he'd always have a cuppa waiting for him#did it get cold? here's another one RIGHT NOW#i would teach myself embroidery so i could embroider all his stupid designs on his stupid self-designed shirts#i would be AT THE READY to light his next cigarette right away king#cigarette smoke? oh i hate it i can't stand it but i'll inhale it for you sir#i would cook eggs for him and i'm vegan#okay maybe not that extreme#but almost okay?#you know what? i'll clean their house#i'll change their sheets everyday (they need changing everyday)#*runs* @theirloveisgross

Louis at the AFHF back on August 30th.

[juttabluehberger]

Der "liebe" Asphalt

Das ist so eine Sache mit dem Asphalt. Laut Reiseführer ist der Asphaltanteil der meisten Etappen über 60%. Das ist nicht so toll. Denn es ist der Asphalt in Kombination mit dem Gewicht des Rucksacks, der meine Schmerzen auf den Sohlen verursacht. Eben das was man Sohlenbrand nennt.

Am Vormittag macht mir der Asphalt oft weniger Mühe, aber spätestens am Nachmittag suche ich so oft wie möglich nicht auf sondern neben dem harten Asphalt zu gehen. Da nutze ich jede noch so kurze Strecke mit weicherer Unterlage wie Kies, Erde oder Wiese am Straßenrand, die meine schmerzenden Füße schonen.

Glücklicherweise führt der Jakobsweg wenn immer möglich über einen Weg, der nicht direkt an der Hauptstraße verläuft. Immer wieder geht es durch den Wald. Die Strecken durch den Wald sind aber meistens mit viel Steigung verbunden. Zuerst bergauf, dann begab. Dann muss ich entsprechend langsamer gehen. Aber das lohnt sich.

Am Samstag gab es zwei Steigungen die es wirklich in sich hatten. Die erste hinten dem Haus vom Bergdoktor (DEM Bergdoktor) ging noch und der Weg führte über eine Weide.

Die zweite hatte ich zuerst verpasst und musste zurückgehen. Sie begann hinter der Talstation der Seilbahn und führte dann im Zickzack eine fast senkrechte Böschung hinauf. Das hatte es in sich! Aber danach verlief sie wieder durch eine wunderschöne Gegend abseits vom Straßenlärm.

Natürlich brauchen diese Strecken abseits auch mehr Zeit und Kilometer als wenn man neben der Hauptstraße geht. Das vergesse ich manchmal, wenn ich versuche die noch benötigte Zeit zu berechnen.

Aber es gibt auch Situationen, wo mir der Asphalt lieber wäre:

Seit Ende letzter Woche wurde immer für den nächsten Tag Regen angesagt. Der jedoch dann meist ausblieb. Darüber war ich natürlich nicht böse. So konnte ich die ersten fünf Tage bis auf ein wenig Nieseln im Trockenen wandern.

Für Sonntag schien es unausweichlich, dass es den ganzen Tag regnen wird. Als ich aufwache schien aber die Sonne. Der Vormittag blieb großteils sonnig. Als ich zu Mittag vor einem Restaurant stehen blieb, fielen die ersten Regentropfen. Für mich ein Zeichen, dass ich ins Restaurant gehen soll. Während ich drin war schüttete es aus allen Kübeln. Als es Zeit war, wieder aufzubrechen, schien es fast nicht mehr zu regnen. Es war dann doch gerade so viel, dass ich den Poncho brauchte. Wieder einmal fühlte ich mich von Gott beschenkt und umsorgt.

An dem Nachmittag verlief die Strecke fast nur durch den Wald und mehrmals sehr steil bergauf und bergab. Wie rutschig nasse Nadeln, Laub und Baumwurzeln sein können, habe ich bereits ausprobiert. Und so war ich extrem vorsichtig unterwegs. Da wo der Weg weniger steil verlief, bestand er oft aus schlammigen Lacken, die dann auch sehr rutschig sein können und einen ziemlichen Balanceakt erforderten. In dieser Situation wäre mir der Asphalt ausnahmsweise lieber gewesen.

Trotzdem kam ich am Abend gut im Quartier an. Unbeabsichtigt habe ich an dem Tag die dreißig Kilometer Marke geknackt, da die Strecke am Vormittag 18 km war und die einzige Vermieterin, die abhob als ich anrief, weitere 12 km entfernt war.

***

The "dear" asphalt.

The asphalt is one of those things. According to the guidebook, the asphalt portion of most stages is over 60%. That's not so great. Because it is the asphalt in combination with the weight of the backpack that causes my pain on the soles. Which is called sole burn.

In the morning the asphalt often gives me less trouble, but at the latest in the afternoon I try to walk as often as possible not on but next to the hard asphalt. There I use every ever so short distance with softer underground like gravel, earth or meadow at the roadside, which spare my aching feet.

Fortunately, the Way of St. James leads whenever possible on a path that does not run directly on the main road. Again and again it goes through the forest. The routes through the forest, however, are usually associated with a lot of slope. First uphill, then downhill. Then I have to walk accordingly slower. But it is worth it.

On Saturday there were two climbs that were really hard. The first hill behind the house of the Bergdoktor (THE mountain doctor from TV) was still okay and the path led over a pasture.

The second I had missed at first and had to go back. It started behind the valley station of the cable car and then zigzagged up an almost vertical slope. That was quite a challenge! But after that it ran again through a beautiful area away from the noise of the roads.

Of course, these routes off the beaten path also take more time and miles than walking next to the main road. I sometimes forget that when I try to calculate the time still needed.

But there are also situations where I would prefer the asphalt: Starting at the end of last week, rain was always forecast for the next day. Which, however, then mostly failed to materialize. Of course I was not upset about that. Thus I could hike the first five days except for a little drizzle in the dry.

For Sunday it seemed inevitable that it will rain the whole day. When I woke up, however, the sun was shining. Most of the morning remained sunny. When I stopped in front of a restaurant at noon, the first raindrops fell. For me a sign that I should go into the restaurant. While I was inside, it poured cats and dogs. When it was time to leave again, it seemed to have almost stopped raining. It was then just enough that I needed the poncho. Once again I felt blessed and cared for by God.

That afternoon the route was almost exclusively through the forest and several times very steep uphill and downhill. How slippery wet needles, leaves and tree roots can be, I have already tried. And so I was extremely careful on the way. Where the path was less steep, it often consisted of muddy puddles, which can also be very slippery and require quite a balancing act. In this situation, I would have preferred the asphalt for once.

Nevertheless, I arrived well in the evening in the quarters. Unintentionally, I cracked the thirty-kilometer mark that day, since the route in the morning was 18 km and the only landlady who picked up when I called was another 12 km away.

[blueeyedbesson]

Taking You: Chapter 25

25: Never Know

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"I can't believe this is the end of the tour." Daniel pouted.

"One more show tomorrow night and we all fly home to be with our families for a few days." I smiled and rested my arm on Jack's shoulder.

"I don't wanna be away from you guys after spending all this time being around you." Belle whined.

"I know. I'm gonna be stuck with Jack for longer than I planned." I smirked at looked at my brothers face. "I love you."

"Have you and Jonah figured out how you're going to tell the fans about your break up?" he asked and looked up at me.

"It's been 3 weeks & we haven't posted anything about each other. I think the fans probably know already."

"I still think you guys should address it."

"I'll talk to him about it when he gets back. In the meantime, I am going to lie down on my bunk and listen to music." I sighed and climbed into my bunk. I grabbed my phone, plugged my ear buds in and put on my playlist. I started  closing my eyes and within seconds, I was asleep.

2 hours later, I woke up and noticed my earbuds had fallen out. The music was still playing so I shut it off. Then I noticed that the bus was unusually quiet. Just as I was about to climb off my bunk and check out why it was quiet, I heard someone's voice. I decided to be quiet and pretend I was still asleep as the voice got closer.

"What am I supposed to say, mom? That I'm in love with her? That I can't stop thinking about her? That I haven't stopped thinking about her since the day I met her?" I recognized the voice as Corbyn's. I smiled when I heard everything he said. He was talking about Angel and I wondered if she knew any of this. "Abby and I broke up months ago, mom. Yeah I know you loved her. I did too." There was a pause. "Sometimes I think I still do & it's killing me." he paused again. "But she hates me, mom. Which brings me to my question earlier. How am I supposed to tell her any of that when she hates me for breaking her heart?" Another pause came, this time it was a little longer than the others. His mom must've been scolding him for what happened. "Yes mom. I fucked up. Sorry about my language but it's true. And I'm still fucking up. I'm dating Angel but I'm in love with her best friend. I'm stupid." he paused. "I gotta go mom. I love you and I'll see you in 2 days. Bye."

"Yo, Corbyn, can you check to see if Abby's still asleep?" I heard Jack shout from the front of the bus. I quickly put my ear buds back in and pretended I was asleep when Corbyn opened my curtain.

"Yeah, she's still sleeping."

"Can you wake her? We're leaving soon."

"Sure!" he shouted back and sat on the edge of my bunk. His hand went to my shoulder and he gently shook me. "Abby, wake up. Jack says we're leaving soon."

I turned over and 'paused' my music, slowly taking out my ear buds.

"Alright. Thanks for letting me know." I offered him a smile and he returned one before climbing off my bunk and holding out a hand to help me down. I took it and climbed down slowly, making sure I grabbed my phone.

Corbyn walked to the front of the bus and I followed, seeing everyone on the couches.

"Where are we going?"

"An interview. You girls said you wanted to join us." Jack smiled and everyone  stood up. Tyler lead us all out the door and we got into the van that was supposed to take us to the building where the interview was being filmed. On the way there, Corbyn and Angel got into a heated argument so I tuned them out, not wanting to hear anything that was being said.

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"So, guess who broke up?" Angel sighed as she plopped down on the couch that Gabbie and I were on. Aubrielle and Belle were on the other couch but the sat up when Angel opened her mouth again. "Corbyn and I have officially called it quits."

"What? No. You two were so cute together." Belle pouted.

"We been having a lot of arguments recently and we felt it was better to stop it all and just be friends. We were always better that way."

"Sometimes, that's always the best choice." I smiled and thought about my recent relationship with Jonah. "I'm glad you guys are still friends though. Jonah would kill him if things were to end bad & that would honestly suck so much."

"It would. Then I'd only have one brother to annoy." Aubrielle smiled.

"I only have one to annoy." I replied.

"True, but he's cute." Gabbie giggled.

"He really is. I love the kid so much." I smiled.

"How is the friendship that you and Jonah have created?" Angel asked, changing the topic and putting her attention on me.

"I never actually thought Jonah could ever be considered as my best friend. But ever since Corbyn and I broke up, he's been so kind to me. Jonah is a great boyfriend but he's the best friend to have in a terrible sitiation."

"I love that you guys are close because of Corbyn."

"It's odd but I like it too."

"Me too."

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"So, Eben told me something interesting earlier today." Jonah smirked as we sat in front of my laptop, preparing ourselves for the YouNow broadcast we were about to do.

"Oh really? What was that?"

"He told me that you wrote the duet you guys sang & he told me who it was about."

"That bastard. I'm gonna kill him."

"He told me you wrote it about him." he told me, making me a most choke on my drink.

"Oh, Jonah, I'm so sorry."

"It hurts a little bit but I'll be fine." he smiled and signed into his YouNow account. "For the record, I had a feeling you were still into him." he smirked and clicked on the Go Live button.

"Hey guys." I smiled. "This is probably going to be a short broadcast because we have some news to share with you."

"Jonaby is no longer a thing romantically." Jonah began. I looked at the comnents and saw most of the fans freaking out. "But we're still friends."

"Yup. Best friends actually."

"We thought it'd be better this way & I'm glad we made this decision because I love her so much & I'd cry if i knew I hurt her and made her walk out of my life."

"Which he didn't. It was a mutual break up and it's made us both realize that we're happier with just being friends."

"So, please don't put the blame on Abby. She did nothing wrong and does not need everyone stressing her out right now. She's a human being who has feelings so again, please don't hate on her."

"We love you all so much & it's going to be hard for us if you can't find it in your hearts to support our decision."

"As always, I love you guys & I'll talk to you soon." Jonah said his goodbyes and ended the broadcast. "I hope they don't blame you now."

"Same. Thanks." I smiled.

"Anytime, dude." he returned the smile and looked down at his phone, as did I. It was silent for a few minutes before either one of us spoke.

"Hey, Jo?" I asked quietly.

"Yes, Ab?"

"Have you noticed anything weird between Corbyn and Angel lately?"

"Well, they broke up & told me it was because they kept arguing."

"Exactly. That's what Angel told us too. But, they were never left alone together. There was always someone with them. If there was arguments, one of us would've either heard it or seen it."

"Are you saying they made up the argument thing?"

"Yeah. Or that they made up the whole relationship so they wouldn't feel the pressure of the relationships around them."

"Hmm...that's a good point. Now I wonder if they were ever really together."

"Yeah. Me too." I sighed and thought about what I heard Corbyn say to his mom on the phone. Was it true? What if Corbyn knew I was actually awake the whole time & just said that stuff because he knew I was listening? A part of me really wants to tell Jonah but what if I'm wrong? I'd have to talk to Corbyn first & I don't think I'm in the right state of mind to do so. What am I going to do?

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[cryptoevent]

Billionaires Form a Blockchain Advisory Committee for the NBA – Blockchain Bitcoin News

A number of National Basketball Association (NBA) team owners have formed an NBA advisory committee on blockchain in the professional American basketball league. The advisory board includes prominent billionaires and advocates for the retail chains that own the Nets, Mavs, Wizards, Celtics, Kings and Jazz teams.

Billionaire NBA Team Owners Call National Basketball Association Advisory Committee Blockchain

The NBA, the American professional basketball league, may be introducing block chain and encryption solutions to the industry in the near future. Sportico.com contributors Scott Soshnick and Eben Novy-Williams spoke with one of the members of the new NBA Blockbusters Committee, Dallas Mavericks owner Mark Cuban.

Soshnik and Novy-Williams also mentioned the popular Flow blockchain application, supported by Dapper Labs, which produces non-disturbable NBA Top Shot (NFT) chips. Sportico’s authors say NBA Top Shot sales have been very productive so far, totaling $300 million in resale markets.

This has very little to do with Top Shot, a Cuban told the publication by email. These are chain applications, of which Flow is just one. The team members were controlled by several people who knew the plans, Sportico journalists reported.

The NBA committee consists of Mark Cuban, Joe Tsai, Ted Leonsis, Steve Pagliuca, Vivek Ranadive and Ryan Sweeney. The NBA has refused to take a position on the issue, Soshnick and Novy-Williams said.

Many members of the NBA’s Blockchain Advisory Committee have long been proponents ofcryptography.

Recently, a Cuban gave the Dallas Mavericks basketball team permission to accept DOGEs through Bitpay. The owner of the Sacramento Kings, Vivek Ranadive, has long been a journalist specializing in cryptocurrency and an advocate of chain locks. The Sacramento Kings Basketball Club has been accepting Bitcoins (BTC) since 2014.

Steve Pagliuca, co-owner of the Boston Celtics, is co-chairman of Bain Capital, a venture capital firm that has invested millions in retail chain projects over the years.

The solutions and innovations that cryptocurrencies and block strings can bring to the NBA table are unfathomable. Blockchain can be used to sell tickets, raffles and gifts, sports collections with non-displayable (NFT) tokens, souvenirs digitally signed by a fan’s favorite basketball player, as well as immutable numbers and t-shirts for retirees.

Not to mention that cryptocurrencies can be used to pay for all of these types of goods, as well as any goods, food, drinks, and anything else the NBA sells can be sold for cryptographic assets.

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[liarsweapon]

oh yeah a few people seem to not understand that a: the tags were a joke, and b: i dont explain things well, so for reference , here i will overexplain everything, and to the man in my dms that said i was abusing loki by being mean tonhim or smthn, youre blocked now so i cant help you but uhhhhh, idk how to abuse someone that’s not real bc mcu loki is not the actual norse loki irl and i think dis has abused him more than i can as someone who doesnt even write him so lol

i say ‘supposedly all knowing’ because the mcu kinda forgets hes all knowing when its convenient for him

im not counting hela as his kid bc eben if the film universe says it, she has always been loki’s daughter and in mythology she’s loki’s daughter, whether you hate or love ragnarok thats just a decision that was dumb, especially when odin already has a canon eldest daughter and her story and reason for wanting to destroy asgard before learning who she is makes a lot more sense than hela’s

you can love your kids and still be a terrible parent, especially where sdoption is concerned because a lot of adoptive parents dont eealize or care about the trauma they put their kids through. The novelizations, the films, the comics, they always try to show that Odin does whatever he does out of love for his children including loki despite comic wise he treats loki a fuck of a lot worse than the mcu odin does, he still loves them. apparently. He flat out mentioned to angela once that when technically as the eldest, asgard would be hers one day if she reintergrated. she did not want to and instead eventually became the queen of hel when her wife was taken by hel. Thor was meant to become king as asgard as the oldest, i don’t remember if its tbe same in the mcu or not but as the elder child it isn’t odin ‘choosing’ thor, its his literal birthright as the eldest assumed living child. Also why hela and ragnarok make no sense, and paint odin even worse than he paints himself. The only reason the title of crown prince fell to Thor was because Odin believed Aldrif (Angela’s birth name) was killed as a newborn.

The whole entire thing w Hela made no sense for nonreason beyond he, in the film universe (including novelizations and the books attached to the universe) involve him giving the kids a chance to ‘redeem themselves’. Him refusing that with Hela just doesn’t make sense with the character that they built him up to be. He’s extremely brash and harsh and makes the kids feel unworthy and all that, but he gives them the chance.

He yeets out of consciousness every single time he knows he fucked up, honestly i think thats just a parent thing either they yell and make you hate yourself or they knock off and pretend nothing happened.

Again, I say ‘supposedly’ all knowing bc the mcu and comics are fucking awful at proving it. Him not knowinf about Angela was explained away (badly but it was) as when he severed Heven from the 10 realms, he lost all sight of it. How he didnt know Angela was alive before that, we dont know, meevil explains nothing. Loki was, admitted by his birth father, tossed into the streets to die because he was born different. He was ‘tiny’, he was ‘a runt’, frosty didnt want him and left him to die. and whether odin says he found him and fell in love with him and adopted him so he wouldnt die, or for political gain, bc hes said both, and other things too depending on the world this man does not keep a straight mind, the reality is if he’s all knowing then he knew he would adopt loki no matter what. And he’d have known how he should have raised him. But they also like to change the definition of all knowing between works, because in some works its ‘all see wherehe sees all thats happening at once’ or ‘all see where he sees past present and future at once’, aka where my issue w ‘all seeing’ takes place, because they don’t even have a set definition to use for it, they do whatever is convenient for the storyline. I’ve worked in the entertainment industry for those unaware and I always hate when things are done for convenience rather then kept in a continuity. its just a cop out for me.

generallyif im sassily snarking loki, im also snarking odin, because Kenneth Branagh the genius he is, and Alan Taylor in all the bts he mentions bc dis frankensteined his film the way wb did jl, loki’s arc has mirrors to odin’s and he’s the one who acts most like odin’s actual son. They mirror each other in multiple ways and, it’s kind of dumb in a way because a truly loving parent in my opinion should try to help their kids not become raging genocidal douchebags, and odin just… doesnt. Arguably banishing thor stopped thor from doing it, but jane did the same for loki too. Considering Loki’s the one who planned genocide before thor was even banished, he all in all probably should have banished loki instead. The problem is if he did, the argument would still be that he was actively choosing to abuse the adopted son instead of his real son, despite his banishing thor was so thor could grow as a person bc thats such a great plan beardy, greaaaat job /s

also a good thing to always consider: i mostly just enjoy being a sarcastic pain in the ass, and 90% of the time when im sassing these characters im not even 100% serious. I’m just being a butthead, and i read my posts like Jennamarbles is saying it and its meant to be read in a comical way. Thats why i slash so many words to stay out of the tags, because i dont eant people getting all serious with me because they dont realize im just being a shit. its all in good fun, and i just like pointing out when genocidal people or terrorists are genocidal people or terrorists because fandom never wants to. they wanna blame all the issues on a random they dont like and pretend their main is a perfect goody good when the reality is, none of their decisions can really be instant forgiven and a lot of it should really stop being forgotten. all in good fun, again, but for the love of fluff saying someone who tried to commit genocide is just an innocent baby and everything is someone elses fault is why people like ted bundy have fandoms. i dont necessarily believe fiction = reality or things like that, but i notice patterns and i notice many many of the people who say loki should be forgiven for everything without working towards it and its all thor/odin/frigga/janes fault, a lot of them either love incest or wanna fuck a serial killer.

Redemption arcs, thats what people gotta think about. It’s hard to do well but even with loki it could have been done. Technically it was done via jane, everyone just ignored it. And since they ignore it, I take pleasure in poking fun at him for all the things he did pre A1. Notice I don’t ever poke fun at what he did from thanos abuse? I only specifically poke fun at what he did in thor 1. Easy mistake I know, because he also attempted genocide in a1, but a1 theres too many fandom factors and thanos factors to throw in so theres no point in even being concerned with that one.

He planned the genocide of the frost giants before he learned who he was. He planned to eliminate the entire race and still went partially throughhis plan after he learned who he was. ‘to gain his father’s love’ is a piss poor excuse when he saw what happened to thor when thor tried to do it after what Loki dod letting them into thor’s coronation thingy. Odin had a massively negative reaction to attempted genocide (ironic given how many times he himself committed genocide, but thats what double standards are) and banished his ‘golden child’. At that point Loki could have rethought his plan and chose not to, he wanted to kill his own species upon learning what he was because of self hatred (which is odins fault for teaching him that, that’s something i think most people can agree on)

all in all, my ooc posts are meant more or less as a joke, and my making fun of things i find dumb, as evident by my hundreds of ‘capcom please’ posts and thanesis jokes. It’s all a joke to me, but I’m sorry if I offended people, it’s not meant in offense I’m just pointing out that pretending Loki did no wrong when he and odin did the same shit is kinda dumb. Odin’s worse offense is being douchey to his kids, but you wouldnt get the stories you have if he wasnt. theyre vikings, this is kind of just how they behave.

also a note i realized tho i already deleted the og post bc too many randos were dming me and i got overwhelmed (it was maybe 3, im overwhelmed easily) but like i think the confusion actually was bc i was referencing the book and saying the worst thing odin did was being a prick to loki in it at the end, but i didnt specify i meant worst thing he did in the book, not in the entirety of everything he ever did, and because most people can’t comprehend how my brain works it just didnt come across right and that is my fault so im totally sorry for that part thats on me i did not mean odins never done smthn worse even to lola i meant in the book that was the worst that i can remember at the point i started talking about the book i forgot the rest of the media existed because i was not thinking about it, adhd brain, again thays my fault totally sorry about that confusion, but hopefully this explanation of all the things helps in some way

‘O/din choosing T/hor as King and loving T/hor more caused L/oki to behave in worse attention-seeking ways’ ….. i mean i guess thats a way to refer to genocide 😵‍💫