#every day is ace pride day when you're proud enough

[seripup]

Reidog is being proudly asexual !

[brynnterpretations]

hello!! saw ships were open for the boys so wanted to ask for one, please :)

i'm a bi & ace jewish brazilian girl, currently in college majoring in theatre & minoring in translation (i want to be a musical theatre actress). fluent in portuguese & english, currently learning french, and i have a life objective to become a polyglot (4+ languages!!). in love with theatre, literary analysis, linguistics, music, writing, and art in general — will absolutely ramble about anything i am interested in, and also might have strong opinions on stuff that maybe i didn't need to have a strong opinion on 💀 i can get a bit combative about that at times... i definitely take as my biggest skill, besides singing and acting which are quite literally my intended job, eloquence and just my way with words (toxic trait is believing i'd talk my way out of a murder fr fr). friends that know me more recently would even say i'm an extrovert because of that, but honestly i am a pile of nerves of an introvert with social anxiety that simply loves yapping and putting on a show. most notable quirk/habit might be how precise i always am with finding the right words because i simply cannot leave an opening for misinterpretation (and that's on anxiety and a suspicion of undiagnosed adhd oops); that might lead me to be a bit picky (for the lack of a better word), specific, and/or literal with the words other people use as well. i'm also pretty proud of my music taste — from alt rock to 20s-40s music, love curating the vibes and i'm a bit of a playlist freak. also i would 100% show brazilian music to whoever i'm paired with 💥🇧🇷

hope this is good, thank you so much :)

Thank you so much for the request, you sound so cool and this was super fun to write! I hope you like it. ☻

I ship you with...

Annie January ♡

Girlfriend

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You and Annie meet at a small coffee shop while you're both grabbing coffee. The university you go to in The Boys' universe is twenty minutes away from Vought Tower (it's notorious for feeding non-supes to Vought for corporate work, NGL) and though the coffee shop itself is a bit out of the way, Annie enjoys not having the big swarms at Vought's Jitter Bean.

It's a very, very sappy meet-cute: you drop a textbook for one of your gen eds, Annie picks it up, and as you stutter out an apology — you just dropped your textbook in front of Annie "Starlight" January! — she's enamored.

What can I say? She lives for anxious energy.

It starts out slow. You meet right when she becomes part of the Seven, and as we know, things are rough starting out. Still, she finds herself going to that same coffee shop not just to avoid the crowd, but in hopes of seeing you, Cute Textbook Girl, again.

She starts bringing in some of her more secretarial/paperwork-y tasks in to the café, and, eventually, politely asking for a seat next to you turns into genuine conversations, which then turns into her walking you home when you both ended up staying there too late (thank God for 24/7 coffee shops in NYC). After a good month of pining after you, Starlight finally gets the courage to ask you out, probably a few days or so before the Believe Expo. She'd been terrified to due to Vought essentially marketing her as an All-American Christian Girl-Next-Door!!! Barbie doll, but as she continues to uncover the corruption of Vought, the most important thing to her is being true to herself and to the rest of the world.

And to you, the cute girl.

This... kind of... works out in both of your favor? While Vought is pissed at first — Ashley would definitely rant about how "we already have a lesbian!" in reference to our bisexual queen Maeve — they use y'all as the Token Gays™ (as well as showing that Supe and Non-Supe relationships are great, never question the power!) and parade you around pride festivals. When June comes, pictures of you two are on every billboard in NYC.

Enough about Vought, though: Annie adores you. She is endlessly impressed by your linguistic abilities and especially your work in college. Due to her Supe upbringing, college had been pretty out of the question for her, but even if it wasn't, she'd have a hard time figuring out what she wanted to do besides something in public-service. You being so passionate about theatre is admirable to her, especially since it's artistic. In the world of "The Boys", there's not a lot of genuine creativity, and you're a very rare gem to her because of that.

Because of that, expect tons, tons, tons of kisses and back rubs while you're stressing over assignments.

Also, any and all performances you have always are attended by Annie, complete with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and dessert afterward. She gets deep into whatever you are performing, even if she knows the plot of it.

She also loves how well-spoken you are. While well-spoken, Annie is one of those people who forgets words that she wants to use constantly, particularly when she's stressed or ill, and you are a beacon of light for her during those times.

For example, while Annie's trying to work on a case report on thirty minutes of sleep: "Honey, what's the word for that thing that hospitals roll people in on?" ... "A stretcher?" ... "Oh my God, thank you!"

And on that note, some pet names she has for you: honey, baby, and sweetie. She's a born-and-raised Midwesterner.

Annie's the kind of person who has a good music taste, but gets stuck on listening to the same music constantly — she's a creature of habit — so she loves the music you listen to. It's not something she's heard a lot, especially the Brazilian music, so she listens to your music religiously and loves creating Spotify Blends for the two of you.

Expect to share your wardrobe with each other.

Outside of knowing very basic sign language, Annie is monolingual, so she loves hearing you speak other languages. After stressful days, all she wants is to lay in bed with you while you read out something in Portuguese or French. She loves your voice.

Annie is pretty busy a great chunk of the time, but she always finds ways to incorporate you in her life, whether it's just having you by her side while she rifles through paperwork or she's secretly talking to you through an earpiece about Love Island (mark my words, Annie loves trashy reality TV) on patrols.

Because of that, too, she tries her best to surprise you whenever she finds some time off, some of these including reservations at your favorite restaurant, impromptu road trips, or even tickets to one of your favorite artists' concerts.

While Annie prefers that you don't get extremely involved in the work she does due to how dangerous it is (while Hughie was one thing since he was already involved by the time of their canonical relationship, you started as an outsider) she knows you are extremely smart and capable, so she always tells the truth to you. If you wanted to get involved, she'd take a bit of convincing, but would ultimately trust your judgment and competency (which you have a lot of!) and introduce you to The Boys.

And that brings us to...

The Boys ☻

Friends

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Hands down, Frenchie and Kimiko are your best friends in The Boys. They're friendly to you from the get-go, but once they figure out that you can A) fluently speak Portuguese and English, B) are learning French), and C) have the goal of learning four languages, they are set. They greatly value people who find ways to communicate with others, even with language barriers, so they saddle up to you very quickly.

You catch onto sign language pretty quickly, meaning you all talk massive shit, particularly when Butcher is going onto one of his tirades towards Hughie.

Whenever you all have free time, you, Kimiko, and Frenchie all have movie nights that end in super deep conversations half of the time.

Also... they insist on you performing monologues for them in French/Sign Language, particularly extremely crude ones. Believe it or not, the two have an immature sense of humor sometimes. I mean, how else do you get through the days in The Boys universe?

Butcher likes you — don't get me wrong — but because of your rambling and readiness to defend the member of the team he disagrees with the most (Annie), he can be pretty harsh on you. He also teases you and Annie constantly, which isn't the best, either.

For example, when you and Annie were having a very personal, sweet conversation: "oi, you two done scissoring yet?" (queue Annie's sunbeam eyes).

He also caught on to how firmly you stand by your passions quickly, and when he's bored or trying to prove a point, will rile you up. He's a bit of a dick. Sorry.

M.M. really, really likes you. Though he doesn't get to talk to you too much due to being the backbone of the coup, he thinks you're a sweetheart, and always makes a point to greet you and make some small talk when you stop by, even if he's pretty visibly and audible stressed.

However, while your interactions with him aren't as plentiful as they could be, you two end up in the office together quite a lot, and you get our boy hooked on Brazilian music. Mark my words, that man wordlessly shows up in merch of an artist you showed him every other week.

Hughie is a very good friend to you. While you two don't have a lot of overlapping interests, what you do have is an ability to explain your passions and get others invested in them, so you two are forces to be reckoned with (particularly for Butcher, the cranky geezer). It is Yap Central™ when you two are in a room together, and your similar energies pair really well together, making you two quite the comedic duo.

(Also, because of you, whenever Hughie's freaking out on a mission, he recites musical theatre facts he'd heard from you to call himself down).

So, even with Butcher's assholery, trust me: you've got a very good group of people by your side, and they love you.

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Oh look! Another anon bully! Fuuuun 😂 Don't worry I blocked them but I thought this was too good to ignore!

Is it the trans thing making them say this? That I write fanfiction? Or just my looks? I'm confused but let's have some fun, yeah? I'm really not into sex shaming in ANY way.

The thing is, I've had way more than I probably should have and maybe this can be a helpful lesson here. I was actually really nervous posting that game, but y'all know I like to be honest with y'all just in case it can help!

I spent a long time hiding who I was to myself and everyone else. I'm mostly gray-ace besides fantasy, meaning I rarely actually enjoy myself but that's a scary thing to admit because it's so misunderstood and frowned upon. After being assaulted as a teenager and coming from a religious background I truly thought I was ruined. I won't go into the shame or the suicide attempts here because that's not what this is about but it was a very bad time for me. Especially after I miscarried a few months later. (Which by the way- Sept-Dec is the anniversary of all this so this was a PERFECT time of year for this BS)

It took me a few years to feel comfortable dating after that but when I did it was a boy that had issues with his parents so my parents allowed him to live under our roof. I was still having a lot of nightmares at the time so I was on heavy sedatives. One night my boyfriend at the time realized he could use that to his advantage. He wasn't the first obviously and he wasn't the last. I've been assaulted by multiple partners over my teen and young adult years. But because of that- I started sleeping with people before they could force or bully me into it and I went a little wild for about a decade.

I answered that game honestly, but not every answer was something I was happy to be a part of. Most of my experiences were bad. This bully was right in fact, I haven't had sex in a long time because I choose not to. When I do again it will be as my real self, with a deep and loving connection. I didn't used to have sex for love, I had sex to keep people around, to keep myself safe, or to try and feel something. I don't suggest it to anyone and I hope all of your sex lives are incredible and loving and safe.

I genuinely don't know if they were trying to say I couldn't get sex because that was never my problem and I hated it. It made me incredibly uncomfortable. If they don't like the looks of me then good for them, but I don't know why that was supposed to hurt me. I'm a grown adult with a past I'm not always proud of and so many stories I hope never get out. I'm also a trans guy that barely passes unless you're into fem boys so if you don't like me- that's cool! I rarely do either but that doesn't mean I won't post pics when I find a little confidence.

All of this isn't said to shame anyone else, if you can't tell, I'm totally happy there are people in the world who love consensual sex (Dom and Kells are wild boys and I love them), I'm just saying my experience is filled with a lot of darkness and very little light. I'm looking forward to having a healthy consensual loving relationship someday but it will be as myself and until I can have that I'm choosing not to do anything else. When I finally started saying no to my ex it was one of the proudest moments of my life and knowing I'm finally emotionally strong enough to protect myself feels incredible.

But I'm sure this was just trying to imply I'm unattractive or a loser so I probably should have just focused on that. Oh no! I'm so hurt! My nonexistent pride is wounded 💔 I must now shut up for good about everything! Honestly whatever is wrong with them that makes them need to hurt others I feel very sorry for. I hope they feel better soon and I hope all of you have a lovely day! I wish you all incredible loving relationships, whether with a partner, multiple partners, or just yourself! Stay safe! Love you all 🖤

[wittynameme]

Tw : abuse and internalized trauma

i don't feel that "warm fuzzy satisfaction of a job well done" that was described to be as a child. Everyone around me acts like they get a sense of satisfaction and pride from the act of work itself. I can understand feeling better or proud of the result of proud of perserverence (only a little bit) but not the work . The words "work" and "productive" feel gross to me, like I feel an icky ace in my chest when I say it, similar to guilt or shame. Like if I said a slur on accident getting too into a song or something.

My hypothesis is that nobody truly feels pride at their work, it's a conditioned responce from positive and negative reinforcement from childhood. We are told over and over again that we should be proud of doing a task, like it's already implied that we should, we get praise and social validation for doing so and so we implement it into our own sense of self . Our parents gave us attention for it so we did it more.

Growing up I was asked by the older people around me "see, doesn't that feel better? Doesn't that feel warm and fuzzy, don't you feel proud"? Like- no I don't. And I'd really like it if you'd stop trying to force that feeling I to me . It feels violating. I want to cry.

And so over time I only assosiated work with:

. corporate propaganda

. people who fell for propaganda

. people trying to force feed me an emotion.

On the other end of that spectrum you had adults like my fourth grade teacher Mrs markham , who on the first day of school pulled me side , got right up in my face and said "I am going to break you" . And she damn well tried. To this day it's her voice along with the cocophany of others mocking me whenever I get up to wash the dishes. The shame physically hurts, that I'm giving in, that I'm doing what I'm told, that I'm broken.

"your just a brat that was never told no and now you cry whenever your told no, you need someone to counter act that"

" you deserve this"

" you need this to give you a spine or you'll turn into a degenerate"

"you need pain"

"you wont survive without someone yelling at you to get your r***** ass off the couch and do something'

"I knew I was right all along, one day you'll love me for this".

I want to throw up after cleaning. If feels dirtier than when it was cluttered. I feel like I'm not safe. Like this isn't my room anymore, like it's on display for someone else's approval. Like IM on display seeking someone else's approval.

And then I seek help from others and they say stuff like 'oh yeah I totally understand, I get so stressed feeling like I haven't done enough, but your feelings are valid! Just take baby steps and I know you don't feel like you're doing enough but I promise you you are"! Like no. That wasn't what I was feeling at all and I e never felt more alone in my life. Like yeah I get the feeling of guilt , like I'm less than human because I can't take care of myself, and then on the other shoulder I have guilt for doing anything at all!

I don't have a fairy and an imp I have a devil and then ju6another devil but wearing khakis.

I know. I know. You don't need to tell me. I tell myself on loop every day already.

I sound like a brat. Like an edgy teenager all "society just wants to break me ! I'm a reble ! You don't understand me MOM, I DONT WANT TO CLEAN MY ROOM because it's just a part of the machine"!

But like...we all know now that that stereotype is ageist and used to reduce teenagers emotions to a diagnosable set of hormones and brain chemicals right?

We can all move past that and acknowledge that I actually dealing with an intrusive thought that sounds like my elementary teacher telling me to kill myself because that's the only good thing I could do for my family and that's actually seriosly messed up and not in a quirky funny haha way , in a like ... Super fucked up that I thought it was funny haha as a teenager because of that exact steriotype right?

Now I'm *checks* 22 and dealing with SERIOUS issues completely alone because of this shit.

[ratbastarddotfuck]

So today an all ages drag event at the pride center in my city (Melbourne Aus) was cancelled due to threats from nazi groups like the proud boys. The community had been gearing up to counterprotest and drown them out, but at the end of the day the risk was deemed not worth it to all those queer kids and the event was cancelled.

This is fucking horrifying to me on a very personal level. This is the third such incident that I've been aware of in my city in recent months - the first was an event that I was a vendor at, a youth pride at a library, where fash protested at the doors. The second was across the road from my house, at a festival that just happened to include a drag performance, where nazis showed up and screamed from the sidelines. This third time, the event was cancelled before the threat could become tangible, and it was directed at our actual community pride center.

That community center is my home. I am there every single month as a vendor at the long-established queer markets. I am going to be there even more, soon, to join the queer community radio and broadcast station as a volunteer and podcaster. People I love are there every day. My community is there every day. The people who work there are all community members. They're people who survived the aids crisis. They're 40 year old trans women. They're 20 year old queers getting involved in activism for the first time. They are people I know, and people I don't know but consider my family anyway. I feel so much at home when I'm in this space, surrounded by my people.

All of these people, all the years of community resources that have been built for us, all of this is under incredible threat right now. Not just in my city. The rise of facism is trying to strangle us out. We can not let this happen.

What can I do?

- Get connected to your local queer community. This will be more relevant for big city areas, but don't discount the power of rural queer groups! Go on Facebook (yes, Facebook) and search for "[city] [trans/queer/bi/etc]" and see what pops up. For example I am in Melbourne trans fam, Melbourne bi network, melbourne aces+, Australian nonbinary community etc groups. Many of these groups will have discord servers as well. Connect. Converse. Make friends and find out what is happening around you. This is the one thing Facebook is great for. Go to events, follow local artists, stay connected. You will hear about it if something like this is going down. You will be given ways to help.

- Learn self defence. I cannot stress enough that you should try to learn at least a few self defence techniques in times like this, especially if you are visibly trans/queer.

- Do not go looking for a fight. If you're going to an event where there is risk, don't try to antagonise nazis. Stay away, travel in groups, and stay aware. Don't let them ruin your fun, but don't lose track of your surroundings. Stay safe.

These are just the things that I can think of right now. The most important thing is staying connected and knowing what's happening in the community around you. We need to protect ourselves by protecting each other, and we need to stand firm. Our family is hurting. We need to protect it.

[dreamypainter]

Flowers for Requiem (Lavender)

Author's note: yokai au! Caters turn although i fear i may not be able to do him justice sensei can't fully grasp his character 

Characters: Kitsune! Cater Diamond, Reader

Warnings: Yandere au and the unhealthy behavior associated. Nothing extremely graphic tho.

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For content : Series Masterlist 

Cater Diamond - Lavender - Peace

For as long as he had gained consciousness, Carter remembers the feeling of having something to prove. A desperate silly little fox trying to prove itself to deaf ears. It's a drunken experience hearing his name in the winds for the first time as he stands with nine tails. Too young they whisper, how could he have achieved this form at such a tender age. (How did he cheat, who helped him, he could never do it by himself after all.) It's a toxic energy, overbearing attention (but they are looking at him for the first time and he cannot get enough of the painful pricks in his skin.) 

By the time you manage to find him, the words have been engraved to his bone, and as he walks down the mountain in a strange anxious haze he cannot think but one thought. (What if I'm not enough.) The sentiment burns him, it makes him want to cry and tear his hard-won tails out because if he wasn't enough for his one and only master then why should he even continue to try? (Please please please he'll be everything you ever need, you can destroy him just don't throw him away.) He meets your eyes and the thoughts clam to a smooth surface. (He feels a little silly now, in the face of you, because how could he have thought someone like you would be so cruel.)

His rope is silky in his hands as he stares adoringly at you, sandwiched between the eager figures of Ace and Deuce, and he can sense Trey staring at you with open surprise. (And love, so much love that it seems to be steaming off of him.) but he can't blame them. (How silly he was to think he had to prove himself, because no one else mattered but you, and you already had a space for him by your side.) 

You are assurance and deprivation wrapped into one for him. A being whose existence alone soothes his burns and rearranges his organs so that he doesn't have to do it himself. Someone who needs not his tails nor his magical energy to bring them pride, a sort of validation that no one else would be able to replicate. (The rope around his neck is the ultimate medal, and he thinks nothing else could top the feeling of you tying his collar to its rightful place.) But medicine is derived from poison and when you fall to fate's cruel planning he can feel the venom seep to his skin. (it hurts)

You're still beautiful as you fall to the ground, eyes now unseeing (because the world does not deserve to see you) and limbs limp. That's all he remembers of the incident to be honest. There was nothing else important after that. Every yokai mourns in their way and Cater has long since learned the art of keeping to his own behind his smile. (he can't think too hard, to confront the fact that you are good and honestly gone, so he smiles until his teeth are bared and his face is marred into a snarl.) (his sisters try to visit once. once.) For Cater, when you die time stops. Why should it persist after you have gone. 

He wastes away, unable to differentiate day from day despite the rising and setting sun. And the clock resumes (finally)when the mirror opens and on the other side is… you.(It was really you, wasn't it master?) You have a rosy hue to your cheeks and starry eyes as you stare directly at him, eyes following the slow sway of his tails. (are you proud of him?) You're just as lovely as the day he lost you, but this time he won't let anything take you away. The flowers bloom once more as he steps through the gate. 

He's still yours after all, and that's all the criteria he needs to meet. 

It's an impossible feat, what Ace had accomplished, making a gate to a whole other universe to which he certainly had not visited before. (The boy seems confused at the awe, however, responding simply “Of course, I've been here before, but my master's side is where everybody belongs.” cater cannot find it in himself to deny the sentiment.) For the first few minutes, everyone is a mess, some desperately trying to regain their composure to not embarrass you with their behaviors and others fully sobbing at your image. Cater himself allows his mind to take at the moment. (because you're here now, there's no rush.) He will get to talk to you eventually, so he's patient as the others demand your attention. (Some want to take care of you as they always have and the others run rampant to provide what you need. He can already see Leona stalk to the entrance and guard the door.) You glance over at him, and he smiles droopy, relaxed for the first time since (since you were gone.)

“Ah, welcome home Master, or should I say I'm back?”

[wolfy2109]

Tokka Week 2020: Family💖💖

(just another one-shot)

It's been months since I've seen her, I left thinking it'll be a matter of weeks. The councils of both the tribes had agreed and even I didn't anticipate a resistance. I wondered from time to time how she felt when she got to know that I'll be kept longer and was in a civil war of sorts again,if she'll show up in her metal armour again. The thought of how that armour clings tightly around her upper body was enough to make a grown man day dream. He thought about how soft her cheeks and lips were,all he wanted to was kiss her, passionately. He thought about holding his baby girl in his arms and kissing her forehead,she was the brightest child in the world according to him. He hoped Toph hadn't been too hard on her.

By the time he reached the door step,his every muscle was torn from tiredness,his head hurt from the long hours of sleepless travel(troubles in the ship). But his heart was so full of happiness,his mind full of thoughts and activities to do with both of his girls. He knocked the door and one of his known servants opened the door, thankfully. "Bo, it's so good to see you. Can you get some guys to put all this luggage in my room?" Sokka said,he was the kind of guy who treated servants with more respect than anyone,water tribe had engrained these values of compassion for one and all in him well enough. However,Bo didn't match his enthusiasm,he looked rather flustered, uncomfortable. He didn't meet his eyes when he answered "Sure sir,welcome back. I'll get right at it. ". Sokka was a chief,a strategist and a warrior he knew damn well that something was going on,he raised an eyebrow at Bo,to which Bo replied "did the news reach you?". Sokka worriedly replied "what news?. Is Toph okay?. Is she gone for another dangerous case?. Is Lin-" ,he was then cut off by a "nothing, she's just in an important meeting and will be late,your daughter will be in the study as of now,you can meet her."

Bo then rushed off and Sokka knew something was off but he didn't care,he was seeing Lin after 6 months,he entered the study and saw her dedicatedly reading some book on the history of earth kingdom,when she looked at him,her eyes sparked up with excitement. She ran to him and hugged him,he picked her up. "You're getting bigger,young chief" he told Lin. She giggled and gave him the biggest kiss on the cheek. They spent the entire afternoon talking about how he had fought cleverly and bravely and stopped a civil war and how Lin had aced the basics of earth bending forms. They were laughing like two six year olds,one of them was and well the other was, let's just say not six at all.

Nonetheless they talked like equals,like a true father and daughter duo. They both were fascinated with each other's stories,proud of their achievements and blissful to be back together again. Sokka told Lin that she didn't have to go to any class today, she'll be home spending "quality time" with her father and Lin was more than pleased with this offer.

Sokka went to take a bath after his lunch with Lin and found the two servants who were supposed to bring his luggage up to his room chatting. "I don't know how it's going to be like when he finds out. He has no idea." .The other servant replied "only a matter of time before it all blows up in her face,the nasty attitude,the bringing a guy in the house a week after he left.". Sokka couldn't believe what he had just heard,his body was paralyzed. He felt like he could no longer function. When he had gotten together with Toph he knew it was real,she made him the happiest man on the planet,their comfort with each other was unparalleled. He had been gone longer and she too,why didn't she wait this time. He was no Kanto,he was Sokka,her long time friend,her colleague,her family. He immediately stopped the thoughts from going any further and consuming him. He believed in her and her love. After his bath,his distress had still not eased.

As much as he didn't want to involve Lin in this he had to. Reassuring and horrible thoughts kept gushing his mind,the thoughts had reached the brim of his mind. He went to Lin,she was in her room playing with some of the toys he had got from his home,her fascination with them lit up her face. She was the most adorable child he had ever seen and also the smartest,he took great pride in raising her.

Sokka taught her how to use some of the toys and after five matches of Pai-sho which he deliberately let her win,Lin was tired. Sokka sat next to her,he didn't want to involve her in this and get to know how insecure her father is being right now but he had no other choice. "Lin,has some man been coming home lately?." ,he asked. His tone was a semi-friendly one but it masked fear,a lot of it, nervousness and denial to believe anything other than no. "Yeah,there has been. He has been coming every week since you've left. He is amazing,he brings me these amazing gummies and-", before Lin could complete,Sokka got up and told her to go and play with some of her friends for a while,he had some work to do. Before Lin could stop him and cling to him,he stormed out of the room.

There was no servant in his sight or he would have beaten the truth out of them. His mind was now an utter mess ,"how could she?.We were so happy,we didn't give it the name of a marriage but we were one happy family. She couldn't. She wouldn't have. Maybe it was Aang,maybe he's in town. Maybe it's the servant who reads her notices and letters. It can't be, I trust her and her love for me." ,all these thoughts were enough for him to stop mid-way and rub his forehead that was still aching from the lack of sleep. He was angry at her,who was this man after all?. He was angry at himself,how can his trust in her be so fickle.

He entered his room,their room. And he saw her. Face turned the other side. She was in her armour but something seemed wierd. She wasn't standing in the attention position she had mastered,she looked fragile. He never thought a day would come when she looked…….weak. "Toph" his voice was full of emotions for a second his mind had forgotten all about this other man,his voice was soft, calming and on the verge of cracking. They both were always on duty,they spent months like these often,Toph would go off and Sokka would stay with Lin and vice versa. But every time they saw each other after their period of separation,they spent the whole night talking, hugging, being happy that they were safe, mocking each other and what not. These memories calmed Sokka down.

He heard a gasp,he could see that she had lifted one hand and probably put it at her mouth?,her face was facing the other side. "Wouldn't you turn around?" He asked her. It was obvious now,he was crying. He heard a muffled sob. "I'm sorry Sokka, I don't know what to do, I'm happy to see you, I am, I really am but I don't know how to say this to you",her voice was cracking after every five words. Sokka's heart sank,so there is another man,he thought. He took a step back,he felt devastated,angry, miserable, heart broken and it wasn't long before he would've started shouting at her,he couldn't handle it.

He did everything right,he loved her right,if she didn't want him home,she could have sent a letter. Hawkie was always here to deliver anyway. "Look me in the eye and say it,Toph.",his voice asserted dominance,she had only heard him talk like this on battle fields to the people who answer to him. But it was not only dominance,his voice sounded like he was repressing anger and pain,a lot of it. So he knew,she thought. She hated his reaction,as scared as she was,she didn't expect THIS.

"Oh, I'm sorry Sokka. It's all my fault,if it hurts you so much get out of here, I've done all this once and I'll do it a second time.",she turned around in fury. Sokka scoffed and was about to say something when he saw it.

Was it a baby bump?. He hadn't seen her in the nine months when she was pregnant with Lin but here she was, standing with one hand on her stomach and the other on her back. She continued in fury "do you know how it was like for me?. A week after you left I found out about THIS. But I thought it wouldn't be as hard for me because now you were here,you would look after our child,Sokka!!". She sat on the bed side and tried to continue screaming when Sokka came down at his knees and touched the baby bump. He kissed it,his touch was so gentle, she had missed it so much. Toph breathed sharply,the gesture came as a surprise to her. "What are you doing?" She said. "Why didn't you tell me Toph, I would've-" he was cut off by Toph,"come right away? That's why. I didn't want to put you in a situation where you had to choose between your duties and your family. Whether or not you would have liked this,you would've been effected by it. You were at war for crying out loud. I was so scared for you,so worried about you-". Sokka shut her up with a kiss that was filled with longing and love and an apology?. She thought. They both leaned in, losing themselves completely in this,cheeks wet from tears and eyes shut close. This moment lasted forever,they took moments off where Sokka stroked her hair and she kissed his hand.

They were then interrupted by a coughing sound and when they pulled away,Sokka saw a man at the door,he carried a small bag and had spectacles. "Sokka,this is my doctor. He makes sure of my health,my mom and dad send him in every 4-5 days because of their paranoia." Sokka kissed her nose and whispered "I'm sorry" in her ear. Before she could ask him for what,he bombarded the doctor with questions "is the child going to be healthy?. Is Toph fine?. Why is her bump still so small?. When is it going to kick?. Will it be a bender or a non bender,does it know that it doesn't matter?. Is it a boy or a girl?.". He spent hours getting filled up on her pregnancy months that he had not been a part of from the doctor, Toph just lay on the bed smiling and grinning. Occasionally saying things like "Meathead STOP,YOU ARE EMBARRASSING!!" and laughing at his replies that went like "then what are you?".

She adored him with all her heart,she finally was with the right man,this one would stick around,this one pushes her to be a better parent everyday,this one means the world to her. Her mind was at so much ease,sometime after the doctor left and Sokka had kissed her and hugged her and jumped around her in excitement and love and also explained what he had thought was going on and got scolded for it,Lin peeked through the door. She thought she was hiding properly but both Sokka and Toph knew she was here. "Lin!!!! Why didn't you tell me?!. You're getting a sister or a brother." Sokka exclaimed,"I'm sorry, I thought you already knew" Lin sounded overly apologetic. "No,no sweetie, it's fine,dad's here,come sit with us". He picked her up and placed her near Toph's belly.

There they were,three of them looking like a real family. No marriage,not even Sokka's biological child but he didn't care,Lin was hers and so was Toph. There was another baby coming and they were a perfect family. They spent the evening getting ready for a fancy dinner at Toph's favorite restaurant(cravings you know),Sokka kept obsessing about just how beautiful Toph was and she kept touching him whenever she could,brushing hands,nose rubs,hugs. Pregnancy had made her soft,she thought. No,it was Sokka,he always makes her this way and she loves it. As Sokka carried Lin on his shoulders,Toph brushed her hair with her hand. Sokka looked at her face with love and adoration, excitement for this new chapter of their lives and she knew he was looking. She even blushed a little. God,how Sokka loved making her blush. "Gonna stare at me all night meathead or are we ever gonna leave?." She smirked and they all went to have dinner. And so just an overly happy family at an overly expensive restaurant with an overly protective man who glared at every man who looked at his woman and kid who looked at his daughter enjoyed their meal in peace or their idea of peace.

[frogsandfries]

Feeling like a fucking failure right now

I'll get over it, ultimately, but I'm just so frustrated and annoyed right now.

My partner, the "unemployable" pessimist who will "never get a job again", got hired.

And I fucking failed my assessment. So I've been calling, ringing phones off the hook, and no one even knows I'm looking for work.

Because I fucking failed my assessment, but my job dashboard says I fucking passed.

It looks like my last-ditch hope is to ace a management assessment. Since my partner aced his, I asked him to do mine for me. He told me he will, if I do a new app for somewhere else. I don't want to, but it's probably fair.

I just feel like a failure. I know I only have like eight designs live between two shops and I don't have that many friends or even Instagram followers, let alone active accounts who see my posts. So I'm probably going to have to make my way by brute force, or basically by sheer number of offerings. And maybe nobody wants my work. Maybe no one actually likes my style. Maybe I should narrow down my offerings. Maybe no one likes my material. Maybe I haven't offered the material that's going to hook people. Maybe I'll just drown in my isolation, both online and in my real life.

If the management assessment trick doesn't work, it'll be three months until I'm eligible to retake the assessment....... If I apply to this other place, and they don't want me, my partner won't be making terrible money on his own. I just have my pride. I want to have my own money. I don't want to have to ask someone every time I want to make a purchase. I want to use my own money that's left over after meeting our obligations. I want to really feel like an equal. And asking for stuff or being given an allowance or whatever, even if that allowance is based on how many designs I've released or whatever goals I've met, it's not the same.

He'll be fine. My partner will jump through all the hoops, and they'll hire him on fully. He'll stick with this job as long as we need.

But I have my pride and I want my own money. I want to have some modicum of say and control.

It's infuriating to have a fucking computer tell you that you aren't good enough, when you've already spent extensive time doing the job. It's infuriating to have a person tell me, the computer has more say than I have. What ever happened to a time where I could have a person tell me, yeah you failed the assessment, but you're a smart person, you'll do good, you're reliable, whatever; I'm gonna give you the job anyway.

My partner is over here griping that he won't have time for this pie in the sky writing opportunity that he's hoping for........ And I get it. If roles were reversed, I'd be a little sad not to have all day to work on my work while he would continue to have all day. Until I get him his license and open up his job prospects.

When my ex quit his job and fed me a bullshit sob-story, I let him sit there, deluding myself that he was working on his writing. I have evidence and I'm proud to show off my progress. I will have evidence of my progress every day when my partner comes home from work. It's not like I'll be playing video games and making excuses. We all know I'm not like that. I want to succeed and the only way to succeed as an independent artist is to work, and hope someone else will do my networking for me, or that I can rely on my social network to give me a boost.

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Despite the fact that nobody went up against me and clarified along these lines, I read it on their countenances. How might anyone be able to in his correct faculties leave a well-paying obligation of a dangerous undertaking like beginning a distributing business in a dubious economy like nigeria was in the time [and still is today, did I hear you proclaim?]? What's more, when it ended up evident I didn't have anybody ordinarily the foundation that will bankroll the business, individuals who thought something wasn't right without anyone else were presently certain that I go round the twist. 

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The Sea Islanders can be taking measures to ensure that their way of life is continued. Saunders said in 1989 that, "there is loads of network concern and meeting up" (Saunders 226). This worry and mindfulness has started a cognizant exertion to support the Gullah social personality. Bligen says that, "we're binds to pass it on to the more youthful people so one of these can convey the old customs over. Our people instructed america. . . what's more, they might want for we (sic) to take it on through and they like we (sic) passing it on to the youthful age" (219). 

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Frequently going out for a stroll round battle areas a few people think what the mischievous heart of could do. It gives you a chance to do disclose to you what the demon may likewise utilize the core of kinsfolk to give. You can never envision the a larger amount savagery or brutishness in like manner permits welcome you as consider an unmistakable view related with war-torn region. Envision seeing crisp carcasses littering different spots. I have been welcomed by such a bloody sight of an executed body. When I saw the disconnected yet headless body lying together with corner in the street my stomach actually rose to my mouth. 

Frequently we see whom God is, not understanding His actual nature or His full quintessence that is His Glory. Observation isn't really reality. Because you see something in certain way doesn't mean it's Headhunters Nigeria extremely that . Your view of God will perceive how you compare with Him. To know this reality all the more plainly, lets analyze the story of the abilities by method for book of Mathew. The steward with one ability sees ( accepts as a component of his heart) that his lord is unforgiving, eager, and unjustifiable man (Math 25:24) However, the holy book doubtlessly expresses that the ace in this illustration establishes an and liberal Lord. see Mathew 25:14-18. 

African Presence already Carolina and Georgia Sea Headhunters In Nigeria Islands: Sea Island Plant roots. altered by Mary A. Twining and Keith E. Versifier, VII-XI. Trenton, New Jersey: African World Press, 1991. 

Gathering G is the group of onlookers of mortality. Either Portugal or Ivory Coast will head your home. My wager would be on Portugal slamming out. Having drawn 0 - 0 against the might of Cape Verde Islands two or three weeks back, it would seem that a plausibility that means the stuns of the competition. 

There are lots avenues for someone to sell a house. You can have it advertised from the newspaper or publications. Technique this, people who find themselves often for males hard copy of the publications will discover your private property profit. You can also advertise any signage. You can put in your residence For Sale sign make the contact number as actually. You can at least tell passersby how the property one more for trading. But the ultimate way opinion is the usage of the world-wide-web. 

Everyone would agree complete picture of the is power and it's foolish to let your guard down especially in a situation like a chat room where people routinely use anonymous screen names. For have an amusing feeling someone complain about or think someone is spying in order to it's probably true. 

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