#everyone needs to stop what they're doing and read this story ASAP.

[the-blind-assassin-12]

I'm late reblogging this and for that I am sorry but let me take this opportunity to IMPLORE anyone who hasn't read this story yet to hop on board (literally, this is a ship you DEFINITELY want to be on) because even though things are just getting started here, this story is already SO DAMN GOOD.

First of all, it has been my PLEASURE to get to read parts of this story before you posted it, and I am HONORED and DELIGHTED to be an Oberyn resource, even though you have such an excellent grasp on him and his speech patterns and what makes him tick yourself. This - like all of your carefully crafted stories - is one that is VERY worth telling, and I will happily repeat that every day until it's finished.

Secondly, I'm always blown away by the way you so effectively immerse us in whatever world/situation you're writing about. You slip into the GoT world so seamlessly with your descriptions and dialogue that it's easy to imagine that I'm Reader, living in a world and experiencing things that I've never seen or felt or heard but it all feels very real and tangible.

Waking up in this situation is an absolute nightmare. Surviving the shipwreck was terrifying on its own, but being the only survivor and not knowing if or when or how help is coming? Having to wait out death on the open water? That would be truly awful. I don't blame Reader for thinking about an exit strategy here, because sharks and sea monsters would definitely be preferable to the elements after a while. But I am very glad that it didn't come to that, and even MORE glad that my savior came in the form of a soaking wet Dornishman. I'll be thinking about him climbing into the boat with that wet shirt clinging to his muscles for the rest of my life, so THANK YOU for that image specifically.

Waking up in a comfortable bed with all her wounds tended to and feeling MUCH better than she did previously would be a very welcome way to wake up for Reader - getting to do all of that and then immediately see her handsome hero sitting there? Knowing how concerned he was about her? That's best case scenario. Well I guess best case she'd know her identity and all that, so we'll call it less than ideal but still VERY MUCH improved case scenario.

You know what else I'll be thinking about forever and a day? The palm to palm fingerlaced salve application method. That is so... AUGHHHHH GOSHHHHH IT'S SO HIM IT HURTS. (no it doesn't, because he's using the good stuff from Dorne so it actually feels heavenly) I just love how compassionate and caring you always write him. That is one of my favorite things about him as a character, and you always highlight that aspect of his personality so well and this is just one really excellent example of it.

I love that this story is part mystery on top of it being a high seas adventure. I love the way Reader is trying to piece together the clues she wakes up with - the coins in her boots, the little carved birds (I'm actually obsessed with those) the stamped metal symbol - to try to figure out who she is and where she was going. I love that this heroic captain is on her side. And yes, I would LOVE a tour of this ship. Let's fucking GO.

Rachael, this story already has me hooked like a tuna. The anchor has be dropped in my heart. The sails are - okay you get the idea. I love it a whole heck of a lot. Thank you for writing and sharing yet another wonderfully written story for us to get lost in.

Fool's Gold 1: Weight Like Waves

Pairing: Pirate Oberyn Martell x Female Reader (with a twist)

Rating: M for now - but that will change later.

Word Count: 5,024

Summary: Adrift on the water, you're forced to confront some difficult thoughts - and realizations. Help appears when you least expect it, but with that help comes many, many new questions.

Author's Note: I'm so glad that people liked the intro. I hope you continue to enjoy this story, and where it goes. As the chapters continue, you'll start to see the differences between this Oberyn and the show's version and just how much I've adjusted things.

Thank you to all for the feedback and the response. I'm so excited to post more of this. If you want to talk about this story (or any of my others) please feel free to pop into my inbox or DMs!

Many, many thanks to my go-to Oberyn source @the-blind-assassin-12 for reading through the entire draft of this story (so far!) for me and assuring me that it's a story worth telling - and that Oberyn's as he should be. I trust no one more than you when it comes to him.

Chapter title comes from "Salt" by Caligula's Horse.

Fool's Gold Masterlist

The sun rose for the third time, and as the light hit you, you groaned. 

There was little to protect you in the boat, and through it was only portions of your skin that were exposed, they hurt. 

You knew that you were suffering from exposure - both wind and sun, and that you had burns on your back from something - if the scorched material of your dress was anything to go by. You also knew that you’d hit your head, thanks to the lingering, throbbing pain and the crusted-over wound on the back of your skull. 

But you had no idea why you were alone on the sea. 

You remembered nothing concrete from before the moment you’d come to, a small pool of blood sticky beneath your head and your clothing mostly dry. There were flashes - flames and screaming, high stone walls and a tidy bedroom, along with a smiling, dark-haired woman and green eyed man - but nothing else. You didn’t know your name or how old you were, or where you came from. You didn’t know how you’d managed to find yourself adrift, or where you were. 

The contents of the bag at your waist only served to confuse you more, though the jeweled handle of the dagger inside was well made, leading you to believe that it was worth a great deal. It gave you something to trade when - and if - you ever reached shore. Through the waves of nausea and pain, you wondered if the mark on the bottom of it would help anyone recognize the smith that had crafted it, potentially pointing you in the right direction toward someone that knew who you were. 

You knew other things, though - and as you laid on your back and stared up at the cloudless blue sky, you repeated facts to yourself. You listed previous kings and queens, rattled off information about the different cities in the Seven Kingdoms and on Essos, and told yourself stories about who you might be and where you could have been from. 

It kept you occupied, and for the entire first day and night, it kept you from focusing on the pain and discomfort you felt. The second day was worse, and when you forced yourself upright for a few minutes at a time throughout the day, you were only able to focus on the sea and horizon briefly, using one hand to shield your eyes from the glare as you looked around for any sign of land. 

You figured the wound on your head was interfering with your memory, and hoped that with time, things would come back to you. If I have time. 

During the second night, you forced yourself to tear a portion from the back of your skirt so that you could cover your bare shoulders when the sun rose the next day. Even the lightweight cloth touching your skin made you hiss in pain, and despite the way you fought to keep your hands hidden in the folds of material, and as much of your face beneath the crude bench in the boat, it didn’t help when you passed out from the exhaustion and pain and didn’t wake even as the sun moved in the sky, heating you without anything to obstruct the light. 

On the third morning, you forced yourself upright again and swallowed, wincing at how dry your throat was and how much your cracked lips pulled, even with the small movement. A look down at your hands showed blisters and scrapes, and when you spread your fingers to investigate the spaces between them, you felt more pain there, too. 

Part of you wanted to stand and jump into the sea, letting the current carry you away from a prolonged death. It was likely that you wouldn’t survive that, either, because of how exhausted you were. But the boat - with no water or food, and nothing to protect you from the elements - semed more dangerous. 

“At sundown.” You sighed, wincing at the sound of your voice, the thin tone unrecognizable. “When the predators in the water are more active.” With another groan, you leaned back against the side of the boat and reached into your bag, pulling the wooden figures free and running your fingers over the surface, lingering on the broken beak of one of them. 

You wondered if someone had made and then given them to you. 

It gave you comfort to think that there was someone in your life that had cared for you enough to carve the birds so carefully. But the comfort turned to sadness as you realized that whoever they were, they weren’t with you. You figured that you’d been on a ship and that something had happened to it, but even that didn’t explain why or how you were alone, because the likelihood of you being the only person to make it into a boat seemed low. I hope you weren’t on the ship, friend. 

Blinking, you realized that you weren’t even able to cry properly. You ignored the pain as your fingers closed around the wood, curling your hand toward your chest. Lowering your chin, you sighed - only looking up at the sound of a distant bell ringing. I’m imagining things. 

You felt hope for the first time in days, but with the way that the rising sun was glinting off of the water, you couldn’t see the source of the bell. “It was just a trick of the mind.” Your voice cracked, the hope in your heart dashed. “There’s no one coming.” 

Admitting that hurt, but you reminded yourself that you only needed to make it through the day, and that gave you the strength to tuck the carvings away. While you focused on that, trying not to move your fingers too much, the sound of the bell came again … and that time it was closer. 

You shot to your feet, the movement sending a fresh wave of dizziness through you. Forcing yourself to stay upright, you turned in a slow circle, trying to balance your weight against the rocking of the waves … and then you saw it. 

It was a good distance away, but it was a ship, and when you squinted, raising your hand to shield your eyes, you saw that based on the look of the sails, it was headed in your direction. The hope flared in your chest again, and using the last of your strength, you lifted both arms and began waving them, ignoring the pain in your shoulders and back - as well as in your other aching joints. 

You collapsed a minute so so later, though you kept looking in the direction of the oncoming ship. When it rang the bell again, that time continuously, you allowed yourself a smile. They see me. They see me and they’re coming. 

You dozed in the time that it took the ship to sail closer, your body exhausted from the last motion you’d pulled from it. And when you finally opened your eyes all the way again, you saw that the ship was close enough that you could make out details - the sigil-less deep red sails, the gleaming hull, the carving of a giant, coiled serpent on the prow. Even your addled brain was able to put together the truth of what was coming for you. 

“Pirates.” Licking your lips, you moaned as you tasted salt and copper. You hoped that they’d be merciful, but knew that you couldn’t expect anything, and so when you heard a shout of man overboard, you didn’t open your eyes. 

It wasn’t until a few minutes later, when the boat you were in rocked violently that you pried them open, watching as a man came into view, inch by inch. 

You saw his hands first, fingers adorned with rings clinging to the side of your boat, followed by tanned forearms as he hoisted himself up. The top of his head was next, his dark hair plastered to his skull as he kept his chin down, grunting with the effort it took to climb into the boat without tipping it over. 

You stayed motionless as he tumbled in and then sat up, and could barely focus on anything but his body - the upper half of it encased in a button down shirt that was also molded to the shape of his torso, the collar of it lined in a dark, golden yellow. 

He breathed deeply and then turned his head up and toward the sky, giving himself a moment before he lowered his head and finally looked at you. You watched his eyes widen, the man taking in your appearance and parting his lips in shock as he assessed your condition. 

You were almost delirious with fatigue, but you still recognized that he was handsome - even waterlogged - and a small part of you was disappointed that you were making such a terrible first impression. Maybe a last impression. 

“Thank you.” You whispered the words, slumping over further against the side of the boat. “Thank you for finding me.” 

And then unconsciousness took you again. 

— 

The next time you woke, you were almost certain that you’d died and were in the next life. 

Everything was soft - from the pillow beneath your head to the sheets you laid upon to the clothing and light blanket that covered you. Your tongue moved to wet your lips and you tasted honey, the sensation forcing your eyes open all the way. 

You were met with hazy sunlight as it seeped through curtains, and when you turned to your side, you saw a pitcher of water and a cup sitting on the bedside table. Lifting one hand to reach for it, you winced at the pull of the skin covering your shoulders, and the illusion was broken. 

“You are awake.” The sound of an accented voice startled you. Despite your condition, you shot upward and into a sitting position, scanning the room for the source of the speech. You found it moments later, the man from the boat reclining against a cushioned chair in the far corner, his eyes on you. “That is good.”

He stood and moved toward where you sat, and though your first instinct was to shy away, you forced yourself to stay still, watching as he approached. He was wearing what looked like the same shirt he’d had on when you saw him for the first time - though since it was dry, you could see that it was a buttery, golden yellow in color, and that he preferred to leave some of the buttons undone. “Where am I? Who are you? A-”

“I am this ship’s captain, and you are in my bedroom.” He took a seat on the edge of your bed and reached for the pitcher, pouring water into the cup. “We brought you aboard yesterday. You slept and my healer tended to you. The crew quarters would not do for someone with the head wound you have, so I had you brought here, where it is quiet.” He held the cup out and you reached for it, but the man shook his head. “Let me. You’re still weak. You have not eaten.” 

It made you angry that you couldn’t do it for yourself, but you let him tip the cup to your lips, one of his brows arched as he watched you. You sipped from it, and before you’d had a chance to take too much, he pulled it away, murmuring that you needed to go slowly. “Thank you.” The water was cool and crisp, and you thought you tasted lemon, which surprised you. “And thank you for -”

“There will be time to say thank you later.” He held the cup up again, letting you take two longer swallows before he eased away. “Rest now.” Closing your eyes, you took a few deep breaths, thinking. Your head was clearer, though the pain still lingered, and when you lifted your hand to touch the wound, the man reached forward, his fingers closing gently around your wrist. “You won’t want to touch that.” 

“Why?” He was close when you opened your eyes, and you had to tilt your head back to meet his gaze. “What did -”

He didn’t let you go before he spoke, and he didn’t move away, either, giving you a small smile to go along with his words. “It was a deep cut. She cleaned it and stitched it, but it will be tender for a long while.” He held your gaze and you caught the sight of his tongue moving over his lips, yours unconsciously mirroring the action. “And you may call me Daavos.” 

Daavos? Alright. “Where are my clothes, Daavos? My bag? My boots?” The longer you were upright, the stronger you felt, your voice coming back. “What am I -”

“The healer and one of the other women onboard undressed and then redressed you after they tended to your wounds.” Women on a ship? He let you take the cup from him, releasing your wrist and then sitting up straight, both of his hands dropping to his thighs. Daavos gave you a chance to take another long drink before he said anything else, his eyes focused on the way you needed two hands to lift it to your lips. “You know my name and where you are … will you tell me yours? Where are you from?” 

“I…” You thought for a few seconds, eyes narrowed. “I don’t know. The first thing I remember is waking up and I was adrift. I don’t remember anything before that. I…” You trailed off and he refilled the cup, his chest rising and falling in deep, even breaths. “I don’t know anything about myself.” It stung to admit, and you understood that telling a stranger - a pirate - the truth likely put you in danger. But it doesn’t matter. I can’t run, where would I go? 

“The wound on your head must have done that.” He took a deep breath and held it. “It will come back. You just need time. Time and rest, and -”

“You sound Southern.” You bit your lip, ignoring the pain. “I’ve met men that talk like you before. I know … I know that.” He tilted his head to the side, eyeing you. “Where are we?”

“We are on the Narrow Sea, sailing south, and maybe a day’s journey from Dragonstone.” Your chest tightened at his words, but you ignored the feeling and nodded, your hold on the cup steady. “We’re sailing for Tyrosh, and that will take us a while.” The Stepstones. We’re heading for the Stepstones. “Let me see your hand.” You reacted to the command without hesitation, extending one of your hands toward his and watching as he took it gently between his own fingers, turning it over to get a closer look. “You have blisters.” He looked up, brow furrowed. “I’ll be right back.” 

He stood abruptly, letting go and then turning away from the bed after setting the pitcher back down on the table. You watched him leave, letting out a shaky breath. If he was a pirate, he was nothing like the ones you’d heard about, though you figured that his behavior might have been a ruse. But there was no reason for him to have put you in an actual bed, or to have taken the time to have someone clean and dress your wound if he intended to be cruel or do you harm. Unless he’s going to use me as a bargaining chip in Tyrosh.

You took a longer look around the room and saw your dress hanging from a hook on the wall, lips parting in a gasp at the sight. Your bag was with it, and when you craned your neck, you saw your boots on the ground, too. You were relieved that your things were there, but at the same time, confused, because it meant that someone had gone through them and then decided not to keep them from you. Strange behavior from a ship full of pirates. 

Moving the blanket away from yourself, you realized that you were in an oversized shirt. There were no buttons, but the front did cinch, giving you some modesty. It fell to mid thigh, and you were also wearing a loose pair of breeches, the knot tied tightly near your waist. 

He reappeared in the doorway a few minutes later, and you saw a small, round container in his hands. “Something for the burns.” He held it up. “If you will let me.” Dumbfounded, you nodded as Daavos sat back down and then set the container on top of the blanket, taking the lid off. “I spent time at The Citadel in Oldtown. I studied medicine, among other things.” He used one finger to scoop some of the contents from the jar and then held his other hand out to you. “This will ease the pain.” 

He worked methodically, coating the space between your fingers in the substance. You felt a cooling sensation as soon as it touched your skin, but Daavos didn’t stop there. He did the same with your other hand and then slowly eased his fingers between yours and bent them, the gentle pressure of his touch catching you off guard and ensuring that the salve reached everywhere. “Daavos, that feels…” You hummed when he pressed his palms to yours, finally looking away from your joined hands and back at his face. “What is it?”

“A secret.” He murmured the words, one side of his mouth lifting in a smirk. “It will not hurt you.” You believed him, and though the thought crossed your mind again that it was stupid for you to trust a stranger, you didn’t care. You were better off on his ship than in the boat - or in the sea - and so for as long as possible, you wouldn’t question your good fortune. Or refuse his help. “If you’re going to be on this ship, I’m going to need to call you something. Girl or woman won’t do.” His thumb moved slowly against your knuckle, and the man sighed deeply. “You will remember. But until then…”

“What if I don’t?” Your fingers curled, breath catching in your throat. “What if I can’t remember? Will you leave me in Tyrosh?” The thought of being on your own scared you, and for a few seconds, you wondered if anyone was looking for you - or if you’d actually lost anyone when whatever ship you were on had gone down.

“No.” He shook his head, tightening his grip on you. “I would not leave you there alone.” “Why? You don’t know me. You have no responsibility for my -”

“I saved you, and I am this ship’s captain, so yes. I am responsible for you until I know I do not need to be.” His smile widened and Daavos released your hands, using two fingers to scoop more of the substance out. “Lean closer.” 

You did, though you were unsure why you were so willing to do as he asked, but when he reached out and swiped his fingers carefully over one cheekbone and then the other, you gasped. 

“The blisters here are not as bad as the ones on your hands, but I’m sure they still hurt.” You nodded, closing your eyes at both the sensation of his touch and the way the medicine felt as it soaked into your skin. “There.” He hummed, and when you opened your eyes again he was sitting up straight and looking you over. “I’ll leave you now. Think about what you would like me to call you.” 

“Is there …” You took a breath, thinking. “Is there any way I could get something to eat? It’s been days.” He winced and then swore under his breath. 

“Of course. I’m sorry. I’ll have someone bring you something.” He stood then, picking up the container before he held it out to you. “Use this every few hours. It will help.” Nodding in agreement, you kept your eyes on him even after you closed your fingers around the jar. He said goodbye and headed for the door, but before he could leave, you stopped him, your voice stronger than it had been. 

“If I’m in your bed, where … where will you sleep?” 

“With the crew.” He leaned against the door frame, putting a hand on his hip and grinning. “Don’t worry about me. I will be fine.” He winked then, and before you could reply, Daavos was gone, the door closing behind him.��

You sat where you were for a few minutes, looking around the room and trying to decide what it said about the man. 

It was luxurious - the curtains were soft and gauzy, as was the bedding. The colors you were surrounded with were vibrant and rich - red and orange and yellow accented with gold. Wanting to get a closer look, you eased yourself out of bed and walked slowly across the room and to the window, pulling the curtain back. 

The water stretched out as far as you could see, small white-capped waves glimmering in the sunlight. It was beautiful, and when you closed your eyes, inhaling, you let your mind drift. 

The pain in your head was dull and manageable, and despite the sunburn on your hands and face, you felt better, thanks to the fact that your clothing had been changed and you weren’t exposed to the elements anymore. No new memories came back to you, and when you tried to force yourself to remember something, your thoughts turned to Daavos instead - and the memory of his kind smile and the way he’d touched you. 

That made you shiver, and even though you knew it was inappropriate, you couldn’t help it. He was handsome - his eyes bright and skin sun-kissed, the curls atop his head threaded with silver, as was his facial hair. He was a good swimmer and seemed strong, and if he was to believed, he was smart, too. The mention of The Citadel was proof of that, and for a few moments, you tried to imagine what could have made a man that studied there for even a short time resort to a life on the sea. 

Moving to where your clothing was, you bent over and picked up your boots, which were still damp. Tilting one toward you, you were surprised to hear the clinking of coins from within it. Dumping the right one out and into your hand, you gasped at the sight of four gold dragons and a few silver moons and stags. Your other boot was filled, too, with two more dragons and some copper stars. They cannot be pirates, this would be missing if they were. 

The dagger and the wood carving were still in your pouch, as were the other items that you’d found after waking up in the boat: a comb, two smooth, polished stones the color of bone, and a flat piece of metal stamped with a four pointed star that had a smaller one in the same style in the center. Could this be my house sigil? Rubbing your thumb over it, you frowned. 

Nothing came back to you, and with a snort of disgust, you stuffed everything back into the bag and turned toward the bed. Captain Daavos seemed certain that you’d remember things with more time and rest, and you wanted to believe that it was the truth. 

Lowering yourself onto the edge of the mattress, you set the bag down next to you and stared at your bare feet, still frowning. The rumbling of your stomach echoed through the room without warning, and you automatically moved to cover your belly with both hands, opening your mouth to apologize. But there’s no one to apologize to. Blinking, you relaxed and then lowered your hands, resting them on the blankets. 

You had no time to think through what that reaction might have meant because there was a knock on the door and a young man entered moments later, a small tray in his hands. “I brought you food.” Sniffing the air, you nearly groaned at the scent that followed him into the room, craning your neck to see what he carried as he got closer. “Captain says to eat it slow or you might get sick.” 

You mumbled a thank you and took the tray, setting it down on your lap. There was no spoon but you didn’t care, closing your eyes as you raised the bowl to your lips and took a small sip. You had no way of knowing if it was actually delicious or if you were just so hungry that anything would have tasted good. 

It didn’t matter. 

By the time it was gone, you felt much better, your stomach full and your entire body pleasantly warm. You were still dehydrated, though, and so you you drank another half cup of water before climbing back into the bed and curling yourself around one of the pillows. 

You didn’t want to fall back asleep because you felt like that was all you’d been doing for as long as you could remember, but you couldn’t help it. Only a few minutes later, you were sleeping deeply, your body resting for the first time in days. 

— 

You woke up later, gasping as you bolted upright in bed. The light was different, and you figured that it was nearing sunset, which meant that you’d slept for hours. Rubbing at your face, you stretched, rolling out your neck. You felt good, and with a tiny smile you stood up again, heading back for the window. 

It was a relief to feel that your body hurt less when you moved, which - to you - meant that you were improving. And that’s good. It’s really good. 

The sea was calmer than it had been, and as you watched the water you remembered a few seconds of the dream you’d been having - smoke in the air, the scent of scorched wood and the sound of something roaring. It made no sense to you, the fragments little more than flashes in your mind, and you hung your head in frustration and sighed, gripping the window’s ledge. 

There was another knock at the door and you spun to see who it was - but no one entered. That’s strange. The knock came again, and after clearing your throat, you finally spoke up. “Come in?” 

It didn’t surprise you to see Daavos’ face peering around the edge of the wood, his smile widening at the sight of you standing. “I just wanted to check on you. It’s good to see you out of bed.” He pushed the door open all the way and you saw that he was carrying a small stack of cloth over one arm. “I also thought you might want to put on something that fits you.” 

“I… yes. Thank you.” Stepping away from the window, you came to a stop in front of him. “That would be nice.” He set what he carried down on the bed and then gestured to the pile. 

“I collected a few things from some of the chests on board. They won’t be missed, but I had to guess at your sizes, so…” He tapped on his lips with one slender finger. “I’m sure not all of them will fit.” 

“I can always just put my dress back on.” You gestured at where it hung, frowning. “I know that’s the right size.” 

“It’s stiff with dried saltwater.” Daavos shook his head, not breaking eye contact. “It won’t be comfortable for you.” 

“But you’re wearing the same clothes you were in when I met you.” You gestured to his outfit, scoffing. “And you were in the water, too.” 

“Are they the same?” He stepped even closer, using one hand to touch the material at his chest. “Or is it possible that I have more than one of these shirts?” You had to laugh at that, the sound quiet and quick, but it was nice to hear it again. With some surprise, you realized that you were genuinely amused - your response wasn’t just for show. 

“I guess I just thought that on a ship like this, changing clothes often wouldn’t be necessary.” You shrugged, eyes on the V of skin visible at his chest before you looked up again. “I must be wrong.” His lips twitched but Daavos kept silent, waiting. “What should I do with the things I don’t wear?”

“I’ll wait for you in the hall.” He pointed, the smile back on his face.”When you’re dressed, come out. I’ll give you a tour, and I can send someone to take whatever you don’t choose.” That excited you, and you couldn’t agree fast enough. 

True to his word, he stepped out and into the hallway, closing the door behind him. It didn’t take you long to pick clothes. You settled on a pair of high waisted black pants that were made of a soft fabric and would tuck into your boots as well as a shirt similar in style to the one you’d woken up in, but in a different size. The sleeves were long and tapered near the wrists and it was light in color, unlike the dark blue of your dress. 

Stockings and your boots - which were almost completely dry - were the last two pieces you pulled on. When you stepped out into the hallway, you found Daavos leaning against one wall, arms crossed over his chest and his feet crossed at the ankle, head lolling to the side - and toward the bedroom door. Was he watching the whole time? “Are you ready?” 

“I am.” He pushed off of the wall and then turned to face you, extending one hand. 

You took it without hesitation, Daavos’ grip gentle as his fingers closed around yours and pulled you closer. There was no stopping your audible inhale, and unless you were mistaken, you saw his grin widen at the sound. But he said nothing about it, instead nodding once at you, his smile broadening. 

“Come. Let me show you my ship.” 

— 

[pendarling]

What Ruins Romance Between Characters

Also keep in mind I’m not a professional writer. This is just a list of things I think absolutely destroys chemistry

Lack of Communication & Proximity: It should be a no-brainer that the two characters in love would also want to be together as much as possible. However, for some authors, what they don't do is just that. Automatically, these characters become more like strangers than people that are dating/married/pining for each other. If you want to build romance start with them actually talking and putting them in situations that demand them to work as partners.

No Show of Physical or Verbal Affection: Another no-brainer. How're you going to want your reader to love them if they don't show it? Even enemies-to-lovers will always figure out a way to make a scene more tense and filled with desire as long as your characters are giving us hints that they want something more than just what they currently are.

One-Sided Pining: Do not have one character doing all the romantic gestures! Readers will think the receiver of the affection is undeserving of their partner. I can assure you, nobody wants to see only one person doing all the heavy-lifting in the relationship. It's boring, sad, and will likely make readers want that character to leave the relationship asap.

Wildly Different Perspectives/Nothing in Common: You're bound for writing a breakup if this is the situation of your characters throughout the entirety of the story. Unless they slowly come to understand one another and meet in the middle, this romance will fail.

Arguing More Than Loving: If your characters are constantly arguing with no intentions to stop it, they are no longer compatible for each other. You are writing a toxic couple that hate one another and forcing them together is unlikely to make the average reader want to continue any further. I've seen some writers do an excellent job of a couple arguing but always trying to be better for their significant other. If you want them to argue solely because this is enemies-to-lovers, some time soon they're going to want to stop being an asshole to the person they like.

Better Romance With Other Characters: If Character A is supposed to be with Character B, but Character C is becoming the ideal, then I'm afraid to tell you the romance will not work between A and B. To avoid this, make them communicate less, have less in common, spend less time together and give more attention to Character B. Take away the roles that make Character C more compatible and give it to B. This doesn't mean you should completely change C, it just means you need to do everything you can to put the focus back on B, and if that's too much then consider ending whatever B and A have.

Too Slow/Fast to Fall in Love: Characters that take 20 seasons and 3 movies to confess is insanely slow. We are starving for the romance that was promised in the story, eventually readers will stop reading because that is not being satisfied. Pacing is incredibly important and you need to take into account the behaviours Character A will have with Character B. Also, don't make them instantly fall in love, I feel everyone in the writers and readers community know this very well. That's not how people work, you actually have to try to know each other first.

Only Together for Sexual Gratification: I don't even have to do a lot of speaking for this. Unless the characters become part of each other's lives outside of the bedroom then the chemistry does not exist.

Lack of Trust/Keeping Secrets: There has to be someone that knows their partner more than anyone else. Keeping secrets will show the readers that Character A does not love their partner enough to trust them with important information. It's fine if they're keeping a few secrets maybe-- major ones-- to protect Character B, but constantly lying and being unwilling to share is the beginning of what we call "falling out of love." Even worse is if Character A went ahead and shared their deepest insecurities with Character C.

Priority is Not The Significant Other/No Sacrifices: All relationships have done something that must be done in order to make the relationship work. If Character A will not give up something that they know upsets their partner/crush then they are not ready to be with someone. In order to love someone you must devote time and have interest in them. If your character chose some external desire over Character B, then this will not work. Their greatest desire should be Character B.

Unrealistic Standards & Expectations: We can't have characters choosing each other for surface-level wants to be satisfied. Readers will end up seeing characters changing their entire personality for their partner and their entire body to fit an image they were not made for. If your readers know Character B very well and it's that Character B would never turn away a friend for example, and suddenly they cut ties with all their friends because Character A doesn't like them, then I'm sorry but this is toxic. You can't change someone's characteristics in the middle of the story to help Character A.

No Conflict: What relationship is truly perfect? There will be arguments and setbacks that need to be explored. This is a fun way at having a deeper level of understanding on why your characters are having a conflict of interest. It's quite stale when everything is happy-go-lucky with no issues, you don't need to make them breakup or anything just a simple disagreement can show a ton for readers on the complexities of Character A and B as people who operate differently together.

Underdeveloped Character with No Goals: Some shows I've watched put time and effort in flushing out one character and completely forget about their life-long partner. Uhm, hello? What's going on?? If you write Character A with their entire lore and family tree or whatnot and then-- oh side note, they also really love Character B-- excuse me, who's Character B? Give us some sign that Character B is capable of thoughts and has dreams of their own. Do not make it revolve around Character A either.

Couple Do Not Interact with Anyone Aside From Each Other/No World Building: Similar to the point above, if these characters only know and see each other, you will lose readers. We are sick and tired of stories where the overarching story has been reduced to two people. If the story is about them, then introduce us to their lives outside of their partner. Can they operate as a functioning creature with thoughts without their partner? Do they have friends and family? Do they go to work and school? Are there fears they have? There's tons of material to choose from, pick anything.

Too Much Interference: Although it's fun to watch two characters do anything to get closer to each other it can become annoying when there's simply way too many characters and situations that separate them. We want all that hard work to be rewarded to Character A when they finally get what they want, Character B. Even a little bit of talking alone, being alone, finally away from the chaotic world is more than enough. Let your characters be alone.

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[love-belle]

this is what it feels like !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which she writes a song about her friendship and everyone loves that.

or

for when you find your platonic soulmate. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - so sorry for not posting in the last few days, i've been working on my files and all so yeah!!! anyways, i hope you like it. thank you so much for reading, i love you.

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tagged francisca.cgomes

8,627 comments

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tagged yourusername

8,527 comments

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tagged charles_leclerc

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[helenakwayne]

What do Comms Director Sharma and Viscount Biscuits think about it COMING HOME on Sunday? (Also, loving the new story)

Is this the same anon from last time? 'Cause if not: "Hi anon. Thanks for reading." And if if yes: "Hi anon. Love your footy questions." Ok, so, here's the deal:

Not-yet-Comms-Director Kate has had one busy summer so far. Apple has been very aggressive about her coming over to America and helping with the MLS coverage. They want to sign her. She has the knowledge, the voice, the image, and the charisma to pull in the views. They keep talking about Giroud on one coast and Messi in the other, and if England had been knocked out earlier in the Euro, they would have flown her over for some Copa America and MLS matches for her to get the feel of it. But she's not at all into it. She has been watching the coverage. They need better producers or camera people in general because the shots are appalling. And the matches in the US league are just not exciting. While the money would be good, she's far more interested in taking the offer from AFC Richmond. They just signed Eddie for the women's team, and it's her dream job at her dream club. And if it all goes wrong, she can always revisit Apple's offer next summer. But right now, she's a bit sleep deprived in Germany because the Lions (there's a debate about whether they're still the Young Lions after four years) made it to the final on Sunday, and she's been doing pitch-side coverage on all of their matches, and she keeps staying up to watch the Copa America matches because it might be Messi's and DiMaria's last tournament. Besides, she still doesn't understand why everyone makes such a big deal about that Uruguayan forward from Liverpool. The guy misses most of his chances. Anthony, Viscount Bridgerton, will be watching the final at Aubrey Hall. They have been working to acquire a small percentage of AFC Richmond this summer after Rebecca released 49% of the shares to the public. They don't want to make a huge investment, but they want it to be substantial enough for it to be more than symbolic. The club meant a lot to their father, and it means a lot to the Bridgerton siblings, and being able to be part of the club is an opportunity they just can't miss. Stupid Simon keeps telling him not to think of his children when he talks about generations of Bridgertons being linked to the club through the investment. His children will chant at Craven Cottage. Anthony keeps asking Daphne to tell her husband to shut up.

On a more personal note, I like Spain on Sunday. Lamine Yamal is my boy, and Barca should sign Nico ASAP.

Thanks for stopping by.

[chirpsythismorning]

Thoughts on this?

I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but 2024 is even a little optimistic in terms of a release for Stranger Things 5.

I know right now there's been this assumed expectation that it will release in 2024, and that's definitely still possible! But from what we've seen, no one from the production, neither the Duffers, the cast, nor Netflix themselves have said 2024 will be the year s5 releases, definitively. (If I remember correctly, when asked in an interview about s5 coming out in 2024, Noah dodged the question and said that they want it to be really good and are going to try to get it out as soon as they can... if anything he was trying to hint here that fans should be prepared that it might not be 2024, but that's okay bc that means that quality is being considered over a speedy release).

Again there have been talks about it, and I'm sure that's what they're shooting for. But they don't seem to be making any official statements about 2024 being a for sure thing. Because I mean, how could it be?

Covid did a really big number on the industry, especially production for ST4. Not only that but workers are starting to unionize and fight back against long hours, shitty wages and unsafe working conditions.

And so there's this unknown looming. Could the global pandemic reach a point that causes the industry to come to a halt again? Could there be a strike that stops productions from filming, including ST5? There's just a lot of unforeseen factors to keep in mind.

Our perception of how fast shows should be cranking out between seasons, are from a rose-tinted lens and honestly a little bit naive. We're not taking into account that those same expectations we have are based on an industry that has thrived off of malpractice for decades.

So, would I be mad if ST5 came out in 2025? No.

Also important to note that this is the end. I know that a lot of fans are impatient and just want the final season ASAP, but even so, when we do get it, it's over after that. There's nothing else to look forward to for fans when it comes to these characters. Arguably, hiatus will be the time we'll look back on and miss most when this is all over. So enjoy theorizing and analyzing during the wait while you still can!

And again, let's keep in mind, a sooner release means they might have to rush and make quick decisions that impact the story negatively, with them settling for results that could have been better had they had more time. Whereas a later release, or at least later than we may have hoped, will probably mean they got the essential time they needed and therefore a lot better quality for the final cut.

David Harbour said late last year that filming will start in the summer. Noah just mentioned a few times recently that he starts filming in May. But it was also mentioned in an interview promoting WYFSTW with Finn that filming would be starting in March.

Who knows for sure right now, it'll probably require us getting closer to the start to know. But the good news is once filming starts, they'll tell us! However, this does bring up an important aspect of all of this that fans also don't seem to take into consideration, which is scheduling.

The main cast are all hot commodities now, with most of them having multiple productions to film in one single year. And so, imagine trying to get about a dozen A-B listers schedule's to overlap? It's not easy.

Though from what I've read, David is dealing with schedule issues because he's filming another movie at the same time as s5. And Noah specifically mentioned school being a factor when he brought up filming starting in May for him. And so it's possible overall production for s5 could be starting sooner than we think, with some main cast-members starting earlier/later than others.

I think the main good news (everyone cheer) is that we have no new characters for s5. And so I think that will allow filming to take a little less time. S1 was a lot smaller scale in terms of the characters focused on, with production going from September 2015 to early 2016 and with a release in July that same year. But s1 was also very very small scale in comparison to what s5 will be. While filming for s5 will definitely be shorter than s4 in terms of over overall running time, it'll still be longer and just in general bigger than s1.

I'm gonna take an educated guess and say at least 9 months for filming s5, but it's possible they could run up to a year because of scheduling issues, unexpected delays, unforseen events, with some cast-members potentially working earlier/later than the majority of the production. Best case scenario, filming could be done by December 2023, and that's taking into account filming may indeed not start fully until May 2023. This would give them roughly 8-10 months of filming.

And that's not even including post-production for VFX, which is likely going to take upwards of 6 months at least, because the upside down is expected to be a main setting for the story in s5, meaning a lot more time spent working on visual effects despite filming already being complete. Then there's editing and all that good stuff. And don't even get me started on marketing (they're watching us rn taking notes for ST5 social media promo... Smile and wave boys!)

Again, I do think 2024 is possible, though it would have to be later in 2024. Summer 2024 is still a little too optimistic, but I wont rule it out bc they love summer releases.

March 22nd on the other hand, is very much pushing it, as they'd only be like 2 months into VFX at that point.

Though, I could see the vision of this, assuming it released in 2025 (lands on a Saturday that year, but still according to new theories March 21st is potentially an important date related to Henry/Vecna and it's the day s4 started the story off, so that's possible!)

March 21st 2025 would be my ideal date if they had to push it further out to a 2025 release. And that is a big possibility, which is why I think they're not out here comfortably sticking to a year right now.

It's also likely that when we find out the official year of release, we'll get a poster potentially or some kind of short teaser hyping up the final season.

ST5 2025 is kind of iconic. But I guess we'll just have to see!

Even though I don't think March 22nd 2024 is possible, it would be cool to get some major news on that day, like an exact release date for the final season maybe? That would be birthdaygate proof in and of itself.

[merklins]

i suck at listening to podcasts, but whats Hello From The Hallowoods? youve piqued my interest

HELLO FROM THE HALLOWOODS!! Oh man where do I even start with this one? There is SO MUCH TO IT...

So you know how a lot of series have a big catastrophic event, the kind that screws up the world and then your main characters get to go through all kinds of strange and unusual to get things back to normal? Right, so this podcast is that. That big catastrophic event. EXCEPT! It didn't get fixed. Our guys all exist as they do now as a result of that event AND IT'S ALL WELL AND COOL! "Yeah so what? The forests get weirder every day and so do I. Anyway I'm [], here are my pronouns, I gotta go now or else the library is going to smite me for these overdue books."

So you have ALL KINDS OF CHARACTERS! Skeletons. Werewolves from space. Old men who are lamenting the days when grounds keeping didn't involve magical bogs and musical ghosts. There's a genderfluid witch who controls the weather! There's business demons, frog people, a ghost dog named dogsmell (it smells like dog), a mushroom person with a walking museum, AND SO MANY MORE!

Story.. I really don't think I could do the story justice for you, but I'll see if someone else has made a good summary of it already! (Note after I finished typing this all: SOMEONE DID! It'll be the reblog right after this post.)

I'm trying to keep this as spoiler-free as possible, but I NEED to tell you about Lady Ethel Mallory. She's the one with the heart glasses I kept reblogging stuff about! I think you'd like her a lot. Basically, in the midst of this fucked up North America you have A SINGLE CORPORATION who's still hanging around trying to profit off of AN ENTIRE APOCALYPSE. How? Dreams! They deal in dreams. Nearly every character in the Hallowoods (fucked up North America) agrees that Botco (the corporation) is a bad bad thing and something they should never ever touch, but then Lady Ethel Mallory finds the most obnoxious moment in your dreams (in-podcast this story is being presented to you by a god-thing while you sleep) to tell you all about JUST HOW GOOD THIS PRODUCT IS. Except it's so hilarious because god-thing Nikignik (our podcast host) shuts down her advertisement ASAP and totally roasts her on live air, which she gets SO VERY PISSED ABOUT that she comes right back in the next episode to make a broadcast to every single person sleeping in North America about it. Every. Single. Person. Sleeping in North America has to hear Lady Ethel Mallory pettily respond to dream-hate-mail from a god-thing. It's great it's sooo funny, and even after she finds out that he might be a god-thing SHE DOESN'T STOP! SHE KEEPS INSULTING AND THREATENING THIS DUDE IN EVERYONE'S DREAMS. I love her so much, and every time I go through her tag I giggle because half of the content there is people talking about how much they hate her for snarking at Nikignik again while they're trying to listen to their favorite queer characters confess their love for eachother.

(NOTE AFTER I FINISHED THIS: I found an even better summary/pitch to listen to it! I'm reblogging it right after this is posted so you can read a really good review of the podcast. And? IT'S SPOILER-FREE!)

[elodieunderglass]

the first chapter of Moby Dick rewritten in tiresome modern idiom

CHAPTER 1. Loomings.

Call me Ishmael. Some years ago - it's none of your business how many - being mostly broke, and bored with the land part of the world, I thought I would sail around a little and look at the watery part of the world. I'm probably the most mentally healthy person you know. Whenever I feel my face getting grim; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself accidentally reading the ads in the window of funeral homes, and following funeral processions through traffic; and especially when I'm hangry, and only my extremely strong moral principles stop me from deliberately going out in public and methodically slapping people's earbuds out - then I know it's high time to get to sea, ASAP. This is my substitute for getting in fights. I'm too mentally healthy to kill myself; I quietly and considerately put myself on a ship and sail myself away instead. There is nothing surprising in this. Everyone feels exactly the same way, and if they don't, they're lying.

You think I'm lying? Exhibit A: a city. Go to your local coastal city. Everyone is looking at the water. They drive over from other neighborhoods just to come to the water. They make a day of it. They're not doing anything, they're just staring at the ocean. Why? Is it because they all work office jobs? No! Here come more of them! They cram themselves up to the edge of the water and stare at it. WHAT DO THEY WANT? WHAT ARE THEY LOOKING AT. Perhaps the ships themselves all packed together, each one with several compasses on it, creates some kind of critical mass - all of the small compass-magnets on all the ships in the harbor combining into one really big magnetic field - and the people get sucked into the field and trapped there. That's science.

Exhibit 2: the countryside with lakes in it. Every path you follow in the countryside brings you to some water, such as a stream. There is magic in it. If you take your standard fool with ADHD dissociating in the middle of a supermarket and put them outside and give them a shove, they'll automatically lead you to water (if there is any nearby) (try it). Another good experiment to try is to get lost in the great American desert in a caravan supplied with a metaphysical professor! Try it in the great American desert at home!

Yes, as everyone knows, meditation and water are a match made in heaven. Married forever. That's science.

Here's an artist who wants to paint you the dreamiest, most enchanting landscape. What does he put in it? Trees, meadow, cows, a cottage with smoke coming from the chimney, obviously. He will probably put a path in it and make lots of triangular mountains in rows and have them be different shades of blue (naturally.) But there's gotta be a stream in it. Go visit the prairies in June, and wade for forty miles through knee-deep through tiger lilies. What's missing from this picture? Water!

If Niagara Falls was made of sand instead of water, would you travel your thousand miles to see it? Why would a guy given a handful of cash have trouble deciding whether to buy a coat (which he needed) or go to the beach? Why are all the best, healthiest, sexiest and most mentally healthy people obsessed with the sea? (You get me.) When you were first on a boat, did you not succumb to VIBES? Consider ancient Persia. Consider ancient Greece. They understood about vibes, and also gods.

SURELY ALL OF THIS IS NOT WITHOUT MEANING.

And still deeper the meaning of that story of Narcissus, who because he could not grasp the tormenting, mild image he saw in the fountain, plunged into it and was drowned. But that same image, we ourselves see in all rivers and oceans. It is the image of the ungraspable phantom of life; and this is the key to it all! You get me! You understand it now.

Now, when I say that I am in the habit of going to sea whenever I get weird, don't you dare imply that I buy a ticket and get on a boat. I have never had money in my life. How dare you. Anyway I don't go as a passenger - that's bougie, and something boring people do. Passengers never have a good time. And although my C.V. is incredible - I go to sea SO MUCH, you guys, I have lots of experience - I don't go as a boss, or a cook. That sounds like far too much work. Hard work. Disgusting, respectable, bougie, and far too responsible. I can literally only look after myself. Do not ask me to look after ships or shit. In fact, I have only a vague idea of what a ship is. There's so many different kinds of ships - don't get me started and DO NOT GET INVOLVED. Also, I'm allergic to glory.

It's kind of attractive to go as a cook. I mean, I'm allergic to glory and there's some glory attached to the position of the ship's cook, but, like, you're not management-track and so it's still credible. But I don't really want to cook (say) roast chicken. I really fucking love to eat roast chicken. I'm one of the best at doing it actually. I really appreciate when people go out of their way to butter, season, baste and roast a chicken for me. Picture a roast chicken and I am Looking Respectfully at it. Maybe something more, maybe I'm worshipping it. Don't make this weird. If you want to get weird about my relationship with roasted chicken, why aren't you getting weird about the ancient Egyptians? They ate roasted hippos (look it up) and the pyramids were basically pizza ovens. So it's pretty hypocritical to think that I'm being weird about roasted chicken when I've never made mummies out of chickens or built a religious pizza oven dedicated to honoring them: check and mate, haters.

Anyway - I like to go to sea as a manual laborer. A simple sailor. Salt of the earth… er… sea. Yeah, true: as a job it sucks. They make you jump around, order you around, treat you like shit. They expect you to jump around the boat like a grasshopper. And yes, at first, this sucks. It's degrading, especially if you come from a middle-class family. Worse, it's awful if you've already had some kind of professional job before signing on to be the dirt on the boss's boots - like, if you went to college and worked as a teacher and actually got kids to pay attention to you, really feeling this connection to work/teaching/identity or some shit, and now you are just literally the scum on this captain's boots, in the lowest possible job in the world. It hurts! It hurts your dignity. But the hurt, and also the dignity, both wear off in time.

So what if some old bastard sea captain orders me - ME! - to get a broom and sweep down the decks? What does that indignity amount to, compared to the shit in the Bible, compared to the shit in the news, compared to the shit everyone else has to take. Do you think the archangel Gabriel thinks anything the less of me, because I promptly and respectfully obey that old hunks in that particular instance? Who ain’t a slave? Tell me that. We're all just serfs under capitalism, right, so why not just be honest about it: I prefer the honesty. Anyway, however the old sea captains may order me about - slapping and punching of course - I have the satisfaction of knowing that it's the same experience everyone else on Earth has, but more honest. Everyone else in the world is being served the exact same way. Either in a physical or a metaphysical way - sometimes people get the shit beaten out of them in person, sometimes online, sometimes emotionally, it happens to you in EVERY JOB, you sign on to get pushed around and slapped in the teeth: so the point is that when you're a sailor, it's a clean and honest slap. All the workers of the world share the same universal slap to the face that gets passed round, one slap passed all 'round the chain, like paying it forward, but it's a slap; and we should all accept this Universal Slap as the price of living, and then offer each other healing back massages, brother to brother, and slap each other and then kissed the places we slapped, and be happy.

I could examine that but I'm not going to.

Anyway: I always go to sea as a sailor. I've said that already. You're welcome. BUT THE POINT IS, they pay you. If you're a passenger, they don't pay you, at least, not that I've ever heard of [citation needed] (do they pay passengers?? Is there a job I can get where I can be a passenger and get paid?? Look this up.) Yeah so passengers have to pay. And there is all the difference in the world between paying and being paid. The act of paying is perhaps the most uncomfortable infliction that the two orchard thieves entailed upon us. (That's Adam and Eve. You get it.) But BEING PAID. GETTING PAID IS THE BEST. NOTHING COMPARES TO GETTING PAID. EVERYONE LOVES THAT SHIT. Which is surprising, since we also apparently believe that money is the root of all evil, and isn't there something in the bible about "no rich people can get into heaven," right? And yet it's universal, literally everyone loves payday. Ah! How cheerfully we send ourselves to hell.

Finally, I always go to sea as a sailor (I've said this already) because it's FRESH AIR AND EXERCISE. Okay so think about ships. Normally, bosses stand on the "bridge" thing, and because we're sailing a boat, the nose is going into the wind and the butt part of the boat is at the back. That's how wind works. But if you think about it, winds usually go in one direction more than other directions (unless the men have been eating beans and farting: it's Pythagoras, look it up) SO if you're a boss standing on the boss-deck, the wind is blowing FROM the sailors TOWARDS you, and YOU ARE ACTUALLY BREATHING THE AIR THAT SAILORS ALREADY BREATHED. The boss THINKS he breathes it first, but he doesn't. He gets the air at the BACK of the boat and sailors get the air at the FRONT. So it's better to be at the front of the boat (sailor) for health reasons. This is a metaphor for life and work, etc.

But I have smelled the sea lots of times as a paid sailor and WHY I should decide to go on a whaling expedition - ok so you know how there's an invisible police officer of the Fates who has me under constant surveillance, who secretly dogs me, and influences me in some unaccountable way? YOU get me. You know him. "The poor FBI agent tasked with reading my search engine history" YOU GET ME. Anyway, "Ishmael, why, after having a perfectly well-reasoned, and very smart of you, part-time job as a spontaneous random sailor, did you decide to escalate that to joining a WHALING EXPEDITION, which is worse in every way?" Well, ask my fucking secret FBI agent, he can answer better than anyone else. Including me. You get me. Also, obviously, this was predestined, part of the Universe's Grand Programme for its talent show, which was all scheduled way before our time. The concept of sending me on the whaling voyage comes in as a kind of interlude or solo between the main performances of the Universe's great talent show. I bet it was advertised llike,

"PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION OF THE UNITED STATES EMBROILED IN ONGOING LEGAL DISPUTE.

Whaling voyage by some guy called Ishmael.

BLOODY BATTLE IN AFGHANISTAN."

Like a commercial break in between the big acts. A filler episode. Lightens the load for everyone else. Though I can't explain why the stage managers - the Fates - chose such a shitty role for me, a WHALING VOYAGE of all things, when it feels like others were given magnificent parts in high tragedies, and short and easy parts in genteel comedies, and jolly parts in farces - it seems a little unreasonable at first. Why doth Ishmael get shat upon, etc. But then I think about all the circumstances, the plot points and motivations that were cunningly presented to me under various disguises - FBI agents, bouts of random hanger, gay awakenings, you get me - and you can see that actually, I was set up. And worse, between them all, these Fates and Circumstances conspired to make me believe it was all my own choice and good judgment. Is Free Will an illusion? Are my decisions bad? We will NEVER know because I, Ishmael, am just a little guy that the Universe plays head games with.

One of the ways the Universe tricked me into starring in this performance and then mocking me for it was the overwhelming idea of the great whale himself (whaling expeditions usually contain whales.) Such a portentous and mysterious monster roused all my curiosity. Then of course, if you have a whale, you have the wild and distant seas where the whale rolls around with his body-the-size-of-an-island; the dangers and nameless perils of the whale; whales are also found in interesting places I haven't seen; this all tipped me over the edge. Maybe normal people could've resisted, but I am tormented with an everlasting itch for obscurity. I hate everyone else's oceans. I want the forbidden seas.

You know The Horrors? Of course you do. You might be surprised that I, the most mentally healthy person you've ever met, a person who is self-aware enough to go to sea when they're at their fucking limits, a guy who likes fresh air and manual labor and normal things, is familiar with The Horrors. Well, you'd be surprised. I know what's good, I'm an extrovert. But I'm still quick to perceive The Horrors. And how I deal with the horrors is a very extroverted thing: I'm social with them, if they'll let me. It's smart to be on good terms with The Horrors. You should always be on good terms with your permanent neighbors. That's how extroverts deal with The Horrors, and I recommend it.

I think that's enough explanation for why I welcomed the whaling voyage. The great flood-gates of the wonder-world swung open, and in the wild figments of imagination that pushed me into doing it, the whales came marching two by two, hurrah, hurrah. They marched into my innermost soul in endless processions and occupied it, you see, I was quite helpless under this occupation - I consented to the haunting and the whales marched in to haunt me - and amidst them all was one grand shrouded white phantom, like a snowy mountain in the air.

You get it.

You know how it is, with whales.

(read the actual first chapter of Moby Dick here: https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2701/2701-h/2701-h.htm)

[maddie-van-fleet]

Love Through The Lens

--------------------------------November 29-------------------------------

**Edited by @pictures-of-time **

Multiple part series// this will contain graphic scenes, so it is 18+, MINORS DNI.

I did make a playlist for this series, feel free to listen along while you read :) i hope y'all enjoy it!! I, also, will be linking the master list to every chapter, once I get it made! The first few chapters are really short but i promise they will be longer from this point! I just needed the backstory laid out first.

note: this is my first full series story, so i do apologize if it isn't the best! I have pre written a few chapters so that i am able to post the first couple chapters, since they're short! I will get more drafted up over the next few days, so i can post asap! Please let me know what you think, as i am always trying to improve.

Summary: It was always your dream to be a concert photographer, and you had finally landed yourself a reputable status as a freelancer. Life, though, takes a turn when you land a job for Greta. The plan was to do the job, in and out, nothing more, but things get quite complicated when you start to develop feelings for a certain guitarist.

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Chapter 1

You had known the boys since you were children. Your days in elementary school were spent playing games in the woods, having play dates at the Kiszka's house and riding the bus to school together. They had provided a sense of comfort to you, and through the years you had only grown closer. Throughout middle and high school, you spent more and more time together, evenings filling up with late night band practices, and for you, late night studying. There were few moments where you stayed away from them, and it truly felt like family, but as graduation day was approaching things took a turn. You had known the band meant a lot to them but you were never really sure if they were going to actually pursue it. Your parents had always been strict on finding a reliable career, and deep down you began to feel jealous of the boys for being able to follow their dreams.

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"So...you're actually going to do this...band..thing?" you asked Jake while walking back to their house after a day out shopping. 

"I mean yeah, why wouldn't we?" he asked, looking at you confused. 

"Well..don't you think it's just...unrealistic?" You let out with a deep sigh. But as soon as it’s said you regret it as Jake’s face drops and he steps a bit further away from you.

"Unrealistic? What do you mean? We’ve worked really hard.” 

At  his tone you look down at the ground, focusing on your feet as you walk, "W-well i just think… Are you actually gonna be able to sustain that? Like shouldn't you have a backup plan?"

Your tone starts to sound accusatory, not meaning it to be. Jake let out a scoff, "Really y/n? So what, you've just been pitying us? Did you ever even really like our music?", he asks, sounding angry. 

"I do, I just think it's important to have a plan for if it doesn't happen. You know, going outside of Michigan is a whole other story. They won't be as forgiving.” 

The next words he said caused the beginning of the end. "Woooow y/n. Okay. Just because your parents want you to get a boring job and work a 9-5 doesn't mean I have to. Not everyone wants to be a goody two shoes. Maybe you need to rethink your plan before you come after mine.”  

Again that jealousy kicked in. You looked back to him as the words left his mouth. You stopped walking and felt your face heat up as the anger flowed through your veins. He stopped as well, crossing his arms and gave you a glare. 

"Well I’m sorry, ASSHOLE, for trying to be logical with my life.  Not everyone gets the luxury of goofing off just hoping something happens. Some of us have to actually WORK for our success.”

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That. That was the last time you had seen or talked to Jake, or any of the boys. Afterwards they would avoid you, and while it broke your heart, your pride was too big to ever say sorry. So graduation came and the boys left almost instantly off to wherever the band had taken them. And you…well, you had moved to Nashville, hoping that you could get into your dream school and start your career without a single thought of the past. Ready to move on and make something of yourself.

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Ocean Eyes - Part 13

A/N - OMG finally an update!!! I'm so sorry it has taken me so long but writers block is a bitch! Thank you all for sticking with me and being so patient 💕💕💕 Please like/comment/reblog.

"CHRIS EVANS HAS A SECRET FAMILY!"

Shit, shit. Shit! Oh my fuck this can't be happening!! I thought to myself as i clicked on the link Hannah had sent me, the page loaded showing photo's of Chris and I kissing, photo's of Chris and Mason...... my heart was racing and i could feel the panic setting in.

"Fucking Brian!" I mumbled, this was taken the day i saw his car outfront! I got up and made my way to Chris' office, i needed to let him know about this ASAP incase he was suddenly blind sided with a question while doing his interview.

As soon as i appeared in the doorway Chris looked up and gave me a little smile that soon fell when he saw the tears in my eyes.

"Im so sorry but can you just excuse me for two seconds..... i'll be right back" Chris said leaving Scott talking to Jimmy Fallon.

"Whats wrong?....." he asked quietly pulling the door closed behind him.

"Im so sorry Chris....." i shook my head.

"Why? Whats happened?...."

I passed him my phone showing him the headline and photo's "Everyone knows, I'm so sorry! This is all my fault...." i started to cry, this isn't how i wanted everyone to find out... we weren't ready for everyone to know yet!!

"Hey stop! This isn't your fault sweetheart!" Chris wrapped his arms around me "come on don't cry, i hate it when you cry".

"Im so mad Chris!...they have no right posting photo's of Mason!"

"Let me just go finish up this interview, i'll be two minutes" he kissed me before rushing back to finish up with Jimmy.

After Chris had finished up his interview he was calling his publicist Megan, he already had missed calls from her so she had obviously heard what was going on. An hour later she was sat on the sofa across from us listening to the whole story.

"I want those photo's of my son taken down now! They can't post photo's of my 6 year old for everyone to see!" Chris was yelling as he paced the room.

"I've already put in a call and told them to take it down, but you know its gonna be out there now....you can't hide from this Chris"

"I know but.... fuck! We didn't want Mason in the public eye..... he's just a kid!"

"I get it, they should have at least blurred his face in the shots, most tabloids do nowadays unless the parents give consent but this particular tabloid that published the story, they're not one of the big names so they're more interested in their 5 minutes of fame with this exclusive"

"Brian did this. He did it to hurt me, its not even about the money! He could've sold the story to one of the big tabloids and got a payout..." i shook my head "the guy is crazy! I wasn't even dating him!"

"We're gonna try and do something about him too, leave it with me" Megan gave me a small smile while writing something in her notebook "So, you should probably post something on your socials.... clear up the gossip. Usually id say don't react to this but we need to do some damage control because right now, i guarantee all people are thinking is either you've been an absentee father with no interest in your son for the past six years" she said looking to Chris "or you'll be public enemy number one for keeping Chris's son from him" she looked over to me and i lowered my head in shame, i had done that..... i had my reasons but i did it all the same.

"So what do we say?" I asked quietly as Chris came and sat beside me taking my hand.

"We say that even though the two of you haven't been together romantically up until now, you have been raising your son together but chose to keep him out of the public eye"

"I'll put something together for you to look over, make sure you think its okay" Chris told her.

"I know this isn't great but we can handle this"

"Thank you Megan".

Over the next couple of days things gradually calmed down, Chris had posted a simple statement which i was told to post too even though my accounts were private to friends only, he didn't go into much detail but confirmed that we do have a son together and asked for our privacy to be respected.

His fans had actually been amazing and so supportive, of course there were a few saying some not so nice things about me and Mason but we knew that would happen. The tabloid stories quickly disappeared regarding Mason when other celebrities started posting, calling the tabloids out for not respecting our privacy after we had made it clear we didn't want our son in the spotlight.

But i still had this constant pit in my stomach, a feeling that things would still get worse before they went back to normal.

I was currently laid on the bed next to a basket of laundry that needed folding and putting away, I had retreated upstairs with the excuse of doing laundry while Chris, Scott and Mason were out back playing some game. The truth was i just needed some alone time, i was tired of putting on a brave and happy face, pretending like everything was fine. My hands massaged my temples trying to shift the dull headache that seemed like a constant thing lately.

"Hey, you okay?" The sound of Chris's voice from the door way made me crack open an eye to look at him.

"Yeah, headache is all"

"You've been up here a while, i got worried"

"I was doing laundry i told you....."

"You mean the laundry still sitting next to you?" He teased with a raised eyebrow.

"Yep, i started then i got a headache. I just need a few minutes" i said quietly closing my eyes again.

"Sweetheart you know you can talk to me, you don't have to act like everything is fine....."

"Yes i do, if i don't I'm gonna loose it and i can't do that with Mason around".

I felt the bottom of the bed dip and opened my eyes to see Chris crawling up the bed towards me, he moved my legs so his upper body was resting between them as he pressed kisses to my T-shirt covered stomach.

"What are you doing?" I shook my head and chuckled at the playful look he had on his face.

"Trying to cheer you up, maybe help you forget for a while" he smirked pushing my T-shirt up more so he could kiss my bare skin this time.

"Is now really the time for that? Mason is awake downstairs...."

"Its the perfect time for that, Scott will keep Mason busy"

"You dont know that....."

Chris quickly pulled his phone from his pocket and tapped quickly on the screen before tossing it aside.

"Done, no distractions" he laughed.

"Oh god please don't tell me you told Scott why?"

"Of course not but he's not stupid"

"This is a bad idea..... we said slow...."

"This is slow, i just wanna make you feel better. Plus you know orgasm's are supposed to help with headaches" he shrugged with that cocky grin.

"Oh really? Is that right?"

"100%" he nodded making us both laugh, he reached for my shorts and starting to pull the them down my legs...

"Wait!" I said suddenly sitting up to look at him making him groan as he looked back at me from between my legs.

"What?"

"Lock the door would ya?" I giggled throwing myself back down on the bed shaking my head as he leapt from the bed and flipped the lock.

"Now where were we?" He said before crawling back into position.....this was a bad idea.

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[rukhsandbooks]

A reminder to never judge a book by its cover (or title)! I was expecting a quick light and cheesy read to wrap up Flirty February but this book delivered so much more (and quite frankly exceeded any expectations I could have had for it).

That being said, I do think it needs a bit of a trigger warning/disclaimer so people know what they're getting into. The story and story telling definitely brought up some not so pleasant memories for me but I appreciate the way Williams wrote about trauma in relationships. She explored and tackled the topic quite well. Experiences are obviously different for everyone but I found I related to Naya and her experiences throughout the book.

Despite not being super illustrative about the Chicago setting, this book made me want to go back to Chicago ASAP. Speaking of illustrative writing, I loved the attention given to hand holding. Such a simple (and often subtle) but intimate action. Hand holding, finger touching.. it all makes me swoon so much.

I was going to give this book a 4/5 but the puns and texting banter made me tip it over to 5/5. Not sure I'll ever re-read the book but I'm definitely glad I read it. Perfect way to end Flirty February.

Ps. As a list lover myself, I love that Naya's friends made her a how to get a life list. What would be on your list? My working list includes:

- Learn how to salsa

- Run a 10k

- Become a confident swimmer

- Say yes to more dates

- Relearn the violin

- Stop staying in on Fridays

- Learn to ride a motorbike

- Learn sign language

- Try new ice cream flavours

- Stop taking books to bars/pubs

- More IRL boyfriends and fewer book boyfriends

[yuvon-writes-letters]

Wow..you really replied...

In case you want to know, I'm laughing now. Maybe you can, too? :)

When I wrote my first letter I only had access to your first one...All the others, also the ones from Rai, came through shortly after I sent mine. And I am still mindblown.

Sooo, where to start now? [Words crossed out mutliple times] Oh, I know! You are right, I am still able to hold contact with everyone in my world (it feels so weird to write that!!) except for the Duskwood group. It is my third stasis and the last one took almost 4 months, at least if counted right. But it seems..different than before.

What I mean when saying this is: I went out today and I saw some of the 'I am Jake' stickers (this happened with you too, right? I still cannot believe that) that people put everywhere in my city. When the whole I thing started I saw some boys from my neighborhood putting some stickers in place, even filming a video. I have to admit, I only trusted myself to do a picture when it happened... [the next words are a bit difficult to read] But I a_ dig_ess__g.

[They're readable again] Sorry, I had to search a different pen!! So, continuing my weird story. I saw those boys again when I went out to buy some things to cook tonight (I wanted to make something chinese...). And I don't know why, but I got the absoluetely GREAT (not) idea to ask them about the stickers. Why they put them there.

Maybe my time with the Crow-Crew (hehe, I like that) from Duskwood made me do as dumb things as just breaking in somewhere.

But the reply of the boys was very weird...They asked me what stickers I meant and when I told them they said they looked cool but never once saw them before. And I know those boys. Normally they would not lie to me. But maybe I'm just becoming paranoid, too.

But yeah, that was what happened...And still no message from anyone in Duskwood. Honestly, I really miss my Jake. It was complicated, but...he started to open up so much. Started imagining what would happen if the both of us just would run away together (even though he'd never do it..my safety...) :) But yeah [again there is a single tear stain], could you tell your Jake I said hi? It's not the same, but..yeah...

I hope you're feeling well,

Liska🐾🔥

[The text seems to be written very hastily] Ps. Oh my..I [words crossed out]. I didn't think I would add more to the letter. But I just wanted to send it (like the last one). In this moment I'm staring at a call I'm getting. Unknown...

[Heyho, real person behind Liska. I hope that's not too far-fetched xD]

Liska,

Huh. I wonder why it sent like that. Maybe the eldritch entity of trees and whatever the hell is happening anymore messed up? If so, that’s actually pretty relieving, knowing it CAN mess up.

Four months? Oh hell. I do NOT want to be stuck in this damn place for FOUR MONTHS. I need to find a way out asap.

Yeah, the #IAmJake happened here too; and while Rai didn’t specifically confirm nor deny whether it happened in their world they didn’t ask surprised at all when I mentioned it, and their Jake was okay with us using his name. So, it seems like our universes have that in common, at least.

Crow Crew XD   I’m gonna have to steal that sometime.

That’s... very odd, about the stickers, though. I have no idea what the hell is up with that. Maybe the entity has trouble filtering everything related to Duskwood in your world? Maybe that’s why I’m in here instead, easier to control one person and freeze a world than to specifically filter for things relating to the Duskwood case. Maybe some stuff slipped through the cracks.

Jake is probably I can understand Jake fairly well. What I don’t understand is his stance on our feelings. I tend to take the attitude of “shove it all in a box and forget it exists” towards issues like this, but you saw how well that worked out when I finally told Jake everything.

I left out some of the more personal stuff, since I wasn’t sure whether or not you wanted Jake to hear it, even if it’s not “your” Jake, but I said hi to him for you. He says hi back. He’s been fairly sympathetic towards you in between trying to deal with the damn trees, and he told me to assure you that whatever was keeping your Jake from contacting you, it had absolutely nothing to do with Jake himself nor his pursuers.

“Unknown”? That, uh, sounds. Well. Interesting. Let me know how that one turns out. There’s a limited number of people I can think of who that’d likely be (plus spam callers XD), and only one of them is someone I’d particularly like to speak to.

Thanks for the well-wishes, Liska. You too, especially since you’re actually in a place where you can be injured...

—Yuvon

(The letter tucks itself in the paper clip with the others.)

(For the most part, I’m going to try to avoid going out of character on this blog. However, I’ll make an exception this time.

I already have my entity, its MO, its motivations, and the very basic plot progression of this blog (if Yuvon and Jake can stop obsessing over the fucking trees for ONE second, I stg I made Yuvon’s character and I still don’t understand the shit she does sometimes) mapped out, plus exactly how much I’m going to address the current pause between episodes. Some bits of all this are going to be kind of insane, so don’t worry about things being far-fetched. However, whatever Yuvon thinks, the entity she’s dealing with and whatever’s causing your character’s situation don’t quite match up, so our characters can’t work together on that front.

Feel free to make your own entity, though, if you want to. There’s definitely enough of the reality warping amoral bastards to go around, and Yuvon will still help Liska however she can.

Oh. One tip for interacting with this blog, since no one’s quite done this yet, and you sort of need to very soon for Yuvon’s next little plot arc.

Yuvon is not a reliable narrator. Yuvon lies.

Sometimes, you may need to confront her on this.

If you ever need a hint, ask or message @yuvon-augold79​ the word “hint”, and specify what you’re stuck on, and I’ll come up with one.)

[baekhvuns]

Another royalty heh? Ok I won't bring it up, because I'm waiting for bodyguard, don't want you to be too distracted, uwu

I DID bring Wave Hwa back however, because I've been yearning for him for a long time, plus it's almost summertime so it's only valid to think about our surfer boyfriend 🥰

Baek pls stop mentioning Addicting Kitten because I'm never normal about that fic 🤐

I HAVE NOT moved on, all the red Hwa haters I see I always fight idc. Red Hwa was a serve I never thought I'd witness when I saw the previews I couldn't fucking believe my eyes, I was like: PARK SEONGHWA RED HAIR??? SURELY NOT???

These photos were a ride so let me present you with some sweet boy Hwa for a change 🤗 he's in my pocket rn actually. His flower earring plssss

https://twitter.com/aurorahopee/status/1528085039514255362?t=uFL65R1As22V260fWu65lQ&s=19

THAT TIK TOK AND THAT SNIPPET?! You wanna make me even more insane?! You always threaten to rob me, so I need to fight you asap, am I a joke to you ://// king Hwa my new beloved idc idc, villain Y/N my bestie and my role model. Stop that's so sexy of him, what a lovely simp

I think I know that account, but I never read the Mingi fic, though I feel your pain 💔 I understand when authors delete their stuff, but can't say it doesn't hurt

I used to be afraid of pigeons, but now they're fine, hate the way they shit on my balcony akhsajsudhshahs, but I feed them sometimes. A few months ago I got two sitting on my arm, I was like??? It's a free real estate I guess? They're not always very smart unfortunately, but at least the ones over here are chill

Ooof, if that cheers you up Venice stinks sometimes so wjrusugsejshsgsh 😭

The worst thing about Seonghwa is... as much as I wanna fight him and yell at him I just simply cannot stay mad, because he's a lil meow meow inside. He has too much power over me. If I ever told him off I would feel so bad and apologise immediately 🤡

Pls Hybe let her go, it's not like she's even that important plus they just debuted, no one cares. Do it for the sake of the other girls but also... as much as insufferable Garam seems to be, she is still a child. Another case against underage idols debuting, because people literally send death threats her way. She should be removed from the public eye and get some help. Speaking of, I caught up on Tomorrow and there was a story about idols and bullying and I think a reference to Burning Sun, lmao the timing

But yeah the series is over and I'm crying and shitting and yelling and throwing up tossing on the floor 😭😭😭😭😭 this show broke me seriously, the last episodes especially I NEED MORE 💔 it deserves more recognition, but I know it's not for everyone, because as much as whacky it is at times, it's still very serious and triggering (also that weird thing with BTS names/birth dates idk what's up with that it was stupid, but Armys purposely giving the show bad reviews is so petty). I'm glad someone decided to make that webtoon into a drama though, it had its issues but was definitely different and eye-opening.

Also the love story, bestie I cannot do this, my cold heart weeped for them... you need to witness it too. Heart riped apart!

Also, I'm going to my friend's house today, he has a tattoo studio. Gonna get it ain't over, never die tattooed. My commitment to Rocky <3 - DV 💖

hi hello!

Another royalty heh? Ok I won't bring it up, because I'm waiting for bodyguard, don't want you to be too distracted, uwu

😭😭😭 i have a whOLE universe for royalty that follows after duke and now the bridgerton and a new hwa one 😭😭🤚🏼😭🤚🏼😭🤚🏼😭 BRMWBDKW BODYGUARD TRUST ME ITS SO CUTE IM IN LOVE WITH IT

I DID bring Wave Hwa back however, because I've been yearning for him for a long time, plus it's almost summertime so it's only valid to think about our surfer boyfriend 🥰

s-surfer boyfriend haha haha, do not. put this in my mind. nO.

Baek pls stop mentioning Addicting Kitten because I'm never normal about that fic 🤐

I HAVE NOT moved on, all the red Hwa haters I see I always fight idc. Red Hwa was a serve I never thought I'd witness when I saw the previews I couldn't fucking believe my eyes, I was like: PARK SEONGHWA RED HAIR??? SURELY NOT???

LMFAOOOO FBWNBDKW I WILL NEVER STOP MENTIONING THAT FIC IT FUCKS ME UP SO BAD 😭😭 red hwa was a fucking serve no one asked for, he went hard for us, he did it for us, our little traffic light <3 NO STOP BC I RMR THE CHAOS WHEN THE PREVIEW CAME AND HIS BROAD ASS SHOULDERS FHWKFHKW PLS PLS PLS 😭😭

These photos were a ride so let me present you with some sweet boy Hwa for a change 🤗 he's in my pocket rn actually. His flower earring plssss https://twitter.com/aurorahopee/status/1528085039514255362?t=uFL65R1As22V260fWu65lQ&s=19

MAN THIS ENTIRE FIT WORKED SO WELL WITH HIS HAIR 😩😩 im on call with him actually right now,, u know what i think we should rob hwa’s jewelry corner 🔫

THAT TIK TOK AND THAT SNIPPET?! You wanna make me even more insane?! You always threaten to rob me, so I need to fight you asap, am I a joke to you ://// king Hwa my new beloved idc idc, villain Y/N my bestie and my role model. Stop that's so sexy of him, what a lovely simp

BDMWBDKS NO BC I LOST MY SHIT I WAS GONNA HAVE TO SHOW IT TO U BC IK U WOULD TOO FBDNFBJE yes ☺️☺️ he’s fr a simp for someone he’s supposed to hate ☺️☺️ like the other girlie he’s supposed to marry is just there but he’s with miss yn who does not give him a chance and dismisses him every chance but he’s sO WHIPPED HE WILL BOW DOWN TO MISS GIRLIE AND WORSHIP YN FBWKDJWK he’s so sexy too,,, he will make yn u know ☺️ <3 would u like it to be a series or a one shot that’s like 50k 😀

I think I know that account, but I never read the Mingi fic, though I feel your pain 💔 I understand when authors delete their stuff, but can't say it doesn't hurt

it hurt sO BAD that fics was incredibly insanely written. demon mingi with those big black wings 😭😭😭😭😭😭 and angel reader 😮‍💨

I used to be afraid of pigeons, but now they're fine, hate the way they shit on my balcony akhsajsudhshahs, but I feed them sometimes. A few months ago I got two sitting on my arm, I was like??? It's a free real estate I guess? They're not always very smart unfortunately, but at least the ones over here are chill

LMFAOOOO LMFAOOOO WAIT UR CHANNELIMG UR INNER VINCENZO FBWKFHKWHFKW FEEDING THE PIGEONS 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Ooof, if that cheers you up Venice stinks sometimes so wjrusugsejshsgsh 😭

i bless them with the worst smell then <3 jVMDWBKD

The worst thing about Seonghwa is... as much as I wanna fight him and yell at him I just simply cannot stay mad, because he's a lil meow meow inside. He has too much power over me. If I ever told him off I would feel so bad and apologise immediately 🤡

yes. yeah. exactly. everything you said here. yes. my mantra. everything there you said. i would also. do the same.

Pls Hybe let her go, it's not like she's even that important plus they just debuted, no one cares. Do it for the sake of the other girls but also... as much as insufferable Garam seems to be, she is still a child. Another case against underage idols debuting, because people literally send death threats her way. She should be removed from the public eye and get some help. Speaking of, I caught up on Tomorrow and there was a story about idols and bullying and I think a reference to Burning Sun, lmao the timing

no bc the new stage with her not in it feels actually really good! like it’s more in formation and they have more energy this way! yeah with the way she’s behaving girlie’s still a minor in the end of the day, she’s not mature enough to think what went wrong but she was mature enough to do those actions 😭😭?? YEAHHH having her removed would be the best for her own self,, making it to national news id pass out,, OH MAN I SAW THAT SCANDAL THING YEAH YES kind ironic bc soohyuk’s from yg hdhd

But yeah the series is over and I'm crying and shitting and yelling and throwing up tossing on the floor 😭😭😭😭😭 this show broke me seriously, the last episodes especially I NEED MORE 💔 it deserves more recognition, but I know it's not for everyone, because as much as whacky it is at times, it's still very serious and triggering (also that weird thing with BTS names/birth dates idk what's up with that it was stupid, but Armys purposely giving the show bad reviews is so petty). I'm glad someone decided to make that webtoon into a drama though, it had its issues but was definitely different and eye-opening.

FBWKDJWK NAURRR DOES IT NOT HAVE A HAPPY ENDING 😭😭😭 no yeah i saw that name thing with bts and ppl were making a big deal out of it,,, like is there not other ppl named the same in korea??? like kard’s kim taehyung ???? 😭😭😭 OH FR?? man that’s petty im sure bts doesn’t even care 😭😭

Also the love story, bestie I cannot do this, my cold heart weeped for them... you need to witness it too. Heart riped apart!

RBWKDHWK IF I WITNESS IT, ITLL EFFECT BODYGUARDS ENDING 😭😭😭 unless u want me to ☺️

Also, I'm going to my friend's house today, he has a tattoo studio. Gonna get it ain't over, never die tattooed. My commitment to Rocky <3 - DV 💖

BRWKJDKWBDWK LESS GOO PLS YES YES YES !!!!!! ROCKY >>>> YES YES YES I SUPPORT FULLY omg bestie how many tat’s do u have 😧

[fyx-ation]

To add my own experience to the many given...

About ten years ago, I finally had my gallbladder removed because it was an asshole. Before this, however, I was having gb attacks nearly every day for almost 9 months. I had had them before then, but I thought I was just having a weird bloat or indigestion or something (I had no idea what was going on until they started getting severe and regular because my gb was probably loaded with stones by then). So, every gb attack felt like my organs were rebelling and I wanted to die. The most severe ones, which lasted for 3-4 hours, would send me into a trance-like state because I had no other way of coping with the pain. I was still in pain, but I was disassociating so hard that my mind popped out of my body and looked down on it like, "Feels bad, man."

Naturally, I was reading up on anything I could do to deal with it. I was vomiting from the pain and just to stop my body from trying to digest because the bile ducts doing their job was agony. FYI, there ain't shit you can do for a POS gb. No cleanse, no diet change, etc. Once it's a POS, it's a POS and it has to come out.

When my insurance finally kicked in, I had an appointment ASAP to see what was going on. Long story short, yes, bad gb. Even though I was having excruciating attacks on the regular, I wasn't prescribed anything or even suggested anything for the pain.

So, a while later, I finally have the surgery. Snip snip poke snip snip stitch stitch. A week or so after that, my dumb ass tried to go to work. I was like, "I'm young. I can bounce back from this!" Nope. I broke down crying at work because I felt like I had ripped something open. My mom had to come get me and take me to the ER.

So, here's where I get really pissed off. My nurse was super duper extra-ordinarily dismissive. I'm sitting there in one of the private cubicles, on the bed, legs crossed, staring into the abyss while I try not to cry. I am in my trance. She comes in with 2 cups of the contrast crap you have to drink for a scan, all the while telling me of the surgeries she had and how it wasn't that bad. Bruv. She disappears and I chug the first cup. I mean, I made it disappear. I am so fucking done with this place already. I would prefer a brick to the face than to be in this pain or deal with this woman. She comes back and says, "You know you have to drink both of those... Oh." My mom shows her the empty cup while I'm halfway done with the second. I think that's when they finally shot me up with something. I don't even remember what. Did the scan, doctor informs us they didn't see anything on the scan (can it even show opened stitches? I have no idea what they were looking for), I get a prescription, and we leave. I remember very little after that... just throwing up all the crap in a pharmacy parking lot while I got a small bottle of hydro-morphine filled (I'd been prescribed lortabs by the surgeon, I think... which really do fuck-all for me. Might as well eat tums, honestly).

I told my surgeon about all this when I had my follow-up, and he said I appeared to have healed well--I just probably overdid it trying to work too soon. He also said my incision was bigger than most because my gb was absolutely stuffed with stones. One of the biggest he'd seen. COOL.

He was a good doctor, I have no complaints toward him. But my GP, who initially diagnosed me and had me get an ultrasound to confirm, never had it cross her mind to do anything about my pain in the meanwhile. The ER nurse, someone who probably sees people in pain more than any of us will in 10 lifetimes and should fucking KNOW when it needs attention immediately, can fuck right off. I know that doing the same job over and over desensitize you to a lot, but don't lose your fucking empathy. Just cause you might deal with drug addict weasels who just want 'scrips doesn't mean you get to treat everyone like they're a weasel.

God, I hope someone ran over her toe with a hospital bed that night, and she lost her toe nail. I'm still bitter about this shit a decade later.

im so sick of tiktok nurses and doctors trying to mock their patients for coming in and saying their pain is at a ten but not performing the pain for them

every time ive been in the hospital near death i was simply too exhausted to perform pain for these people. it was a ten on the pain scale but they thought i was faking it for whatever reason until they got my lab tests back and realized i would need to be checked in for quite a while

like maybe you, able bodied young doctor/nurse who has never experienced chronic pain and disability cannot fathom me rolling up near death and a flat expression unable to scream and holler about my agonies but I assure you some of us are just too fucking tired to scream about something we generally live with every single day

on god wanna punch the smug off their faces.

[hmubangtan]

BTS Reaction to their S/O getting hurt when they're on tour

I sorta changed it a bit from it just being broken or sprained. I hope everyone likes it though! Sorry it took so long!~

^Jin^

“Yah (Y/N) why didn't you tell me you were hurt?! I could've come home earlier from the tour!” Jin asked, his voice coming out panicked on the phone. “It's okay Jin it's just a sprain! I'm fine and (B/F/N) is taking care of me!” You reassured him, laughing slightly. “Yeah, don't you worry, Mr. Worldwide Handsome, I'll look after her.” Your best friend, (B/F/N) yelled from the background. “Besides I should be healed when you come back and then we can have all the fun you want.” You suggested sexily (or attempted to). “HOW COULD YOU EVEN BE THINKING OF THAT NOW?!”

(Ignore the caption lmao)

~Yoongi~

“Hey Yoongi how's (Y/N)?” Namjoon walked up to Yoongi during rehearsal suddenly asking. “I don't know. (Y/N) missed our bedtime phone call last night.” Yoongi answered back slightly shrugging. “So they didn't tell you?” Namjoon asked with wide eyes. “Tell me what?” “(Y/N) fell down the stairs at work and broke her leg. I got a call from (B/F/N) last night and she told me they were at the ER.” Namjoon told him. Needless to say, Yoongi was a bit peeved. Later that night he called you and chewed you out before telling you that no matter what, even if it was just a false alarm, to call him.

|J-Hope|

BTS had just finished their North American tour and were going back to Korea to get started on a new comeback. Hoseok was excited to get back home to see (Y/N) and finally cuddle them after months of facetiming and texting. As he walked into the dorm he noticed the dead silence and became worried, as did the others. He had seen your shoes at the front door so he knew you were home. “(Y/N)? Babe?” Hoseok called out. “One minute!” He heard your voice call back and slightly relaxed. Only for it to all go away once he saw you coming towards him wearing a neck brace and with your arm in a sling. “(Y/N) WHAT HAPPENED?” Hoseok yelled as he rushed towards you. “I may or may not have gotten into a minor accident.” You winced out as you tried to move your arms to hug him. Once you explained everything to Hoseok he instantly went into protective boyfriend mode and pampered you until you got better. He also made it a rule that you were to call him if even a minor thing happened. It (Jung) shook him to see you like that. You had only smiled.

*Rap Monster*

Namjoon had just logged onto the shared BTS Twitter when he noticed the trending hashtag. #GetBetter(Y/N) Needless to say, he freaked out. He clicked on one of the tweets and read the article attached. “Yesterday at 5:34 pm, (Y/N) (L/N), (girlfriend/boyfriend) of BTS’s Rap Monster helped thwart a bank robbery. (L/N) had snuck up behind the robber, grabbing the gun and fighting the robber, eventually winning although coming out with a few injuries. More news to come soon.” Namjoon almost fainted. He just barely managed to dial your number with his hands shaking as hard as they were. “Hello?” “(Y/N) YOU FOUGHT A ROBBER?!” “Oh yeah… Hehe, it's a long story? I'm fine though Joonie just a couple scratches here and there and amndjsja.” You mumbled the end. “And what?” “And maybe a minor gunshot wound?” You peeped out. *THUD* “Namjoon? Joonie?!” You panicked. One of the other boys picked up the phone. “Yeah, (Y/N)... he fainted.”

>Jimin<

“You could've called me you know?” Jimin chastised you lightly as he fluffed the pillow under your leg. “It's not a big deal Jimin. It's just a minor sprain and the guy looked so sorry when he noticed I got hurt. You're a dancer as well so you should also understand.” You retorted, wincing slightly at the throb in your ankle. Your ballet partner had decided it would be a good idea to stop right in the middle of the dance, thus dropping you. “Still it's really stupid how he dropped you mid lift. I bet his feet weren't even in the right position.” He mumbled angrily. Jimin had been on tour when it happened and hadn’t found out until he walked in the dorm to see you injured on the couch. You laughed at his pout and grabbed his hand. “Maybe once I'm better you can practice with me okay?” Jimin nodded and snuggled you.

=Taehyung=

“Babe I'm fine. It's legitimately just a fracture. A kid spilled paint and I didn't notice and slipped. Simple.” You tried reassuring Taehyung over the phone. “What if you had hit your head and died?! Oh god, then I would've come home to your funeral!” Taehyung panicked, practically yelling on the other line. “Babe. I'm fine. (B/F/N) is with me looking after me. I'm all nice and cozy on the couch watching movies. I'll be here when you get home tomorrow.” You soothed. “Okay. I want cuddles though for scaring me!” Taehyung demanded and you could practically hear the pout in his voice. “Sure thing Tae Tae.”

+Jungkook+

Jungkook would become Jungshook after hearing that you had broken your wrist. And you had broken it in the stupidest way too. Some of the younger neighborhood boys had challenged you to the punching machine that was in the old arcade. You admit that you were competitive and agreed only to soon regret it when your clumsy self had missed the pad and instead punched the machine. “How did you even manage to do that? Honestly (Y/N) I need to hire a babysitter for you when I'm on tour.” He sighed as he looked at your face on his phone screen. “I'm fine. The boys that challenged me took me to the hospital and they said it was a tiny little fracture that will get better in no time.” You laughed as you waved your cast covered wrist on screen. “Still. I think I should lock you in a padded room. Even then you would still hurt yourself.” Jungkook smiled. “Well, I'll try not to kill myself when you're gone! By the way, I'm going skateboarding now! Talk to you later babe!” You rushed out. “WAIT (Y/N)!”

So I finished it! I really hope you guys liked it. I tried to get it out ASAP cause I’m going to be busy for a little while. Night school is being a pain in the bum and work isn’t so hot either. Thank you all for being patient with me. I’m sorry I’m not posting as much as Admin Sav or Admin Jay ;-; I’m going to be posting my personal schedule on this page because I think it would help you guys as well as helping me.

GOOD NEWS THOUGH: My Birthday is coming up soon (October 25th) and I’m going to Disney with my friend and her family. I don’t think anyone would want any pictures or stories but when I go I’ll open asks for myself and let you guys ask me stuff I guess.

Thank you my lovelies <3

-Admin Rhi

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The "Cat Person" story has got the internet talking, and here's what they're saying

http://fashion-trendin.com/the-cat-person-story-has-got-the-internet-talking-and-heres-what-theyre-saying/

The "Cat Person" story has got the internet talking, and here's what they're saying

You have probably read the ‘Cat Person’ short story, published in the New Yorker earlier this week. The story revolves around one woman’s experience with an older man, exploring an unpleasant sexual encounter and her discomfort following the date.

The story has been shared thousands of times, and women all over the world are collectively sighing in joint exasperation, having had their own experiences with a ‘Cat Person’.

Maybe if you can’t relate to ‘Cat Person’ it’s because you are not a woman who has ever been on a date with a man.

— Meghan Murphy (@MeghanEMurphy) December 11, 2017

Many agree that it has brought to attention the fact that unsatisfying sex for women is an unfortunate byproduct of sexism….

I don’t think straight men will ever be able to full appreciate how mediocre sex is for women with dudes most of the time even under the BEST circumstances. We have learned to enjoy orgasm free sex as the norm. #CatPerson

— PrincessPowerHour (@melinapendulum) December 12, 2017

men: women just aren’t that into sex! they don’t like sex!

women: i relate to cat person bc most of the time sex with men involves him enjoying it a lot and not caring enough to be aware of whether or not i’m enjoying it at all

men: lol women just don’t like sex like men do

— Lane Moore (@hellolanemoore) December 12, 2017

hahahah wow just read Cat Person. Welcome, everyone, to what it’s like being a young woman having sex in her early 20s

— Holly Green (@winnersusedrugs) December 13, 2017

Personally, I think Cat Person went viral for three reasons. First of all, it’s a witty, insightful, unpretentious short story. Second, it addressed a taboo issue that felt timely: a type of terrible sex that isn’t rape, but is tied to sexism.

— Emily Nussbaum (@emilynussbaum) December 11, 2017

Told a male friend last night that most women have had a weird sex experience like the character in #CatPerson and he was appalled.

Art imitates life…and women’s daily lives✌🏼

— Alessandra (@DrSanjeGupta) December 12, 2017

People have also commented on how oblivious (many) men are to the fact that they have *probably* shown ‘Cat Person’ qualities at some point.

“Man, I’d hate to be that guy” -The guy who Cat Person is about reading Cat Person.

— Jesse McLaren (@McJesse) December 12, 2017

MEN WHO DON’T REALIZE THEY ARE THE CAT PERSON ARE WHY THIS FUCKING STORY WAS WRITTEN.

— lady balk (@mollzlols) December 11, 2017

Many readers have hailed the story for the fact that it’s actually started a conversation about fiction, and has encouraged more people to read.

My controversial opinion about “Cat Person” is that it’s nice to see people reading and debating literary short fiction on the internet.

— Porg Merch S-Corp (for tax purposes) (@petersuderman) December 12, 2017

So I read Cat Person and I have some mixed feelings about it. Still processing. But I can say this: It’s thought provoking, which is never a bad thing. I love seeing people discussing fiction so passionately.

— Rachel Foucar (@RachelFoucar) December 12, 2017

If cat person has taught us anything it should be that discussing literature is a blast and everyone should read more

— some kind of super soup wizard (@spacymcfly) December 12, 2017

However, there was a recurring theme in the story that the main character was turned off by the man due to his body type. Readers feel that it was fat-shaming, and unnecessary to have chosen his weight as a reason to be repulsed.

I do think the fat-shaming in the cat person piece was unnecessary. It would have been enough to say she was put off by his clumsiness or the way he spoke to her or that she just wasn’t attracted to him for unspecified reasons.

— Jess Fink 🌈🔥 (@JessFink) December 12, 2017

oh. my. god. “Cat Person” is truly a modern work of art.

i was a lil mad about the fat shaming though–why offer to fuck a visibly overweight person if you’re going to “recoil in disgust” at the sight of their belly?

— clitzen the reindeer (@leiawhoredan) December 11, 2017

Cat person is fat-shaming. It need to be but it was, the story could’ve been the same without making fat-rolls a turn-off. Stop touting it as a “great story” when it makes people (like me) feel like shit.

— Geneva Valek (@GenevaValek) December 11, 2017

We love the story, and commend anything that gets people talking about their real life experiences with uncomfortable encounters. If there’s one thing 2017 has taught us, it’s that it’s painfully common for women to have felt pressured or unhappy with certain experiences – and if this starts a new conversation, then we’re all for it. The full story can be read on the New Yorker website.

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