#find joy wherever you can

[lillyjen]

"Everyone has to do housework". This is why it makes me mad that it's considered normal to hate housework (& that any depictions of people finding joy in it are clearly fake or have an agenda).

If we made blanket statements about any other daily activity - "it's normal to hate wearing clothes" "people who don't hate showering are weird" "ugh, you actually like having to feed yourself" - people would think you were weird.*

There are so, so, so many ways to make housework fun, but often it starts with getting past the mental block of "society says this sucks", & that sucks!

"Find what joy you can in it" is excellent advice.

Maybe you hate washing up, but you find the sight of sparkling dishware highly satisfying.

Maybe vacuuming is great excercise, & the noise of the vacuum a great excuse to belt out a song or two at the top of your lungs.

Maybe scrubbing the tub is really cathartic on a day you just want to punch someone (you don't have to do it at the same time each week; certain tasks can be saved for when you really want to do them - or done more often than they 'need' to be).

Perhaps the repetitious nature of folding laundry can actually become relaxing if you do it mindfully - or perhaps it's the perfect mindless task for listening to that podcast/audiobook or watching that tv show. (& if you finish early, great, you get to take a break whilst it finishes).

Doodle silly pictures with the soap/cleaning products before you start scrubbing.

Learn low-effort ways of cleaning certain things (like what things can be effectively soaked clean) then pat yourself onthe back for being an efficiency expert.

If it's your thing, make a timetable, or checklist, or spreadsheet.

If you hate being tied down, try lucky dip cleaning; pick something out of a hat, clean every other room on every third day of the week, clean things by colour, rather than location (yes, this might make more work, but more work you enjoy is better than less work you hate).

Create an OC & roleplay cleaning a castle/dungeon/cottage.

Make yourself a movie playlist & pretend you're battling invisible foes (which is, in fact, true!).

Turn it into a competition: race your kids/spouse/friends (in person or over the phone/online) to see who can clean a room quickest (either at the same time, or on different days & you each write your times on a leaderboard & have time penalties for missed items/spots).

Or simply take pride in the fact that every time you do housework you are honing a traditional skill handed down to you through the generations. (If you want to take it a step further, you can study up on various cleaning techniques - local, historical, international; explore their similarities & differences, or just focus in on one - make it extra meta by watching cleaning vids/shows whilst cleaning!)

(didn't intend to let this list get so long!)

*& before someone brings up mental illness or sensory issues here: a) I'm not talking about hating something for a specific reason, I'm talking about collectively decrying housework as unpleasant for no apparent reason, & b) the fact we can point out people with mental illness &/or sensory issues as seperate groups is proof that these aren't universally held attitudes, no matter how widely they might be held within those sub-communities.^

^& even when there is a valid reason for disliking something, it's still not a good idea to lean into that too hard when it's something you have to do regardless. You should still try to find what good you can in it.

everyone has to do housework, and there is something to be said about learning to enjoy it. in the olden times, women would sing and share stories while working. now, we can listen to music, sing, dance, listen to podcasts, call friends to keep us company. it is something that has do be done anyway, and it is worth learning how to take joy in it, find peace and satisfaction in it. it will always be just an annoying, endless chore if we will go into it with that mentality, trying to get it over with as fast as possible, but it doesnt have to be. housework, and especially the preparation of food, is a part of living and ought to be done with some sense of peace and love and patience in the heart, even though it is meticulous.

[alongtidesoflight]

so here's my honest thoughts on dragon age: the veilguard, after ~40 hours of playing. i finished the main quest after having finished all companion quests and major faction quests. just to clear up what content i saw, i played as an elven transmasc rook who is a member of the lords of fortune. he romanced lucanis (although after finishing the game i'm now leaning towards taash). i don't know what's happening in playthroughs that have a different race, gender identity, romance or faction going on.

full spoilers ahead, i mean it. don't read further if you want to avoid them. i don't want complaining about it in my asks.

oh and also, if you're worried because of a few negative reviews online i can comfort you by saying don't give a fuck about a certain big name youtuber who is very much tied to bethesda franchises giving this a negative review. i'll explain why.

i'm starting off with the things i liked

the game looks really pretty. i was worried it wouldn't feel like thedas anymore (with them trying to "focus on northern thedas only" i thought they'd make a clear cut in environmental design. they do and they don't. it's complicated. i'll elaborate on it when talking about the negative stuff). anyway it does. minrathous feels like kirkwall. treviso enchanted me like the winter palace did. the hossberg wetlands reminded me of the hinterlands and a couple other inquisition maps. arlathan looked like... arlathan. the crossroads were different, but familiar. overall i like the way it looks and feels. it's thedas, with a twist. it's a good one, and gives everything a solid but unique feel.

combat is top tier. if you're a hardcore dragon age player you WILL miss the tactical aspect of it for a bit, but i promise you, once you're used to the way the combat works, you will be lapping that shit up. and once you get to ability combos you'll mourn the control you used to have over your companions in battle a bit less

the MAIN quest and its story. i expected worse, way worse. and for a while the game even had me tricked (harr harr you'll get it in a second) it is Really That Much Worse. but holy shit was it good. i walked away satisfied ngl.

your choices have SOLID weight. there's consequences, good AND bad. i got minrathous blighted, ruled over by venatori, and the leader of the shadow dragons ultimately died because of my decisions. i made those at the beginning and throughout the game. he died at the end. DAVRIN died because i didn't expect what i was saying to have that much weight. i thought i was in the clear. he had hero status. well turns out, your choices can still get your companions killed even if you do everything right. i fucking love him. he shouldn't have made that sacrifice just because i told him to do everything it takes once.

the inquisitor, morrigan and dorian being there, surprisingly. there's also negatives to this though, see below.

speaking of companions dying and the inquisitor playing a bigger role: the final quest feels like me2's suicide mission. i was blown away by it and the fact that i got to see the results of all my efforts playing out in front of me.

bioware are NOT trying to redeem solas. they love him as a character yes, but i wasn't forced to see any good in him. he betrays you. he fucked my rook over twice. he fucked him over right back, for good this time (the veil wasn't torn down, i anchored it by binding him to it, he's doomed to uphold it). but solas really lives up to his name as the trickster elven god. rip to all the people who grew really attached to him over the years.

varric died. if you like him that's probably as hard reading it as it was watching it. varric died and the game lies about it until the very end. when the realisation hits, it hurts. but in the very best way.

the amount of care they put into gender expression and trans identities this time around. (i'll add onto this with negative points as well too).

rook feels very much ingrained in the world of thedas. he doesn't ask questions that expose the player to lore through dialogue as if he's stepped foot into thedas for the first time. those conversations feel very solid and good. i hope other faction players got as much joy out of this as i did.

and the things i didn't like and boy there's a lot unfortunately

the music. let's just get that out of the way holy shit. it doesn't feel like it belongs in this universe. it gets so incredibly sci-fi-y at times you'd think it's taken straight from mass effect andromeda. there's not a single song unique to veilguard that i really enjoyed. it broke my immersion, real bad. hearing a busker play the tavern songs from inquisition on a lute right after i killed some venatori with wobbly bass songs playing in the background is just odd. weird tonal shift. don't like it. it's made for people who like flashy light-weight cinema.

tevinter nights is required reading. the podcasts are required listening exercises. the game is so fast paced, especially at the start, that there's no time to introduce you to characters and how much weight their names carry in-game. i would not have known who half these people are if i hadn't skimmed over tevinter nights. i'd care even less about them than i already did. there is no time to get properly attached to them. people will act as if you're talking to a legend personified and you'll be thinking man goddamn which chapter of tevinter night were they in again and what did they do???

there's a weird mismatch with the animations. you'll have beautifully fluid ones, like emmrich casting spells. and then you'll have rook's face animating in the most unnatural manner that's sorta reminiscent of mass effect andromeda's "my face is tired" addison, when their emotions SHOULD be landing with the player rn instead.

i'm not vibing with the art style. sometimes it works. most of the time it doesn't. at points i felt like i was watching tangled.

that also brings me to some of the dialogue. same issue. i am watching frozen. i am watching tangled. someone on the writer's team really likes the adorkable trope. bellara is its victim.

for all the talk about identity, bioware sure doesn't like theirs. the grey warden armor got a redesign again and it just makes them look like a generic army. i hate it lol

in general, i don't like the armor design. the wardrobe/appearances system is fine, but it's just not helping if all the armors are just... kinda bland or downight bad looking? and don't get me started on the lords of fortune armor. that is orientalism personified.

the world states should have been carried over, full stop. i know they said they didn't because they want to separate what happens in the north from what happens in the south, which... i could have lived with that. but the inquisitor sends you letters that keep you up to date on... the south of thedas. you learn that there's a blight again, that people are standing strong but it's difficult, denerim's fallen, the rulers are taking care of it, orlais is fighting and they're successful for a while, etc etc. what's good bioware. i thought we don't care about the south this time around. why are you feeding me so much boring generic information. if you're not gonna show any of it and just write letters, then carrying the world state over should not have been an issue. i have a game dev background. those few lines of code would not have broken your budget or pushed your engine's limits. fuck right off.

this gripe of mine carries over to all the cameos. as a lord of fortune you have to deal with isabela a lot. it's fun. i missed her. you get to go drinking with her and taash and bellara! also my hawke romanced her. she's not mentioned once. they had the opportunity to put a sentence or two about her in there with not a lot of effort, trust me.

when varric dies, all she has is a single line about it. for gold, for fortune, for varric. she only says it if you interact with her on your way to the final push. that's not mandatory.

morrigan is there. kieran isn't. the old god soul that mythal and then solas absorbed? who cares at this point, the gods are dead now and solas is locked away for eternity. i suppose? why is morrigan there. she feels unneeded. i wish they'd just left her down south, at least that way i wouldn't have had to witness her god awful redesign.

dorian at least feels as if he belongs in this story. the shadow dragons are a crucial part to protecting minrathous. he's also weirdly underutilised. isabela and morrigan had more lines than him in my playthrough.

on the topic of romance: bro that was underwhelming. no, genuinely. you know when romance picked up a bit? after the point of no return. i heard maybe two lines of companion banter about it before that. maybe i missed something which i honestly doubt, but romance did not play much of a role in lucanis's storyline. i saved his grandmother as he wished me to (and if you read tevinter nights you know she was rather abusive and their relationship not the healthiest) and told him to focus on his family. a reunified family my rook wasn't even introduced to as a partner at the end of all that.

really, do not buy this game if you're only in it for the romances. others might be better, lucanis's basically gave me nothing. except for an outing (the second coffee date i had with him, it was getting repetitive) all of it played out once i committed to the final quest. the sex scene was a fade to black. annoyingly right after davrin died. if you're looking for well paced and good spice, pick up something else. the sweet talk and the final goodbye were nice though.

for all the good the ever-presence of gender identity does, it is brought up in such a disruptive manner too. it doesn't even play out naturally if you CHOOSE the lines that are meant to be said. hearing the words trans and non-binary in this setting doesn't feel right, and i'm saying this as a trans guy. i think it could have been handled more gracefully. the amount of times my rook went "i'm a MAN" as if he's about to start drumming on his chest and roaring any second now got super nerve-grating. "i'm so glad you're into me... the me who is trans. remember?" just. tell me one trans person who'd talk like that to a person they've grown close with and are trying to romance. this game doesn't handle sexuality well, so all this hey my body might not look like the way you're expecting it to look talk amounts to nothing anyway. i feel about this the way i feel about krem: this is partial exposition to trans experiences... packaged up for cis consumption. the ONLY exception to that is interacting with taash. holy shit was all of that heartwarming and bro did it feel good and natural to talk to them about theirs and rook's gender.

rivain and nevarra are new locations added by veilguard. they're also incredibly underwhelming, small and constricted maps. rivain is a coastline with a few ruins. the hall of valor is a partial ruin nestled into a cave on a beach, with a fighting pit. isabela is there in her skimpy outfit commentating your pit fights. that's it. i'm sorry if you were looking for a bustling pirate cove or whatever. you're not gonna get it. the nevarran crypts btw are a long ass dungeon crawl. that's it.

speaking of maps. i thought people were being dramatic when they said you're gonna be fighting the same enemies on them again and again. i thought they were figure of speeching it. they're not. you WILL fight the same amount of enemies. in the same spot. every time you reload the map. best to stay on a map and clear out the enemies and do as much questing on that map as you can before leaving, because you WILL have to do it all over again once you return.

the three choices i made for my inquisitor didn't matter lol she didn't have to face solas and therefore couldn't stop him at any cost as she had sworn (maybe because my rook tricked solas into binding himself to the veil, there was also an option to fight him. would she have stepped in? who knows). blackwall wasn't mentioned. and either her using a small amount of her forces in the final fight was the reason the civilians of minrathous fared so well..... or it just didn't matter. ultimately i think she had very little impact on anything

[sonics-left-shoe]

Tired of living in a period of enabled overconsumption and the quality of everything being replaced for cheaper alternatives with only higher prices. Tired of corporations being able to get away with selling products that won't last. Tired of unnecessary mass manufacturing. Tired of trends and impulsive purchases being encouraged by companies. Tired of celebrities being worshipped whilst they help destroy the environment. Tired of micro transactions and blatantly invasive advertisements everywhere. Tired of false advertisement, misinformation and clickbait being normalised. Tired of corporate fear mongering and blatant disregard of human livelihoods.

I'm so tired of all the wastefulness and cruelty and how corporations can just get away with it.

[iniziare]

"———Oh no, no, no," came in instant proclamation at the lightest inclination towards it. Like a lioness protecting its cub with unparalleled ferocity. "The mustache stays untouched. It is not a playground for anyone's... fingers, or antics. It’s a matter of principle. —— And vanity. Mostly vanity." There was no no retreat to catch his feet, no hesitation in his disposition, simply a warning, only slightly dipped in dramatics. "One wrong move, and I'll be left resembling some hapless scholar attempting to grow a beard. You know, the type whose facial hair sprouts like a patchwork quilt— entirely uneven, sparse, and frankly, inherently tragic. Not a look I’ve ever cared to revisit. Besides, I rather like to think I've evolved beyond that stage. And I'm sure you wouldn't want to bear witness to the aftermath. Dreadful, really."

Starter call: Dorian // @enregards

[tinyspringtrap]

I've gotten some pretty funny matchups during this event so far, the mental images they elicit bring me a lot more joy than they probably should

[itlswhatltls]

Had laporta respected his initial wishes and this wouldn't be happening... fucking hell

[woundedheartwithin]

I didn’t expect the thing to help me out of my depressive episode to be BTS reels but here we fucking are

[girls-and-honey]

btw it's very healthy and correct to have spontaneous dance parties in your living room. kitchen too. even the hallway

[cinnamongay]

at least we have sunsets 😔✊

[ivorydragoness44]

A happy new year to you all 🎉

[mystiika]

garrick tag drop

[exhaled-spirals]

« When I think back on the year 1915, it seems to me that I still hear my friends tell me despondently: "I can't think of anything else! I can't read, I can't work, or find useful distractions (...), I only ruminate about our times, incessantly, until I'm nauseated (...). I've just had two hours of liberty—there was a time when I would have offered them to Tolstoy or Pascal. Today I read about [the war], or European colonial methods; issues that are entirely beyond my reach, but how to think of anything else?"

And perhaps we shouldn't strive to think of anything else; the point is not to turn our backs on our times, but to consider them calmly and thoughtfully. (...) It may be that the philosophy which absorbs you leaves no room for indulgence. Perhaps you feel yourself full of bitterness and rancour towards your fellow men, perhaps you have made up your mind to see in their activities nothing but greed and selfishness. (...) Do not be too eager to prove yourself right! Above everything, do not rejoice in being right in so dismal a fashion. (...) My only ambition is to beg the world to look for anything which can lighten the present and future distress of mankind, to find what interests the soul in a life burdened with troubles and disillusionments, to honour more than ever the faithful and imperishable resources of our inner life. (...)

The storm rages on, the events escalate, worsen, never cease. Never have they seemed more complex, more severe, more demanding. More dangerous. Wherever we turn, an opinion holds up its head and vehemently solicits our belief. (...) Our convictions, our certainties, are at each other's throats. (...) Yet mankind, even in these terrible hours, is only seeking happiness. Men have set off to conquer happiness, clutching in their hands the tools which will forever destroy it. (...) The wrong direction the world has taken is so obvious, so cruel, so vast (...)

Regardless, I would suggest not to lose hope—so long as a single wallflower still opens, in April, over the ruins of the world. Like algae, like mosses, like these laborious lichens which attach to the very ruins their infinite need for happiness, we will find joy in our present affliction and we will grow it, like a wind-battered plant in the parched soil of a wilted world. »

— Georges Duhamel, La Possession du monde (translation mine) Written in 1917 as he worked as an army surgeon.

[paladin-panoply-of-pax]

“Use your gifts and your talents to greatest possible effect while you can. Spread joy wherever possible. Laugh at jokes. Tell jokes. Make puns and bugger the embuggerances. Read books. Read my books. You might like them. You might find something else you like even more than them. Look for these things in life.

Question authority. Champion good causes. Speak out against injustice. Do not tolerate bullies or bigots or racists or anti-intellectuals or the narrow-minded. Use your education to challenge them. Broaden their perspectives. Make the world you interface with a happier place.

These are your choices. Choices you have been fortunate to have been given, so don’t waste them while you have them. Don’t look back in years to come and wish you had grasped a fleeting opportunity. Grasp it now with both hands, Live. Strive. Love.”

from A Little Advice for Life taken from ‘Terry Pratchett: from birth to death, a writer.’

—Sir Terry Pratchett; April 28, 1948 – March 12, 2015

One of the greatest compliments I've ever received is that I resemble Sam Vimes.

Mind how you go.

[xhyjin]

husband toji! who would try his best to spoil you, even when he’s struggling financially. you want a romantic getaway? don’t worry, because he’s already saving up, cutting corners wherever he can, just to see the joy on your face when he surprises you with the trip of your dreams.

husband toji! he isn’t the most romantic man, but he tries his best. when he notices the small smile on your face as you watch a man surprise his partner with flowers hidden behind his back, he makes a mental note. the next time he’s away on a mission that lasts too long, he shows up at your door with a slightly crumpled bouquet in hand, looking a little awkward but secretly proud when he sees your face light up.

husband toji! who loves when you fall asleep on him—not just because he enjoys running his fingers through your hair as you rest on his chest, but also because it’s the perfect opportunity to snap a picture of the two of you. with a smirk on his face in the photo, he sends it to shiu with the caption, “bet you don’t have a cutie laying on you right now.” it always earns him an immediate middle-finger reply from shiu, which only makes his grin wider.

husband toji! who never expected to find himself in this position again—so lovestruck and soft for you that it sometimes scares him. he’s torn between wanting to bare his soul to you and protect you from the weight of his past. he doesn’t know if he should tell you about his late wife and the son he left behind, afraid it might change the way you see him, but also yearning for you to understand the parts of him he’s kept hidden for so long.

husband toji! who knows it’s wrong, knows he should let you be independent, but he can’t help himself. when you think he’s at work, he’s actually following you from a distance, keeping an eye on you to make sure you’re safe. the guilt of shadowing you like a stalker eats at him, but the thought of failing to protect you is even worse. so, he watches quietly, torn between trusting the world and trusting only himself to keep you safe.

husband toji! who finds himself spending money on “useless” and “childish” things like cute plushies or clothes simply because they remind him of you. he’ll grumble about it under his breath, but the moment he sees your delighted smile when he gives them to you, he knows it’s worth every penny.

husband toji! who doesn’t prepare for missions by training or strategizing beforehand, but by taking a long shower using your body wash, your shampoo, your conditioner, and your lotion—anything that smells like you. he sprays your perfume all over his body and clothes, not caring if anyone (shiu) questions why he smells so feminine and sweet. the comforting scent of you clings to him like a shield, grounding him when he’s away and reminding him of the warmth waiting for him at home.

husband toji! who secretly adores when you ask for his help with the little things. need help putting on your necklace for date night? he’s already behind you, gently moving your hair aside, his fingers brushing your skin as he clasps it on, all while staring at you lovingly through the mirror. need help opening a jar? don’t worry—he’s leaning over you in an instant, taking the jar from your delicate hands and twisting it open with ease. before you can thank him, he dips a finger into the jam, tastes it, and smirks, “almost as sweet as you,” he whispers in your ear, walking away just as he catches the sight of your flustered reflection in the marble counter.

husband toji! who sometimes forgets the strength of his own body, so he’s always extra, extra gentle with you. whether it’s holding your hand, pulling you into a hug, or brushing a strand of hair from your face, he moves with deliberate care, afraid of even the slightest chance of hurting you. his touch, though strong, always feels like the softest embrace, as if he’s protecting something he treasures more than anything.

husband toji! who picks up your hobbies just to have more in common with you, even if they’re things he never imagined himself doing—like painting, baking, or knitting. at first, he fumbles awkwardly, grumbling about how “this isn’t his thing,” but before long, he finds himself enjoying it more than he expected. the real joy, though, comes from seeing your excitement as you share these moments together, making him realize he’d try anything if it meant spending more time with you.

husband toji! who, after a gut-wrenching moment during one of his missions, realizes he doesn’t want to do it anymore. he doesn’t want to risk his life when all he wants is to spend it with you. knowing it’ll be hard to convince shiu, he brings you along under the pretense that you’re just meeting his friend. as you take a seat beside him, your face glowing with excitement at finally meeting one of his friends, toji and shiu sit across and beside you, their expressions serious as they speak in coded phrases to keep you blissfully unaware of toji’s real job. toji glances at you, his heart softening at your smile, and silently vows to make his case to shiu—because you’re his reason to walk away from it all.

husband toji! who will gladly hold your purse without hesitation when it keeps slipping off your shoulder, or carry your heels in one hand while giving you his slippers to wear, walking barefoot himself without a second thought. he doesn’t care about the stares or the inconvenience—your comfort is all that matters to him, and he’d do anything to make sure you’re at ease.

husband toji! whose favorite hobby, out of all the ones he picked up from you, is coming home to find you asleep on his side of the bed, wearing his tee and boxers, clutching his pillow to your chest. he gently removes the pillow, replacing it with himself as he slides into bed, pulling you close. with his arms around you, he kisses your forehead and whispers softly in your ear how grateful he is for you and how deeply he loves you, even if you can only hear him in your dreams.

[saisiprincessa]

٭ To be a god is to be beautiful ٭

manifestation and shifting vaunt

Finding out about the law and shifting is the best thing that has happened to me, it has made me so so beautiful. With my touch all realities that i create become perfect. I can experience multiple cultures meet so many people be loved by many and love many. I’m so branched out like a tree of life.

So many people complain about life being so short and limited and not being able to do so many things at once but I can’t relate. I can go anywhere do anything and bring so much love and light with me wherever I go. I can create and destroy anything I want. There is no circumstance that is too much for me the moment I want something it becomes mine. The void is my playground and because of that I have so much access to so many places, people and so many lives to live. So much love to give and so much light to bring to every desire I touch. I get to feel so much.

My presence is a glow—soft yet commanding, radiant yet undeniable. People feel it before they see me, the warmth, the love, the light I bring with every step. I am a goddess, a creator of harmony and joy, effortlessly weaving magic into the lives of those around me. My power isn’t just in my beauty, though that’s undeniable; it’s in my energy, my ability to inspire, to heal, to remind every one of their own inner divinity. When I speak, the world listens. Love isn’t just something I give—it’s who I am. I am everything.

I am limitless. There is nothing I desire that doesn’t bend to my will, no dream too bold or impossible, no circumstance that holds me hostage, I am so beautiful and so free. The void itself answers me, a canvas where I paint my reality with the colors of my imagination. I manifest abundance, luxury, and joy as effortlessly as I breathe. Life is perfect not because of chance but because I make it so. Every moment is a testament to my power, every day a masterpiece of my own design. I am untouchable, unstoppable, and utterly divine, living proof that perfection isn’t a myth—it’s a choice I make every single day.

My life doesn’t have just one path, this is only the beginning and i’m so so excited about my beautiful life. I am the writer and illustrator of my the world is canvas that I can paint and gosh, do I paint beautifully.

this is one of my favourite vaunts ever, i hope you enjoy my gods and goddesses 💋

[s6daz]

♰ sevika x f!reader ִ⊹ ࣪ ˖

cw: headcanons of boxer sevika, some fluff(?, sevika is affectionate w/ the reader

note: a boxing sevika has been floating around in my head for days... i finally did something

sevika boxer where she has a feared reputation in the ring, but outside of it she is so sweet with you, giving you things, telling you words of affirmation and affection –even if it costs her a little–, physical contact and the best thing she does are actions. of service, her will always do little things for you even if they are so minimal that you don't even notice them.

sevika boxer who always comes home, her knuckles are bruised and you always offer to bandage them, although at first she was reluctant for you to take care of her in that way because for her it was a weak act on her part, now she enjoys these little moments where you are so attentive to her and her discomforts.

sevika boxer who when she is in a fight, knows exactly where you are in the audience and hearing you shouting for her fills her with joy. it's like your words are her second breath.

sevika boxer who always seeks your opinion about her performance, no matter how minor it may be, she will always want to know what you think because your validation of her work is more important than any trophy she can win.

sevika boxer who loves having you accompany her to the gym, even if it's just to watch her, she knows that you are there for her and that gives her enough motivation to do her entire routine perfectly.

sevika boxer who is jealous, especially when someone at the gym or at the special events in which you accompany her stares at you too much, although she does not make scenes, her withering gaze makes her intentions clear.

sevika boxer who after a victory her first thought is to celebrate with you. will invite you to dinner –wherever you want– ensuring that the night is special for both of you.

or when she loses, she needs time to process it, but she knows that she will always find comfort in your arms. only you can remind she that the best ones lose and that despite that they are still incredible.

sevika boxer where if she has to go fight in another city and can't take you, she will always call you before going to sleep, even if it's late. she never forgets to remind you how much she misses you and how much she needs your support.

sevika boxer where sometimes in a really exhausting fight, she asks you to let her lay her head on your lap while you caress her hair until she falls fast asleep with your heat.

sevika boxer who is terrible at giving gifts but makes up for it by making you something handmade, like leather bracelets with her initials engraved on them: "i'm not very creative, but at least I know how to use these hands, do you like it?"

sevika boxer who hears your jokes about her unfriendly face, but you always remind her that she is your "sweet big girl" when you are both alone. although she growls she can't help but smile at your cute nickname.

sevika boxer that if you ever get sick, she will stay with you and take care of you as if she were your personal nurse, even if she does it terribly "i'm not good at this... at least I'm trying, right?"