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I’ve been catching up on early TFA, I’m on Chapter 3. I saw that TFA is in reference to the book by Chinua Achebe. I don’t know how I didn’t connect it sooner, but that book is one of my favorites. I wrote a paper on the parallelism between the fall of Okonkwo and the Igbo culture through colonization. I never hear anyone talking about the book; Achebe is such an amazing writer, and I’m so glad to be reminded of it. I just bought the book on my Kindle to reread since it’s been so long. Would love to pick your brain on book recommendations!!
OMG, friend... I am super annoying about literature and am forever down for book recs, in fact, look where the book landed
*kicking my feet*
Achebe is incredible AND I believe this should be among the classics. It was required reading for me too but I lost my mind and read it about 3 more times and bought 2 more copies. I truly think its an allegory for life in many ways. For the purposes of a sims story, I used the title very literally in that things will fall apart... but then what? In Okonkwo's case, it was met with violence, intense anger. You'll see that play out as the story progresses. I think you just gave me the bug to read it again, thank you friend!
#fun fact: i have a massive book collection#that is never massive enough lol#story stuff#its also the title of my favorite album
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𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧
𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚔𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚑, 𝚊𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖, 𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚝𝚘,
𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚢
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓 - 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟶
this is literally such a massive crack fic 😭 please don't take this seriously
𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 : ̗̀➛ you were going out christmas shopping, passing the time while he was out with friends, but you weren’t expecting such an important phone call.
☕🤍🌿 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 ! 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 ! ☕🤍🌿
₊˚⊹♡ 𝙠𝙖��𝙚𝙝
Being a famous architect meant a busy life, and Kaveh relishes drinking nights with the boys.
It’s the holidays, which means many intense matches of TCG and glasses of wine at Cyno’s place. Of course, Kaveh feels the all too familiar dizziness in no time, paying it no mind as he comes back to playing TCG.
The focus is too short, for his mind for some reason wanders to you, only the most beautiful one he’s ever laid his eyes on. Alhaitham and Kaveh have you to thank, being their mediator all these years. If there’s one thing he tries so hard to stifle, it’s all the things he loves about you.
However, an artist cannot even be able to hide his admiration, especially when drunk.
“I miss her.” Kaveh goes before the boys collectively groan. Cyno and Tighnari have heard this at least once every time they play cards. In fact, Kaveh’s personal qualms with his feelings are always making a cameo in the otherwise fun boys nights that happen after work.
Kaveh would drone about you, going on and on, and on and on and-
They know about you, their dear friend, through Kaveh’s lenses, and possibly a little too much about what he thinks about you, whether it be about your habits that he finds cute, the type of foods you like, or the way you just…exist?
“You know, if you miss her that much, why don’t you call her?” Alhaitham retorts with a roll of his eyes, causing Tighnari and Cyno to snicker before it suddenly stops. Kaveh with a pout, calls you with his phone on speaker, totally forgetting you were out Christmas shopping. They cannot help but stay quiet when you pick up, hearing the rattling of items in the distance, their gifts possibly.
“Hello? Kaveh?” Your voice asks through the speaker, your panting heard from all the walking you’ve been doing from running errands all day. The boys see Kaveh smile at the mere sound.
“Heyyyyy!” He drunkenly responds, slouched now on the table, TCG cards in his hands now forgotten and your conversation with him his only focus. Tighnari doesn’t want to feel like he’s intruding, stepping out of the living room into the kitchen with Cyno trailing behind him, suddenly needing some more of that dinner they had. Alhaitham merely puts his soundproof earpieces back on, too lazy to really wander much else as he pulls out his book.
“Kaveh, what’d you call me for?” You ask, noting his rather peppy demeanor. “Nothing, just miss you.” Kaveh mumbles into his phone, making you laugh. He’s clearly drunk, and you spot it right away. There’s just quiet from his end as you mumble to yourself, trying to keep your shopping list up to date as you wander aisle by aisle. On Kaveh’s end, your adorable little grunts are getting to him, poor you are unknowing of what thoughts you are exactly leaving him to imagine.
“Hnghhhh,” Kaveh groans, making you get startled from your intense focus on the aisle you were looking for the next item on. “Kaveh?” You ask, wondering if he’s maybe feeling like throwing up.
“Do you even know how you sound right now?” He asks you, as though it’s a dire emergency, one that means you must know how much suffering you are putting him through, how much you have been putting him through.
“Huh?!” Your startled voice is heard saying in response, making him scoff.
“You cannot be on the phone with me then be making these hot noises, right?” He starts, but then he gives you no room to respond, now droning on about you to…you. “Working so hard for everyone, unknowing of how many times I just want to hug you from behind and even plant some little kisses on your neck. You don’t know that, huh? Of course you don’t! You don’t even know how hic how gorgeous you are! You don’t even know how HOT you can hic be! Welllllll listennnn, I will tell you! Why? Because I’ve been thinking about this for soooo long, and you don’t even know! Put me out of this misery! Tell me you love me the way I do, pleaseeeeee!”
Unfortunately for Kaveh, his friends quickly grab the phone and hang it up on his behalf, concerned for the flushed blond that was currently drunk, slumped over still as he practically whines and cries for you. That’s definitely going to be quite the conversation you two will have upon seeing each other.
₊˚⊹♡ 𝙖𝙡𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙢
Let’s face it. Alhaitham really wouldn’t want to be drunk with a group of people. He’ll do it, but he won’t be happy about it all too much. He’d rather be by himself as he sips on the best of wines that the place offers. So when he’s dragged to go to a holiday party for the Akademiya, he’s rather cranky. He hears about your whereabouts not from you, but from your coworkers in the venue. “Where’s Y/N?” “Oh, she said she couldn’t go. Sad, really. Would have wanted to see her. I forgot why she said she couldn’t though.”
It makes his brows rise, and he decides to go to a corner, grab his phone from his pocket, and call you up. Now, you and Alhaitham were a pair of people that no one really knew could get along so well. If people heard, they’d think you were merely tolerating the scribe, but little did they realize that a little bit of academic talk can get you far with Alhaitham. As long as you are open to expanding the horizon of knowledge, you can be some…adequate company to Alhaitham.
So you, being adequate company, bring delight to the otherwise cranky man when you answer the phone. “Hey!” You chirp from the phone, and he immediately notes that you sound just fine. As relieved as he is to know you don’t sound sick or in discomfort, he is just as curious as to why you are not at the Akademiya’s holiday party.
“You’re not coming tonight?” He asks, going straight to the point, only to hear you laugh in embarrassment. “I don’t like those kinds of things. I don’t like having to kiss ass for a few hours, so I decided to just…do something else,” he hears you say, to which he thinks is valid. Now he cannot help but feel stupid even being here while you, a well-respected scholar, were out doing something else. Though his reasons for coming here were valid (assessing where some scholars were at for their research proposals so he can get out of work early in the next coming month), he felt this pull. He swirls the newly poured cup of wine in his hand with scrunched brows, silent for a few seconds on the line.
“What are you up to then that’s much more worthwhile?” He asks. “Christmas shopping.” You respond simply, Alhaitham being able to hear the tone of happiness in your voice from your own answer. He cannot help but feel the corner of his mouth twitch upward, speaking only when you ask him back what he was up to. “Thinking about tagging along with you in that shopping idea. Maybe it’ll be a way out.”
“Maybe you can come with me!” You chirp. “I’m getting a little treat for my co-workers in bulk. Would you like to tag along? I am barely leaving my place.”
The fact you offer makes him want to melt, and he promptly tells you yes. A time and place to meet was set before you two hung up. Upon finishing the call, he drinks his glass of wine quickly before putting it down and leaving without anyone else knowing.
For all you know, you’re dragging the scribe throughout the shops, getting your needed goodies for your co-workers swiftly before hauling over a bottle of wine and a pack of seltzers home. It brings you to him being in your place, drinking with you as you both down a simple meal. Alhaitham finds your lively energy to be something he cannot help but marvel at, never once finding your company to be of nuisance. In fact, he secretly wishes you asked for him more, but he’s happy with the way things have been looking, especially tonight.
He cannot help but look at you in silence rather than the movie you bring up to watch, seeing your eyes have this glow to them as you quickly immerse yourself in the holiday spirit. He could tell you were a little more drunk than him, seeing the flush on your face as he went ahead and placed a blanket on your lap for warmth. Though, he’s more surprised when you cuddle up against him, and he has to rationalize his own thoughts to prevent them from wandering elsewhere.
“You’ve been looking at me.” You murmur, your cheek squished against his arm as your eyes remain on the movie. “Why?” You ask, laughing. “Can’t I look at what I find more appealing?” He teases back, not realizing he’s not that far from being as buzzed as you. No social inhibitions were seen tonight, the two of you being a little more witty in your banter, slowly creeping into rather flirtatious remarks.
“You know…I really wouldn’t be going out of my way for some people, let alone to shop and drink with them. You know that, right?” His whispers fall into your ears, making you laugh giddily in response. You can feel him smile into your skin too, the two of you having gotten close in proximity. “I know. I also tested the waters out tonight, inviting you out. I’m glad you found it worthwhile to go.” You whisper back, your inner thoughts of the whole evening now on full display. You know you two would at the very least remember this conversation tomorrow, but you couldn’t see yourself staying awake within the next ten minutes.
Alhaitham was already one step ahead of you, carrying you gently to the bed while the movie was left playing. He cannot help but snicker a bit as he tucks you in bed, hearing you protest, begging him not to go.
“I’ll sleep on the couch tonight. In case you get any other ideas the next morning.” He chuckles, but alas, your eyes have already begun to close. Alhaitham finds himself smiling fully, taking a quick second to look at the way you slept before closing the door. “So stupid.” Whether that alluded to your drunken antics or the way he easily had fallen for your charms, that’s for him to decide tomorrow.
₊˚⊹♡ 𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙩𝙤
One would think that the Yashiro Commissioner would be rather great at handling himself with some liquor, and they’re right. It would be safe to say that liquor may as well be akin to some liquid luck for Ayato, and that drinking some would make him a lot more proficient in the art of persuasion and rhetoric. Perhaps that is why he is so keen on having his retainers passing around several drinks to the people he meets with, or why he prefers some social gatherings when getting through to some distinguished people for some proposals.
With his friends, however? The heightened skill in rhetoric is definitely targeted towards someone else–you.
You have been a childhood friend of Ayato and Ayaka, being older than the latter and being a bit younger than the former. Even Ayaka saw you akin to an older sister, constantly finding a friend in you and another close confidant like her brother. It doesn’t change even as you three have grown into your own people, still managing to spend the holidays together. However, you lose track of time because of how busy your life has been, rendering you into forgetting what time it was or what day it was.
It leads you to your phone ringing as you shop for the last of your gifts, meant for the Kamisato siblings and Thoma, hauling the last few items into your cart. “Hello?” You ask into the phone, seeming happy by the man who called you to begin with.
“Where are you?” Ayato’s voice comes in, rather concerned, making you raise your brows. “I’m Christmas shopping!” You tell him back with a giggle, as if it was a pretty wild way to speak to you. However, Ayato even finds it wild himself that you said this so nonchalantly. “Uhhh, Y/N?” He starts, his eyes darting to Thoma and Ayaka with a dumbfounded stare, the hot pot boiling on the table between them. Thoma couldn’t help but laugh at how dazed you sounded from it all. “Y/N, do you know what day it is?” You hear Ayato ask. “December 22. Why?” You ask, genuinely confused with your best friend throwing in a sense of urgency into the call. “Y/N…It’s December 23. You know. Hot pot night?” Ayato finally lays the truth of the matter out to you, and you immediately feel your eyes wanting to fall out of its sockets.
“Oh shit.” He hears you say to the phone, only to shake his head fondly at your own slip up. “Don’t worry. I’ll come get you myself.” He says, and he does, deciding to pick you up from your place once you’re fully situated. Of course it’s met with a whole plethora of apologies from you, to which he reassures you that no harm was done. Alas, you’re back in the Kamisato home, full of the presents that you had wrapped in quite the hurry before Ayato picked you up, and the party between you four is now in full swing.
With the hot pot game full of disgusting ingredients to start, then a beautiful little feast laid out for you all to eat afterward, it was a blast. However, when liquor is mentioned, it’s all a game changer. The four of you, normally composed and refined, were now acting a lot more youthful and more in tune to your spirits. It was relieving and liberating, with you four now being loud and letting music blast from the speakers as you all drunkenly sing. It is when Thoma decides to want to beat Ayaka at a game of Super Smash Bros that you and your best friend get some time to yourselves.
This year, he decides to usher you to his room, a drink in his hand and your hand in the other, letting you take a seat on the edge of his bed as he digs through his desk amongst all the papers to find the very gift he had saved up for you. Yes, the gift exchange was way past you all, but this final gift he wished to give you alone.
“Open it,” He beckons with a smile, his violet eyes friendly and tender despite his buzzed state. “It’s for you after all.” And you do, carefully tearing through the wrapping paper after putting down your own drink to be able to hack away at the present. You cannot help but gasp, the shining silvery necklace that was so simple yet its gems shine in the moon’s glow. Of course, he helps you put it on you, but afterwards he’s met by your embrace.
After some laughs, he’s got you on his lap, the two of you basking in one another’s presence as your gazes with one another linger just a second longer than necessary.
“Hey, you,” You laugh with a giddy grin. “Hey, you.” Ayato greets back with a chuckle. You two couldn’t even bring yourselves to pull away from this already close embrace, Ayato rocking you slightly back and forth. Was it the drinks, or his need to keep you in his arms? He doesn’t know. Same goes to you: was it the drinks or was it you trying to commit this gaze that’s directed towards you to memory? You don’t know either. You cannot help but find this funny.
“Do you have a map or something? I just got lost in your eyes.” You snort, surprised to hear him respond with not only a chuckle, but something else in return. “I believe we are in a museum of sorts, for you are truly a work of art.”
You wanted to keep this battle of cheesy pick up lines up, wanted to play with the flame that begs to ignite, but neither of you realize that Ayato is slowly and comically bringing you to the soft mattress of the bed, feeling heavier by the second by the way your form leans against him, your words slowly becoming slurred. Before you know it, the two of you are asleep, snoring with your mouths slightly open.
The next time you opened your eyes, the sun was peeking through the drapes, a soft breeze making its way inside. While your head begins to feel like a bowling ball, you hear the sound of footsteps walking in, your eyes meeting the familiar pair of violet orbs and a soft smile. You are reminded of the cringy exchange of words you two have made last night, and you immediately feel like you’d benefit from hiding in the bed.
“Oh, don’t do that,” Ayato chuckles softly. “How else can I give you water and painkillers?”
“No, I’m okay!” You quip back from under the covers. “Oh? You look like you’re suffering! Poor thing. Was it the hangover or…something else?” He questions, finding you still amusing while your form squirms in outright embarrassment. He knew what it was of course, and the fact that he can makes you embarrassed and fearful of what the result will be.
He wants to just make you look him in the eyes as he tells you how his heart aches in the best of ways since you’ve picked up some sakura petals just for him when you were younger. He wants to tell you so bad how watching you just spout out the most random pick up lines to him while he rocked you idly back and forth was the highlight of his night. He wants you to just look at him. So, he thinks of something quickly. He sits on the edge of the bed and lightly and playfully knocks on the blanket as though asking for entry amidst your whining.
“May I crawl inside? I’d like to say some lines of my own.”
₊˚⊹♡ 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮
There is a reason why Wriothesley will always prefer tea over alcohol. Wriothesley and alcohol? They don’t mix together.
The man was out with friends this time, going straight from work to the bar and grill. The holiday bustle was also rampant inside the place, the place rowdy as everyone caught up with their own groups or partners. Pleasantries have been far past Wriothesley and his friends, the group now fixating between their conversations and the TV that showcased a boxing match.
Beers were passed out, the boys having a great time and becoming more rowdy by the second. When the match dulls midway, the boys set their focus on catching up. As always, the question arrives to the singles: “do you have someone?” Wriothesley was not even aware of how flushed he’s become, how everything around him just fades and he just mindlessly stares at nothing.
“Wrio? You good?” One friend asks. “Hm? Y-Yeah.” He murmurs back, coughing to himself as he takes out his phone from his pocket without a second thought. As some boys pry into each other’s love lives, Wriothesley finds himself just scrolling in the photos app, looking at his camera roll. He doesn’t realize it, but his eyes fixate on any photos with you in it an extra second or two than needed.
His apparent boredom is not lost on his friends though, seeing the usually intimidating yet tranquil Duke just outright pouting as his thumb scrolls through picture after picture. First, it was the camera roll, then it was your instagram. The man was clearly still whipped for you, and it made all the guys snicker.
“Hey, Wrio, how’s you and that person? Uh…Y/N, was it?” One of his friends asked.
“She’s being awful!” He grumbled, chugging more of his beer from his pint glass. This would have made everyone a bit nervous, if it wasn’t for the whine that comes from his lips. Ah, his friends gave Wriothesley the room to talk, and they’d hear all of it.
“She doesn’t even realize how beautiful she is. I mean look at her!” Wriothesley scoffs, showing off the beautiful picture of you in your most recent post on Instagram. No one is even allowed an opportunity to chime in, nor are they able to wrap their heads around how animated the Duke was at the mere mention of you.
As far as his friends know, he’s been pining for you for years, feeling frustrated by the idea that Wriothesley didn’t even act on his feelings. Still, this was no less entertaining, seeing him so personal. Too personal.
Amused, a friend decides to call you in the middle of his monologue, grinning when your face pops up on the screen. It’s clear you were shopping for decorations, the Christmas aisle already a dead giveaway of your whereabouts.
“Hey!” You chirp, “What’s up?” You say. His friend just points to a direction before flipping the camera to show the ever so whiny Wriothesley, hearing him raise his voice in the loud music and the loud cheers from those watching the boxing match.
“OOH! The things I’d do to her…” Wriothesley groans, with you seeing his cheeks flushed from the alcohol. You clasped your hand over your mouth in shock, your eyes widening as he just rambled…about you. To his friends, he was practically unrecognizable, watching the man run his hand through his hair at the mere frustration.
“Hate how flirty she gets, trying to get a rise out of me. You know? She just likes to get under my skin, guys. And you know what? I don’t even give her an ounce of how I feel about it, but it really just makes me wanna grab her and kiss her to shut her up. I wanna just…grab that pretty face.”
He’s practically making grabby hands, as though you were right there at the bar and grill in arm’s reach, close to cupping your face. “Just grab that pretty face and make her shut up in real time. She’d like that…yeah, she would. She’s always just prodding and telling me ‘ohhh, how nice it would be to just be kissed like that’, as if I’m not in front of her just…waiting for her to give me that chance. Gonna make a guy beg, huh?”
Everyone is just stunned, some are laughing hysterically at how vocal he gets, how Wriothesley just shakes from frustration and how his eyes are practically pleading. You’re in hysterics on your end of the call too, trying to conceal your laughter for the sake of courtesy. Though, your mutual friend on the other line just looks at you in a puzzled manner, surprised you took this oddly well after all the lewd things he’s said about you.
“Just give Wrio the phone.” You tell him, waiting till the phone gets passed to the man himself.
“OH! It’s you! Hey, babe!” Wriothesley practically exclaims, his eyes lighting up at the sound and sight of you, his beloved girlfriend.
His friend turned girlfriend.
All his friends’ eyes just widen at the nonchalant manner in which he hurls the affectionate term.
“Gees, baby, one beer too much?” You ask with a smile.
Baby?!
Wriothesley has so much explaining to do.
#akane writes#kaveh x reader#alhaitham x reader#kamisato ayato x reader#wriothesley x reader#genshin impact#genshin fanfic#genshin fluff#kaveh#alhaitham#kamisato ayato#wriothesley
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Before I Knew [Jake Seresin x Reader] Chapter Two
A Jake Seresin unexpected pregnancy fic
Overview: On your first night after moving to San Diego to spend more time with your brother Bob, you unknowingly have a one night stand with his teammate Jake Seresin. For the first time in his whole life, Bob has a closely knit friend group and you’re desperate not to rock the boat. But an unexpected and unplanned pregnancy upends your world, forcing you and Jake closer together, against Bob’s wishes. What will happen when you find yourself actually falling for the father of your unborn child?
Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader; Bob Floyd x Sister!Reader
Warnings: Pregnancy, cursing, eventual smut, alcohol
Chapter summary: Y/N tries to get her life together but finding a job proves to be difficult. So difficult that when Jake catches her in a weak spot at the Hard Deck the two reconnect behind closed doors; Y/N gets a massive surprise that threatens to change everything
Masterlist here; previous chapter here
You were late.
Which was abnormal, because the only thing that was timely about you was the fact that you got your period on the same day every single month. It was the one thing you could count on in a world that was constantly in flux.
This time, you were late. Three weeks late, to be exact.
One Week Before
You weren’t sure what you had expected when you booked your flight to San Diego. The last time you and Bob had lived together you were just kids. Back then it had been fighting over the remote and who ate the last frozen waffle.
Bob had always been quiet. Collected. He blended in with the background of things. Whereas you had preferred to be the center of attention, Bob was the wallflower. He carried your plastic pumpkin behind you while trick-or-treating and he was the one to help make scrapbooks for your high school graduation, taking a special weekend leave from the academy just for that.
So it was surprising that almost every moment of Bob’s time was filled. If he wasn’t at North Island training, he was on a smaller mission, gone for a day or two at a time. Whenever he wasn’t flying, he was hanging out with the rest of the daggers. You often woke up and wandered out into the living room to find Bradley sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal, wearing the same clothes as the night before, smiling sheepishly about how he had crashed on the couch.
“I’m sorry,” Bob said, his voice echoing on the phone as you filled a mug with coffee in the kitchen. “I won’t be home until late.”
“You know when I moved here I thought we’d get to spend some time together,” you said. “Instead, I hear from you even less than when I was back home with mom.”
“I’m sorry about that.” You could hear the jet engines roaring in the background. “This weekend. I promise, we can do something fun. The zoo?”
You laughed. “I’m not five anymore, Bobby. You don’t have to plan a fun playdate for me. I just want to spend some quality time together.”
“We will, I promise.” There was a pause. “Ducky, I gotta run, OK. I’ll see you when I get home.” The line went dead. You sighed, picking up your cup of coffee and walking into the living room. You needed to get a job. Pulling up your computer, you flicked over to the LinkedIn tab that was open. Back in Chattanooga, you had spent the year after college aimless. Bartending at night. Taking some classes and studying for the GMAT as you toyed with the idea of business school. But you weren’t really sure what you wanted to do.
You still weren’t sure. That was the part that you had kept from Bob. He was the kind of person who needed a plan. An itinerary. He looked at menus before he even stepped foot in a restaurant. He refused to go somewhere if he didn’t know what the parking situation was. He was by the book. You were anything but.
It was time you grew up a little.
***
By the time Bob got home, the sound of the front door crashing open, you were in bed. Opening one eye, and then another, you waited for the soft footsteps of Bob entering the house. Instead, you heard a gaggle of voices, loud shushes and uncontrolled whispers.
Cracking open the door, you peered down the hallway to where the light was on in the living room. “Bobby?” you called out, stepping onto the carpeted hallway.
“Duck?” It was a slurred whisper. You frowned, rounding the corner into the living room to see Jake supporting Bob as he lowered him down onto the couch.
You rushed over, eyes wide, not even realizing that the hem of your long shirt rode up as you kneeled down in front of the couch where Bob was laid horizontal, one arm hanging off and dragging on the cream carpet. You looked up at Jake accusatorial. “You got him drunk?”
“It was Phoenix,” Jake said, hands in the air. “I swear. I’m just the DD.”
You shook your head. “I’m getting him some water.” Bob started to sit up and you put one hand on his shoulder, shoving him down against the cushion. “Lie down.”
“Bossy,” he groaned, fluttering his eyes closed.
In the kitchen, you ran the tap, seething. Of course Jake had gotten Bob drunk. You barely knew him, but this just proved that you knew enough. His cockiness at the bar that first night had been charming. But you knew from your experience with men that cockiness never aged well.
Jake entered the kitchen, one hand pressed against the doorframe. “Y/N.”
You shook your head, pouring a glass of water. “You can leave.”
“What if I came here to see you?”
“Why the hell would you do that?”
Jake inched closer. “Maybe I thought what we had the other night was pretty great.”
“Weren’t you listening?” you asked, setting the cup down on the counter. “That’s never happening again. In fact, we promised to pretend it never happened. So in my mind, we met for the first time that day at the coffee shop when Bob invited me to meet his friends. That’s the story, Jake. Nothing else.”
“You really think it’ll never happen again?”
Jake was close, the warmth of his body practically heating you through your skin. You had to push away the memory of how his hands felt along your waist, in your hair, his lips on your throat. He was just a guy. There were plenty of other men you could sleep with or date who weren’t part of your brother’s friend group. You owed it to Bob not to get in the way any more than you already had.
Even if Jake was standing in the kitchen looking at you like he wanted to consume you. Even if you felt your legs trembling at the thought of his tongue roaming over your core like it had that night.
You straightened up and looked directly into Jake’s eyes, willing yourself to be difficult. Hard. “I don’t think so,” you whispered. “I know. Now if you don’t mind. I want to get this to Bobby before he pukes on the carpet like a cat.”
You pushed past Jake, heart beating rapidly. A minute later, as you knelt down next to the couch, you heard the gentle clang of the door shutting closed, followed by a car engine roaring to life outside.
Bob was asleep on the couch, glasses askew. You removed them, setting them on the nearby table along with the glass of water. Without thinking, you made your way to the window, peering out from behind the curtains.
Jake was sitting in his truck in the driveway, lights on, but not moving. You pulled the drapes closed, shutting him out.
***
You pressed your forehead against the steering wheel of Bob’s truck and groaned. This was your third interview that you had bombed in as many days. The first had been for a store manager of a women’s boutique on First Ave. The second had been for a barista job and the third for a bartending position on North Island. Bob had been pissed about that third one, but you needed money.
“You have a degree,” Bob argued as you folded a pile of laundry on the floor of the living room. “From a good university. Put it to use, Y/N.”
“Don’t you think I’m trying?” you asked, exasperated. “Nobody wants a fucking history major. It’s not like I’m going to go work for a Big Four or some land developer. These are the kinds of jobs that will hire me.”
“You’re better than all of those,” Bob huffed, standing up and shaking his head. “I’ll find you something.”
“You’re not responsible for me, Bobby,” you argued. “I can take care of myself.”
“Can you?”
His words clung in the air. Heavy, like fat raindrops. Those two words sucked all of the oxygen out of the room, out of your lungs. Just a black hole and you were falling. That’s all you seemed to do lately. Fall. Fail. Flail.
And Bob knew it.
***
“So you’re from Tennessee?” The guy you were talking to stepped in closer, one hand on the wooden bar behind you, practically boxing you in. But he was cute and when he smiled you felt like he was talking to only you.
You nodded. “Moved here last month.”
“So what do you do?”
You hesitated. There was movement on your periphery and then Bob appeared on your right, face hard behind his wire frames. He took one look at Keith, the guy who had bought your last drink, and his lips practically disappeared into his face as they squeezed into such a tight line. “Fuck off,” Bob growled. Keith looked up, terrified. He spotted Bob’s uniform immediately.
“Lieutenant Floyd,” Keith said, straightening.
Bob stepped in closer. He wasn’t as tall as Bradley, or as built as Jake, but he carried a quiet presence that filled a room. It had run off more than one high school boyfriend. Keith looked like the next victim. “Leave,” Bob said and Keith grabbed his beer, scurrying away with nothing more than a grimace.
You turned your gaze, hot, on Bob. “Seriously?”
“A fucking ensign?” Bob asked. “No way. I didn’t bring you here so you could let some random Navy guy in your pants.”
“You didn’t even want to bring me here!” you argued. Bob turned ashen. “I’m only here because you feel bad for me. Poor little Y/N. Has no life, no job, no aspirations. I’m your pathetic little sister. That’s all I’ll ever be to you, isn’t it?”
“Ducky,” he said, face growing softer. “That’s not true.”
“What if it is?” you whispered, pushing yourself up and off of the bar.
“Duck.” Bob’s hand shot out and you flung him off, eyes wide.
Weaving around the bodies that crowded the bar, you skirted the edge of the room, headed for the bathroom. Inside, you put both hands on the sink, letting your head hang low. Just as the tears started to flow, the door opened and you spun around in shock. “Oh!”
Jake stood in the doorway to the single bathroom. “Shit, sorry, the door wasn’t locked.”
“It’s fine.” You turned back around, expecting him to leave.
Instead, you heard the door shut softly, footsteps as Jake stepped near. “Are you OK?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because you’re crying in a dirty bar bathroom.”
You wheeled around. Before you could think, you flung your arms around Jake’s neck, pulling him in close, smashing your lips against his, tasting the beer on his tongue as he walked you back until your hips hit the sink basin, his fingertips tight along your sides. You gasped into his mouth, feeling his lips close around yours, the heat of his hips drilling you back against the counter, his massive muscular arms winding around you, holding you close, the pine scent of his cologne filling your nose as one of his hands threaded into the hair at the back of your head.
Finally, you pulled back, lips puffy and wet, Jake’s green eyes wide, his mouth pink from kissing. His eyes roamed over your face before he stepped back, his hands falling from your waist.
“Shit,” you whispered. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“No, you definitely should have done that.” Jake grinned.
“I have to go,” you murmured, grabbing your purse, trying to skirt around him.
Jake’s hand reached out, stopping you. “Hey,” he whispered. “It’s OK.”
You turned to look at him, eyes filling back with tears. “Nothing is OK,” you replied quietly, one hand on the door, yanking it open. “In case you didn’t realize, Jake, I’m a mess.”
You scrambled out the door and back into the boisterous bar before Jake could say anything else.
***
“Ducky?” Bob’s voice on the other side of the bathroom door was soft. He must have been in the kitchen or living room. “I’m leaving!”
“OK!” you called back, voice too sharp.
There was a pause. And then, “I’ll see you later?”
“Yeah!”
The sound of the front door closing rang out and you sank to the ground, cold tile pressed against your bare feet and the backs of your legs. You could feel your heartbeat thundering in your chest.
You looked down at the pregnancy test grasped between your clammy fingers.
And the pink plus sign staring back at you.
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Hatake Kakashi Headcanons
All right. It's time for some of my husband's headcanons. I consider Kakashi my husband. So I have to make some headcanons for him.
Known
Birthday September 15th
Zodiac Virgo
Height 181 cm
Weight 67.5 kg
Blood type O
Hair color silver/gray
Eye color gray
Missions completed 1,141
197 D
190 C
414 B
298 A
42 S
Fighting
Jutsu: Tai and Nin
Kekkei: Sharingan
Hidden ability: Kamui
Style: Tracking/Assassination specialist
General
This man is an introvert.
Favorite colors: black, grey, green (neutral colors)
Reads Icha Icha in public
Work smarter not harder
Is late to things that aren't important
Sees KIA stone in morning
Appreciates his comrades more than he lets on
If you can't find him, he is reading or working out. Most likely reading.
If you REALLY can't find him, he is trying to hide and keep away from people.
He is straightforward and doesn't beat around the bush. Especially when it is something he likes.
Kakashi does smoke, only when extremely tired and stressed, like after a tough mission. Other than that, he won't smoke.
Will. Do. 400. Crunches. For. The. Fun. Of. It. Basically any kind of exercise for the hell of it.
His spacial awareness is insanely keen.
The moment he walks into a place or room, he already has a plan in case things go awry. He has an exit path separate from the front. He already has tabs on civilians and potential allies. On top of that, he already can sense those who have ill intent.
Plays dumb so he doesn't have to interact or get involved.
Has hyper focused on something and missed a conversation point.
Has fallen out of bed.
Has fallen asleep with his gear on. Basically face plant into his bed the moment he got home. And didn't wake up until 12 hours later to go to the bathroom.
He always throws up an aloof facade so he throws his opponents off. Acting bored or disinterested is the best way to rile up an opponent's anger, which can cause them to lose a fight.
Just the fact he shows up to something or for someone is a big deal. It means he supports them or it is important to him in a way, even if he is forced.
He gets really quiet and withdrawn when tired. Usually his book isn't even out by this point.
He gets more irritable when tired. He tries to keep his comments to himself and mouth shut.
Has massive respect for kunoichi. It isn't easy in the shinobi world and a woman has to be bad ass if they want to achieve recognition.
He is a stickler for teamwork and comradery.
He has a favorite tree he likes to sit in so he can watch over people while he reads.
He has sharp canines.
He has to stop and say hi to every cat and dog he passes. Just a quick pet and small hi.
He talks softly to the cats and dogs he greets, as if they understand him. When they meow or whine back, he will carry on a conversation with them.
Food
Favorite food Miso with Eggplant with salt boiled saury
Can cook
Likes simple meals
Doesn't like sweets
More savory food
Fish, beef, chicken, pork. In that order.
Can handle most spices.
Fast eater
Least favorite anything fried or sweet
Drinks
It is rare, but in the mornings he will have Coffee, Black
Water
Tea
Behavior
Social drinker
Bit of a lightweight
Preferred drinks are Chuhai, grapefruit flavor usually. *Picture reference*
He is a gentleman, walks ladies home at night and makes sure his drunk friends get home.
He will get cats out of trees for civilians.
He will help the elderly with groceries.
Calm, cool, collected.
He is quiet and analytic, he likes to stay in the background and unnoticed. He will step in when he feels like no one will be able to handle the situation.
He is usually reading or day dreaming.
He usually speaks tactfully. But he does say what is on his mind.
Originally, he was strict and by the book. But after Obito's death, he became carefree and prioritized team safety over success of the mission.
He is reluctant to let anyone close to him. He fears losing them.
Modest about his abilities.
Senses
He has a heightened sense of smell and hearing.
He has a sensitive chakra network, able to pick up on people around him and distinguish friend and foe by their chakra signature. (Short range)
Hygiene
Showers at night
Smells like sandalwood and timber, earthy undertone
He brushes his teeth with mint and mouthwash
He shaves every morning.
Comb? What's that? Maybe once a week or so.
Fighting Style
Kakashi uses a ton of kicks to keep opponents at bay from getting too close to him.
INSANE core strength.
Fluid movements.
Constantly adapting to the fight, changing grips and angles of attack.
Will use chakra as a last resort.
Will use Sharingan as the ultimate last resort.
Will prefer to knock out or render unable to move. Will terminate as a last resort or if opponent is known in bingo book.
Has dealt with bingo book individuals before.
He usually waits to strike.
His Anbu training takes over and he strikes fast and lethal over power.
Lots of his fighting is based off Gai.
Kakashi knows the strongest and most powerful muscles in the body are the legs, which is why he uses them.
Sleep
He tends to sleep on his back.
He will wind up on his side.
He is a light sleeper.
Has insomnia.
He does like to nap during the day. Usually in a tree or outside. But he has napped at home.
He sleeps with a kunai under his pillow.
If he can't sleep he will read.
If that doesn't work, he will go for a walk around the village.
He enjoys taking naps with his ninken.
Chakra
First chakra affinity is Lightning
Second is Earth
Can wield all elements due to sharingan
Mental
Has PTSD
Depression
Insomnia, hence naps.
DISSOCIATION
He will have night terrors to the point he will purposely walk around the village to avoid sleep.
Has scrubbed his skin to the point of bleeding so he could get the memory of blood off.
I will post more, but this is the general list I have for him.
My other list is for that when he is with my OC, Rai.
He is so precious! He has my heart! I love him so much!
#kakashi hatake#hatake kakashi#kakashi#anbu kakashi#kakashi sensei#headcanons#kakashi headcanons#naruto manga#naruto shippuden#kakashi brainrot#kakashi meta#naruto
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Glad to see that my mad ramblings are entertaining this corner of the outlast community, I will continue to talk until I've juiced the smooth ball of gum I call a brain of all its flavor. Pspsps Franco fans hiiii tell me what I should draw him doing/wearing pleaaaase.
Today's headcanons are: How are the prime assets when it comes to board/card games?
COYLE
- Do not play games with this man unless you want to have the least fun of your life.
- He has the rule book out on the table as you're playing so he can read them off at any point.
- In fact I know that fucker memorizes game rules and starts fighting people if they don't play by them.
- "WE GOT LAWS AROUND HERE! WE GOT FUCKING LAWS!" "Leland calm down we're playing uno..."
- If he catches someone cheating he's hopping the table, there's a crime in progress and he's about to be SUCH a good cop.
- Play monopoly with him to experience The Thrill of being tased over fake money.
- If you use a +4 on this man in Uno he will scream until you show him your hand to make SURE you're not lying about not having any other cards to use. He'll also pout about you using it in general.
- The sorest loser ever, genuinely. Somehow worse than Franco. And Franco is a baby man with a gun.
- It should be a rule that he's not allowed to play cards with Franco but Phyllis is stubborn and wants them to get along. It never ends well.
- Gets far too giddy playing Mousetrap.
MOTHER GOOSEBERRY
- Forces Leland and Franco into game nights. They can't say no or they'll upset her, thereby upsetting Futterman, thereby risking their lives to The Goose.
- Has a massive collection of card games and board games, take your pick.
- And she knows how to play all of them, mind you. She has the rules memorized as well but doesn't have an electric stick up her ass like somebody we know.
- LOVES Candyland and Parcheesi. The brighter and more colorful the board the more she finds it adorable.
- Futterman eats pieces when Phyllis is losing. Don't turn around he's a hungry little guy.
- He got caught eating pieces once and had to wear the Bag of Shame for multiple game nights afterwards.
- Futterman also is allowed to play the games, somehow always wins in the end. Leland is suspicious of him cheating (but isn't willing to face drill wrath to investigate)
- Have I mentioned that Futterman will call both Franco and Leland awful names when he's losing? Because he does. Has made both of them cry before. Game night had to end early and Phyllis felt very bad.
- Not a sore loser per se, but will ask to play again until she wins. Futterman will stare whoever down until they agree to another round.
- If you don't help her put away the board or cards she's holding a grudge. And if pieces are missing you BETTER help find them, even if it means shaking them out of Futterman's mouth.
FRANCO
- Play silly games, win silly prizes. I'm saying if you try to beat him at cards (and you're not a fellow prime asset or someone whose lap he wants access to) you're getting shot in the foot.
- He's required to turn in Lupara at the beginning of game nights now after he tried to take Coyle's shin off. He only gives Lupara up bc Phyllis asks so nicely (and because he's a simp lol).
- Really good at cards, but still cheats. Mainly to fuck with Coyle. He'll take any opportunity to piss that man off.
- Sometimes wants to play solitaire like an adult, other times he's playing candyland with Phyllis having the time of his life.
- If it's a game with unique pieces you BETTER let him pick his piece first or he's throwing a tantrum.
- If Leland's winning he'll kick him under the table then say he was imagining things. Leland is THIS 👌 close to starting a fight.
- He lets Phyllis win to get on her good side. Doesn't matter the game, he'll let her win. Gets pissy when she wins naturally though.
- He always tries to gamble when they play anything. Coyle does not approve of gambling. Have I mentioned these two want each other dead?
- Phyllis complimented him on being really good at shuffling a deck of cards and he rode that high for weeks.
- Very good at convincing the others that it's his turn if they've lost track of who goes next. Doesn't matter if he just went, he will get to go again.
- Likes to play card matching games by himself when he doesn't wanna think about the game too hard. Phyllis sometimes sits with him and plays too. Futterman calls them both stupid if they fuck up.
I love how much Franco and Leland hate each other I want them to fist fight ❤️. Lock them in a room together and whoever crawls out at the end wins. No weapons just two bald bastards.
#leland coyle#mother gooseberry#dr futterman#phyllis futterman#franco barbi#il bambino#outlast trials#outlast#outlast headcanons#i have too many thoughts in my brain about these guys#shaking my brain and paperclips and dust bunnies fall out#then a photo of Franco in a dress falls out and i snatch it up before anyone sees
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“Stop projecting on characters when u get a new brainrot” IDGAF 😭😭😭😭 anyways here’s some Company headcanons that I (mostly) projected
Dwalin
- Allergic to beef.
- Ate dirt as a kid.
- Loves mint ice cream but hates chocolate. Constantly wants to die because he can’t find JUST mint ice cream, it always has choco chips in it.
Balin
- Buys books just to not read them, says he’ll read them soon but he’s been saying that for five years now.
- Designated driver.
- Has the craziest alcohol tolerance, like he can go toe-to-toe with Thranduil’s tolerance.
Bifur
- Picks at his skin and cuticles, gets upset when he starts bleeding and goes “who did this.”
- Has minor memory issues.
- Forgets that she’s trans and then goes “what the fuck, I’m a woman, why do I have a dick.” Also buys pads but then remembers she’s trans so he gives the pads to Thorin. Thorin had a hysterectomy years ago (thanks Óin!).
Bofur
- Used to chew on his hair when he was younger.
- Bites people to show affection.
- Found out that the others were queer before some even realized. (Proof: Dinner scene in Rivendell in the extended version)
Bombur
- Unmedicated ADHD, part of the reason why he’s fat.
- Lowkey makes a mean lasagna.
- Allergic to dust but he swears he isn’t. Can literally be laying in bed with snot dripping down his nose going “ahaha no im not allergic to dust it’s just the pollen, ignore how its winter !!”
Fíli
- His main vocal tic is saying “Kíli” in a really high pitched voice.
- Autism in autism vs adhd.
- Jumped out of a two story window when he was 4 because Kíli brought over a friend that he didn’t like.
Kíli
- His main vocal tic is saying “Fíli” in a really high pitched voice.
- ADHD in autism vs adhd.
- Can’t taste flavors, will eat warheads for fun.
Glóin
- BPD.
- Has dyscalculia but would rather die than admit it 😭😭
- Road rage.
Óin
- Struggles with falling asleep and struggles with waking up (double whammy)
- If the opportunity arises, he would in fact eat someone purely out of curiosity (ex: someone dies and says that ppl can do whatever they want to their body, so why not cook a piece?)
Dori
- OCD.
- Massive germaphobe. Constantly has the urge to wash/sanitize his hands after doing something “gross” (running his fingers through his hair, scratching his arm, touching his face, etc) and gets anxious if he doesn’t.
- Can’t fall asleep unless he has Nori and Ori beside him/laying on him. Great for winter since Dori’s muscles are hidden under thick fat, horrible during summer because Dori is a furnace.
Nori
- OCD.
- Hoarder. Swears that he’ll need them later, usually won’t. If he loses something from his collection, he’ll be sad for like five minutes, unless it’s something he fought tooth and nail for.
- High weed tolerance. Out smokes Gandalf ngl.
Ori
- OCD.
- Arranges things in a specific way but it looks like a mess to others so he gets really upset if someone “cleans” it for him, forgets to drink and eat when he’s hyper-focused on something.
- Def of “i love it when ppl pick up my speaking styles!… nvm my grandpa just said skill issue.” That’s him and Dori.
Thorin
- Lactose intolerant lmao.
- Also lowkey has DpDr but denies it (Óin literally diagnosed him).
- Sleep talks. It’s how Bilbo knew what kind of ring Thorin wanted.
Bilbo
- Allergic to strawberries, apples, and bananas. Like a loser.
- Also has OCD.
- Has a personal vendetta against ants.
#they all have ptsd btw#‘why is bilbo allergic to those’#because its funny#also funfact im allergic to great value bbq chips#and the sour cream and onions chips#xylomilo: hobbit#the hobbit#headcanons#the hobbit headcanons#thorins company#the company of thorin oakenshield#dwalin#balin#bifur#bofur#bombur#fili#kili#fili and kili#gloin#oin#dori#nori#ori#thorin oakenshield#bilbo baggins
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Hey everyone, here’s my attempt at an intro post:
I’m Mere, almost 17, from one of the lands down under and I’m an infp📚 I kin regulus and remus 😇😇
im bi just like our #1 icon bowie, and I go by he/they🙏🙏
Music: If you know anything about me it’s that I love Irish and British rock/indie/grunge/alt music, AM, last shadow puppets, Fontaines, wunderhorse, 1975, oasis (got tickets btw screamingggg), blur, list goes on…. Also big fan of Elliott Smith, Dazey and the scouts, Bowie obviously, LSD and the search for god, anddd the list goes on.
I’m deep in the fandom of Arctic monkeys/TLSP/miles Kane + Alex turner. I know an insane amount of random info about them??
Also a massive the 1975 fan, I do not take Matty slander so if you don’t like him don’t mention it to me LOL I will be sharing my opinion
Tv shows/movies: good will hunting (fun fact I found Elliott smith thru this movie) World on fire, Submarine, Bones and all, fight club, derry girls, howls moving castle, I saw the tv glow, the x files, the pianist, dead poets society, the goonies, the lost boys
Books: the night circus, the starless sea, the invisible life of addie larue, vicious are my faves. Also six of crows, babel, infernal devices, miss peregrines series, and the cruel prince (bi panic was crazy in this one)
Fav marauders fics: the cadence of part time poets, just lovers (like we were supposed to be), all the young dudes obv, crimson rivers, and Only the Brave
School/career: stuck somewhere between aerospace engineer and history/classics prof. See how the wind blows ig🫡
Idk if there’s anything more to add lol! I love concerts, I’m a bit of a nerd and enjoy classics and physics (weird combo I know), I like writing and art when I have time, I play electric guitar and sing badly, I do a lot of photography/videos in vintage style, and love my film camera, and I’m addicted to collecting vinyl and cds rip 🎸
#marauders#classics#queer#vinyl records#fontaines dc#oasis band#arctic monkeys#the last shadow puppets#the 1975#ovid#reading
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Fun fact: back in 2012, on this very blog, I made a post about American Girl dolls I’d like to see. One included a Black girl growing up during the civil rights movement and listening to Motown music. So yes, I’d love to take credit for Melody. But her actual creation goes back to a tweet someone made that I can’t find a link to right now. AG and the civil rights/motown era is SUCH a natural match, it’s kind of baffling it took until 2016 for Melody to finally come out. Being that she was a part of the “BeForever” line, it’s beyond infuriating that she only got two books.
THE GOOD NEWS IS BeForever was kind of a disaster for AG and they’ve done away with the brand. Claudie was released with Meet Claudie and her next book is Travels with Claudie so she definitely looks like she’s returning to the six book format. I doubt that the other girls released under the BeForever line (Nanea, Maryellen and Courtney) will get their full six books, which makes me so angry. I mean, given that Nanea is kind of specific to JUST pearl harbor, I can sooort of understand her having just two (even though I DEFINITELY think she should have gotten six. Hawaiian history and culture deserve a full six books). Given that Courtney is in the 80s, and a lot of what was controversial in the 80s is still controversial today, I can see how AG would be very very very hesitant to seriously dig into 80s history and politics, although six books in which Ronald Reagan and The Moral Majority are the bad guys would fucking rule. But for Maryellen and Melody it is bullshit of the highest order that they only got 2 books, especially when you consider that Maryellen’s big story is super bland bullshit about her struggling to stand out in her big family and not so much about confronting the sexist and racist cultural bullshit of the 50s. BUT she gets massive bonus points for covering the Salk vaccine (a major turning-point in history that doesn’t get NEARLY the amount of love and attention it deserves) and for having an amazing collection.
Melody being only two books is unforgivable. COMPLETELY UNFORGIVABLE. You cannot fit the enormity of civil rights and Motown and the 60s in general into just two books. All that being said, however, the two books they gave her seem to do a massive job with the tiny bit of space they were given. First of all, the advisory board for Melody is STACKED. Secondly, the trailer for Melody: Love Has to Win is the shit of Ron DeSantis’s nightmares:
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A LITTLE BLACK GIRL REFUSING THE SAY THE PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE AND SAYING THAT AMERICA IS UNJUST?! That’s the sound of millions of pearls being clutched all across the nation. I’m honestly shocked Moms for Liberty weren’t burning Melody’s books in the streets. I am hereby a Melody stan now and forever. I still SINCERELY hope she gets a re-release with her full six books and a much bigger collection. Because for real Melody may be my new favorite doll (although that could change depending on what kind of collection Claudie gets).
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Practicing drawing my Yuusona. I didn't manage to catch the look of madness here but oh well.
And just for my self-indulgence (and to sort through my random thoughts), here are some fun tidbits.
*Yuu’s skin is covered in marks and scars, adding to his frightening appearance. This is for several reasons: For starters, he’s always falling or crashing into something. Two, he doesn’t believe in safety precautions and thus always gets caught in the crossfire of his experiments when they go wrong. Third, whenever he breaks a bone he’ll cut open his skin and fix before mending his skin with stitches or fire. (Fun fact: During the Savanaclaw book he tried to fix Trey’s leg but the other loudly refused.)
**If the bone is beyond repair, he’ll remove and replace it.
**The cuts on his skin are from his surprisingly massive collection of buzz-saws
*It’s unknown if Yuu had a high pain tolerance or if he’s just become accustomed to the pain he’s in due to his self-abuse and lack of care.
**He doesn’t see what he does as self-abuse but do-it-yourself medical care.
*Yuu’s a decent doctor and inventor, self-taught in both through observation and trial and error. He’s currently teaching Grim this stuff.
*He collects bottle caps and likes orange soda best.
*He sucks at numbers. All his experiments are mostly guesswork and eyeballing it.
*He’s a fairly decent cook, however, his prep work is a bit extreme as he has no qualms about cutting and gutting his food in front of guests.
*He has a little garden but due to Ramshackle’s ghost energy all the food is alive like the Muppet food. Grim doesn’t like eating them as the veggies are either pleading for their life before cooked or give specific instructions for their demise. Yuu could care less as food is food. As of late it's been fighting back.
*Before his garden, Yuu fed himself and Grim by digging the trash or hunting in the surrounding woods. Trey discovered this and started sending Ace and Deuce over with leftovers.
*Yuu has trouble reading and writing despite his intellect as he wasn’t able to attend school as a youth. This is why he struggles in Trien’s class.
*All his clothes have a raggy, faded appearance as they’re clothing other students threw away. Others tried to fix them up but his activities keep ruining them.
*He's been playing with electricity since coming to wonderland with is how he accidentally started bringing skeletons to life.
*Students tried to bully him at first but backed off as they got the idea that bullying a kid who carries a buzz-saw on him and was madder than a hatter wasn’t a good move. They started avoiding him after that.
#twst#mine#twisted wonderland#yuusona#twisted wonderland oc#twst yuu#twst mc#twst wonderland#disney twst#twst fanart#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland fanart#self indulgent
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This is my prefect OC Diana! I’ve still got maybe five more ocs in the chamber, probably more.
Info about Diana!
General Description:
Diana is a very tall students. She stands at 6’0, and is around 6’4 with heels. She towers over most students. Her hair is dark and curly,. It is also very thick. Diana usually asks Silena to help her take care of it. She puts a lot of effort into her makeup, and doesn’t go out bare faced. Her skin is perfectly clear and even toned, never calluses or rough.
Diana is a very confident person. She knows she looks good. She knows she’s smart. Nobody can shake the view she has of herself. Diana is very strict about her education, but often struggles with knowing what she wants to do. She caves easily to her father’s expectations. Her frustrations with her parents are taken out on trouble making students. At times she can be a bit of a diva.
Interests and whatnot:
Diana is a big pageant girlie. She has done beauty pageants ever since she was a toddler. This is mostly inspired by her mother, who won the title of Miss Universe for Colombia. Diana wants to be just was beautiful and successful as her mother. She also just loves to get dolled up and walk home with prize money, sashes, and another tiara to add to her massive collection.
Diana is secretly a nerd. She loves cosplay and is very into comics. Her favorite character is Starfire. She also enjoys books that have a deviated series to them. Every Dow and again she joins a Grottos and Gremlins campaign, but her group doesn’t include the nerds. Except for Cornelius, she thinks he’s cool.
Debate. Diana loves to argue, so instead of starting things with her siblings, she chose to join the debate team at Bullworth to make herself look more refined. She is very witty and quick with her replies, often putting her opponent on the spot.
Reputation:
The jocks dislike Diana, mostly the male members. They do not like that she can over tower them and punish them. The fact she is more willing to punish them just puts her at odds with them more. Also getting beat up by a girl in heels is worse than freshman gazing for most fragile football players.
The greasers tend to like Diana more. She mostly integrates herself with the female members of the clique. Diana knows that the girls are the best to ask when it comes to advice on hair and beauty. In turn, she looks the other way when they act up.
Diana has no real stance with the preps. They neither like nor hate her. She occasionally bails them out of trouble, but always charges at least $50 for it.
The bullies hate this woman. She refuses to let them have any fun tormenting the freshman or going out to destroy school property. Nobody likes a prefect in this clique.
Diana mostly doesn’t really like the nerds. This is because of Earnest. She doesn’t outwardly treat them unfairly though. She is closest to Cornelius. As long as the nerds stay out of trouble, Diana won’t bother them.
Quotes:
“All the money in the world can’t buy natural beauty.”
“Say it again. Without the stutter.”
“Quit that!”
“I don’t care if they hit you first.”
“I can get you out of detention, for a price.”
“I know I look good. But I’m simply too good for you.”
“Hygiene should be a rule. This place STINKS.”
“One day, I will walk a runway.”
“You look… unfortunate.”
“This is why we can’t have nice things!”
“I only date men I don’t have to look down at. Sorry.”
“He makes me laugh! That’s all that matters!”
#bully scholarship edition#bully canis canem edit#canis canem edit#bully anniversary edition#bully cce#bully rockstar#bullworth academy#bully oc#bullworth oc#bully cce oc#cce oc#bully prefects#prefect oc
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💕💖Self Indulgent Headcanon Time💖💕
I can't stop thinking about Spencer dating someone who collects plushies.
You would be kind of embarrassed about it first - like when you first start dating him, you don't want to bring him over to your apartment because you don't want him to see your massive overbearing collection and judge you for it - especially because in the past, dates have laughed at you for it or sexualized your collection when you want it to be an innocent fun part of your life.
So Spencer - being the observant profiler that he is - notices that while you enjoy spending time at his place (which is practically a library with the amount of books he owns) you haven't invited him over to your place yet and if he does walk you home after a date, you awkwardly dodge his attempts to spend time together after that date. His mind starts to wander, and when he confides in Morgan that he thinks you could be hiding trophies from killings in your apartment or a giant wall plastered in stalker photos (because yes, the horrors from the BAU have bled into his suspicions) - Morgan tells him to just ask you about it.
So he does.
You nervously admit the truth - even showing Spencer a small plushie you carry in your bag (because you pretty much always have one with you) and while you break into nervous ramblings about how you know it's not a mature hobby like his academic readings and how it helps with your anxiety and it heals your inner child, he simply motions to the small toy you have put on the table and asks "does this little guy have a name?"
In a moment, your nervous energy quells.
You go from guarded, looking for every excuse possible to defend the thing you enjoy to melting inside, so absolutely full with love at the thought that he actually understands. He understands something that is so important to you.
When you show him your apartment for the first time, you give him a your of your collection. As he listens to you rambling about the different types of plushies, their names, the history of the different toy companies - he finally understands what you mean when you say it's interesting and lovely to hear him go on and on about statistics.
He remembers all of their names, and when an occasion comes up to get you a present (or even just when he feels like it) - he remembers exactly which ones are "missing" from your collection and you feel so filled with joy whenever he presents with the exact plushie that you have been wanting.
The first time that you stay over at his place, you bring a few of them over and insist on leaving them there to "make it feel like home" - during the times when you're not there, he off handedly talks to them and after a really hard case, he has found himself reaching for one to cuddle because it is intensely comforting. It washes away the horrors of his job because it's the pinnacle of childhood innocence - it feels like a guardian angel truly keeping the nightmares at bay.
Eventually, you get Spencer a miniature Good Luck Bear that he keeps in his brown satchel bag while on cases. And no, he doesn't believe in luck, it's a statistical non-fact. But sometimes it feels like that little good luck charm is what helps him catch the bad guys at the end of the day - that reaching into his bag and squeezing it for comfort when no one else is looking clears his mind enough to truly connect the dots when he can't think clearly.
#yeah the ending is weird but idk#this is what I've been thinking about for the past few days lmao#headcanons#sundrop speaks#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader
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The Devil is in the Details: Compelling Depictions of Lucifer in Media
Part II
Let's all go to the movies, let's all go to the movies.
I haven't been to the theater in a very, very long time. I do love film, but I will not just see any trash on the big screen. It has to be something I am very intrigued or pulled in by. I'm not sure if it's just that I am aging and I finally understand what my mom and grandparents were so frustrated with, but movies are not what they used to be. So I do not go to the theater very often, which sometimes means I miss ones I wish I saw after the fact. There is something about the experience of seeing film on the large screen in a room with others that just has a type of community I think is lost nowadays. One film I am glad I did go and see was Constantine. Yes, I know they are making a second one; no, I'm not sure if I want to see it. I have my reasons.
Eighteen-year-old me LOVED Constantine. Eighteen-year-old me loved Keanu Reeves (Adult me loves Keanu). That opening scene is fantastic; still when I watch it I'm impressed by the graphics that still hold up. The mirror thing is fun and tense. The rest of the movie is riddled with fun allegory and symbolism that one day I might go into more deeply. (The psychic stuff hits home/Angela's life hits home.) Now I have watched this movie in various different stages of my spiritual journey. Each time, I noticed something I hadn't before. One that sticks with me and has helped with my own journey is this: "It's not always like the books."
It's not, but sometimes film can show some rather interesting truths.
Constantine-Lucifer: Peter Stormare
John Constantine, the one soul Lucifer Himself would come and collect. Which He does, in only the way Lucifer can. Stormare steals the entire movie in his whole ten minutes of screen time. From the moment you hear that drip and hiss of tar (Oil?) as He descends, to the "You will LIVE John Constantine," we experience the cold cosmic authority, dark humor, and dominance of an aspect of Lucifer whom most of us that adhere to the Left Hand Path know all too well. An aspect that can make or break you in those lessons and points He so loves to make.
Eighteen-year-old me did not notice this at the first initial viewing; I simply thought it a rather good performance as well as interesting choice of actor. Current me, however, after a recent rewatch, is having a very interesting moment of clarity and realization. It was actually this scene on this particular rewatch that had me raising an eyebrow at the screen. Hold up a damn minute. Am I seeing You in the depiction, or the depiction in YOU?
Perhaps both. Go ahead and write about it. I'm sure there are others you can think of. - Angels with their triple meanings and backwards speaking.
Oh, yes. Angels.
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The way Stormare enters the scene is rather intriguing. He doesn't rise from a crack in the floor engulfed in flames, wearing horns and massive bat wings. No. He descends to the ground barefoot, wearing a white suit, and takes a seat in a steel chair. Of course, why not. Lucifer does whatever Lucifer wants to do. Yep. He shows up exactly how He wants to even if you are the one who requested His presence.
It's not like the books.
Stormare continues his interpretation efficiently, exuding all the Big Dick energy of a Divine being that knows What and Who it is. I specifically love the little things: The snarled growl after "I need a vacation." The way He snarls and invades John's space when He asks if this is one of his cons. As well as John's reaction. (If you aren't a little terrified of Lucifer are you sure it's really Lucifer you're dealing with?) As well as the quips of dark humor, subtly dropped here and there. The final look He gives Gabriel before grounding Mammon and Hellfiring her wings off is rather impressive. Even His back and forth with John is fun to watch. Not enemies, but not friends. It is professional and to the point; pleasantries have their place.
John, much like a child bargaining with his parents, strategically kills at least four birds with one stone. He knows Lu is going to do what Lu does best: handle the situation accordingly. (He knew he had a win/win. Die go to heaven/Live get my cancer healed. Come on, it's John Constantine, and Lu knows this.)
One of the most profound, and somewhat difficult lessons I have learned this past year is: Lucifer is efficient, strategic, creative, and dominant in the way He can and will intervene in the lives of those who devote to/work with/venerate Him. It is almost like playing chess with someone who can see all your moves beforehand. Who allows you to make those mistakes without any sort of control or judgment. He simply watches, waits, and responds. Strategically.
Not once does Stormare raise his voice; instead he maintains a low and steady cadence that drops here and there. He casually scoops Mammon/Angela up with little effort and allows Gabriel her rambles all while holding his demon son in a headlock. Just another day at the office, hold on Johnny. My son needs to be reminded who the right fuck I am. One second, be right back.
We witness not only The CEO of Hell show up to His often rescheduled meeting with a client He can't wait to get His claws into. We witness a Father and Older Brother handle a hostile takeover by His own family. Just another day at the office. Between all that, plus His main responsibilities, as well as 'brat taming' John, no wonder He needs a vacation.
There have been events in my life over the past few years, that initially I viewed as part of my life. It is what it is, things just happen. Yet the synchronicities, that followed or coincided with the event, again had me raising an eyebrow at my altars, wondering: "Is that You? Or am I overthinking it?"
Great game we play, He often wins. He always wins, like with John. How much of that was really John being steps ahead? How much of that did Lucifer already know? No He isn't Omnipresent or whatever, but He does know how things can and will unfold. Sometimes, He gives you a heads up in that fun triple backwards way of speaking.
Which you don't always understand until your entire life breaks down. Physically, mentally, financially, emotionally and spiritually. Even then, you like the cosmic child you are throw a fit and become angry that you are losing everything, not understanding that new can not come in if the old is still there.
It's not like the books.
#film analysis#constantine 2005#theistic satanism#left hand path#satanism#demonolatry#lucifer#witchblr#Youtube
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𓅦 About Me 𓅦
A little get to know me post for my moots or whoever else wants to get to know me!
A little intro:
You can call me Ostrich!
I’m a 23 year old trans man. I am 4n4rex1c. I have 2 dogs named Marty and Winston. I have 14 tattoos and 2 piercings. I am currently a pre-nursing student studying to become a psychiatric nurse. I’m also currently working on getting a job as a behavioral health tech at a rehab or psych hospital. Im the president of my universities lgbt club. I’m a recovering alcoholic and will have 2 years sober on January 21st. I’m a massive nerd especially when it comes to Batman!
Hobbies!
𓅦 pen palling
𓅦 sending and making cards
𓅦 sending snail mail
𓅦 collecting (specifically Batman stuff, comic books, plushies, Sumikko gurashi stuff, stickers and ostrich stuff)
𓅦 cooking (mostly for other people but also low cal stuff for me)
𓅦 planning events and parties for my club
𓅦 reading
Likes!
𓅦 OSTRICHES!
𓅦 Celsius energy drinks
𓅦 Batman
𓅦 Lord of The Rings
𓅦 stickers
𓅦 anything kawaii
𓅦 the color pink
𓅦 Magic The Gathering
𓅦 pusheen
𓅦 Sumikko Gurashi
𓅦 Stuffed animals
Mental health shit
𓅦 Bipolar 1
𓅦 4n4 (my stats are on my pinned post)
𓅦 I struggle with $h
𓅦 diagnosed with alcohol abuse disorder but am sober AF
Random fun facts
𓅦 I’m a furry (not the weird kind though don’t worry)
𓅦 I own over 1000 sticker sheets, (I use some and send some with cards and letters I send to pen pals and I also just hoard them lol)
Why Ostriches?
So if you have made it this far you are probably thinking “wtf is up with this man and ostriches” Idk why but for the longest time I have been obsessed with ostriches! They are my favorite animal of all time and I think they are adorable and cool af. My obsession is real af though; I have an ostrich tattoo, I have ostrich statues and toys and books and figures, I have an ostrich shower curtain in my bathroom, I even have a wall dedicated to ostrich art and cards people have made me. I did as many projects on them as possible in school growing up whenever I got to choose a topic. I just really really love them lol.
𓅦Thank You for reading!𓅦
If I sound cool to you and you wanna be moots feel free to give me a follow and I’ll follow back!
#4nor3xia#an0r3cia#disordered eating mention#tw ed not ed sheeren#light as a feather#4norexla#anadiet#ftm ed#thinasanostrich#i just want to be thin
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I’m going to say one final thing about the Trump shooting, then turn the rest of this into a resource post, highlighting some useful information about Project 2025, JD Vance, and the two together, since there is some involvement.
I argued in the past that it doesn’t matter whether Trump’s ear was hit by a bullet or shrapnel, because it fucking doesn’t, it was still an assassination attempt. I’ve argued about how Democratic conspiracy theories give us more MAGA and give them something to counterbalance against January 6th.
But most importantly, going off about which happened gives Donald Trump more attention for something he wants attention about.
For a blessed few days, nobody was talking about the stinking orange buffoon, not really, and given that literally nothing changes about the story he wants to talk about if it’s shrapnel or if it’s a bullet, that was a really good thing. It was “fuckity-bye, ear” in the news and I was delighted for it.
Even talking about him overhyping the damage or whatever just gives it all more air.
Don’t give it – or him – any air. Don’t let him get up. Until and unless something actually major actually happens – not hypotheses or speculation, actually something major – keep it quiet, because it helps shift the focus back on him.
Keep the focus on Harris and on Vance. That’s what’s good for us. Not speculating about trivia nobody outside the obsessed cares about: himself, as victim.
Make sense? Good. I’m shutting up about it until and unless there’s some actual hard news, and I recommend you do too.
Have some more resources on Project 2025 and JD Vance; use them as appropriate when talking to your friends and family about the election, particularly the Trumpy ones:
This is a two-fer: Trump again denies Project 2025 — despite Vance writing foreword for chief architect’s book. This is the same book that calls progressives “unhumans” and praises the January 6th insurrectionists. So that’s fun.
You’ve heard the “childless cat ladies” with “no stake in America” quote, of course. Push comes to shove, he really doesn’t think women – certainly not childless women – should be able to vote. He doesn’t just come out and say it like the GOP candidate for governor in Nroth Carolina did, but it’s in there.
There are so many levels of Christofascism in the Project, here’s yet another one: A Jewish couple were rejected as foster parents because of their religion. This is the future Project 2025 envisions
FBI director issues warning on ‘frightening’ Project 2025, specifically its plans to make the FBI directly responsible not to the constitution but to one man, Donald Trump.
How J.D. Vance Went From Green Tech Investor to Climate Change Doubter – it’s about money and power, naturally.
JD Vance roadblocked dozens of US diplomats while he obsessed over their views on gay rights, because he really, really hates the queers.
Anybody remember the Spoils System in the Federal government? I kind of doubt it, because nobody – I mean, literally I’ve seen nobody – talks about it in relation to J.D. Vance’s radical plan to build a government of Trump loyalists based on Project 2025. Not only was it massively corrupt from top to bottom – absolute looting for the winning political party – but it even triggered the assassination of President James Garfield.
Enjoy this big collection of JD Vance being absolutely evil. He really hates women without children – no, he really hates women in general, and hating women who don’t have (white) children is only the start.
Here Vance supporting police tracking women’s periods for evidence of abortion.
There’s more, but this is getting pretty long. I’ll leave you with this last little nugget:
The AP had to take down their fact check about JD Vance never having sex with with a couch. This is because while he didn’t actually tell such a story in Hillbilly Elegy, they can’t prove a negative, so couch time is back on.
And with that, enjoy the weekend.
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This is kind of an answer to this ask
I think fiction is here to make us emotional and dramatic. But also, to be honest, I am a very bitter person and feel sour about VLD too. But in my experience - not the show disappointed me but the fandom.
Though, I think I simply didn't have expectations for the show to be honest, maybe because I was older watching it? I saw it as a story made up by a group of adults, it's not a divine scripture, my thoughts on it were separate from the story evolving, and when I am re-watching it now I'm having sometimes even more fun, re-learning details and setting them apart. So I can't compare myself to this experience.
My grandmother has a massive collection of books. I asked her once "Have you read all of them?" Mostly, she answered. "Are they all good?" And she sighed, took a pause and told me "All books are good, because even the disappointing ones teach you what you don't like."
As a youngster, she also took a bus to a paper, because she wanted to look a man who wrote an article about how amazing Pan Tadeusz is in the eye, but you know. She read Pad Tadeusz and had to decide what she thinks about it and was willing to have a conversation.
That conversation about it, the fandom, for me, was disappointing and I am happy I met a lot of friends I could talk with in private, and had my own resolutions about it, and despite feeling like some fandoms are not for me - characters I love always will be. Always will receive care from me, I will always draw them compassionate and hugging and laughing together.
It might sound arrogant, but I divide canon from fanon - these characters can have as many lives as you will write them. Even the original autor always shuffles through a few options, backtracks, revives their sherlock, you know. Writers will make decisions that won't make readers happy. I am personally against forcing a change in canon if I am not asked about the opinion. They wrote their perspective, they wrote what they saw in the world. It's a statement like any other, not an attack on my narrative.
This show had a lot of amazing people working on it - talented artists behind it - stunning backgrounds, creative mecha, captivating animation, epic fights, giving us sooooo many fun moments and emotions. It brought forward ridiculous amounts of fans who loved these characters, took what's best in them. Losing respect to all of it, because I didn't like the ending seems counter-productive.
So yes - being kind to a fictional character will be for me like being kind to yourself. I don't care who else wrote them and how, as long as I make them happy in my hands.
In fact, a closing thought - I don't think I would be drawing as much Klance if they were canon. I think their conflict makes me even more invested trying to figure out how to make them fit together, trying to figure out what comfort I saw in them.
I can't grieve klance, when their safety remains in my hands.
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Reading massively improved my mental health and I want to talk about it in case it can help others!
Y'all, I think we all need to read more books.
I know I'm an author so I WOULD say that and in fact, I DO say that to children at every opportunity (my dyslexia would be a LOT worse if I hadn't read so much as a kid) but hear me out.
So back in ...March/April I was pretty miserable and it was partly because Norwegian winter will do that to an unprepared foreigner but also because it was the anniversary of The Bad Thing so I felt miserable and alone.
I had no way to really remedy the situation.
But one thing I did do was... Finally crack. See, I'd been DYING to reread my Discworld books, but they are in a different country and I can't afford to go get them or have them sent to me. I have a few paper books here though - I mainly took my fairytale collections, because what did you expect? Actually I guess hardly anyone on Tumblr knows me - Alicia does two things. Vampires. And Fairytales. Didn't bring my vampire encyclopedia, too big and heavy. Anyway.
I have a part time job with an hour on the train each way. I started taking my paper books, my fairytale collections. They were full of short things I could finish easily in a train journey.
Some info. I had managed to sour reading for myself some years previously... I mainly read for research purposes, hardly picking up anything just for the fun of it. PSA: Don't do this. Do not do this. Don't. Do NOT.
And then I reread one of the few paper fiction books I had with me. I enjoy fairytales but they do still fall under 'sort of work' for me. This did not. This was a book I am eagerly awaiting the finale to.
Anyway, I finished it quickly, reading it both on and off the train. You know. For fun. Not just fill time I was stuck somewhere.
Finishing it annoyed me. I wanted more stories. I wanted more than fairytales. And so I cracked. I bought Equal Rites as an ebook. See, I'd previously decided I would not buy anything I already owned in paperback as an ebook because... Well, waste of money, something I don't have enough of. To buy my entire discworld collection in ebook format would cost as much as getting on a plane and bringing my paper ones back.
But just ONE book would be alright, wouldn't it?
So anyway I finished the book.
Of course I'm not going to read just ONE discworld book.
So I carefully ration myself ebooks, making a condition for myself that they are mainly for the train, but I am allowed to read them at home too.
And gradually... The fog lifted. Nothing much has changed besides that I'm reading books regularly again. I still have the same problems that were upsetting me in March. I was also HORRIBLY BURNED OUT until last week. But my mood is MASSIVELY improved. Like, hugely improved. And yeah, yeah, it's summer now, so the weather will have helped also. But I can pinpoint my recovery to when I started reading regularly again. And that is to say that while I was burned out, I wasn't ALSO sad.
So from now on I will be making an effort to keep reading books for fun.
It's kind of crazy that I had stopped for so long. I mean. I write books people are supposed to read for fun. Kinda hypocritical of me to like.. not do that.
I think maybe I have created this problem for myself with many of my hobbies. I tried to make drawing into a business, tried to do too much too fast, and since then I've barely drawn. I love cartoons so I watch them in Norwegian to help me learn - means I was never just relaxing while watching a cartoon for a few years. Recently started just watching cartoons in English/Japanese if I darn well feel like it.
...enough tangent, back to Why Reading Is Good.
Don't quote me on this, I am just scribbling down thoughts I've been meaning to write down for a month, therefore, am too lazy to track down any sources, but I'm pretty sure reading books is actually scientifically proven to help your brain?? I seem to remember reading your hippocampus shrinks if you don't exercise your brain enough and reading long stories does that. And a shrinking hippocampus causes depression?? I don't know anything much about brains and psychology so I must have read that somewhere.
I think a hippocampus is also like... A horse mermaid.
Again, no source, might be thinking of something from Mermaid Melody.
I'mma go read more of my current book now. It's a history book this time.
Yay books!
#reading#mental health#I've actually been creatively burned out for about three years also#it's JUST starting to lift#slowly#still some obstacles there#also someone said that's a sign of depression and ah yeah that would make sense#also going back and reading books that as a teen felt like they were an unreachable level of writing... this is reachable#I'm not there but I COULD be. One day. Feels almost treacherous to admit but hey I deserve a little self confidence#up yours imposter syndrome
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